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The moon was high in the sky, casting soft silver light through the curtains of Ren's room. The atmosphere was quiet—too quiet.
Ren had just turned away from the door when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Before he could speak, Shinomi spun him around with a smirk and lifted him into his arms in a bridal carry.
"H-Hey! What are you doing?!"
Shinomi didn't answer. He just walked to the bed, gently laying Ren down on the mattress like he was made of glass. From his pocket, he pulled out a silk ribbon, and before Ren could fully register, his wrists were bound together loosely above his head.
"Shinomi… Are you really going to do that?"
Shinomi gazed down at him, serious now—no teasing, no smirking, just honest eyes and a voice low and sincere.
"Yes. I want this—with you." He leaned down, his lips brushing against Ren's ear. "Today, I met someone… like us. They asked if we've been intimate yet. And ever since, I can't stop thinking about it. I want to know how it feels to have you—entirely."
Ren stared into his eyes. That look… it wasn't lust-driven. It was longing. He could feel Shinomi's heart racing against his own chest. After a moment of silence, Ren slowly nodded.
"…Okay."
That was all Shinomi needed.
The next second, his lips crashed against Ren's, devouring him with an intensity that made Ren gasp. It wasn't soft or careful—it was desperate, raw. His mouth moved fast, like he couldn't get enough. Ren kissed back, breathless, until Shinomi pulled back only to tug off his shirt and then Ren's, revealing flushed skin and the rise and fall of nervous breaths.
Shinomi's lips moved from Ren's lips to his jaw, then down his neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses across his chest. Every touch, every kiss made Ren shiver.
He reached Ren's waist, fingers slowly unbuttoning and sliding his pants off. Ren's face burned red as he realized they were now fully bare, skin brushing skin. He tried to look away—but Shinomi didn't let him.
Shinomi knelt above him, gaze dark and hungry, admiring every inch of Ren's trembling figure. "You're beautiful," he whispered.
Ren bit his lip, flustered. "Stop staring…"
"No," Shinomi answered simply, eyes roaming over him like he'd just been given the greatest treasure in the world.
He began kissing down Ren's body—his shoulders, his chest, down his stomach—every touch slow and reverent, like he was memorizing him.
That night, they gave themselves fully to each other—not just in body, but in soul. It wasn't rushed or chaotic. It was a mix of laughter, quiet whispers, soft gasps, and passionate cries muffled into each other's skin.
For the first time, Ren surrendered every wall he had, and Shinomi held him gently, like he'd never let go again.
The night felt like it stretched into forever, a blur of tangled limbs and soft warmth under the moonlight. When it finally quieted down, Ren lay against Shinomi's chest, his fingers playing with the ribbon still tied loosely around one wrist.
"…This was our first time," Ren whispered.
Shinomi nodded, arms wrapped tightly around him. "And not the last."
They stayed like that—soul to soul, body to body, listening to each other breathe, hearts finally aligned.
They didn't want morning to come.
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