My Babyboy ❤️ (Ishman / Shubish)

chapter 8

Minors please don't read this chap...and those who don't like smut yall too don't read....
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Ishan was hard and he was wet, too wet for a public place. He felt an urge that he’d never felt before. He was shocked by his own desire to let himself be reigned over by this Cricketer. It was unfamiliar, but it had him aching between his legs as his body dewed with arousal.

Shubman was going to cum. He was so totally about to blow a fucking load right in the middle of this restaurant as Ishan's eyes closed and he let out a little whimpering noise. He knew his underwear must be soaked. Ishan was wet for him, accepting Shubman's control and allowing it freely. Fuck. He slid the thumb in his mouth out and pushed back in slowly, repeating the motion a few times, fucking his finger into the warm, slick softness of the Ishan's mouth. He heard footsteps outside their little room, and remembered where they were. He pulled his finger free with a little ‘pop’ sound and a tiny gasp from Ishan.

Ishan's eyes opened and looked at him. The grey orbs were glazed with lust and his bottom lip was wet and shining in the soft light. Gods, this had to be the most beautiful male to ever exist. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, pupils blown and cheeks flushed. He looked ready to be fucked. But before he could do anything about the look, the partition was pushed aside and he watched as Ishan came back to himself. His eyes cleared and he sat back, pushing his hair back from his face and taking a deep breath.

“Excuse me. I need to use the restroom.”

Before Shubman could say anything, Ishan was up and walking out of the parlor. He wanted to follow after him, but knew it wasn’t a good idea. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself once he got started. He sighed and sat back in his chair as the waiter put water on the table and excused himself.

He used the opportunity to get himself back together a little. At least, as best as he could manage with a raging erection. He took his suit jacket off and let it drape over the back of his chair, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, suddenly sweltering in the small room that still smelled like jasmine. He took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore what just happened and clear his head. He needed to calm down. There were still things he needed to discuss with Ishan.

Ishan walked quickly to the restroom, eyes on the floor as he rushed past tables. He pushed into the bathroom and locked himself in the first stall, leaning back against the door and trying to even his breaths. He was pretty sure he’d never been this turned on in his life. He was so hard that it was starting to hurt, and they hadn’t even done anything yet. He needed to chill out and stop being so horny in the middle of dinner.

Ishan took deep breaths to clear his head, running his hands through his hair and giving the brunette strands a little tug. He quickly pulled his pants and underwear down and tried to clean up the mess. It was a losing battle, but he wasn’t about to throw his soaked underwear away in a public bathroom. Especially not a restaurant this nice. He needed the extra layer of protection anyway, since he doubted shubman was done turning him on.

He did his best to clean up, then went to the sinks to wash his hands. He studied his face in the mirror, noticing how red his cheeks were from blushing. He dried his hands and pressed them to his cheeks, trying to cool the skin, but it didn’t actually help much. He ran his hands through his hair, fixing it back to normal. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He needed to talk to Shubman about his payment, this wasn’t a date. It was a business deal, and he needed to get his head in the game. There was time for sex later…hopefully.

As Ishan pushed the partition aside and re-entered the parlor, he almost turned right around and walked out. Shubman's jacket was off, his tie loose and sleeves rolled to his elbows. Ishan's eyes raked over every bulge of hard muscle that he could see under the white cotton. His eyes trailed down to the bared forearms, biting his lips at the tanned skin and visible veins that threaded under his skin. He tried to ignore the shot of arousal that slid down his spine as he closed the partition and walked to his chair.