Let's Play Boy

The first time it happens, strong muscular thighs are wrapped around the small of Shubhman's back as his cock unerringly hits that sweet spot which sparks waves of pleasure and drives Ishan wild.

They are both screamers, biters, and scratchers.

Always vocal and tactile about showing their partner how good the other makes them feel. A hickey on the chest just below the U of the collar, red half moons on the soft of the waist as long fingers dig in, teeth scraping the sensitive skin on the inside of a toned thigh.

A need to mark the other; the only liberty they have is to leave small claims of ownership. Shubhman is used to Ishan moaning his name, urging him to go faster every time, but tonight, instead, he hears a muffled "Alpha. Please. Harder," seconds before he spills hot into the wrecked clutch of Ishan's hole.

Five minutes later, when his racing heart returns to normal and he has cleaned Ishan up, Shubhman holds the love of his life in his arms and concludes that he had sex brain.

That is what it is because whatever the heck is an Alpha, and why else would Ishan be moaning a watch brand's name as he chases his orgasm?

Pfft. Or maybe, as Ishan says, he does have a magical hole, and Shubhman fucked himself stupid.

The next time it happens, they are having phone sex.

They have two weeks off, and they are both going home. Distance always sucks, especially in a month-new relationship, because they can't —-

Suck or Fuck.

Shubhman is horny, he is always horny. All he can think of while shopping with his sister is how mornings are much better if he wakes up to the taste of his boyfriend. In the evenings, when he is mumma's raja beta and helps her chop vegetables, he fantasizes about how Ishan keens when Shubhman calls him my good boy.

He is so sex-crazed, cough, Ishan crazed, that Shubhman fucks his fist every morning to the two pictures saved on his phone's locked folder. His boyfriend's rock-hard leaking length on days Shubhman's hole is aching to be filled and on others, a picture of a winking hole, white liquid trickling out.

Thankfully, he is not the only one suffering, and on day six, when Ishan demands Shubhman take out fifteen minutes for 'stress relief', he is more than happy to oblige.

"Fuck baby, are you wet for me?" Shubhman languidly flicks his wrist as his fat cockhead disappears rhythmically in his palm.

"Mhhhhh, your omega is so wet for you...I am so close, Shubhi. Can I please come?" Ishan begs and does not even wait for Shubhman's permission as he usually does before falling off the edge.

Just the cadence of hearing his man fall apart due to him and Shubhman's vision is blinded till he sees stars.

That evening, as he sips a glass of warm milk, Shubhman realizes that this is the fastest Ishan has ever come in the weeks they have been together. But this time, his heart knows that he can't take credit because Ishan was indeed fantasizing about a watch.

If he were a lesser man, he would be offended. But this is the love of his life. So, if watches turn Ishan horny, Shubhman is going to buy him a Patek Philippe, Rolex, and Seiko. And then, they will have a round of marathon sex. The perfect plan, wallet halki hogi, but for results like these, he is open to emptying his bank account.

At night, he and his sister huddle in a blanket on the couch, watching Salaar after their parents have retired to their bedroom.

A few minutes in, Shubhman concludes the two male leads are in love. He hesitatingly shares his opinion with Shahneel, who nods in agreement, "Ha bhai, ye alpha-alpha story hai."