Shubman slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment. It was 11 PM, and he had just returned from a long day of negotiating a brand deal. The exhaustion was etched in his face, his usual bright eyes now dull with frustration. As he kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket, Ishan, who had been waiting for him, sensed the tension immediately.

"Hey, how was your day?" Ishan asked softly, hoping to bring some comfort to his boyfriend.

Shubman's response was sharp, uncharacteristically so. "Ughh, it was awful! I don't know what's wrong with these stupid companies!" he snapped, his voice laced with irritation. Without waiting for a response, he stormed off to the bathroom, leaving Ishan standing there, concerned and confused.

They had secretly been in a relationship for 3 years, but it wasn't usual for Shubman to act like this. It meant that he did actually, really had quite a bad day. Ishan hesitated for a moment before following him, hearing the sound of running water as he approached the bathroom door.

Inside, Shubman had already stripped down and was standing under the shower, letting the water cascade over his tired body. His head hung low, and the steam filled the room, creating a hazy cocoon of warmth. Ishan could feel the tension radiating off of him, even from across the room.

Quietly, Ishan shed his clothes and stepped into the shower behind him. The water hit his skin, hot and soothing, but all he could focus on was the man in front of him. He moved closer, his chest pressing gently against Shubman's back, and wrapped his arms around his waist. The contact was immediate, electric. Shubman's muscles tensed at first, but as Ishan's hands began to trace soothing circles on his abdomen, he felt some of the tension start to melt away.

Ishan leaned in, his lips brushing against Shubman's back as he whispered, "Hey, I'm here. You don't have to carry all that on your own."

Shubman let out a shaky breath, his frustration slowly giving way to the comfort of Ishan's presence. "It's just... everything feels like it's falling apart," he confessed, his voice no longer sharp but vulnerable. "I'm so tired of fighting for every little thing."

Ishan tightened his hold, pressing a soft kiss to the wet skin of Shubman's shoulder. "I'm with you in every fight, Shub."

Shubman turned slightly, his eyes finally meeting Ishan's. The warmth of the water, the intimate closeness, and Ishan's gentle touch were breaking down the walls he had put up.

"I know," Shubman murmured, his voice low and thick with emotion. "I just... I just need you."

Ishan smiled softly, his hands sliding up Shubman's chest, feeling the strong heartbeat beneath his fingertips. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised, leaning in to capture Shubman's lips in a slow, tender kiss. Shubman separated for a second and whispered, his voice echoing just a bit, "I wouldn't let you." The world outside with all its chaos and stress, seemed to disappear as their lips met, soft and seeking, the kiss deepening with each passing second.

Ishan opened his mouth, letting Shubman bring his tongue inside his hot mouth. And that was something which always weakened his self-control.

Shubman groaned softly, the sound vibrating through Ishan's mouth, as their kiss became more urgent, more demanding. The frustrations of the day, the exhaustion, all began to fade as they lost themselves in each other, the shower turning into a sanctuary where nothing else mattered.

Ishan pulled back slightly, his lips hovering just above Shubman's. "Let me take care of you tonight," he whispered, his voice husky and filled with promise.

Shubman nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps, his eyes dark with desire. "Please," he murmured, the word barely a whisper, but it held all the weight of his surrender.

Shubman claimed his lips again, this time slapping their hips together, and letting their chests stick to each other. The heat between them was almost unbearable, the desire that had been simmering now roaring to life, consuming them both.

As they broke away from the kiss, their breaths mingling in the steamy air, Shubman's hands found their way to Ishan's waist. With a sudden burst of strength, he lifted Ishan effortlessly into his arms, his lips never leaving Ishan's. It drew a surprised gasp from Ishan, his hands instinctively gripping Shubman's shoulders for support.

"Fuck," Shubman breathed against Ishan's lips, his voice low and thick with desire. He pulled back just enough to look into Ishan's eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "I am so lucky..." His gaze roamed over Ishan's body, drinking in every inch of him, from the way his hair clung to his forehead to the way his chest heaved with each ragged breath.

