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Aarav stepped back when Shaurya emerged, his eyes far too dark, unreadable.
"What's wrong?" Aarav asked carefully, but there was no answer.
Instead, Shaurya reached out and wrapped his hands around Aarav's arms. His touch wasn't forceful—but it wasn't soft either.
He tugged until Aarav's back pressed flush against his chest, until the solid weight of him loomed behind.
Bare skin brushed against his shirt, and lower—Aarav's ass pressed against the hardness straining at Shaurya's pants.
"Don't move," Shaurya murmured, lowering his head against Aarav's, his breath warm and uneven as it skimmed down his neck.
Aarav froze. His brain screamed at him to push away, but his body betrayed him, rigid and trembling. Then he felt it—the stiffening length against him, swelling, pressing harder with every second. Shaurya's breathing grew heavier, hotter, hungrier.
"What the—again??" Aarav almost shouted, panic and heat colliding in his chest. He tried twisting free, but Shaurya's grip on his waist tightened, anchoring him in place.
"I won't do anything," Shaurya whispered, low and hoarse. But his body was already betraying that promise. His cock throbbed insistently, harder by the second.
"No. No, no, no." Aarav shoved his arms away and stumbled a step back, his heartbeat thundering. "Shaurya, see—calm down, alright?"
But Shaurya wasn't listening. His eyes weren't even on Aarav's face.
They were locked on his bare torso, drinking him in.
Aarav swallowed hard, his throat painfully dry.
His gaze darted to the bed—there, a shirt lay crumpled.
He lunged for it, tugging it over his shoulders with fumbling fingers, buttoning fast to block Shaurya's relentless stare.
"Just... just sit down," Aarav muttered, more to himself than him, cheeks flushing as he fastened the last button. "I'll see what we can do with... this thing of yours."
Shaurya leaned back into the chair with an infuriatingly dark smirk, spreading his legs slightly, exuding lazy dominance. "You're going to help me with this? Then better take those clothes off first, baby."
"Are you insane?" Aarav snapped, heat crawling over his neck and ears.
Uss angrezi bandariya ke saath rehte rehte bigad gaye. Aarav thought.
Shaurya said nothing this time. His chest rose and fell sharply, his breath ragged as he dragged his fingers through his hair. The sound of it filled the room—thick, heavy, charged with heat.
Aarav's pulse spiked. He needed to do something—anything—to cut the tension choking the air. Backing away, he fumbled for his phone with trembling hands, thumbs flying over the screen as though desperate for a lifeline. The glow of the display lit his face as he typed:
How to make your boner go away?
"What are you doing?" Shaurya's voice broke through the silence, low but sharp.
"Searching how to get rid of this thing," Aarav muttered, rolling his eyes as his thumbs scrolled down the screen. "Do some light exercise, mmm..." he read aloud, then scrolled further. "Take a cold shower."
Before he could read another word, Shaurya suddenly pushed himself off the bed. Aarav's eyes flicked up, catching the shift in his posture, his approach.
"What?" Aarav said, confusion sparking panic. But Shaurya didn't answer. He bent down and scooped Aarav straight off the floor.
"What the hell—Shaurya! Put me down!" Aarav shouted, instinctively clutching at his collar. His hands trembled against the hard planes of Shaurya's chest.
Shaurya snatched the phone out of his grip with one hand, balancing Aarav with the other as if he weighed nothing. A quick glance at the glowing screen, and his mouth curved into that infuriating smirk before he tossed the phone onto the bed. Now both arms were free, holding Aarav firmly in place.
"Shaurya—" Aarav's voice cracked, heat curling up his throat.
"I'm just exercising," Shaurya said smoothly, his breath brushing Aarav's ear. With deliberate ease, he carried him across the room, muscles flexing under the weight. "Though... you've gotten a bit heavy." His tone dripped with faux struggle, his grin wicked.
"Excuse me?" Aarav snapped, glaring down at him, though his grip on Shaurya's collar betrayed him.
Shaurya only chuckled, the sound deep and warm against Aarav's chest. He stopped in front of the glass doors, sliding them open with a push of his shoulder. Beyond stretched the pool, its surface gleaming under the low lights.
"Just say your bones are weak," Aarav shot back quickly, refusing to let him win.
Shaurya tilted his head, his dark gaze cutting through him. "Or maybe," he said softly, stepping closer to the edge, "we both need that cold shower."
"What do you mean?" Aarav asked, brows furrowing in confusion.
Shaurya smirked, said nothing—then without warning, he tossed Aarav into the pool. Not from a dangerous height, but just enough to send him splashing hard against the cool surface.
Aarav emerged with a gasp, water dripping down his face as he spat it out, hair plastered messily across his eyes. He shoved it back with a sharp glare. "Shaurya! What the hell is wrong with you?" His annoyance was real, but his heartbeat was pounding faster, louder than it should.
