🔞Caught at Love|| Ishman

🔞Chapter Nine

Ishan dragged him out of the lobby holding his hand and Shubman followed him reluctantly. His mind was planning something but he wanted to react calmly.

"Stop! I don't want to go back to the room."

"What? You have caused enough scenes for today, just come with me Shubman."

"No, we aren't! I have called the room-service and asked them to change the sheets, remember how I made you scream the entire night yesterday? Well, there's too much proof of that on the bed, and it needed changing."

Ishan felt heat rush to his cheeks as he remembered his shameless state, begging and pining for the Alpha to fuck him. He let go of Shubman's hand and turned around, facing away as his heart beat accelerated. The terrible news of his lack of involvement in the team was bothering him and on top of that, he had to deal with this.

"Let's go somewhere else~"

Shubman smirked wide, as he noticed through his side eyes that Tilak was standing at a distance, pretending to hide behind a pillar, far enough for them to see but Shubman had a knack of talent.

He made sure Tilak heard him loud and clear, as he pulled Ishan away towards the backside of the hotel where he knew was a big walk-in closet.

Ishan's confused face was visibly eager to ask questions as he saw the deserted place and the closet which Shubman opened and pushed Ishan inside. He made an attempt to close the door but left a significant part open because he knew somebody would be following them and he wanted him to see.

Ishan hadn’t exactly intended for this outcome, and he was going to complain about what the actual fuck Shubman was doing before the alpha pushed him hard against the closet wall with sucking a marks on his neck and grinding his erection against Ishan's pants.

Ishan moaned and he felt his anger at Shubman yield to the desire burning through his entire body. He made one last feeble attempt to escape Shubman’s grasp, but was only met with Shubman’s upper thigh grinding against his half-hardness, now.

He turned Ishan’s body around and forced his face into the wall. He reached around and began teasingly tugging at the edges of Ishan's pants. Ishan squirmed in his grasp but his mouth couldn't word out his hesitation.

"You must be very sad....no? Lost your place in the team, must feel like a nail hammering your head. Let me relieve you of the feeling, let me take care of you~"

“Not here!” Ishan cried out, speech slightly muffled by the wall. Shubman’s hand reached in between Ishan’s legs and began stroking him through his pants.

“What was that?” Shubman purred against Ishan’s neck.

“So—Ah! Some…Someone might…See!” He managed to pant out, between the intense feeling in his body. 

Shubman sucked another mark onto the back of his lover’s neck, “Hmm… I don’t care.” Technically he did, that was the intention, for someone to see...and know.

One hand nudged the waistband of Ishan’s pants down to his knees, leaving him bare from the waist down. Shubman stroked Ishan's already stiff cock, his own member straining against his pants.

“All ready for me, and I’ve barely even touched you,” His fingertips lightly grazed the underside of Ishan’s cock.  “What were you doing, exposing your body like that to other men? Fucking Tilak was touching you like you are his!”