Raviel's gaze lingered on Nao, unblinking, as if trying to decipher the flutter in his chest. Nao's cheeks flushed crimson, only now realizing what he had just done. A kiss.
"It tastes… sweet," Raviel finally murmured. Then, slowly, he leaned in and brushed his tongue gently across Nao's lips. "You drank alcohol," he added softly.
"Just a little," Nao mumbled, looking away.
"You need rest," Raviel said with concern, wrapping his arm around Nao's shoulders. "I'll get you something for the hangover—"
"Don't go," Nao interrupted, holding him tightly. His voice trembled, filled with something raw and vulnerable. "Don't leave me alone…"
Raviel's expression softened. "I won't," he whispered. "I can't."
"Promise me," Nao said, his grip tightening.
"I promise," Raviel replied, but Nao's eyes sparkled with something more—something deeper.
"Not that kind of promise…" Nao whispered, then leaned up and kissed him again—softly, sincerely. "I want a promise like that."
Raviel froze, breathless. "You're drunk."
Nao's hand slid down to Raviel's wrist, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. "Am I your master?" he asked in a low, daring tone.
"Yes," Raviel breathed. "You are."
"Then do what I say," Nao whispered.
Raviel hesitated for only a heartbeat before whispering, "Are you sure… young master?"
Nao's eyes locked with his. "Yes."
That was all the permission Raviel needed. His lips crashed against Nao's with a hunger he'd never known before, tasting the sweetness and fire of the boy he'd sworn to protect. He lifted Nao into his arms, carefully, and laid him on the bed.
Nao's fingers fumbled at Raviel's shirt, tugging it off with need. "You're so handsome," he whispered, eyes wide as they roamed over Raviel's toned form.
Raviel's hands trembled as he unbuttoned Nao's shirt, revealing the soft, pale skin beneath. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his lips grazing Nao's collarbone.
Nao's breath hitched as Raviel's mouth traveled lower, kissing, licking—tasting. His chest, his nipples, his waist. Every touch made Nao tremble with anticipation.
Nao turned, his back to Raviel now, and a soft moan escaped his lips as Raviel's tongue traced a slow line down his spine. "Raviel…" he whispered.
"I never knew love could taste like this," Raviel murmured into his skin.
"I want more," Nao gasped.
Raviel nipped his neck gently, leaving a trail of kisses that turned into hungry bites. "You'll have it," he growled. "As much as you want."
The night melted away into passion. Under the cover of darkness, their bodies intertwined—gentle yet burning, desperate yet tender. Nao's voice echoed softly in the room, whispering Raviel's name over and over.
That night, they tasted not only each other, but something deeper—something real.
Love.