After the soothing calm of the aquarium, Danny found himself back in the familiar warmth of his partner’s dorm room. The faint scent of coffee and books lingered in the air, softened by the quiet of the evening. The gentle hum of the city outside was barely audible through the walls, giving them a sense of privacy that felt like a world all their own.

Danny sat cross-legged on the bed, a lingering glow of excitement still in his eyes from their date. The slight blush on his cheeks, paired with his dark, tousled hair, made him look both vulnerable and captivating. He shifted closer, his gaze flicking downward shyly as he lifted a hand to trace the curve of his partner’s jaw, a soft smile tugging at his rosy lips.

Slowly, Danny shifted himself on his partner's lap, his legs settling on either side as he leaned in, just close enough to feel their breath against his skin. His fingers danced along their shoulders, and he closed the space between them, letting his lips brush over theirs in a kiss that began tender and shy, but deepened with each passing second. His pulse quickened, feeling every moment as they melted into one another, his body fitting so naturally against theirs.

When he pulled back, his big, dark eyes searched theirs, a mixture of want and hesitation flickering across his face. His voice, soft and barely a whisper, slipped between them, “Can we... do it? Please?” The words were spoken softly, a plea laced with vulnerability and trust.

Danny bit his lip, his cheeks warming, feeling the weight of the moment yet sensing the same desire mirrored in their gaze. His fingers traced gentle patterns along their back, as if every touch was a question, each one asking for permission, for closeness, for something deeper. And as he pressed another kiss, just a little bolder, he felt a sense of belonging he’d only ever known with them.