Chapter 33 - A night of love..

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This chapter has the long due 'night of love', so, half of the content is 18+, though the smut is mild actually... I am not going much into the details. The smut will begin and end with ............. line

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" Abhi........... how did you get them all to leave?" Siddharth sounded surprised. After coming home at dusk, Siddharth had gone straight to have a bath. By the time he returned,the apartment was empty, and Abhishek was reclining on the couch in a pair of shorts and a sleeveless vest. He was busy reading something, oblivious to an ogling Siddharth. 

Abhishek did not reply,which meant that he hadn't heard him. Siddharth took a moment to admire the man who now belonged to him. He had a headstrong personality, and was truly a gem of a person. Besides, his 'Abhi' also possessed a rippling physique, that was almost drool-worthy. The apartment must really be empty,for Abhishek to be wearing clothes this provocative. Abhishek was far too decent to roam around like that in the company of others, much less around women. The only exception was when he swam..

" Oh Sid, you are here?" Abhishek noticed him and sat upright. Siddharth spoke not a word, signalled Abhishek to wait, and bolted back into their room. Once inside, he opened their shared closet, and rummaged among his clothes, searching for something. When he finally found it, a little ornate cloth pouch, a smile bloomed on his face. He took it, and went back to Abhishek. Abhishek was curious. Siddharth opened the pouch and took out a chain, most probably a gold one at that. 

" Abhi... I bought this for you with my last championship prize money, and a little of my savings. I... err, it has been with me for quite a while. I would like it if you could wear it...." He looked a bit shy, when he handed the chain to Abhishek. Abhishek took it with beaming eyes, and inspected it. As he had expected, it was a customised one. Though the chain looked simple and ordinary, the words 'Abhi' and 'Sid' were etched on it. One would have to look at it closely to notice that, though.

" Sid.... I will wear it, always, as a symbol of us. Will you... would you like to put it on for me?" Abhishek asked. Siddharth complied. The chain was a simple one, but when Abhishek was the one wearing it...... Well, Siddharth couldn't stop smiling. He edged closer and asked  " Abhi, you sent everyone out? How?"

Abhishek grinned " Well, on coming back, I apologised and made up with everyone. And, I managed to send all of them for a movie. As for us, an excuse was given that you are tired, and we want to rest. We have this apartment to ourselves for not less than three hours at the least."

" Siddhi helped you, right?" Siddharth asked in a teasing voice. He knew her very well. The expression on Abhishek's face told him that he was right. " I knew that. It can only be Siddhi, who came up with this idea. When she gets a boyfriend for herself, I need to return the favour.... Only if the guy is perfect, though.... Nah, relax Abhi, she's not going to tease you about this.... And she knows me very well, she will know that we won't be 'resting' for three hours."

Siddharth had a smug grin on his face, while Abhishek blushed a bit. He leaned on Abhishek's shoulder rather seductively and whined " Abhi,  what are we going to do? Three hours is a verryy long time...."

Abhishek pulled Sid onto his lap, wrapped his arms around him and whispered in his ears. "Hmm.... It's long indeed, how about I take the time to show you how much I desire you...."

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 ( Warning for graphic descriptions of sex and mature language ( I don't know if I can say that,)

Siddharth giggled when he felt Abhishek's hot breath on his neck. Before Abhishek could proceed, Siddharth asked " Abhi, if I am to be at the receiving end, I.... umm.... need to prepare before.... two men cannot have penetrative sex on a whim. Also, do you have any fantasies about how this first time should be, for you....?"

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