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"The massage was so good, Shaurya," Aarav sighed contentedly. "That woman's hands were magical."
Shaurya turned toward him, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "My hands are far more magical than hers," he said softly. "Want to try?"
Aarav snorted, rolling his eyes even as a smile tugged at his mouth.
It was the night of the second day.
"Shaurya," Aarav said suddenly, his tone different now—quieter, almost nervous. "I have a surprise for you."
Shaurya, who had been lying back casually, straightened at once. "A surprise?" he asked, interest piqued.
"Wait," Aarav murmured.
He reached into his bag and pulled out a small box, neatly wrapped with a ribbon. Hesitant, a little shy, he climbed onto the bed and held it out to Shaurya.
"Open it."
Shaurya studied Aarav's face for a moment, amused. "I'm sure it's something crazy," he said with a grin.
He tore the ribbon open and lifted the lid.
Inside lay soft fabric—dark, sleek, unmistakable.
Shaurya picked one piece up slowly.
Realisation dawned.
His gaze flicked back to Aarav, sharp and unreadable at first... then dangerously warm.
Aarav swallowed, cheeks flushed.
Inside the box were two thongs—both unmistakably daring. One was a thin strip of silk, smooth and understated. The other was black lace, delicate and bold all at once.
"I can't decide which one to wear," Aarav said, glancing up at Shaurya through his lashes.
Shaurya didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pulled Aarav closer, guiding him effortlessly onto his lap.
"For starters," Shaurya murmured, looking back at the box, "I genuinely don't have words for this."
Aarav smiled, nervous but pleased.
"Second," Shaurya continued, brushing his thumb lightly along Aarav's waist, "the lace one is absolutely not my favourite."
"And third..." His voice dropped, decisive and warm. "Let's not waste any more time."
With unhurried confidence, Shaurya helped Aarav out of his clothes, his touch deliberate, reverent. He picked up the silk thong, fingers lingering on the fabric before carefully slipping it into place, tying the strings with quiet precision.
Shaurya leaned back slightly, taking Aarav in fully.
"I think I might actually lose my mind," he said softly. "You're beautiful."
Aarav's hands rested against Shaurya's chest, grounding himself. "Shaurya..."
"Hm?"
Aarav met his eyes, breath uneven but steady. "Take of your pants too".
"Well, sure," Shaurya said softly.
He slipped out of his clothes, tossing them aside. Then he guided Aarav down, slow and deliberate, his hands steady and possessive as he drew him closer.
Shaurya's touch lingered at Aarav's hips, firm and unrestrained, making Aarav gasp despite himself. His lips followed, leaving a trail of heat that made Aarav arch instinctively. Shaurya bite on Aarav's butt cheeks.
"You make me fall for you every single day, baby," Shaurya murmured, his voice low and unguarded. He pushed the string between the gap of the ass and started licking Aarav's hole.
Aarav clenched his fingers into the sheets, breath uneven, as Shaurya's attention became all-consuming—unhurried, devoted, devastating.
"Ahh... Shaurya," Aarav gasped, his fingers curling into the bedsheet.
After a few lingering moments, Shaurya finally pulled back, giving Aarav space to breathe. He moved up slowly, pressing a trail of kisses along Aarav's spine, then to the curve of his neck, unhurried and intimate.
"I love you," Shaurya murmured, his voice low as he pressed himself against Aarav. Aarav shivered—he had always loved the way Shaurya made him feel wanted without trying.
Aarav turned onto his back. Shaurya followed, his beard brushing against Aarav's chest as he leaned down, lingering there before his lips found Aarav's nipples. He teased, slow and deliberate, sucking on it hard, before biting gently.
Aarav hissed, the sharp edge of sensation pulling a breath from his lungs.
"S-Shaurya... kiss me."
Shaurya stopped instantly. He leaned back against the pillow, watching Aarav with a softness that replaced the earlier intensity. Aarav shifted, settling onto him, sitting on Shaurya's dick.
Their eyes met—quiet, charged—before anything else could happen. He held onto Shaurya's member and looked at it.
"I'm sure it's grown a lot bigger in these past six years. What have you been doing, huh?" Aarav teased.
Shaurya chuckled, his hands gripping Aarav's ass firmly. Aarav looped his arms around Shaurya's shoulders and kissed him, slow at first, then deeper. Their tongues clashed, messy and hungry. Aarav started grinding himself against Shaurya's abs.
Shaurya was already far too turned on to pretend otherwise.
When they were both out of breath, Shaurya brushed his beard slowly along Aarav's neck.
Aarav reached for him again, his hand wrapping around Shaurya's thing and stroked it hard.
Shaurya smirked, tilting his head back as his eyes slipped shut, letting out a quiet breath as he gave in to the sensation.
Shaurya finally gave in to the pleasure, and Aarav lingered close, not pulling away for a moment.
Then Aarav loosened the thong and pressed himself against Shaurya, their bodies moving together in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
He kissed along Shaurya's neck, unhurried and possessive.
Shaurya tightened his hold, drawing Aarav closer and resting his head against his shoulder, breathing evening out.
"What happened, Daddy?" Aarav asked softly.
"I want you," Shaurya admitted, his voice low.
"Wait a little longer," Aarav murmured with a teasing smile. "I'll make it worth it."
Shaurya smiled back and pressed a gentle kiss to Aarav's shoulder.
"You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen, Aarav. When you're with me, I don't feel my age at all."
"You're not old," Aarav said softly. "You're just getting sexier... and stronger." He rose from Shaurya's lap, and Shaurya let out a small, disappointed sound.
Aarav chuckled. "Carry me to the washroom, please."
Shaurya scooped him up in his arms and carried him to the attached bathroom. The moment he stepped inside, he smiled—the space glowed with candlelight, and the bathtub had already been prepared, scented with essential oils and bath bombs.
"You planned all this, didn't you?" Shaurya murmured.
They slipped into the warm water together, Aarav settling comfortably against Shaurya's chest.
"This feels so good," Aarav sighed.
Shaurya pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head.
"Want some wine?" Aarav asked, reaching for a bottle placed nearby. "I bought it yesterday. I think it's your favorite."
"I'm allowed to drink now?" Shaurya asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, sometimes. But I'm still against smoking, so don't even think about it," Aarav replied with a smirk. Shaurya chuckled. Aarav poured wine into two glasses, handed one to Shaurya, and took the other for himself. Shaurya sipped slowly, savoring the richness.
"Bubba, Yug told me he's planning to hang out with some girl at the club tomorrow if he finds one," Aarav said casually.
"We could cancel that. You know how he goes wild at nightclubs," Shaurya teased.
Aarav rolled his eyes. "I just know how to have fun properly, alright?"
"So, what are your plans for tomorrow?" Shaurya asked, leaning back.
"I didn't really plan anything. Just want to spend time with you... like this," Aarav said softly.
"Hmm."
"The hiking today was fun, right? I told you we'd reach first before anyone else. You should always trust your instincts," Aarav said with a grin.
Shaurya raised a hand, smiling. "We did reach last, that's why we didn't see anyone at the finishing line."
Aarav laughed, spilling a bit of wine onto Shaurya's chest. Without hesitation, he licked it off, grinning.
"Much better this way," Aarav said, eyes sparkling mischievously.