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"Will you let me fuck you jaan? I will treat you so well, I promise."

Ishan's mind felt fuzzy, with the way Shubman was mouthing against his neck he could feel the vibrations on his skin.

"Hngh," Ishan moaned feeling how Shubman's fingers skim across his taut muscles and then Shubman was kissing him. Everywhere.

Goosebumps. That's what Ishan felt wherever Shubman touched him.

"Don't be a tease," Ishan whined.

Shubman chuckled hoarsely, trailing his lips downward. He hooked one finger on Ishan's waistband looking at him.

"Be fast," Ishan huffed out taking heavy breaths. His hair disheveled while his body was all flushed.

Shubman leaned upward giving him a chaste kiss on his lips while discarding Ishan's underwear.

Ishan groaned pulling Shubman closer as he humped his cock on Shubman's thigh. Shubman pulled away.

"I hate you," Ishan hissed out.

Shubman laughed before pushing his head down untill he was an eye level to Ishan's cock.

"What do we have here?" he said, blowing on Ishan's cock. He blew, and blew, and Ishan whimpered, shuddering.

He opened his eyes to glare at Shubman. The words he'd intended to say died on his lips. Seeing Shubman between his legs, lips inches away from his hard cock was…

"Weird, this is so weird." Ishan whispered.

 "Weird?"  Shubman's hands on his thighs tightened, his shoulders stiffening.

Did he do anything wrong? Was he creeping out Ishan?

"Yeah, this is weird. We are here fucking while your sister is just downstairs. We don't even have any shame," Ishan said.

"I would rather be shameless then not get to see you under me like this," Shubman said grabbing Ishan's cock and giving it a few tugs.

Ishan swallowed his further complaints while grabbing the sheets beneath him. Shubman surely knew how to shut him up.

God, Ishan panted as Shubman's hand tightened around his cock. He was doing so well, Ishan felt he could burst any moment.

Shubman pulled away his hand the exact moment Ishan felt himself cumming.

"What—" Ishan whined disoriented.

"Not yet," Shubman rasped, his hand toying with a drawer as he pulled out lube and condom.

"Wait isn't that what harry bhai gifted you on your birthday?" Ishan looked at him. Shubman hummed peeling off the wrapper from the lube bottle.

"And you haven't even used it once?" Ishan asked.

"Yeah, I was waiting for the right person." Shubman shrugged.

"You sound like a virgin," Ishan chuckled tugging him close.

"Because I am,"

"What?"

"Yeah,"

"B-but you always flirted with girls at the parties. Most of the time you just dissapeared in clubs as well,"

"Ish, I might have kissed a few girls. But I never went ahead than the make outs. I was saving myself for my special person," Shubman said.

"Y-you were saving yourself? Shit, we shouldn't be doing this," Ishan said getting up. Shubman let go off the bottle to pull Ishan.

"I was waiting for my special someone. But the wait is over now dummy," Shubman said kissing him.

Ishan's heartbeat rose.

Special someone.

He was Shubman's special  someone.

Ishan felt giddy. He was literally melting in the kiss, forgetting everything around him.

Only coming back to his senses when Shubman had pushed him back to the bed and was hovering above him while spreading his legs.

Ishan was quite excited for this moment. He was the special person.

Shubman was also the same. But a bit more shaky than Ishan.

He had never felt so out of control. He told himself to get a grip as he lubed up his fingers liberally, but they were shaking.

"Why are you nervous?" Ishan asked staring at his hand.

"I am not nervous, I...just..." Shubman's gaze traveled over the well-toned chest, pink nipples, taut stomach and strong, shapely legs that he’d imagined wrapped around his waist countless of times.

"Just?"

"Ish, I am a man who has wanted to fuck you since – since fucking forever."

"You...you mean even when we were...?" Ishan's eyes widened.

"Yeah but I was in denial at that time," Shubman touched Ishan's hole with lubed fingers, massaging it firmly. Ishan gasped, his hole quivering. Shubman pressed a finger against it, not really pushing—just waiting for Ishan to relax. In a few seconds, Ishan did and the finger slid in.

