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Ollie had no idea how he'd ended up in this situation.
Well, he did.
It had all started with a simple encounter at the restaurant, with overly intense glances and a silent interest from Kimi. Then came the "casual" meetings outside of work hours, the dinner invitations to places Ollie would never have set foot in on his own, and finally, the inevitable surrender.
Now, months later, he was sitting in Kimi Antonelli's private home office, the man who had turned his world into something completely different.
"Leave that alone." Kimi's voice was calm but firm.
He looked up from his laptop, where he was trying to finish some notes from a class he barely remembered. He was sitting in one of the oversized leather chairs in his boyfriend's office, one of his legs draped over the seat, dressed in comfortable clothes Kimi had bought him.
"Leave what?" he asked with false innocence.
Kimi leaned back in his chair behind the desk, his eyes fixed on him with the same intensity as always.
"Ignoring me." He raised an eyebrow in amusement. "You've been here for over an hour and you've barely looked at me."
He rolled his eyes, though the warmth in his chest betrayed him.
"Someone has to do productive things. We can't all sit around signing papers and having money fall on us."
Kimi let out a low laugh. He stood up from his chair and calmly walked around the desk before stopping right in front of him.
"Is that what you think I do?"
Ollie closed his laptop screen and smirked.
"Basically."
Kimi tilted his head, regarding him thoughtfully.
"If it bothers you so much that I sit here doing nothing, I can find another way to distract myself."
Before he could react, Kimi grabbed him by the waist and easily lifted him onto his desk. Ollie let out a small gasp of surprise, automatically clutching his forearms for balance.
"Kimi?"
"Mhm." He leaned down until he was dangerously close to his face. "Do you still want to study?"
Ollie gulped.
"Uh... yeah."
Kimi smirked.
"Liar."
Before Ollie could respond, Kimi slid his hands down his waist, slowly caressing the soft fabric of his clothes. Ollie felt a shiver run down his spine and was unable to stop the nervous laugh that escaped him.
"Don't look at me like that."
Kimi raised an eyebrow.
"Like what?"
"Like you're about to do something that will make me regret coming to see you today."
The Italian laughed, his voice deep and amused at the same time.
"If you ever regret coming, then I'm doing something wrong."
Ollie opened his mouth to retort, but Kimi seized the moment to lean in and kiss his collarbone, right where the loose shirt exposed a bit of skin. Ollie let out a small sigh, closing his eyes for a moment, and Kimi smiled against his skin.
"I spoil you too much, little prince."
Ollie opened his eyes, his expression clearly saying: Excuse me?
"Me spoiled?"
Kimi pulled away slightly, his gaze completely amused.
"Who was it that complained this morning about the coffee not being the way they liked it?"
"I didn't complain! I was just making an observation."
"Uh-huh. And who has a credit card in their name with no spending limit?"
The Brit narrowed his eyes.
"I could argue that I didn't give you permission to give it to me."
Kimi laughed softly, sliding his fingers around Ollie's waist and pulling him a little closer.
"And who has a boyfriend who adores them and would give them anything they asked for if they just opened their mouth?"
Ollie felt a blush rise to his face.
"That..."
"You can't deny that."
He dropped his forehead against Kimi's shoulder with a resigned sigh.
"You're unbearable."
Kimi wrapped his arms around his waist in a possessive hug.
"And yet, here you are."
Ollie couldn't help but smile.
"Shut up."
Kimi laughed softly against his hair and, with infinite patience, began placing small kisses along his neck, delighting in the way his boyfriend snuggled closer to him, as if wanting to lose himself in his warmth.
Several minutes passed like that, without saying anything. Only the sound of Ollie's breathing and their calm heartbeats filled the space.
Finally, Kimi murmured against his ear, "Stay the night."
Ollie closed his eyes and smiled. In that moment, with his arms around him and the feeling of security enveloping him completely, he knew he truly didn't want to be anywhere else.
"I will."
A few minutes passed, during which neither of them said anything. Ollie remained on his boyfriend's lap, his forehead resting on his shoulder and his arms around his neck, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by his warmth.
Kimi, for his part, stroked his back with slow movements, running his fingertips up and down, completely fascinated by the way Ollie settled against him.
