The city lights blinked softly outside the window, but inside the penthouse, everything was still.
Yuuto stepped out of the bathroom, wearing one of Aiden's oversized white shirts. His damp hair clung to his forehead, eyes wide and uncertain.
Aiden was already in bed, leaning against the headboard, shirtless. The soft lighting painted golden shadows on his sculpted chest, but there was something tender—almost fragile—in the way he looked at Yuuto.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
Yuuto's cheeks flushed. "You always say that."
"Because it's always true."
Yuuto crawled onto the bed slowly, settling beside him. "I want tonight… to be just us. No illness. No time limits. Just Aiden and Yuuto."
Aiden's breath caught. "Are you sure?"
Yuuto nodded, reaching to touch his face. "I'm not afraid anymore."
Aiden leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss that started slow, gentle—like a promise. But it deepened quickly, passion building with every heartbeat.
Clothes slipped away like falling petals. Hands explored, learning the lines and curves of each other's bodies with reverence and hunger.
Yuuto's breath hitched as Aiden kissed down his neck, his chest, whispering, "Tell me if it's too much."
"I want all of it," Yuuto gasped, arching into his touch. "I want you."
Aiden held him like he was fragile, yet loved him like he was fire—something he longed to burn with. Their bodies moved together, perfectly in rhythm, their moans and whispers filling the room like music.
Time ceased to exist.
When they finally lay tangled in each other's arms, skin sticky with sweat and hearts pounding in sync, Aiden buried his face in Yuuto's neck.
"I've never loved anyone like this," he whispered.
Yuuto held him tighter. "Then love me more. Every day. Until the last one."
Aiden kissed his forehead softly. "I will. Even after that."
They fell asleep in each other's arms—two souls trying to hold time still, just for one night.