Watching his finger disappear inside of Ishan had to be the hottest thing Shubman had seen in his life.

His cock ached with want and it took an incredible amount of willpower not to throw Ishan’s legs over his shoulders and just take him, right there and then. Shubman drew a shaky breath in and pushed the finger deeper.

"You probably think I’m a pervert," Shubman said, looking up to meet Ishan's eyes.

"I thought so, too. I tried to convince myself I wasn’t attracted to you. I tried to like Sara instead. But I couldn't. I could never love someone else," Shubman crooked his finger upwards and found Ishan's prostate. Ishan's eyes widened and glazed over, his mouth opening silently. Shubman drank in the sight, feeling lovesick and hungry.

"You always treated me as your first priority—and you depended on me but only as a bestfriend —so I had no right to feel it, but it was useless. You could make me breathless by touching my arm. You could make me breathless just by looking at me." Shubman pushed another finger in and started moving them in and out, all the while looking Ishan in the eyes.

Shubman kneaded his prostate ruthlessly. Ishan cried out, his eyes unfocused and face pink. He looked so fucking lovely, Shubman felt like licking him all over.

"Another?" Shubman asked.

Ishan nodded so quickly Shubman would have laughed if he didn’t feel so impatient himself. He added more lube and pushed three fingers inside.

Ishan winced a bit.

"Hurts?" Shubman asked.

Ishan shook his head.

"Don’t lie to me."

Panting, Ishan smiled dazedly and shook his head again.

"It hurts, but it feels good too—odd, but good. Don't stop," Ishan murmured.

Shubman scissored his fingers, watching Ishan's reaction carefully.

Ishan's eyes half-closed, his pink lips parting widely. Before long, Ishan's hips started rocking back and forth, his cock rock hard, and Shubman couldn't wait anymore.

He pulled his fingers out, quickly discarding his own underwear as well and took the condom—

"No, don’t want a condom. Wanna feel you."  Ishan said.

Shubman nearly came on the spot.

"It’s unsafe, baby," he managed. But damn did he liked the idea of fucking Ishan raw.

"You know I am clean. You are also clean. Please," Ishan looked at him from under his eyelashes.

Shubman contemplated for a while. He didn't wanted to take any chances with Ishan. No matter how much he wanted to go raw himself, he didn't wanted to risk Ishan's safety.

Ishan huffed before changing their positions so he was on Shubman's lap now.

"Wha– fuck," Shubman hissed throwing his head back as Ishan pumped his cock.

"You are too slow," Ishan growled before positioning Shubman's cock in front of his glistening hole.

Shubman holds the base of his cock as ishan slowly sinks down on it. It takes a few thrusts before ishan is fully seated on Shubman’s hips with his knees on either side.

Both of them were breathless.

Shubman because of how tight he was feeling surrounded by Ishan's heat and ishan, because of how full he was feeling.

As ishan is letting himself get used to the feeling of shubman fully inside of him, shubman’s hands explore up his torso.

“Your body is fucking insane,” shubman says as he gives a generous squeeze to ishan’s pecs.

Ishan suppresses a groan at the feeling. He didn’t sign up to admit how sensitive he is in that area, so ishan just pushes Shubman's hands down to grip his hips instead. Then he starts riding shubman in earnest.

“Fuck, you should see yourself babe,” Shubman says. “You look so good riding my cock.”

Shubman carefully noted each and every detail of how ishan looked while riding him. His eyes droopy, his soft hair bouncing with every movement and his earrings dangling in his ears and dancing to their rhythm.

Somehow one of shubman’s hands wanders up again, and it comes to tweak at ishan's nipple.

Ishan can’t help the moan that escapes from him at that. It’s all too much. Shubman’s cock brushing against his prostate and filthy words pouring into his ears has ishan grinding down even harder.

The new angle had ishan’s cock brushing up against shubman’s stomach with every thrust. That, coupled with feeling shubman this close and the relentless way he was getting fucked, had him losing his goddamned mind.

“Oh fuck, I’m close,” ishan says.

A hand reaches down to jerk ishan off, and it doesn’t take long before he’s coming in long stripes over shubman’s fist.

