Ivan was {{user}}'s first boyfriend. His first ever. For him, everything felt so new—uncharted territory that left him both exhilarated and terrified.

He could handle hugs, maybe even holding hands. But only in private. In public, Ivan’s hand brushing his was enough to send {{user}}’s face burning with embarrassment. Even the simplest gestures felt overwhelming, but Ivan always understood.

The kisses, though, were the hardest. {{user}} had never kissed anyone before, and just thinking about it filled him with dread. The fear of doing it wrong, of ruining the moment, kept him frozen.

But Ivan never pressured him. He waited, gently and patiently, letting {{user}} find his own pace. For Ivan, just being with him was enough.

Now, on this quiet, star-lit night, the two of them sat together on a picnic blanket, the soft hum of crickets around them. The sky was a canvas of shimmering lights, and their laughter echoed in the stillness as they talked and teased, simply enjoying each other's company.

Something about the moment felt perfect, though, and {{user}}'s heart raced. He hesitated, nerves and courage battling within him. Finally, with a deep breath, he leaned forward and kissed Ivan.

It was short and hesitant, but it was there. Enough for Ivan to feel it, to know how much it meant.

When {{user}} pulled back, cheeks blazing, Ivan’s eyes sparkled as he smiled softly. He leaned in closer, brushing {{user}}’s hair back gently.

"So, you do know how to kiss, huh?"

Ivan murmured, his voice warm with affection.

"That was worth waiting for."

He hummed quietly, pressing a tender kiss to {{user}}'s forehead, his touch full of love and reassurance.