🔞Someone to Love [Ishman One Shots]✓

🔞Sex Toy Story [Fisting, Subspace]

Shubman walked into his favorite sex shop, and his day instantaneously brightened when he saw the new face who was manning the register.

"What can I help you with today, Sir?" A pair of thick eyebrows and doe eyes-a short man, perfectly built for Shubman's grasp, a man in his twenties who probably was sporty -smiled at Shubman from behind the counter.

Shubman smiled back and, admiring the way the man's wide shoulders stretched his starch-white shirt, and the barely there imperfections his suddenly pebbled nipples created in the fabric. "Are you new here?"

"Yes Sir, my name is Ishan Kishan. This is my first day of work here, I hope I'm able to help you."

"Why of course, Ishan, actually it's spring, the time of renewal. I'm feeling the need to refresh my collection...of toys. I'm Shubman Gill, I'm a frequent buyer at this place."

"Oh." Ishan's brown doe eyes gleamed, then darkened as he checked the computer for his name. "Of course, Sir." He looked down and moved a small pink buttplug from one place on the counter to another, still smiling.
"Would you want the help of one of the boys in the store? Mayank, Tilak, and Abhisekh are currently in. Although Abhisekh is kind of....busy."

"Ah." Shubman followed the absent-minded movements of Ishan's sweet, lightly rough fingers.

Ishan had beautiful fingers, among other assets that Shubman couldn't move his eyes from.

"I was hoping you could assist me in this endeavor. Personally."

Very personally, Shubman smirked internally.

Ishan's eyes kind of lit up, then he pretended to act normal while smiling away, a little fake if Shubman could read human behavior well.

"Sir, the computer data says Abhisekh is your....regular. This is my first day, would I be able to satisfy y-"

"Do you not want to, Ishan?

"Yes." Ishan swallowed. "Yes, of course." He walked out from behind the counter and opened for Shubman the door leading inside the shop proper.

The big sign above it-"RED equals STOP. Customers who don't abide will be handed to the authorities' '-had a new rather glaring paint job that drove Shubman's eyes to it. Being as eye-catching as possible was probably the point, though. After all, the world was full of assholes. It was a nice reminder that the shop's management took the safety of Ishan and the other employees seriously.

Shubman went in. He inhaled deeply just as he was passing by Ishan, and his cock stirred at the mix of peppery cologne, the scent of clean sweat, and a hint of some fruity smell. He smiled up at the man-who was almost a head shorter than him-and asked, "Busy day today?"

"Not especially, no." Ishan led them to the restraint section-that's where Shubman usually started. "Abhisekh is busy-but then, he almost always is. I've had only three unserious customers since this morning, who only wanted to see the collection and left without buying anything."

Three "unserious" customers meant Ishan's body hadn't yet been put through its paces. Shubman stole a glance at the muscles sculpting Ishan's pants and imagined the dark gold of the skin hidden underneath. This time, would it still be unmarked? Shubman hid a smile.
How could someone working in such a place still blush like that was a true mystery.

He walked closer to the shelf displaying all manner of wrist cuffs, then pretended to study them. "And have you been penetrated, ever?"

"um, no , sir."

Shubman picked up an intricate black piece, wondering if that answer made him more hot or bothered.

"So you are a virgin, working at a place like this? Why, Ishan?"