Shaurya didn't answer. Instead, he tugged at his buttons, peeling his shirt off in one smooth motion, revealing his bare chest, every line of muscle catching in the low light. Then, without hesitation, he slipped into the water with a quiet ripple.
The pool suddenly felt much smaller.
Shaurya's strokes were slow, deliberate, until he reached Aarav. His hand lifted, droplets trailing from his fingers as they slid into Aarav's damp hair, brushing it back from his face. Aarav froze, his breath snagging, eyes locked on Shaurya's.
"Shaurya..." Aarav whispered, but the sound barely left his throat.
Shaurya's touch traced lower—down his temple, across the sharp edge of his jaw, until finally his thumb brushed over Aarav's lips, slow and deliberate, lingering there.
Aarav's chest rose sharply, his pulse betraying him. He couldn't look away.
"How can I calm down when you look so fucking insane?" Shaurya growled, his voice low and rough as he turned Aarav gently in the water.
The shirt Aarav had thrown on earlier—Shaurya's shirt—was soaked through now, clinging to his body, slipping off his shoulders inch by inch until pale skin glistened under the dim light.
Shaurya's breath hitched. He bent down, lips grazing the curve of Aarav's shoulder before pressing a lingering kiss there. Aarav shivered, his fingers tightening unconsciously on Shaurya's arms.
"I'm going crazy, Aarav," Shaurya murmured against his skin, his lips dragging heat over every word. "I don't want anyone else to see you like this. You're mine."
Aarav's throat tightened. His protest came out weaker than he intended. "Yug always sees me. We go to the gym together—"
His voice cracked when Shaurya's mouth closed over his shoulder again, harder this time, sucking until the skin pulsed under the pressure. Aarav hissed, knowing it would leave a mark, his breath hitching sharp.
Shaurya lifted his head, his beard scraping against Aarav's wet skin as he dragged it slowly up his neck. Aarav's knees almost buckled.
"Does he get to do this?" Shaurya whispered darkly into his ear.
Aarav's head tilted back instinctively, his eyes shut tight. He shook his head, unable to form words.
"Words, Aarav," Shaurya demanded, his voice a husky command, vibrating against his throat.
"N-no," Aarav gasped, his toes curling as the hard press of Shaurya's arousal ground against him through wet fabric—hotter, harder, more impossible to ignore now that the water had stripped away every barrier between them.
Shaurya smirked, his gaze never leaving Aarav's trembling form. Aarav felt the brush of Shaurya's beard against his neck before Shaurya suddenly dipped beneath the water, disappearing from sight.
"A-Shaurya—" Aarav's words broke off into a gasp when he felt it—Shaurya's face pressing beneath the soaked fabric clinging to his body. Warm lips moved over the ridges of his abs, trailing kisses against his skin. The sensation was so unexpected, so raw, that Aarav almost lost his breath entirely.
His fingers shook as they found Shaurya's hair, gripping tightly, torn between pulling him closer and shoving him away. But Shaurya was relentless. He kissed every inch of Aarav's waist with deliberate hunger before finally rising back above the surface.
Moonlight caught the droplets streaming from his hair, down his beard, dripping from his jaw. His eyes were darker than the water surrounding them, heavy and burning with a want that made Aarav's chest tighten.
Shaurya caught the hand that had been fisted in his hair, lifted it, and pressed his lips against Aarav's palm. Then he guided it slowly to his chest, letting it rest over the furious rhythm of his heartbeat.
Aarav's breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, his chest rising too quickly. He couldn't stop trembling.
Shaurya smiled faintly, almost tender, before closing the last inch between them and pulling Aarav into a careful embrace. Not forceful—gentle. Protective.
But Aarav stayed frozen, rigid in his arms, the silence broken only by the sound of his labored breathing. His body betrayed him, his cock twitching against Shaurya's thigh, the spark undeniable. Shaurya felt it—Aarav knew he did. Yet, he said nothing. He only held him.
When Shaurya shifted slightly to search his face, his smirk died. Aarav's eyes were wet. Red. Shining with unshed tears.
"Aarav..." Shaurya's voice cracked, the darkness in his tone finally softening.
"Let me go. Please," Aarav whispered, barely audible, but it cut through the air sharper than any blade.
Shaurya's arms loosened instantly, his grip falling away as if burned.
Aarav pushed himself through the water, each stroke heavy, until he gripped the edge of the pool and hauled himself out.
His chest rose and fell sharply, throat burning, every breath ragged.
Droplets slid down his skin, catching the pale shimmer of moonlight, but his expression was unreadable—except for the redness in his eyes.
Shaurya didn't follow. He stayed submerged a moment longer, the cool water doing nothing to calm the fire raging inside him. His gaze lingered on Aarav's retreating form, watching the way his shoulders stiffened as he walked away.
And in his mind, all he could see were those eyes.
The eyes he had waited six long years to meet again. Eyes that had once looked at him with love, with belonging, now looked at him the same way. Shaurya was not confused in anyway,but Aarav's eyes spoke many things, it was pain mixed with love.