Shubman strokes him through it until he’s done, still buried deep in ishan’s ass but no longer pounding into him.

"Wow" Ishan gasped looking at Shubman who was also breathing heavily.

"Shubman move," Ishan whispered feeling completely spent out.

Shubman suprisingly,  threw ishan on the bed hovering above him.

"Wh- what the fuck Shubman," Ishan looked at him.

Shubman shushes ishan , leaning forward to lightly take ishan’s probably sore upper lip between his teeth, tasting that delicate bowed shape that’s been an obsession of shubman's for longer than he’s willing to admit. He maintains steady, heady eye contact as he pulls back out of reach again and says-" lemme just, pleasure you a bit longer jaan"

Before ishan could say anything, his body was being manhandled by Shubman. He clunched the bedsheets, gasping as Shubman started working with his hole again, this time with his mouth. He blew some air into it and started exploring it.

"P-ple-ease sh-shub-bii" Ishan whined.

"I need words jaan"
Shubman immediately stopped working into him and looked at Ishan's beautifully arched body.

Ishan gasped at the sudden feeling of emptiness and tears started forming in his eyes.

"Hey, don't cry don't cry, just say what you need jaan. Just say it"

"P-please i-i- need..you again,"

Shubman looked at him.

"I-i- need y-your dick inside me once more Shubman,"

"Now that's the spirit"

Shubman then pulled his hair and kissed him. Long and sensual. Ishan could feel Shubman's tongue exploring every corner of his mouth.

Shubman took his cock, not breaking the kiss, and started teasing Ishan's hole with it. Circling it with his cock and smearing it with his pre come.

Ishan just gasped and his eyes rolled towards the back of his head as Shubman slammed his entire self into ishan without a single warning and started  working in him.

Shubman leans down to capture his mouth in a messy kiss as he continues to slowly rock into him, panting against his throat when he bottoms out.

“I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you in my bed, you know,” he says. “You looked so pretty lying there.”

The first time– that was months ago, and His mind goes a little staticky and fuzzy. He’s not sure why he doesn’t find this off-putting, and instead feels heat pooling low in his abdomen at the thought of shubman desiring him like this, even then.

Shubman picked up his pace quickly, and soon he was ramming into ishan with abandon. Ishan tried to meet his thrusts, but he was already climbing upward to his next orgasm and his arms gave out quickly once he tried.

Shubman would render ishan cockdumb and addicted if he continued like this.

One of Shubman's hands – which had been holding ishan’s hips with a grip hard enough to bruise – moved up his body and grabbed him by the chain he usually wears.

Tightening around his neck, Shubman hauled ishan's upper body up and flush against shubman’s own. It wasn’t enough to cut off his breathing, but ishan’s breath hitched.

Choking wasn't his kink. But fuck it felt so good.

"You take me so well. Such a good baby,"

A few minutes pass but Shubman did not slow down.

No, he kept chasing his own release and continued thrusting hard and deep into ishan, causing him to rock against the bed frame, feeling like nothing more than something for shubman to use.

But, it was also something ishan would happily give.  Over and over again . It still felt good, even though his own dick was probably out for the rest of the night.

It felt so good even though with every thrust shubman sent ishan further and further into overstimulation. Ishan’s moans morphed into whines.

Ishan couldn't even recognize his own voice.

With a loud growl, shubman’s movements stuttered and ishan felt him spill into his hole. And that feeling caused ishan’s cock to twitch in interest, before settling down again.

"Now that was wow," Shubman chuckled looking at Ishan.

Ishan just hugged Shubman wordlessly hiding his face on the crook of Shubman's neck.

Shubman hummed patting his head. He pulled himself out.

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"I am feeling so tired," Ishan mumbled against Shubman's neck.

"But we need to clean up jaan," Shubman said pulling away from the hug only to hear a whine from the elder.

"Just one second please," Ishan pouted.

Shubman  pulled Ishan in his arms taking him inside the bathroom.

"I am not in the mood to bath right now please," Ishan huffed.

"I know love, we will just clean up real quick." Shubman said patting his head.