"Are you tired?" he asked, his voice low and measured.
Ollie sighed against his shirt.
"I don't know. Maybe."
Kimi smiled slightly, moving one of his hands to tangle the fingers in his hair, gently massaging his scalp.
"That sounds like a yes."
"That sounds like 'leave me alone.'"
"Not in a million years, little prince."
Ollie grunted, but made no attempt to move.
"Don't call me that."
Kimi tilted his head, resting his chin on the other man's hair.
"And what am I supposed to call you?"
"I don't know... something normal."
"Something normal?" He let out a low laugh. "Amore, tesoro, cuore mio... any of those work?"
Ollie raised his head, his expression half mocking and half amused.
"Do I look like someone you'd call 'cuore mio'?"
Kimi held his gaze, his expression completely serious.
"You look like someone I'd call 'my spoiled prince.'"
The student lightly punched him in the chest, even though he was smiling.
"You're unbearable."
"You told me that before. And you're still here."
Kimi slid one of his hands down Ollie's waist and pulled him a little closer against his body, enough for him to let out a small gasp of surprise.
"Kimi..."
"Mhm?"
"Nothing."
He looked away quickly, but Kimi didn't miss the faint pink tint beginning to cover his cheeks. The Italian smirked and, without warning, bent his head to capture Ollie's lips in a soft, slow kiss, as if he had all the time in the world to savor him. Ollie sighed against his mouth, relaxing into his grasp, and let him take control with an ease that always disconcerted him.
Kimi's kisses always did that. They enveloped him, trapped him, made him forget everything other than the way he held him, the way he touched him, as if he were something precious, something he needed to protect. Kimi slid a hand down his back and stroked him with a tenderness that contrasted with the slight dominance of his touch. When they broke away, Ollie's breathing was ragged and his head was spinning slightly. Kimi watched him with a smile, his thumb tracing distracting lines over his waist.
"You're definitely tired."
"It's not that..."
"Of course you are. You can't even speak properly."
Ollie frowned.
"That's because you kissed me so..."
He broke off when he realized what he was about to say. Kimi raised an eyebrow, amused.
"So what?"
He brought a hand up to his face.
"Nothing."
Kimi laughed softly and held him a little closer to his chest.
"You know I love it when you're like this, right?"
Ollie sighed, giving up.
"I know."
"And you also know I'll do anything to see you like this more often."
The Brit lowered his hand from his face and looked at him with mock resignation.
"You're impossible."
Kimi kissed his cheek.
"And you're adorable."
Ollie rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile.
"Can we stay like this a little longer?"
Kimi stroked his back in response.
"As long as you want, vita mia."
And so they stayed, tangled in a warm embrace, the sound of their intertwined breaths filling the office. For Ollie, there was no safer place in the world. For Kimi, there was nothing more important than keeping him there, right where he belonged.
After a while of tangling, the comfortable silence between them was broken by a small growl from Ollie's stomach. Kimi looked down, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
"Is that what I think it was?"
Ollie felt heat rise to his cheeks and shifted on his lap, crossing his arms with mock dignity.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Kimi let out a low laugh and, without giving him time to react, leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his collarbone.
"It means you're hungry."
"I'm not that..."
The sound repeated itself, louder this time. Kimi smirked.
"What were you saying?"
Ollie shrank back a little, burying her face in his boyfriend's chest.
"That we could ignore it..."
"No, we couldn't." Kimi slid a hand under his thighs and, in one effortless motion, stood up with Ollie in his arms.
"Kimi!" he protested, holding tightly to his neck. "I can walk!"
"I know," he replied mischievously, leading him toward the kitchen. "But I like carrying you like this better. It's fun."
Ollie dropped his forehead against Kimi's shoulder, too used to being overprotective to argue. Kimi led him to the kitchen counter and gently sat him down on the cool surface.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Anything's fine..."
"That's not an answer."
He rolled his eyes. "Kimi, it's late. You don't have to start cooking anything elaborate."
"It's not late, and it is. I don't want my boyfriend to go hungry."
He shifted slightly in his seat, feeling a warmth in his chest at the ease with which Kimi said ‘my boyfriend.’
"We can heat up something..."
"No." Kimi shook his head. "I want to make something."
