"Ishan..." His voice trembled with emotions.

Letting their foreheads touch, Ishan said, "That's better."

Ishan's fingers traced the line of Shubman's jaw, his touch both tender and commanding. "I wish to have you in bed, Abhishek," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and authority.

Shubman was taken aback by the offer. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a surge of conflicting emotions. He wanted to say yes, but nerves and fear held him back. "I...I can't...I am not ready, Ishan," he replied, his voice trembling slightly.

Ishan's expression hardened, and his grip on Shubman's jaw tightening. "I don't like the sound of that, Abhishek. You do realize you're disobeying the Prince?" His tone was stern, almost a challenge.

Shubman swallowed hard, his mind racing. "I apologize, Prince. I don't want to do this right now," he said, struggling to keep his voice steady.

Ishan studied him for a moment, his eyes searching Shubman's face. Then, he sighed and released his hold. "I see... You still believe this is a disease, right?" he said, his voice softening. "Okay then, I will give you all the time you need."

Shubman felt a wave of relief wash over him, mixed with a pang of guilt. He nodded slowly, grateful for Ishan's understanding but still conflicted. "Thank you, Ishan," he said quietly.

Ishan grazed his thumb over Shubman's lower lip, his gaze never leaving Shubman's face. It was like he couldn't take his hands off him, even if he wanted to. Ishan said, "Just know, Abhishek, that my offer stands. Whenever you're ready, I'll be here," he said, his voice carrying a hint of hope.

Shubman nodded again, feeling a sense of gratitude. He wished he could be as open and brave as Ishan, but the fear of discovery and rejection loomed large. And how he wished he would just take Ishan's thumb, which still lingered on his lips, in his mouth and suck it all.  "I appreciate that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ishan smiled gently and reached out to take Shubman's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His expressions soon turned cunning when he said, "But do remember, darling. I believe I can be really wild in bed." Shubman blushed, imagining what Ishan was talking about.

The tension slowly ebbed away, as they sat together for a while. The night turned even darker when Shubman realized it was time to leave.

Before leaving, Shubman hesitated, then asked softly, "Umm... Can we kiss again, though?"

Ishan smiled, his eyes lighting up with warmth and desire. "How will I ever say no when you ask for a kiss?" he replied, pulling Shubman in close. Their lips swiftly met once more, and the kiss quickly grew passionate. Ishan's hands moved to Shubman's back, drawing him even nearer. Slowly, his hands traveled downward until they reached Shubman's arse, squeezing firmly.

Shubman let out a muffled, "Mmmm," as he nuzzled into Ishan's neck, biting his sensitive spot, making Ishan gasp. The sensation of Ishan's touch sent shivers down his spine, and they began to grind against each other, their movements becoming more intense and almost involuntary. The friction between them created a need that neither could resist.

Shubman licked Ishan's ears, his jaw, and his throat, tasting the saltiness of his skin. Each touch, each kiss, ignited and fueled the fire between them. Ishan's hands roamed over Shubman's body, from his ass to his lower abdomen, pressing and exploring.

Ishan's cold hands then moved further down to feel the semi-erect cock from above his clothes. When he pressed against it, Shubman let out a loud moan, "Ah, God! Yes!"

Ishan's breath was hot against Shubman's ear as he encouraged him, "That's it, Abhishek. Moan for me, please."

Shubman's body responded eagerly to Ishan's touch, his hips moving in time with the rhythm they had created. "Ishan," he gasped, his voice filled with need. "I need more... please."

Ishan's eyes darkened with desire as he looked into Shubman's. "You have no idea how much I want to give you more," he whispered, his voice husky. "But we should be careful. We can't risk being caught."

Shubman nodded, understanding the danger but still feeling the overwhelming need for Ishan. "I know," he whispered back, "but right now, I just want you."

Ishan smiled, his hand moving back up to cup Shubman's face. "And you have me," he said softly before capturing Shubman's lips in another deep, passionate kiss.

Their bodies pressed closer together, and the world around them seemed to disappear. Ishan almost took in both of Shubman's lips in his mouth, eating them out like his life depended on it. Shubman felt breathless and so submissive. In that moment, he had forgotten he was the prince of one of the most powerful kingdoms.... as if it had never mattered. His hands groped Ishan's thighs pulling him closer. It was like everytime they were kissing, Ishan had a major task of controlling his emotions, and not crossing a line, something that he knew Shubman would regret later.

As they finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, Shubman felt a sense of longing and fulfillment he had never experienced before.

"Ishan," he said quietly, "thank you for this. For understanding."

Ishan stroked Shubman's cheek gently. "There's nothing to thank me for, Abhishek. This is as much for me as it is for you."

Shubman smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "I look forward to more moments like this," he said.

Ishan said, "Let's not leave the garden together. I know my own guards would never suspect me, but I cannot risk anything. You leave from where you entered, and I'll go towards the opposite side, that path leads directly to my room." Shubman agreed.

As they reluctantly separated, the tension between them lingered, a silent promise of what was to come. Shubman left Ishan's presence with his heart pounding, already yearning for the next time they could be together.

***

Shubman, lost in his thoughts, was on the way back to the guest room when he found Abhishek in his path.

"You haven't gone to sleep yet?" Abhishek asked, confused.

"I could ask you the same."

"Well, I need to get some fresh air, so...off to the balcony."

"Wow...Me too," Shubman lied, "But I am heading back now."

"You're sure there isn't something else? Did you find something interesting?" Abhishek whispered.

"Not yet, but I hope to."

Soon, they left each other and Shubman was back in his room. Everytime he closed his eyes, his thoughts were clouded by the memory of the recent encounter with the prince. He couldn't believe how close they had gotten since the day he had first seen Ishan, he couldn't believe that he just had his first kiss ever.

The knowledge that Ishan was under the same roof as him, and he still couldn't go and kiss him and then and there was bothering him now. He thought, "I probably would've gone to his room, but there must be so many guards around, there's no way I can roam around freely here."

On the other hand, Ishan too couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. He imagined what it would've been like if Shubman had said yes to him. Perhaps he would've pulled him into his room swiftly, without letting the guards know, pushed him on the bed and let him tear apart all those expensive clothes that were covering him. He couldn't think about anything less than devouring that irresistible, ravishing man.

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Hey, apologies, I guess I couldn't put in much content in this one...

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