When He Moved In

I liked silence. My books, my code, and my routine. Until Vihaan moved in. My landlord had rented the spare room to a stranger, and I was annoyed—but I agreed. I needed the money, and the apartment was too big for just me. Besides, I thought, how bad could it be?

Vihaan was loud, charming, a bartender who played music at 2 a.m., left dishes in the sink, and talked to me like we’d been friends forever. At first, I kept my distance, rolling my eyes at his chaos. But slowly, Vihaan’s carefree nature started chipping away at my walls.

One night, after a rainstorm and too much wine, we ended up on the balcony. The air was cool, and the rain had left a fresh, clean scent. Vihaan stood close to me, his arm brushing against mine. I could feel the heat of his body, the rhythm of his breathing. It was intimate, and I found myself wanting more.

"Kabir," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're different when you're not hiding behind your books."

I turned to look at him, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes were dark, intense, and filled with a hunger I hadn’t seen before. I felt a brush of fingers against my hand, a lingering look that made my breath hitch. I wanted to pull away, to hide behind my usual defenses, but I couldn’t move.

Vihaan’s hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with my own. The touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. I looked into his eyes, seeing my own desire reflected back at me. He leaned in, his breath hot on my skin, and I knew he was going to kiss me.

I didn’t stop him.

His lips were soft, gentle, exploring mine with a tenderness that took my breath away. I melted into the kiss, my body pressing against his, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in each other.

Vihaan’s hands roamed my body, tracing the contours of my back, my sides, my hips. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth, claiming me as his own. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine, his breath ragged. "Kabir," he whispered, "tell me not to kiss you. And I won’t."

I didn’t.

His mouth captured mine again, more urgently this time, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me flush against him. I could feel every inch of him, hard and insistent, and I ached with need. He walked me backward until my back hit the wall, his body pinning me in place.

Vihaan’s hands moved to my shirt, his fingers deftly unbuttoning it, exposing my bare skin. He trailed kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing gently, making me shiver with pleasure. His hands explored my chest, his thumbs circling my nipples, making them harden under his touch.

I gasped, my head falling back against the wall, my eyes closed, lost in the sensation. Vihaan’s mouth followed the path of his hands, his tongue swirling around one nipple, then the other, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my cock.

My hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him to take more. He obliged, his mouth moving lower, his tongue dipping into my navel, making me arch off the wall with a cry. His hands worked on my belt, my pants, pushing them down my hips, freeing my cock.

Vihaan knelt before me, his eyes locked on mine as he took me in his hand, stroking slowly, teasingly. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps. "Vihaan," I panted, my voice a plea. "I'm close."

He smiled, a wicked glint in his eye, and took me into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue swirling, his suction perfect. I cried out, my hands fisting in his hair, holding him in place as he took me deep.

My world narrowed to the sensation of Vihaan’s mouth on me, the pleasure building rapidly. I could feel my orgasm approaching, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps. "Vihaan," I panted, my voice a plea. "I can't hold on."

He pulled off, a wicked smile on his face. "Not yet, you're not," he said, his hand still stroking my cock, keeping me on the edge.

I whimpered, my body aching with need. Vihaan stood up, his body pressing against mine, his mouth capturing my own in a fierce kiss. Our tongues dueled, our bodies moving in sync, our cocks aligning, creating a delicious friction that sent shocks of pleasure through me.

Vihaan’s hand reached between us, wrapping around both our cocks, stroking them together. The sensation was intense, the pleasure building rapidly. I could feel my orgasm approaching, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.

"Vihaan," I panted, my voice a plea. "I can't hold on."

"Let go, Kabir," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "I've got you."

With a cry, I came, my body convulsing, my seed spilling between us. Vihaan followed soon after, his own orgasm racking his body, his cock pulsing in my hand.

We stood there, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I looked into Vihaan’s eyes, seeing a depth of emotion I hadn’t expected. He cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my skin.

"Kabir," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're incredible. And I want to explore this, explore us."

I leaned into his touch, a soft smile playing on my lips. "I want that too, Vihaan," I whispered. "More than you know."

And in that moment, I knew that my world had changed forever. Vihaan had broken down my walls, seen the real me, and loved me for it. And I was ready to embrace the chaos, the noise, the love—all of it.