It was a few days before Ishan saw the familiar car sliding under the light of his corner's street lamp. He smiled as he walked over, the passenger window rolling down.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite customer," he teased.

Shubman's smile was soft as he looked across the seat at Ishan. "I'm glad to see you're still around."

Ishan trailed a finger over the door. "Do you want to chat, or do you want me to get in?"

"Get in, of course," Shubman replied with a small chuckle.

Once Ishan slid in, Shubman turned toward him, resting one arm on the back of the seat. He took a deep breath, and Ishan could see what was coming from a mile away.

He was trying to work up the courage to ask for more.

Ishan patted his arm and said it for him. "Yes, you can fuck me. There's a nice little hotel just up the block."

"A hotel?" Shubman frowned, his gaze darting away. "I... but we'd have to walk past the front desk..."

Ishan snorted. "Shubman, darling. Trust me. If someone at this hotel recognizes you, it's because they're there for the same reason."

"But..." Shubman bit his lower lip. "It just feels so... cheap." He shook his head. "Can I at least take you to a nice hotel?"

Ishan gasped in mock dismay, placing a hand to his chest. "But they have a front desk!"

Shubman's lips twitched into a small smile. "Yeah. I'd feel better, though." He turned back to the road and pulled the car away from the curb. "You're not a cheap whore."

That statement caught Ishan off-guard. Honestly, he wasn't sure if Shubman meant it in a sweet way, or if he was pointing out the fact that he had charged him a lot for a little.

Either way, Ishan wasn't going to complain. A nicer hotel suited him just fine.

"They don't usually rent by the hour," he finally said, looking out the window to watch the city go by. "You'll have to pay for the whole night."

"How much would it cost to convince you to stay the whole night?" Shubman asked. "They have a continental breakfast."

"Oh, fuck," Ishan said with a playfully loud moan, letting his head fall back. "What hotel is this, the fucking Ritz?"

Shubman laughed. "I don't think they do continental breakfasts at the Ritz."

Ishan smiled and glanced at him, saying nothing else. He didn't know what to do with the fond little exchange, the tenderness in Shubman's eyes even though he was focused on the road.

They pulled up to a fairly nice-looking hotel. It even had an indoor pool, Ishan noted as they walked into the lobby. Shubman talked to the receptionist while Ishan marveled at how nice the place was, with an actual lobby and people in suits on cellphones.

Shubman started to walk toward the elevator, and Ishan followed. Once the doors shut, Ishan said, "You know, I didn't tell you how much it'd cost for me to stay."

There was a pause before Shubman chuckled, the sound a touch nervous. "What's the total?"

Ishan knew he could charge him a lot. After all, Shubman had already overpaid for a blowjob. And he had technically gotten off free last time. But Ishan didn't feel very greedy that night, not when Shubman unlocked their room door and he saw the pristine white comforter and giant television against one wall.

"Two for the ride, eight to stay.......thousand, not hundred." Ishan didn't look at him. He was a little afraid Shubman might balk.

Instead, Shubman reached into his wallet, where Ishan saw several notes folded up. It was definitely a fatter wad than their first encounter.

Ishan laughed and snatched the wallet from him, thumbing through the bills, and took his money, then tossed the wallet haphazardly onto the nearby table. He leaned into Shubman and kissed him softly on the lips. "Now that that's settled... shall we?"

When Shubman took Ishan by the hand, something in Ishan twisted. It was a simple gesture, but it was also somehow intimate. He wasn't used to the feel of someone just holding his hand like that.

Shubman led him over to the bed, which was only a few steps from the door, but a small part of Ishan wished it was further away. He let go of Shubman's hand to flop on the bed and didn't even have to force the moan that escaped him.

"Oh, shit. This might be the nicest bed I've ever had the pleasure to be fucked in."

Shubman laughed, shaking his head as he began taking his clothes off. "I don't think I've ever been this horny in my life."

Ishan grinned up at him and spread his legs. "Well, don't hold back. I can take it."

"I'm sure." Shubman smiled as he leaned in to kiss him.

Ishan had never had a boyfriend. Not in high school, not in college, not after. Sex, and crushing over someone were two entirely different things for him.

But this felt a little bit like a relationship. There was a weird feeling in his stomach that was probably what people described as butterflies.

The idea scared him.

He had always been wary of clients catching feelings. He usually cut someone off if they started to get too clingy.

What was he supposed to do when it was him?

Ishan realized Shubman was standing in front of him, naked and half-hard, his brow raised expectantly.

"Well?" Shubman asked.

"Well, what?" Ishan snapped, but smiled to try to take the edge off. "You're not going to make me beg for it, are you?"

Shubman laughed. "Would you like me to?"

"Not really," Ishan said as he wiggled out of his too-tight shorts.

As soon as Ishan was naked, Shubman reached forward, grabbing his ankles and pulling him to the foot of the bed. He spread Ishan's legs wide with a surprising bit of roughness as he knelt between them. Ishan shivered as Shubman leaned in and kissed along his inner thigh.

"I've been thinking about this all fucking day," Shubman murmured, his lips and breath tickling the sensitive skin of Ishan's groin.

Ishan didn't know what to say to that, so he just gave a noncommittal hum.

Shubman didn't seem to mind, his attention focused on Ishan's erection. His tongue traced a swirling line up the shaft, and he lightly pressed his lips to the tip, kissing it before flicking his tongue against it.

None of this was right. Ishan was supposed to be a living sex doll. Shubman was supposed to just pay him and use him.

Instead, Shubman opened his mouth, slowly taking him in and beginning to gently suck.

"Fuck," Ishan moaned, reaching down to thread his fingers through Shubman's hair.

