Somewhere Only We Go

Chapter 6

[Following Chapter contains mature content]

[Hello everyone. Thank you for taking the time to read Avi and Kabir's story, your love and support are the biggest reason why I can write this and feel confident enough to put it out here. I don't usually ask people for votes and comments because I always feel if I give it my best shot and people love it, they will appreciate it either way. But this time I could use some extra love on this story because this chapter was hard to write, which is also the reason why I didn't update this on Tuesday when I usually post the chapter. I had the scene playing in my mind but for some reason, I couldn't put it in words. I typed, deleted, and sat staring at my screen hating everything I wrote in this chapter. So if you do like this let me know please. But either way, thank you for reading.]

Kabir

Hugging Avinash feels like home. A home that started to feel like a privilege I'll never have again. And for the first time in the short span I have known him, I am not scared of this feeling. Instead, I want to dive right in and if drowning in it feels this way, I don't mind how deep I sink. I pull back a little now facing him, his eyes are red, maybe he was crying too, there is blood oozing out from his knuckles but before I can do something about it, Avi pulls me in and slams his mouth on mine. The moan that leaves my throat would have been embarrassing some other day but tonight it's just evidence of how badly I want him.

Avi groans. "If you want me to stop, now would be the time to say so."

"Do I look like an idiot to you?"

Avi smiles, his lips still on mine. "Not by a long shot, love."

He pushes me and I fall until my back comes in contact with the soft mattress, my body pressing into it.

Avi slowly unbuttons my pants, "Could you hurry a little?" He smirks, "Patience is a virtue, love." There it is again, that word, he has called me Love twice in the past few seconds, minutes an eternity, I don't know anymore. The fucker won't stop teasing me.

Does he want me to beg, frankly I'll if it gets me his mouth where I want it.

"Tell me what you want, love." I push myself up on my elbows, my eyes locking with his. And I see hunger in Avi's eyes which matches the fire coursing through my veins right now. A fire only he can subdue.

"I want you on your knees." The minute the words leave my mouth Avi drops on his knee, his eyes still locked with mine. With his one hand, he gets my leg free from the pants that were jumbled around my foot. He spreads my leg and press kisses on my inner thigh, going all the way up closer but still not where I want him. My head falls back and I close my eyes both with the shiver that shoots up my body and frustration over how he is playing with me.

"Not fair." I almost whimper. "I did....I did what you said."

"Uhmm..you said, you want me on my knees, love, I am on my knees." Bastard. "Say the words, Kabir, tell me what you want." Even though he is on his knees for me, trying to please me, pleasure me, his voice has that commanding tone that sends a thrill in me. And that is the reason I muster the confidence to lock my eyes with him again to say, "Suck me off, Avi."

He climbs a little his mouth hovering near my navel and he smirks. That's how I know he is still teasing me. He starts sucking my navel. "Say please, love otherwise, I'll keep finding loopholes in your words." He purrs.

"I-this isn't fair."

His tongue traces each inch of my abdomen. Sucking and licking, his hands rubbing my inner thighs, all of it moving closer to where I need him but never there.

"Fuck, Avi, please, please, please..."

"Good boy." He presses a last kiss on my navel before his mouth wraps on my length and he groans. His teasing and torture have left me so worked up that I worry I might not last long. As if understanding my thoughts he says, "Don't you fucking come. Not until I have had my fill of you."