Ollie let out a resigned sigh.
"Okay... but something quick, okay?"
Kimi smiled, as if he'd won an important battle.
"Pasta?"
"Can you make anything other than pasta?"
"Can you eat anything other than pasta?"
Ollie gave him a dirty look, but couldn't help but laugh.
"Good. With lots of cheese."
"Always."
Kimi moved nimbly around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients with the ease of someone who'd done it a million times. Ollie watched him silently, his feet swinging slightly on the edge of the counter. He couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest seeing him like that, so confident, so willing to take care of the little details. Kimi glanced at him and smiled when he noticed him staring.
"Do you like what you see?"
Ollie blinked and quickly looked away, pretending he hadn't heard him.
"Huh?"
Kimi placed the pot on the stove and walked over to him with easy steps, standing right between his legs.
"Do you like what you see?"
Ollie bit the inside of his cheek and lifted his chin with false confidence.
"It's nothing special."
The Italian smiled with amusement and, without warning, slid his hands down to Ollie's waist and pulled him closer to the edge, causing his legs to spread a little wider to accommodate him between them.
"Are you sure?"
The student felt his heart race and cursed himself for the way his body reacted so quickly to Kimi.
"You're such a show-off..." he muttered, avoiding his gaze.
Kimi let out a low laugh and braced his hands on the counter on either side of the other man's body, effectively trapping him between his body and the wood.
"And you're so cute when you play hard to get."
Ollie felt the heat on his face and opened his mouth to retort, but Kimi didn't give him the chance. Instead, he bent his head and pressed a slow kiss against the corner of his lips. He inhaled sharply and felt the world around him shrink until it was reduced to the way Kimi leaned over him, the way he looked at him with those dark eyes filled with something unreadable.
"Will you let me kiss you?" Kimi begged against his skin.
Ollie closed his eyes for a moment before nodding softly.
"You know I do."
Kimi didn't waste a second capturing his lips again, this time with more intention. Ollie sighed against his mouth and slid his hands down to his boyfriend's shoulders, clinging to the fabric of his shirt as if it were his only anchor. The kiss was slow and deep, a lazy but intense exchange, full of soft caresses and shallow breaths. When they finally broke away, Ollie rested his forehead against his, trying to catch his breath.
"Your pasta's going to burn..."
The other man let out a low laugh.
"I'm more interested in you than pasta."
Ollie snorted in amusement and gave him a gentle shove in the chest.
"Make dinner, love, I'm hungry."
Kimi gave him one last look, charged with something that made his knees buckle.
"Whatever my prince asks."
He snorted and shook his head, but his smile was undeniable. And as Kimi returned to the stove with a satisfied expression, Ollie found himself thinking that maybe being a little spoiled wasn't so bad after all.
After dinner, they headed to the dining room. Ollie was sprawled on the couch, wrapped in one of his oversized sweatshirts, the sleeves almost completely covering his hands as he idly flipped through the movie catalog on the screen. Kimi, sitting next to him, had one hand on his thigh, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the fabric of his pants.
"So... action or comedy?" he asked, turning his face slightly to look at him.
Kimi, without taking his eyes off his phone where he was checking some office emails, replied matter-of-factly:
"Anything. I don't care."
Ollie frowned and turned his body, resting his head on the arm of the sofa as he stared at him.
"That's not helping."
Kimi lowered his phone and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"You have good taste. I trust you'll choose something good."
He snorted and rolled his eyes. "That sounds more like you just don't want to decide."
The Italian smiled smugly and shrugged.
"Maybe."
Ollie looked at him for a few seconds, assessing him. Then, as if nothing had happened, he slid down until he was half-lying on top of him, tucking his hands under his sweatshirt and resting his head on his chest.
"What are you doing?" he asked, amused.
"Absorbing your warmth," he murmured, closing his eyes. "Besides, if you're not helping me with the movie, at least I know you're serving as my pillow."
Kimi let out a low laugh and slid his arm around his waist, holding him easily against him.
"So that's all I'm good for?"
"Mmm... also paying for food."
"How cheeky."
"And kissing me." He lifted his head, smiling a mischievous little smile. "But I don't know if you want to do that."