Ishan's cheeks flushed under Shubman's intense gaze, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he would never get tired of this, the excitement remains the same even after 3 years. He could feel the warmth of Shubman's skin against his own, the water from the shower still dripping from their bodies as Shubman carried him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. The only thing Ishan could focus on was the man holding him so tightly.

"My prince," Shubman murmured, his voice filled with reverence as he gently laid Ishan down on the bed. The sheets were cool against his back, a stark contrast to the heat that radiated between them. Shubman hovered over him, his strong arms on either side of Ishan, his eyes dark with need as they traced the outline of Ishan's face, the curve of his lips, the soft rise and fall of his chest.

Without breaking eye contact, Shubman leaned down and pressed his lips to Ishan's collarbone, trailing slow, lingering kisses along the length of it. The sensation sent shivers down Ishan's spine, a small, involuntary moan escaping his lips. Shubman's mouth curved into a smile at the sound, his tongue darting out to lick a path up to the base of Ishan's neck, tasting the salt of his skin.

Ishan's hands moved to Shubman's hair, fingers threading through the damp strands as he arched his back slightly, pressing closer to the warmth of Shubman's body.

Shubman's lips continued their journey, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, until they reached Ishan's chest. He paused, looking up at Ishan, who was already trembling with anticipation. A mischievous glint appeared in Shubman's eyes as he slowly lowered his head, his lips brushing over one of Ishan's nipples, just enough to tease.

Ishan gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as Shubman's hand moved to the other nipple, his fingers circling it ever so slowly, teasingly. The sensation was maddening, the combination of Shubman's warm breath and the gentle pressure of his hand driving Ishan to the brink.

"Shubman..." Ishan whispered, his voice barely audible, laced with need. The word was a plea, a soft surrender to the pleasure that was building between them.

Shubman responded with a low hum of satisfaction, his lips closing around the sensitive nub, suckling gently while his hand continued its slow, torturous movements on the other. Ishan's body arched beneath him, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Shubman's mouth and hands worked in perfect harmony, each touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him.

Shubman's hand, still warm and firm from the water, began a slow descent down Ishan's body, tracing the contours of his chest and abdomen. His touch was deliberate, almost teasing, as he mapped every inch of Ishan's skin, feeling the way Ishan's muscles tensed and relaxed beneath his fingers. Ishan's breath hitched in anticipation, his body humming with the electricity of Shubman's touch.

Finally, Shubman's hand reached its destination, wrapping around Ishan's already hard cock with a firm yet tender grip. Ishan gasped, his head falling back against the pillow, his eyes fluttering shut as the first wave of pleasure coursed through him. Shubman began to move his hand, slow and rhythmic, his thumb brushing over the sensitive tip, spreading the precum there, intensifying the sensation.

The motion was agonizingly slow, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure up Ishan's spine, but leaving him aching for more. His breath came in shallow, ragged bursts, the intensity of the moment overwhelming him. He could feel every inch of Shubman's hand, every stroke, every squeeze, and it was driving him wild.

"Shubman... fuuuckk," Ishan gasped, his voice breathy and desperate, his hips bucking up involuntarily, seeking more. "Go faster... please."

Shubman's eyes darkened with desire at Ishan's plea. Without a word, he tightened his grip slightly, increasing the pace of his movements. The strokes became quicker, more deliberate, and Ishan's reaction was immediate. A deep moan escaped his lips, his body arching off the bed as Shubman's hand worked him with a rhythm that was both torturous and exhilarating.

"Yes... just like that," Ishan panted, his hands gripping the sheets as the pleasure built within him, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. Shubman's eyes never left Ishan's face, watching every expression, every gasp of pleasure, as he brought Ishan closer and closer to the edge.

