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4. Virat - Rohit 🔞 ( victory celebration )

Warning:Handcuffs🔞

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"You're the man of the match, you know what that means," Rohit Sharma said with a mischievous grin, his eyes gleaming in the dim hotel room light.

Virat Kohli rolled his eyes playfully. "Not this again," he mocked, though the smirk playing on his lips betrayed his excitement. The two Indian cricket superstars had just returned to their suite in Bridgetown, Barbados, after their electrifying victory in the T20 match. The storm outside mirrored the tempest of emotions and desires brewing within their private time.

"Come on, Rohit," Virat coaxed, his voice low and seductive. "You know I'd do anything for you."

Rohit's cheeks flushed as he stepped closer to Virat, his heart racing. "Fine," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you're not playing fair. You know I can't resist when you say it like that."

The sound of the rain pummeling the window panes grew louder, the wind howling through the palm trees outside. The power flickered, casting shadows across the room, and the TV's static buzzed with the latest weather warnings. The storm had grounded all flights, leaving the victorious cricket team stranded on the island for an extra night.

Virat reached into his bag and pulled out a set of velvety handcuffs. "Look what I brought," he said, holding them up with a wink. "I've had these for a while, just waiting for the right moment."

Rohit's eyes widened, his pulse quickening. "You're serious?"

"Dead serious," Virat said, his tone a delicious blend of tease and dominance. "Now, get on the bed."

With trembling hands, Rohit complied, his heart pounding in anticipation as Virat approached the bed. The mattress dipped slightly under Virat's weight as he climbed onto it, straddling Rohit's waist and securing one wrist to the headboard.

"Virat," Rohit breathed, his voice a mix of excitement and apprehension.

"Shh," Virat soothed, placing a finger to Rohit's lips before attaching the other cuff. "Trust me."

The room was filled with the sound of the storm, the occasional flash of lightning casting a stark, white light through the room. Rohit felt the cool metal against his skin, the restraint thrilling and terrifying all at once. Virat hovered over him, his eyes dark with desire.

"Remember," Virat whispered, tracing a line down Rohit's chest with his finger. "You're mine tonight."

Their eyes locked as the first drops of rain spattered against the windows, the storm outside growing more intense. And within the confines of their hotel suite, a different kind of storm was about to unfold.

Virat slid down Rohit's body, his touch feather-light, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. He took his time, savoring every inch of his boyfriend's skin as he unbuttoned Rohit's shirt, exposing his well-defined chest. Rohit's breath hitched as Virat's mouth followed the path his hands had traced, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin.

With each touch, the tension grew, a delicious ache building within Rohit. He squirmed under Virat's ministrations, the restraint of the handcuffs adding a thrilling edge to their encounter. Virat's eyes never left Rohit's, the intensity in them speaking volumes of his need.

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room, mingling with the crescendo of the storm. Virat's hands moved lower, deftly unbuckling Rohit's belt and tugging his pants down. He took in the sight of Rohit, bound and vulnerable, his arousal evident.

Virat leaned in, his breath hot against Rohit's skin, and whispered, "You're so beautiful like this."

Rohit's cheeks flushed even deeper, his eyes searching Virat's for any sign of doubt. But all he found was passion and love, and he knew he was safe.