Kimi narrowed his eyes and, without saying anything, leaned in and captured his face with both hands before kissing him firmly. Ollie let out a small sound of surprise before relaxing completely against him, responding with equal intensity. Slow, measured, with the confidence that only months together had given them. When Kimi pulled away, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Does that answer your question?"
Ollie bit his lip, feeling a blush rise to his cheeks.
"I guess..."
"We'd have to check again, just in case."
Before he could process what he was saying, Kimi was leaning in again, claiming his lips with ease. Ollie sighed against his mouth and tangled his fingers in the other's shirt, pulling him closer.
"You're taking advantage of the fact that I like this..."
Kimi smiled against his skin.
"So what are you going to do about it?"
Ollie blinked slowly and slid his hands to his shoulders, applying a little pressure.
"Force you to watch a movie with me."
Kimi laughed, completely charmed by him.
"Fine, tesoro. Whatever you want."
The Briton smiled triumphantly, although his blush didn't disappear one bit.
"We've been at it for ten minutes and you still haven't chosen anything," Kimi commented after a while, his voice low, almost a whisper.
"I'm searching," he replied, his brow furrowed as he scrolled through the endless list of titles. "I don't want to watch something boring."
"Then put on something with chases and explosions."
"Is that what you want?"
"No," Kimi replied with a lazy smile. "I just want to see you make a face of annoyance."
Ollie narrowed his eyes.
"You're an idiot."
Kimi shrugged with feigned innocence, as if the accusation were nothing more than disguised praise. Then he leaned in a little, moving closer to Ollie until his chin was resting on his shoulder.
"How about a scary one?"
Ollie stood very still, his finger still on the controller.
"Scary? Really?"
"Uh-huh," Kimi murmured, the lips brushing his ear. "That gives you an excuse to hug me tighter."
"I don't need a movie for that," he replied without thinking, and as soon as the words left his mouth, his face flushed red.
Kimi stood still for a second. Then, with a smile that was half tenderness and half absolute adoration, he hugged him by the waist and hid his face in his neck.
"I love it when you get carried away and say things like that."
"Shut up," Ollie protested, though his tone was completely powerless. "You choose. I'm tired of it."
Kimi took the remote and, without moving away from him, began to scroll through the catalog with astonishing ease.
“Hmm... something romantic, maybe.”
“No.”
“Historical drama?”
“Less so.”
“Nature documentary?”
“Are we trying to fall asleep?”
Kimi laughed against his neck.
“Okay, okay... comedy?”
“That sounds better to me.”
“Perfect. A silly comedy, then. So we can laugh at how absurd it is and then kiss during the credits.”
Ollie turned his head slightly to look at him out of the corner of his eye, one eyebrow raised.
“Do you always have a plan?”
Kimi winked at him.
“Always.”
They finally chose a movie without much depth—a crazy story about failed weddings and friends who ruined everything—and curled up on the couch. Ollie leaned against Kimi, resting his head on his chest while the Italian wrapped a firm arm around his shoulders. The movie moved along with its ridiculous humor and exaggerated characters, but Kimi's attention was more focused on her boyfriend's messy hair, on the way he mindlessly settled into her arms, as if he already knew that was his place.
"Kimi," Ollie murmured at one point, his voice sleepy, without taking his eyes off the screen.
“Mhm.”
“I love you.”
“And I love you, tesoro.”
Silence enveloped them again, but this time it was filled with meaning, with unspoken promises, with affection in every subtle touch of fingers on his arm, in their synchronized breathing, in the way their bodies fit together like pieces of a secret puzzle.
When the movie ended, neither of them moved to turn off the television. Kimi continued to slowly stroke his arm, and Ollie's eyes were half-closed, fighting sleep.
"Let's go to bed," the Italian murmured softly.
"I'm fine here..."
"The bed is more comfortable."
"Your chest too."
Kimi smiled, deeply moved, and didn't insist. He just turned down the television, wrapped the blanket tighter around him, and let the silence and closeness do the rest.
There, on that sofa, with night already deep and the world muted outside, two people who had never imagined themselves entangled in this way shared something as simple and powerful as a moment of peace. And sometimes—just sometimes—that was all you needed to know you were exactly where you were meant to be.