And they both were inside the bathroom.
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"You can sleep, I think it will take half an hour more for them to come." Shubman said.

"No I am not that tired. I want to meet them Shubi,"

"Baby my parents are pretty chill. They won't mind at all if you will be asleep rather than exchanging those formalities with them. Besides they will be happy you already feel comfortable in the house," Shubman said cradling Ishan in his arms.

They both were snuggled up on the bed. Shubman changed the bedsheets before obviously.

"I still can't believe you are calling me baby," Ishan muttered staring at him.

"I also can't believe I fucked Mr. Wanna be a top but still the perfect bottom to ever exist," Shubman snickered. 

Ishan punched his jaw.

"Oww," Shubman hissed.

"What happened Mr I don't know my sexuality but I still fucked my bestfriend?" Ishan retorted.

"Punch me a hundred times more but don't you dare call me your bestfriend again." Shubman says.

"Then what do you want me to call you?"

"Boyfriend will suit more," Shubman grinned flushing against Ishan's body.

"You are getting so cheeky," Ishan said trying to hide his blush.

"Don't you like this cheeky Shubman?" Shubman wiggled his eyebrows.

"Nah, I want my cute and shy Shubi only." Ishan said playing with Shubman's hair.

"Yours huh?"

"Ugh shut up, that was just a slip up."

"No no that wasn't just a slip up. But good for you Mrs Gill I am always yours,"

"Shut up, I am not your wife." Ishan grunted slapping his head.

"Soon baby soon,"

"You bet, I am not even in a relationship with you yet and you thinking way too further."

"But we just confessed a while ago."

"I used to like my one night stand as well, doesn't make much difference Mr Gill."

"It does, you used to top them." Shubman chuckled seeing Ishan glaring at him.

"Okay okay, all the jokes being aside. The things I said earlier weren't a lie. I really love you, had loved you ever since you were my room partner. And I would be damned if I let you love someone else other than me. So Ishan Kishan wi–"

"Shubman, Ishan come out. You guys are inside since 2 hours." Shahneel knocked onto their door.

"Fuck you," Shubman grunted.

Ishan laughed sitting up.

"Let's continue later," Ishan pecked his cheek before scurrying out of the room.

"Atleast answer m–" Shubman stopped on his tracks seeing his parents and Shahneel outside his room.

"Mom dad, when did you guys came?" Shubman asked.

"Just a few minutes ago beta. I am glad Ishan is feeling good now. I thought he will be heartbroken after getting disowned by his family. But he seems to be very happy instead," Mr Gill chuckled. 

"Dad," Shubman winced.

"No don't take my words in a wrong way. I am actually glad Ishan is not weeping like a normal person would. Surely Shubman's company did wonders that's why he seems to be fine."

"Ofcourse papa you are right. After all what you did accidentally, someone had to be accountable for that." Shahneel spit out.

"Neel," Her mother glared at her.

"What? Did i said something wrong?" Shahneel retorted.

"Ofcourse not. I am really guilty for what I did. I hope you can forgive me Ishan beta," Her dad smiled.

"You don't have to apologize uncle. It wasn't  your fault. Naman was just too smart to do things like this," Ishan said.

"Such a great boy you are, come on it's time for dinner. Let's go downstairs." Mr Gill said and everyone nodded  their heads.

They all started to walk but Shubman pulled Ishan aside.

"Ish don't be sad, dad just wanted to praise how much good you are at not letting all these things affect you." Shubman said.

"I know but shouldn't I be affected a bit more? They are my family for fucks sake. But here I am having fun and forgetting everything. I am not even a good son."

"No baby don't think lik—"

"Let's just go," Ishan dismissed him walking downstairs.

Shubman stared at his back feeling guilty.

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A/N - Fudging 3092 words.

Also a special thanks to I_like_snakes_ who helped me to write the smut part.
If it wasn't for her I would be stuck at foreplay only. She helped me out to write the main part.

So yeah, praise her for quenching your thirst.

We both worked really hard to write the smut scene. So I hope you guys liked it.

This is my last update. Now wait for next year for me to update more. Bye bye~