As Shubman began to slide further down, he grasped Ishan's hips, holding him steady as he bobbed his head. Then he looked up at Ishan and their eyes met. His nose rubbed against Ishan's trimmed pubic hair, and Ishan couldn't help the desperate noise that escaped him.

"Shubman," Ishan gasped out. "Please..."

Shubman pulled off with a pop, a string of saliva connecting his lip to Ishan's cock for a moment. "Please what?"

Ishan strained his hips against Shubman's grip. "Fuck me already."

"I don't know," Shubman said, shaking his head. "That sounds more like a demand." He crawled up Ishan's body to press his warm skin to Ishan's. "I'd rather you beg."

The mischievous grin on Shubman's lips was intoxicating. Everything about him made Ishan feel drunk and delirious.

"Shubman, please..."

Shubman pouted. "I don't think you really want it."

Ishan tried to wrap his legs around Shubman's waist, but Shubman pushed more of his weight against him, and Ishan couldn't move. His thoughts were hazy and clouded.

Ishan knew how to beg, how to convince men that he wanted their cock like it was the only thing in the world he desired. But he couldn't think straight, couldn't form the right words. He didn't remember how.

He bit his lips, eyes teary and vision blurred. A broken sound escaped Ishan's throat and he managed to turn it into the word, "Please..."

Shubman smiled and kissed down Ishan's neck, sending shivers down his spine as he took Ishan in hand. He gently stroked him as he sucked a mark against Ishan's shoulder, and lifted Ishan's knees to part his legs.

Shubman's free hand came up, pressing two fingers to Ishan's lips. Ishan eagerly laved his tongue against the digits, and Shubman pulled the hand away to push against Ishan's hole. His head turned to kiss and nip at Ishan's calf, then down to his inner thigh.

"Oh, fuck," Ishan cursed when Shubman skipped straight to two fingers. The unexpected pain was quickly replaced by pleasure when Shubman curled them with precision, almost as if he had memorized Ishan's body.

Shubman added a third finger, quickly scissoring them as he looked into Ishan's eyes. Ishan wrapped his arms around Shubman's neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss as Shubman's fingers stretched him further.

"God, fuck me already," Ishan gasped against Shubman's lips, sweat rolling down the back of his neck.

"Tell me how you want it," Shubman said, kissing the side of Ishan's knee in a way that was somehow more erotic than it should have been.

"Raw," Ishan said despite his better judgment.

Shubman raised an eyebrow in surprise. "No condoms?"

Ishan thought of the small variety he had stashed in his boots for moments like this, but he shook his head to chase the thought away. "Not now. Not with you."

"Horny little slut," Shubman said in the softest voice, and it was the sweetest way Ishan had ever heard those words.

As Shubman pressed himself against Ishan's entrance, he leaned in and ghosted his lips over Ishan's. "Are you sure you can handle this?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Ishan wrapped his legs around Shubman's waist, pulling him in closer. Shubman groaned as Ishan forced the head of his cock inside. That was all he needed-Shubman pushed the rest of the way in.

Ishan pressed his head back against the pillow, gritting his teeth as Shubman seated himself fully within him. It hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt. A too-full feeling that Ishan knew he would definitely feel later.

Once Shubman's pelvis was pressed up against Ishan's ass, he held still, his breath hot against Ishan's neck as he worshipped the crook with soft kisses. Ishan let out a sigh as Shubman started to pull out and slide back in, each movement slow and careful. Ishan pushed back against him, urging him to go faster. Shubman caught on quickly and was more than happy to comply.

He groaned when he thrust deep for the first time and did it again, going from just the tip to his entire length hard and fast. Ishan rocked against him, digging his nails into Shubman's back as Shubman let go of his caution and fell into a desperate rut.

When Ishan's hands scratched down the small of Shubman's back and across his buttocks, Shubman released a shuddering moan. Ishan grinned and repeated the motion, this time with more force, and Shubman's hips stuttered.

Ishan had found a sensitive spot.

He timed the movement of his hands with the roll of Shubman's hips, and Shubman's pace became more frantic. Ishan wanted to do more, tease him more, but Shubman was hitting that sweet spot with such force that Ishan's eyes rolled back, and all he could do was hold on for dear life.

Ishan had sucked, fucked, and every -ucked there was. But he had never experienced this kind of bliss before, and trying to find a name for it filled him with so much emotion that he fell over the edge.

Shubman thrust deep inside him, grinding against Ishan's prostate as he rode out his orgasm. Ishan squeezed his eyes shut, a high-pitched, desperate sound trapped in his throat as he came over Shubman's hand and onto his own stomach.

"I want to make you mine," Shubman groaned as his thrusting became faster and more desperate.

Ishan panted, barely able to think, much less speak. "I am," was all he could manage to say.

Shubman leaned forward, one hand going to Ishan's shoulder as he slammed into him. His other hand slipped behind Ishan's head in a startlingly gentle caress, and Shubman pressed his face against Ishan's, his hot breath panting over Ishan's neck.

"I love you," Shubman whispered, his lips coming in contact with Ishan's as he said those words, followed by the sound of his hips slapping against Ishan's ass.

He alternated between soft kisses and desperate grunts, then wrapped his arms around Ishan's middle, holding him tight against him as he reached his climax. Then, with a final groan, Shubman collapsed on top of Ishan and laid his head against Ishan's chest, panting heavily.

"Fuck me... That was intense," Shubman murmured.

"You're telling me," Ishan laughed breathlessly.

As they lay there, Ishan started to come down from the high and regain some of his senses. I love you were words he had heard before, always right at the point of climax.

He knew they meant nothing outside the throes of passion.

But it was nice to pretend, though.

Ishan ran his hands through Shubman's hair, scratching at his scalp and massaging the back of his neck as they both drifted off to sleep.

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