The room was filled with the sounds of their shared intimacy, the slick movement of Shubman's hand, the rapid breathing, and the soft moans that spilled from Ishan's lips. The faster Shubman moved, the more intense the pleasure became, and Ishan could feel the tension in his body reaching its peak.

"Shubman... I'm so close..." Ishan's voice was barely more than a whisper, but filled with need, with desperation.

That's when Shubman left Ishan's cock immediately not letting him cum. "Oh, fuck you!" Ishan cried, he reached out himself to his cock, but Shubman harshly locked his hand above his head. He held both of Ishan's wrists in his own grip.

Lowering his head down, he whispered in Ishan's ears, "Wrong baby, I'll fuck you." With that he pressed wet, rough kisses on his ears, sucking the left one with his tongue.

The wet sounds in Ishan's ear was turning him on so much, he thought he didn't even need a hand to come apart. But Shubman had other plans.

"Turn around," Shubman demanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. It wasn't a question-it was an order, one that sent a shiver of anticipation racing down Ishan's spine.

Ishan knew exactly what was coming next, and the mere thought of it made his breath catch. He could feel the heat pooling low in his belly again, the familiar rush of excitement mixed with a deep, primal need. Without a word, he obeyed, rolling over onto his stomach, lifting his ass up, presenting himself for his Shubman.

There was something thrilling, intoxicating even, about the way Shubman took control in these moments. Ishan loved the way he made him feel-vulnerable, exposed, so whorish, yet completely safe in Shubman's hands. He loved being claimed, being taken like a toy by Shubman.

As he positioned himself, his cock brushing against Ishan's ass cheeks, a soft moan escaped his lips, the anticipation almost too much to bear. He could feel Shubman's eyes on him, could practically hear the sharp intake of breath as Shubman took in the sight of him, all dolled up like this-completely at his mercy.

Shubman's hands were gentle as they slid over Ishan's back, tracing the curve of his spine, down to his hips. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to Ishan's core. Ishan felt his heart race in his chest, a mix of desire and excitement flooding his senses as Shubman's hands moved lower, his touch firm, possessive.

"Only mine," Shubman murmured, his voice a low growl, as if reading Ishan's thoughts. His fingers dug into Ishan's hips, holding him in place as he leaned in, his breath hot against Ishan's ear. "You're mine, Ishan... only mine."

Then, without warning, Shubman's hand came down on Ishan's ass with a sharp, resounding slap. The impact sent a shockwave of sensation through Ishan, a mix of pain and pleasure that left him gasping, his body jolting in response. His eyes flew open, a soft, breathless moan escaping his lips, as the stinging sensation only heightened his arousal.

Shubman leaned forward, his chest pressing against Ishan's back, his lips brushing against Ishan's ear as he spoke, his voice low and rough with need. "Tell me," he growled, both of his hands grabbing Ishan from behind with possessive strength. "Tell me who you belong to."

The words sent a shiver down Ishan's spine, his entire body trembling with the intensity of the moment. He knew what Shubman wanted to hear, and the power in those words, in admitting the truth, made the heat inside him burn even hotter.

"Yours," Ishan gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper, but filled with every ounce of truth in his soul. "I belong to you, Shubman... only you."

"Say it again," Shubman demanded, his voice a dark, commanding whisper against Ishan's ear. He was relentless, needing to hear it again, to hear Ishan surrender completely to him.

"Only you, Shubman," Ishan repeated, his voice stronger this time, filled with a desperate need to please. "I belong to you... only you."

Shubman loved hearing this, he was rock hard by now. With a low growl of hunger, Shubman positioned himself at Ishan's entrance, his hand tightening on Ishan's hip as he lined up. He could feel Ishan trembling in anticipation beneath him, the tension in the room so thick it was almost suffocating.

Then, with one powerful thrust, Shubman entered Ishan, burying himself deep within him. A gasp tore from Ishan's throat, a mix of pleasure and pain as Shubman filled him completely, the sensation overwhelming and all-consuming. Shubman paused for a brief moment, giving Ishan's body time to adjust, but the need to move was almost unbearable.

