🔞Someone to Love [Ishman One Shots]✓

🔞Love Me Like You do [Bottom Shubman]

Ishan shifted, resting his head fully on Shubman's chest. The TV was still playing, though everyone else was asleep by now and had been since about ten minutes into the third movie. Both of them weren't paying attention to it anymore, preferring to lounge quietly on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and each other. They were spending the night at Virat's house before the World Cup started.

“Do you think we should go to bed?” Shubman asked as his hand caressed Ishan's waist, drawing smooth circles. 

“And leave our comfort cocoon?”

Shubman considered that before sinking deeper into the couch and wrapping his arms tighter around his boyfriend's chest. “You're right. Forget I said anything.”

Ishan was breathing contentedly, nuzzled into Shubman. It’s not long before they shift and move so much that they’re lying down horizontally, Ishan resting his cheek on Shubman's  chest. Their legs were tangled up together, fingers intertwined.

Ishan sighed happily. “You smell good.” He pressed his lips to Shubman's  chest, belatedly realizing that he was kissing Shubman's  nipple. “Mm.” He starts mouthing at Shubman's  chest, eyes raised to meet Shubman as he lifted up his shirt.

“We shouldn't,” Shubman whispered harshly, though he can already feel himself growing harder at the thought.

Ishan smirked. “That's what makes it fun.”

Shubman considered it, looking subtly around the room. The other ICT members were asleep. If they're quiet . . .

Shubman nodded, resting back on the couch while Ishan continued. Ishan's eyes were bright when he slid up, slotting them together. He was already fully hard, and started gently rutting against Shubman. He wrapped his lips around one nipple, a hand going to the other one. Flicking the younger man's tongue and rubbing the hard nub between his fingers, it does not take long for Ishan to reduce Shubman to a shaking mess. He shot Shubman with an amused look. “Feel good, baby?”

Shubman couldn't answer. If he tried to speak, his voice would be too loud and high-pitched. He remotely realized he's never been touched there, the way Ishan was touching him, he didn't even know his nipples were so sensitive. He wondered why Ishan looked so much in bliss when he'd lick on his nipples, it felt like a volt of electricity ran through his body. 

Ishan suppressed a chuckle.

“Gonna make you feel so good, you deserve it for playing so well today, Shubi…You deserve all the love.”

A hand ran up Shubman's  chest, gently tracing the abs and the pecks. “You're perfect.” Another kiss to Shubman's  nipple, his tongue circling it. “So beautiful.” His hips push forward, rubbing their hard cocks together. “Do you want me to keep touching you baby?”

Shubman nodded frantically, letting out a harsh “Yes.” He couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on from being touched. Normally he'd touch Ishan to his fill, fuck him hard and deep but today he felt being submissive, giving himself up to his lover. The thought of being caught was thrilling, as good as Ishan's hands seeking out his sensitive spots and his lips sucking on Shubman's chest like it's what they were made for.

Ishan smiled, returning his attention to Shubman's  chest. He took his time, movements slow and careful, worshipful. “If I could,” he whispered against Shubman's  skin, “I'd make love to you right now. Treat you like the perfect thing you are, Shubi.” He captured Shubman's  mouth with his own. Chest to chest, nipples and cocks rubbing against each other so carefully, wanting to fuck properly but not wanting to break the trance-like feeling they both have.