117. #3
Shaurya leaned down, pressing slow, lingering kisses to the silver lines on his thigh. He slid his large hands under Aarav's heavy butt cheeks, squeezing the firm flesh.
"I don't mind if you get fat. You look adorable," Shaurya said.
Aarav let out a small, breathless laugh, his head falling back against the pillow.
"You won't be able to carry me then."
Shaurya smirked, his eyes darkening with a renewed hunger as he shifted his weight.
"Then I'll just get stronger."
Shaurya slid down the length of the bed, his eyes locked on the expanse of Aarav's skin. He settled his head between Aarav's thighs, the view opening up before him. He pressed his lips to the tender inner thigh, sucking a dark mark into the flesh.
The scratches of Shaurya's beard gave shivers down Aarav's spine.
Shaurya knew very well how Aarav enjoyed that. He intentionally rubbed the coarse stubble of his jaw against Aarav's crotch. He buried his face entirely between the thighs, inhaling the scent of Aarav.
Aarav shut his eyes, his head lolling back.
Shaurya's tongue flicked out, circling Aarav's balls with a wet, teasing rhythm before he drew them into his mouth. He sucked deeply, feeling the weight of them. He moved upward, kissing the flat of Aarav's stomach while his hands migrated south, squeezing Aarav's butt.
"Shaurya, please," Aarav whimpered.
Shaurya shifted. He reached down and gripped Aarav's ankle, where a silk ribbon remained tied. He pressed a lingering kiss to the skin just above the knot. With a fluid motion, he hoisted both of Aarav's legs onto his shoulders, exposing the puckered ring of his hole.
"Look at you," Shaurya whispered. "So open for me."
Shaurya leaned in. He coated his tongue in thick saliva, painting the hole with spit. The wet, slapping sound of his tongue against the skin made Aarav shiver.
"Ah-" Aarav let out a jagged breath.
Aarav reached down, his fingers curling around Shaurya's throbbing cock with one hand and his own with the other. He began to rub them both in a fast, synchronized motion.
He aligned his head and pushed. The cock slid inside with a wet, shlicking sound. Aarav wasn't tight; his body seemed to hunger for the intrusion, welcoming the thickness. Shaurya watched Aarav's knuckles turn white as he gripped the bedsheets, his face twisted in a mask of pleasure.
"You feel so good," Shaurya panted, beginning to jerk inside him with slow, deliberate thrusts. "So wet."
"Faster," Aarav pleaded, his breath hitching in rhythm with the movement.
The friction built, a steady accumulation of heat and pressure.
Aarav needed to feel Shaurya closer. He pushed against Shaurya's chest, sliding upward until he was straddling him.
He shifted his weight, his own cock leaking against his belly.
He reached down, guided Shaurya's penis back to the entrance, and lowered himself slowly onto it.
Aarav moaned, his voice a guttural rasp.
The bedroom air hung thick with the scent of musk and salt.
Aarav gripped Shaurya's shoulders, his fingernails digging into the skin as he dragged himself upward.
He descended slowly, the wet, sliding friction of Shaurya's cock filling him completely.
A wet, squelching sound echoed with every movement.
Aarav felt his hole could rip apart any moment but he didn't stop.
Aarav increased the pace. The slow grind shifted into a frantic rhythm.
His buttocks slapped against Shaurya's hips with a rhythmic, fleshy thud.
The sound of skin hitting skin mingled with the wet slaps of their joined bodies.
Shaurya reached up, gripping Aarav's waist to drive himself deeper, burying his length until their pelvic bones collided.
"Faster, Shaurya! Please, harder!" Aarav screamed, throwing his head back.
Shaurya leaned up, capturing Aarav's neck in a searing kiss.
They exchanged saliva in a messy, desperate hunger, their tongues tangling while their lower bodies continued the violent, rhythmic jerk.
The friction built into a white-hot tension, the walls of Aarav's heat clamping down hard on the throbbing shaft.
"Do it. Fill me up, please!" Aarav sobbed, his body trembling.
Shaurya let out a roar, thrusting one final time with everything he had. He felt the sudden, pulsing explosion of his seed spraying deep inside Aarav's depths. The warmth flooded the internal cavity, a thick, hot release that left Aarav shaking.
"Babyy," Shaurya whispered, his voice a ragged breath as he continued to pulse inside.
Aarav let out a long, shuddering sigh, a smile of pure bliss spreading across his face. He collapsed forward, his chest heaving against Shaurya's. He began to pepper Shaurya's forehead with soft, lingering kisses.
Shaurya tightened his hold, pulling his husband "I love you."
"I love you more, husband," Aarav whispered, squeezing him tight.
Shaurya shifted, slowly sliding his slick, spent penis out of the tight heat. A mixture of lubricant and white cream leaked from Aarav's opening, glistening on their thighs.
They both looked at each other again.
"You're the most beautiful thing that happened to me" Shaurya said.
"Stop talking sweet. Two rounds you said".