"Fuck, Ishan..." Shubman rasped against Ishan's skin, his voice hoarse with need. "You feel so fucking good... only mine... only for me."

Ishan could only whimper in response, his mind lost to the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. "Shubi...."

"Yes, baby..." Shubman asked, without a missing a beat in his actions. "Come inside me..." He said.

"Then beg for it, darling," Shubman smirked, his hands going up to Ishan's nippled circling them again. Ishan mouth opened, after a few incoherent words, he cried, "Fuck.. Please, Shub, come inside me... I need you to...ughh--fill me up."

Shubman was now going balls up in Ishan's hole, while sucking the life out of the skin on his shoulder, leaving a hickey there.

"Scream my name, prince!" Shubman demanded harshly.

"Shubman!" Ishan called out loudly, his deep voice saying his boyfriend's name like it was the most valuable thing ever. He gripped onto the sheets as he went harder.

"Fuck. Ugh uh!" Shubman moaned. The room was filled with their moans and whimpers as he demolished Ishan's hole, whilst spanking him red.

"Shit, daddy!" Ishan cursed as he felt Shubman hitting his prostate.

"Oh yeah, you like that?" Shubman hissed in response.

"Y-yes." He stuttered, his pretty eyes rolling back.

Suddenly, Shubman heard Ishan's phone ringing. He cursed under his breath wondering who the fuck would call him at this hour, while he was fucking his man.

He reached out to the nightstand where the phone was kept, and read the caller ID.

Mayank.

"Why is he calling you right now??" Shubman asked, confused.

"I..uh..I don't know...Maybe he...." Shubman rubbed his length, "Oh fuck...maybe he is--shit! Just hang up..."

"Answer it." Shubman handed the phone to Ishan. "Talk to him while I fuck you."

"B-but we're in the middle of something." Hee said, confusion etched all over his face.

"I want him to hear how good your man takes you," Shubman said smirking.

Ishan hesitantly swiped on the screen and put the phone on speaker as Shubman asked him to.

Shubman began thrusting in and out of him once again as Ishan spoke to his friend on the phone.

"Hey Ma-mayank.."

"Hi Ishu! Actually I needed to speak with Shubman, is he around?"

"Shh..Shubman's using the b-bathroom," he said, his breath hitching, eyes closed as he tucked his hand behind and pulled Shubman's hair as if scolding him.

Shubman smirked and got another idea. He wrapped his hand around the Ishan's neck and tightened his grip. His eyes widened as he gagged slightly.

"Ishan, are you alright?" He could hear the worry in Mayank's voice through the phone.

"Y-yes." Ishan choked out. Shubman smirked and continued fucking him hard. "Liar," he whispered slowly in Ishan's ear. He was trying so hard not to moan.

Shubman hit his sweet spot again and he let it out. A loud moan.

"Ughh God.... Fuck, Shub!"

Shubman slammed in and he moaned again.

"Umm..." And that was the last thing Mayank said, then phone hung up. Shubman bit Ishan's ear, letting out a chuckle.

"Maybe now he wouldn't call at this hour while I am in the middle of fucking you good."

Soon, Shubman filled him up with his warm juices and letting Ishan cum all over his hands. The room was filled with loud moans, which slowly subsided into long, deep breaths.

Shubman stayed like that for a few minutes, his cock inside Ishan, the warm liquid oozing out of his hole slowly.

Oh what a sight that was.

Ishan himself was gutted, Shubman helped him turn around, gently placing him on the soft bed. He cleaned him up with a tissue as Ishan was too tired to do all of that by himself at the moment. He then gave him a soft, long kiss on his as if conveying his undying love.

"I love you, Ishan."

"And I love you, Shubman."

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A/n: You can send requests if you have a plot in mind, or anything else.

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