Since they couldn't go on an official date as a couple, Kiaan decided to plan something private and meaningful.
He had been more intentional and affectionate with Kavi, he would leave fresh flowers with sweet notes at his doorstep before class, small gestures that made Kavi fall even deeper.
That night, Kiaan had transformed his
garden into a magical escape.
Honestly, Kavi wasn't expecting much, maybe just a quiet, candlelit dinner indoors. He wore baggy jeans, a loose shirt,with white sneakers, and carried his Mini Dior cross bag. He walked to Kiaan's house around 8 PM.
Kiaan stood at the entrance, radiant in a sharp charcoal suit that hugged his frame perfectly. In his hand, a bouquet of deep red tulips bold and elegant.
Kavi was stunned . "You're wearing a suit?"
Kiaan smiled softly. "I told you I'd take you on a real date."
Before Kavi could respond, Kiaan gently took his hand and led him toward a small table set for two.
Fairy lights twinkled all around, casting a warm glow over the space, he pulled out a chair and helped Kavi sit.
"You look beautiful," Kiaan whispered.
Kavi blushed. "I tried my best."
Kiaan's hand never left his. Feeling the slight tremble in Kavi's fingers, he offered a reassuring squeeze, silently letting him know he was safe with him.
They sipped wine under the stars, munch on the creamy pasta prepared my Kiaan.
"You cooked this better than the stir fry noodles" he praised him. His compliment made Kiaan smiled like a fool.
Plates half-finished as the conversation grew more intimate. Kavi's voice turned soft, and calm it wasn't his usual chaotic self.
"I'm scared," he said, barely audible. "I like you, and I want you, but…" He paused, tears forming. "I never thought I'd fall for a guy. What will my friends say? They'll never accept me this way. And my family… the public. I'm scared."
Kiaan leaned closer, brushing his thumb gently over Kavi's hand.
"I know it's tough. But I love you. I've loved you from the moment I saw you. Words can't explain it. You're someone I'd lay my life down for. And nobody chooses to be this way."
Kavi looked up, eyes glossy. "And the future? Do we… get to be together forever?"
Kiaan pulled him closer. "I will use everything I have to fight for us. We can leave this place away from the noise, the fear. Just me and you."
His voice cracked as tears slipped down his cheek. "I want you to be my lover, my companion. You're the reason I love again. I don't want a world where you don't exist. I want to protect you, always. I'll never let anyone hurt you."
Kavi wiped his tears, overwhelmed. "Promise?"
"With everything I have," Kiaan whispered.
It was clear Kiaan had fallen deeply. But Kavi had fallen deeper.
The moment grew quiet, warm. The air felt heavy with emotion.
"Come inside," Kiaan said gently. "Someone's waiting for you." He held his hand and took him to the main house.
The house was stunning elegant and sleek but what caught Kavi's attention wasn't the decor. It was a soft meow at the door.
He turned, eyes widening as a long-legged, exotic kitten padded toward him.
"She's here?" he whispered, crouching down.
The kitten rubbed against him affectionately.
"She likes me," Kavi said, beaming.
"I told you she would," Kiaan replied with a chuckle.
Kavi scooped her into his lap. "What should we name her?"
Kiaan knelt beside him. "Let's name her after us."
Kavi smiled. "Then… Kiki." He said without hesitation
"Perfect," Kiaan said.
Still sitting on the floor, Kiaan reached for a small gift box on the coffee table. He opened it, revealing two identical diamond necklaces each with a single "K" pendant.
"They're for us," he said. "Couple pieces."
He clasped one around Kavi's neck, his fingers lingering as he placed a soft kiss behind his ear, then wore the other himself.
Kavi touched the pendant and smiled, it fit him perfectly.
"I love you so much," Kiaan whispered. "I would do anything for you, baby. Anything in this world."
And then, they kissed. In the kiss was a promise, in the promise there was a dream and in the dream there was a future.
It started slow, tender. But quickly deepened, full of emotion, devotion, desperation.
Kavi's legs wrapped instinctively around Kiaan's waist as he was pulled into his lap. Kiaan stood, still kissing him, he carried him with ease.
Kavi gasped as his back met the wall, his shirt slipping open. Kiaan's lips trailed down his neck and jaw, drawing soft, breathy moans from Kavi. He wasn't thinking anymore, just feeling.
The kitten wandered off, giving them privacy.
Still kissing, Kiaan carried Kavi up the stairs. Room after room blurred by, but nothing else mattered except the boy in his arms.
His boy.
Kiaan kicked open his bedroom door gently, stepping inside with Kavi still wrapped around him.
The whole night had been fun, romantic, and emotional until Kiaan reached for Kavi's trousers. He began to remove them, then moved to slide off the Calvin Klein boxers Kavi was wearing.
Kavi grew visibly shy, covering his face with both hands. Noticing this, Kiaan paused.
"Baby, don't be shy," he said gently. "And if you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop, okay?"
Kavi nodded, his hands still shielding his face. Kiaan took them in his own and said softly, "Look at me, baby. I love you so much, and I would never do anything to hurt you. I want you"
Reassured, Kavi let him continue. Kiaan slowly removed his boxers, leaving Kavi completely naked his "mini Kavi" standing like a soldier ready for war.
Kavi watched Kiaan through hesitant eyes as he leaned forward. Kiaan took him into his mouth, making it wet and sloppy. The sensation sent unfamiliar shivers through Kavi's entire body.
Kavi's fingers gripped the sheets beneath him, his breath catching as Kiaan continued, slow and deliberate. Every motion sent another wave of sensation through him, and he couldn't hold back the soft, breathy moans that spilled from his lips.