The warm breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean as the yacht drifted along the waters off the coast of Thaind. Gun stood at the bow, his hair tousled by the wind, gazing out at the horizon. Cassius had pnned this—another one of his grand, romantic gestures that he had come to adore. The luxury yacht was a world of its own, alone with only the two of them aboard.

  Cassius walked up behind him, his arms slipping around Gun’s waist. “You look lost in thought,” he whispered against Gun’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

  Gun leaned back into him, feeling the warmth of Cassius’ body pressed against his. “Just thinking about how unreal all of this feels. You. Us.”

  Cassius kissed the side of Gun’s neck, his lips trailing soft, teasing kisses down to his shoulder. “It doesn’t have to feel unreal, you know. This can be our reality.”

  Turning in his arms, Gun looked up into Cassius’ eyes, searching for something—reassurance, comfort, maybe even a sign that what they had was more than just a fleeting affair. And in Cassius’ gaze, he found it. The sincerity, the quiet intensity that had drawn him in from the start.

  Without another word, Gun kissed him, slow and deep, pouring everything he couldn’t say into that moment. Cassius responded, his hands roaming down Gun’s body, their desire building with each passing second. The kiss grew hotter, more urgent, and within minutes, their clothes were discarded, falling forgotten onto the deck.

  Cassius id Gun down gently on the plush cushions, his hands tracing every inch of Gun’s skin. He was slow, deliberate, worshipping Gun’s body with every kiss, every touch. Gun arched into him, gasping at the sensations that washed over him, every nerve ending alight with need.

  Cassius took his time, teasing, edging Gun closer and closer to the edge without letting him fall. His mouth lingered on Gun’s skin, his tongue exploring, driving Gun wild with anticipation. When Cassius finally entered him, it was slow, intimate, and everything Gun hadn’t realised he’d been yearning for.

  Their bodies moved together, in perfect sync, the rocking of the yacht beneath them mirroring the slow, steady rhythm they set. Cassius kissed Gun through every moan, every gasp, holding him close as they lost themselves in the moment. Gun’s hands clutched at Cassius’ back, nails digging in as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable height. When they finally reached their climax, it was a slow, burning release that left them both breathless.

  They y naked, still entangled in each other’s arms, watching the sky change from a brilliant afternoon blue to the warm hues of dusk. The fading sunlight painted the ocean in shades of orange and pink, a breathtaking view that they couldn’t tear their eyes away from.

  Cassius ran his fingers through Gun’s hair, his other hand zily tracing circles on his bare chest. “I’ve been thinking...” he started, his voice soft but serious.

  Gun tilted his head slightly, looking up at him. “About what?”

  Cassius sighed, his eyes fixed on the horizon before meeting Gun’s gaze again. “I want this. You. Us. For real. I know the distance is a lot, with me in Engnd and you here... but we could make it work.”

  Gun felt his heart skip a beat, caught off guard by the sincerity of Cassius’ words. The idea of being in a retionship with him, of truly committing, was something that Gun hadn’t fully considered. Not because he didn’t want it, but because of the complexities—the distance, the different lives they led.

  “I’m not sure, Cassius,” Gun admitted quietly, turning his gaze away. “Long distance... it’s hard. What if we can’t make it work?”

  Cassius sat up slightly, cupping Gun’s face in his hands and turning him back to face him. “We can visit each other. I’ll come here as often as I can, and you can come to Engnd. We’ll make it work if we both want to. And I want this, Gun. I want you.”

  Gun searched his eyes, feeling the weight of Cassius’ words. The vulnerability in Cassius’ expression made his heart ache. Could he really let himself fall for someone again? Could he risk it?

  After a long pause, Gun smiled, his fingers brushing against Cassius’ cheek. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. “Let’s try.”

  Cassius’ face lit up with a smile so radiant that Gun couldn’t help but smile back. They sealed the moment with a kiss, slow and sweet.

  *

  A few hours ter, the private yacht docked and Cassius was getting ready to leave for the airport. Gun drove him there, the ride filled with quiet moments of shared gnces and the occasional squeeze of a hand.

  At the airport, they stood near the departure gate, both reluctant to say goodbye. Cassius, with his usual confident charm, leaned in, pulling Gun into a tight embrace.

  “I’ll see you soon,” he whispered against Gun’s ear before pulling back slightly, his gaze lingering on Gun’s lips.

  Before Gun could respond, Cassius kissed him, deep and passionate. Gun melted into him, their lips moving together in perfect harmony. When they finally pulled apart, Gun’s heart was racing, his chest tight with emotion.

  Cassius smiled softly. “Don’t be sad. We’ll see each other again soon.”

  Gun nodded, but the sadness lingered. As he watched Cassius walk away, his heart ached with the bittersweet reality of long-distance love. But despite the sadness, there was hope—a flicker of something new and exciting that made him believe this could be the start of something beautiful.