You Belong With Me

21

Sourav's heart raced as he kissed, his lips trembling with anticipation. The moment their mouths met, it was like a collision of two worlds, a forceful embrace that left no room for hesitation. His senses ignited as he tasted Rahul, each kiss igniting a fire within him.

Moving down to Rahul's neck, Sourav felt a surge of desire coursing through his veins. He left a trail of passionate marks, each one eliciting a louder moan from Rahul, sending shivers down his spine. The pain mixed with pleasure, a heady combination that only fueled Sourav's passion further. His bites intensified, leaving behind visible evidence of their intimacy, a mark of their shared desire.

With Rahul's shirt now removed, Sourav's hands roamed freely over his bare skin, igniting sparks of desire with every touch. He could feel the heat radiating from Rahul's body, the pulse of his desire matching his own. Despite the overwhelming sensation, Rahul tried to rein in his emotions, his attempts to resist becoming more urgent as Sourav's advances grew more intense.

But Sourav couldn't stop himself, couldn't hold back the flood of emotions that threatened to consume him. With each touch, each kiss, he felt himself falling deeper and deeper, lost in the intoxicating world they had created together.

Feeling overwhelmed, Rahul gently pushed Sourav away, their eyes locking in a silent exchange of longing and apprehension. His heart pounded in his chest, a tumultuous mix of desire and uncertainty swirling within him.

"Sourav, please," Rahul pleaded, his voice strained with emotion, his hands trembling slightly. "Stop it."

Sourav's gaze held a fiery intensity, his desire palpable in the air between them. "If I stop now, I'll regret it tomorrow," he replied, his voice laced with urgency and longing. With a gentle yet insistent push, he guided Rahul back onto the bed, his lips eager to explore every inch of Rahul's body.

Sourav's kisses trailed down Rahul's neck, leaving a trail of love bites in their wake. Rahul's heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, his breath catching in his throat as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. He winced as Sourav bit down hard on his shoulder, the sharp sting making him cry out.

"Ah! Sourav, you're hurting me," Rahul protested, his voice tinged with pain and a hint of desperation. His body tensed beneath Sourav's touch, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort warring within him. He longed to lose himself in the passion between them, but a part of him couldn't shake the feeling of unease creeping into his mind.

"Physical pain is easier than emotional pain," Sourav murmured between kisses, his voice a gentle whisper, carrying the weight of unspoken longing. Each touch, each caress, held within it a silent plea for solace from the turmoil of their emotions. Sourav's touch ignited a fire within him, a desire that burned bright against the backdrop of their tangled emotions. But beneath the surface, there lurked a shadow of uncertainty, a fear of the unknown that threatened to consume them both.

Sourav's hand gripped Rahul's neck, the pressure a tangible reminder of the complexities of their connection. In that moment, desire and fear entwined, their dance casting shadows across Rahul's mind. The tightening grip, almost suffocating in its intensity, mirrored the tangled web of their emotions, leaving Rahul gasping for breath both figuratively and literally.

"Sou...rav...uh...I...can't breathe," Rahul's voice echoed with a note of desperation, a plea for release from the suffocating grip of their passion. In that moment of vulnerability, Rahul bared his soul, laying bare the rawness of his emotions for Sourav to see.

Sensing Rahul's distress, Sourav relented, releasing his grip on Rahul's neck with a tenderness that belied the storm raging within him. As Rahul drew in deep lungful of air, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of their encounter. Mixed emotions swirled within him, a tempest of desire and apprehension that threatened to engulf them both. 

"I'm sorry, love," he murmured between breaths, his voice filled with regret and tenderness, a mixture of passion and remorse. He wanted Rahul to know that even in the midst of this intense moment, his love for him remained unwavering, his heart aching for the pain he was causing.

As Rahul gazed into Sourav's eyes, he noticed a glistening sheen, tears threatening to spill over. His heart clenched with a tumult of confusion and concern. Why was Sourav behaving like this? Uncertainty gnawed at him, but he couldn't let it show. Summoning control over his emotions, Rahul gently pushed Sourav away, though this time, it was harder than before. Sourav nearly toppled off the bed, and as he looked up, his tear-filled eyes met Rahul's, on the brink of releasing their burden.

Standing up, Rahul hastily slipped on his shirt, his mind racing with a torrent of questions. "What's going on with you? Why are you acting like this?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and worry.

Sourav struggled to sit up, alcohol clearly clouding his thoughts as he swayed unsteadily. With trembling hands, he wiped away his tears and looked at Rahul. "Don't you want to have sex with me? Is there something wrong?" he asked, his voice laden with hurt and confusion.

"It's not just about sex," Rahul's voice rose in frustration, his hands gesturing wildly. "I've been waiting for you for weeks, and you've been ignoring me. And now suddenly, you come to me and ask for sex? I have every right to deny you and demand answers. I'm your boyfriend, not some... some whore!"

Sourav, his words slurring slightly from the alcohol, stumbled over his response. "The one time I ask for sex, and you can't even fulfill that? You're selfish," he accused, his words heavy with hurt.

"Selfish?" Rahul's eyes blazed with anger. "You're the one who's selfish! You're such a manipulator!"

"And now you're gaslighting me!" Sourav accused, his hand reaching out in a desperate attempt to reach for Rahul's hand, which was met with a violent jerk as Rahul pulled away. Sourav watched helplessly as Rahul stormed out of the bedroom, locking him inside.

First, Sourav had ignored him, shutting him out completely, and now he made Rahul feel like nothing more than an object, something to be used for pleasure whenever he wanted. The memory of Sourav's touch, once so comforting, now filled him with disgust.

Despite his own inner turmoil, Rahul couldn't shake the gnawing worry for Sourav. He sensed it, something was seriously wrong, something Sourav wasn't sharing. The tears glistening in Sourav's eyes told a story Rahul couldn't quite grasp. But Sourav was not in the right frame of mind to discuss anything. His thoughts were clouded, drowned in desire and lust, rendering any conversation senseless.

Rahul sank onto the sofa, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was hurt and angry, feeling used and dismissed. On the other, he was deeply concerned for Sourav. He knew he had to find out what was bothering him, what was causing him so much pain.

But for now, he decided to give them both some space. Maybe with a clear head, they could finally have the conversation they so desperately needed.