The soft glow of the evening sun entered through the curtains, casting a warm light across the modern stylish apartment. It was a sanctuary filled with luxurious things—leather couches, elegant artwork, and giving hints of BDSM products that hinted at Yohan’s lifestyle. Yuki` stepped inside, his heart fluttering slightly as he closed the door behind him. The familiar scent of Yohan’s cologne wrapped around him, and for a moment, he felt at home.
Yuki` was in his early 20s, with a slender body that contrasted sharply with Yohan’s muscular frame. His delicate features—high cheekbones, red lips, and wide, expressive eyes—gave him a young appearance that lied the complexity of his thoughts. Typically dressed in modest clothing, Yuki` often chose soft fabrics and muted colors that made him feel safe. Today, he wore a simple white shirt and jeans, both slightly oversized, which only added to his air of vulnerability.
In the kitchen, Yohan stood like a guardian of this space, radiating confidence. He was in his 20s, with a strong, athletic build body that spoke of hours spent in the gym. His sharp features, framed by lying dark hair, gave him a, charismatic presence. Dressed in a fitted black shirt that clung to his muscles and dark jeans that showcased his broad legs, he looked like the dominant figure Yuki` had come to admire—and fear.
“Welcome home, Yuki`,”Yohan said, his voice smooth and inviting, causing Yuki’s heart to skip a beat.
“Thanks,” Yuki` replied, feeling warmth in his cheeks as he placed his bag down. He moved towards Yohan, drawn in by the magnetic pull of his presence, but always aware of the unspoken tension that lingered between them.
Yohan asked Yuki` to join him at the small dining table where two glasses of deep red wine awaited. “How was your day?” he asked, his deep-set eyes searching Yuki`’s face for the answers he knew would come.
“It was fine, I guess,” Yuki` murmured, his gaze dropping. The details felt trivial compared to the pool of emotions setting inside him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, thoughts drifting to the secret desires he often buried deep.
“Just fine?” Yohan leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that sent shivers down Yuki`’s body. “You know you can tell me anything. Did something happen?”
Yuki` hesitated, feeling the weight of Yohan’s expectations. There was so much he wanted to share, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he looked down at the wine glass, the liquid inside.
“I’ve just been thinking…” he started, his voice trailing off, unsure if he could voice his hidden desires.
“About what?” Yohan prompted, his intensity growing, making it clear he wouldn’t let the matter drop.
“About… about the things we’ve talked about before,” Yuki` finally admitted, the words coming from his lips before he could stop them.
Yohan’s eyes gleamed with interest. “You mean BDSM?” he asked, his tone both teasing and serious, the mention of the lifestyle hanging in the air like a charged current. “I’ve noticed you’ve been curious.”
Yuki` felt heat flood in his cheeks as he nodded. “I have… but it’s all so new to me. I don’t know if I’m ready,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Ready for what?” Yohan asked, his voice low and velvety. “To explore your desires? To find out what it means to surrender?”
The tension in the air thickened as Yohan leaned closer, his breath warm against Yuki`’s ear. “You can trust me, Yuki`. I’ll take care of you. You’ll be safe with me.”
Yuki` shivered at the promise in Yohan’s words, feeling both exhausted and terrified. The thrill of surrendering to Yohan’s desires danced at the edges of his mind, and he knew there was no turning back.
“Are you ready to take the first step?” Yohan whispered, his voice like an intoxicating blend of affection.
Yuki`’s heart raced as he met Yohan’s intense gaze. The desire to explore this new world was overpowering, and as fear goes away, curiosity took its place. “I think I am,” he replied, breathless.
Yohan smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Good. Let’s begin.”
To be continued...
