🔞Caught at Love|| Ishman

🔞Chapter One

There's something wonderful about having Ishan on his knees, Shubman had to admit. He felt a different kind of dominance, a sheer fucking possession which sent a jolt straight to his dick.

Ishan moaned, squirming on his knees as he looked up at Shubman with wet eyes. His hands were clenching around Shubman's ankles, white knuckled and as desperate as his eyes as he breathed harshly in through his nose.

"You're doing so good, slut," Shubman told him softly, a hand coming up to brush some of Ishan's hair from his forehead, taking care to brush a thumb under the curve of Ishan's eye. Ishan leaned into the soft touch, eyes fluttering closed, as his omega submitted to the alpha in dominance.

He ended up leaning forward a little, a soft choking noise coming from his throat as Shubman's dick slipped just a little deeper into Ishan's hot, wet throat.

Ishan gave a jerk, eyes widening and he gripped Shubman's ankles a little harder. His cheeks flushed an even deeper red and Shubman had to consciously stop himself from fisting a hand in Ishan's hair and dragging him closer, choking him entirely on his shaft.

In the end, Shubman rested a heavy hand on the back of Ishan's nape, hand almost obscene in how huge it looked against Ishan's neck. Shubman thought about Ishan's throat, how Ishan had shivered and keened as Shubman had roughly pressed the broad palm of his hand to it once before and wondered just how far Ishan would let him go.

Looking down at Ishan, whose breathless and spit sticky with wet eyes staring up at Shubman with reverent-like eyes, Shubman thought this beautiful boy would do anything for him, and if he didn't, Shubman could easily make him. It's a heady thing and he bit his lips, fingers digging into Ishan's nape harshly.

Ishan gave another shudder, leaning into Shubman's leg and making a soft suckling noise in the back of his bulging throat. Shubman should have felt bad but the raging Alpha blood, the control he possessed over the omega made him forget Ishan was made of human flesh and not a silicon toy, he could use mindlessly.

"Sweet lad, my gorgeous whore, being so good for me-" Shubman would never tire of the way Ishan went peach, pink and then a delicious burning red, cheeks and ears crimson even as he squirmed closer and moaned a little at the harsh praise.

He carded his fingers through Ishan's ruffled hair, using his other thumb to stroke gently down his neck. Ishan jerked in his grip, almost desperately, before pressing forward again. He didn't let go of Shubman's ankles though, as if they're an anchoring point as he warmed Shubman's dick while they were hiding away in the washroom at the ICT Diwali Party.

Shubman could guess why Ishan had jerked, and sweeped his hand around Ishan's neck to feel the bulge of his prick in the older's throat, Ishan's adam's apple bobbing desperately as his breath came short and sharp through his nose.

Shubman gasped.

No matter how much they did this, no matter how much Ishan slipped to his knees, jerking open Shubman's trousers at his command and slipping his snug, gorgeous throat around Shubman's dick and just, kneeling there like an obedient puppy waiting for his master's command, Shubman would never get enough of how his dick made Ishan's throat bulge, hot and heavy through the thin skin of Ishan's throat.

"Fuck, you are made for this Ishan!" The curse was bitten off before it even came to fruition of swear words, Shubman biting his lip almost bloody as he involuntarily leaned forward and he could feel how his cock slipped a millimeter deeper into Ishan's tight throat.

Shubman shuddered, shoulders shaking just a little, a hand fisting in his dhoti trousers.

Ishan tried to give a sloppy slurp, mouth and throat tightening around Shubman's prick and Shubman bit his inner cheek, his other hand gripping Ishan's nape even tighter as the other sprawled across Ishan's flushed red cheek, feeling the bulge of his prick through the skin; just like his throat.