117. #2
Shaurya's smile grew softer.
"My husband," Aarav said quietly.
Shaurya's gaze lingered on Aarav's mouth, the heat between them thick enough to touch. He didn't have to wait long. Aarav stepped in, closing the distance in a single stride. He gripped Shaurya's shoulder, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, and crashed their lips together.
Shaurya groaned into the kiss, his one hand sliding up to cup Aarav's jaw while the other drifted lower, squeezing Aarav's butt firmly. He pulled back just a fraction, before sucking slowly on Aarav's lower lip.
"Carry me," Aarav whispered, his voice a raspy command.
Shaurya hooked his arms under Aarav's thighs and hoisted him up. Aarav immediately locked his legs around Shaurya's waist, pulling him back into a searing kiss that tasted of hunger and something very erotic.
When Shaurya finally set him down, he didn't let go, keeping his hands anchored on Aarav's hips. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive hum. "Don't forget, we're doing this twice today."
Aarav arched an eyebrow, a playful, defiant smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Go as hard as you can," Aarav challenged, leaning closer until their foreheads touched.
Shaurya suddenly shifted his grip, his fingers dancing across Aarav's stomach in a quick, fluttering motion.
"Stop! Shaurya!" Aarav shrieked, twisting away from the tickling. "Stop it!"
Giggling, Aarav lunged forward and climbed back into Shaurya's space, settling himself firmly over Shaurya's lap. He breathed heavily, his chest heaving against Shaurya's. The playfulness lingered, but the intensity returned as they stared at one another.
Shaurya reached down, sliding his hand into Aarav's, and gently lifted his hand. He looked at the ring gleaming on Aarav's finger before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the metal and the skin beneath it.
Aarav didn't speak. He simply watched Shaurya, his eyes soft and shimmering with an intensity that said more than any words could. He leaned down, nipping at Shaurya's earlobe.
"We need a drink before you eat me," Aarav said.
He slid across the sheets toward the bedside table. A bottle of deep red wine and a single crystal glass waited there. He uncorked it with a sharp pop, filled the glass, and returned to Shaurya's lap.
Shaurya took a sip, his gaze heavy.
Aarav let the silk robe slide off his shoulders. The fabric pooled around his waist, revealing a lean, toned torso and a silk thong that blended well with his tan skin.
"Do you like the color?" Aarav whispered.
Shaurya didn't answer. His eyes went dark void of hunger.
Aarav's fingers found Shaurya's belt. He yanked the leather through the loops and slid the zipper down.
"I just can't wait anymore," Aarav breathed.
"You don't have to," Shaurya replied, his voice a low, guttural growl."
Aarav took a sip of the wine, the liquid staining his lips red, then pressed the glass back into Shaurya's hand. He reached into the cotton of Shaurya's boxers and gripped the thick, pulsing length of him.
"God, you're already so hard," Aarav murmured.
Shaurya shoved his pants lower, freeing himself entirely. The cock sprang forward, nervy and thick, throbbing with a life of its own.
"You're shaking," Shaurya noted.
"I'm just excited," Aarav replied.
He leaned in, pressing a brief, tasting kiss to Shaurya's jaw. He kept his hand moving, creating a tight, rhythmic friction that made the skin slide and stretch. Shaurya's breath hitched. He buried his hand in Aarav's hair, pulling slightly to tilt his head back.
"Don't you dare let it out yet," Aarav whispered against his skin. "I want every drop inside my mouth."
Aarav stared at the member. It looked larger than last time-a fleshy, vein-ridged pillar that seemed impossible to fit in a pair of boxers. He swallowed hard, a flicker of nervousness hitting him as he wondered if he could take the full length without choking.
The head of the cock slid past his lips with a wet, shlicking sound. Shaurya leaned back into the pillows, the wine glass tilting precariously in his grip. Aarav sucked hard, swirling his tongue around the mass.
Shaurya took a final, deep gulp of wine and tossed the glass onto the carpet.
Shaurya made a very badly moan.
The sound sent a jolt through Aarav. His own cock twitched violently against the silk of his thong, but he didn't stop.
He pushed deeper, the thickness stretching his throat and cheeks, the squelching sound of saliva and friction filling the quiet room.
He focused on the way Shaurya's hips bucked, the raw power of the man beneath him driving him to suck harder.
Thick, salty heat flooded Aarav's mouth. He swallowed greedily, the white liquid nearly choking him as he fought to take every drop of Shaurya's cum. With a wet, popping sound, he slid off the heavy cock, gasping for air and rubbing his lips to clear the remaining slime.
Shaurya gripped Aarav's chin, pulling him into a bruising kiss. He tasted himself on Aarav's tongue, the musk of their shared release lingering between them.
Aarav felt dazed, his eyes glassy and unfocused. His jaw throbbed from the depth of the stretch, a dull ache reminding him of just how much of Shaurya he had taken.
Shaurya didn't offer him a moment of peace.
He clamped his mouth over Aarav's lower lip, sucking hard until the flesh swelled.
He shifted, licking a slow, wet trail across Aarav's cheek, his tongue swirling against the skin.
Aarav groaned, his fingers digging into the hard, sweat-slicked muscles of Shaurya's back.
With a sudden, forceful movement, Shaurya pinned him against the mattress.
Aarav's breath hitched as he hooked an arm around Shaurya's neck, pulling him closer.
Shaurya bit at the line of his jaw before descending to his chest.
He clamped his mouth over one nipple, sucking the peak into his mouth with a wet squelch, while his thumb pinched the other nipple sharply.
Aarav arched his back, a loud, guttural moan escaping him.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Shaurya whispered, his voice a low growl.
Aarav looked down at his own torso, his chest heaving.
"Don't lie. I'm getting fat now," Aarav murmured.
Shaurya paused, giving him a quick, soft peck on the lips before sliding further down the bed. He stopped to stare at the expanse of Aarav's thighs.
The last few years of obsessive gym sessions had rewritten Aarav's silhouette. His biceps were boulders, and his thighs had become thick, powerful pillars. Faint, silver stretch marks traced the skin where the muscle had expanded too quickly, shimmering under the dim light.