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Harshali OS : Buttoned Up

*Recently, I saw a photo of Harshad on social media where I noticed that he had his shirt buttoned up to the point of choking and this suddenly came to my mind. 👼🏻*

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Harshad was standing in the balcony of his apartment. His hands on the railing, as he admired the calmness of the night. Mumbai city was usually one of those which never sleeps. But there were a few rare occasions, where people retired to their houses early and the roads go almost empty sans a few vehicles once in an hour. A smile came on his lips as the wind blew and caressed his skin. He was stood bare chest, just wearing a black comfy sweatpant.

Two hands crawled over his chest from behind and his eyes closed in peace as she pressed her cheek on his bare back.

"Why did you leave the bed ? You know I start feeling cold..."

A soft chuckle made its way through his lips at her whine. He held her hands in his and kissed them each before turning around to face her.

His heart skipped a beat. It always did like the first time.

She was wearing the shirt which was supposed to be on his body. The size was practically consuming her frame, collar from left side slipping off her shoulder while the sleeves almost hid her hands. His heart melted at her cuteness and he would have chuckled again if not for the trail of hickeys from her bare shoulder to the collarbone, continuing down and disappearing behind his shirt.

He looked up to meet her eyes again and found her blushing, her bottom lip held hostage by her teeth. Smirking, he freed her lip by his thumb before taking his hand to the back of her neck and pulling her closer with force. She gasped. Her hands coming to rest on his chest on reflex and the rough skin under her fingers grabbed her attention.

Angry red scratches of her nails, starting from just below his collarbone and going till the middle of his chest. Two bite marks were accompanying the scratches as well. One at his chest, right over his heart, and the other over his abs.

Her blush only deepened. She became wild whenever he let her lead and be on top. And lately, he was frequently allowing her to do as she pleased with him. So the outcome was that... She had been worried when she left marks on his body for the first time, dreading his reaction because they were doing a serial and the scenes demanded variant styling, specially him. But he was not bothered in the slightest. He just started wearing his shirts buttoned up to the neck afterwards for the next few days or resolved to turtlenecks if the weather suited. And the cycle continued.

She was pulled out of her reverie when she felt his fingers moving sensually up and down her spine. When had he slipped his hand under the shirt ? Was she that lost in his thoughts ?

"You seem highly occupied. Care to share ?" - he asked with a cocky smirk on face as he already knew what had her mind busy.

Her hands went behind him to caress his back and teased the scratches there similar to the ones at the front.

He hissed.

She smirked.

His eyes darkened. The hand caressing her back flattened, pushing her flush against him and he swallowed her smirk in a kiss.

She moaned deep into the kiss. They were absolutely insatiable when it came to intimacy. It was impossible for them to keep their hands off of each other. She herself didn't know how they managed to get through the day at the shoot without displaying PDA. Maybe it was the very same reason that they were so crazy over each other on returning home.

He took his hand out from the shirt and trailed both hands down her waist, resting at her thighs. She got the message and jumped to wrap her legs around his waist. He took her back inside the living room and they ended up against the wall.

Unknowingly, right beside their wedding portrait.

She locked her feet behind him, getting even closer and they both groaned as their pelvises came in contact. He broke the kiss impatiently and trailed wet kisses towards her neck. Following the path of already present hickeys. She threw her head back, moaning his name loudly while her fingers haphazardly roamed in his hair. His tongue stroked the bite marks only to suck them afterwards, driving her insane.

"God pleaseeee..." - she mewled, sweating already. The need to have him was so fierce, so urgent, as if they had not shagged each other's brains out to sleep.

Her hands left his hair and took refuge on his back again. A sharp nibble of his on her jawline caused her to dug her nails in his skin again, making him groan in pain and pleasure.

"Lorddd... more marks..." - she gasped, guiltily registering her own doings.

"Don't even think about it!" - he growled, pulling back to look at her. His eyes were completely dark, blown away with desire. "I know what's going in that brain of yours Pranali. But don't you dare cutting your nails short." - he warned, nibbling at her lower lip. "Like I love these marks on your body, same as I like these scratches on my body. And I know you love them even more."

Her face heated up because that was a fact. She absolutely loved claiming him like he did her. He grinned at the look on her face and pulled them away from the wall, making her gasp in surprise.

"Besides, the top buttons of my shirts have felt ignored all my life. It's time to make up to them."

Her head fell back in a wholehearted laugh which soon turned into a choked moan as he took advantage of her exposed skin and bit on her Adam's apple. The heat returned between them and he carried her to their room.

Closing the door shut with his foot.