Ishan didn’t know he would get so late. He wished he could have refused the last drink Hardik persuaded him to have. Although he had already informed Shubman that he would be late and the latter made no complaints, he felt bad. It was his man’s big day after all. He secured his first win as the captain of team India. Ishan couldn’t deny the butterflies he felt whenever he heard the words “Bhaaratiya kaptaan Shubman Gill.” He walked towards his room while looking for his keys and as he looked up- What the fuck? His door was unlocked. He considered calling the police before going in but he thought he should check first. He could have forgotten to lock the door. But would he really be that careless? He pushed the door and went in cautiously. He cleared his throat. As he was reaching out to turn on the lights he felt a violent pull on his waist. Before he could scream, the intruder had already pressed a hand on his mouth, muffling his screams. “Stop screaming if you don’t want to wake up the neighbours, baby.” The familiar voice washed him with relief. A sly smirk played on his lips. “Next time find a less creepy way of surprising me?” Shubman buried his nose in Ishan’s neck, taking in his scent. “I missed you.” Ishan gave him a comforting hug. “I know I promised I would be the first one to congratulate you in person after your win-” “But you were busy dancing away with your ‘friends’ huh?” “Wait, why do you sound like that?” Shubman groaned. “Like what.” Ishan smiled. He loved playing this game. “Is my Shubi jealous hmm?” Shubman pressed a kiss against his neck and bit his earlobe. “Shut the fuck up.” With this Ishan was turned around and pushed against the wall. He felt Shubman smile before he smashed their lips together. He bit Ishan's lower lip in an attempt to explore the hot cavern. He loved how Ishan’s mouth was always so warm. Ishan ran his hands through Shubman’s hair, pulling him in closer. They could keep kissing like that throughout the night but they knew they wanted more. The keys drop to the floor making a little jingling sound. Ishan took off his coat before Shubman picked him up, and he wrapped his legs around his waist. Shubman lowered Ishan on the bed before connecting their lips again. Ishan tucked on his hair playfully and let out a moan. Shubman was about to take off his jersey when Ishan held his hand, “Don’t. I want you to fuck me with that on.” (don’t blame Ishan guys, the author is kinda freaky) There was a glint in Shubman’s eyes as he nodded and proceeded to place wet kisses on Ishan’s cheek, all the way down his jaws and neck. Ishan just clings on to Shubman to whatever he’s going to give him. “You’re so beautiful.” Shubman hums as he opens the buttons of his black shirt. He remembered how hot Ishan looked in the outfit in the picture Hardik posted on his story. He could not get it out of his mind. “And mine.” Shubman ran his fingers along Ishan’s tattoos. He knew his body like a map. Ishan shivered a little as he looked at Shubman, his eyes dilated and hooded with emotions only he knew of. Shubman looked up as he yanked Ishan’s pants all the way down his legs. He went down, Ishan’s mouth falling open in a gasp. He nuzzles the front of Ishan's underwear and mouths his cock through the fabric, tongue tracing the shape of him. He breathes in deep, a low groan rumbling deep in his throat. “Fuck, baby. I’ve been thinking about doing this all evening, ever since I saw your picture.” Ishan is so pliant under Shubman today. “You'll be the death of me someday.” And with these last words, he pulls Ishan’s underwear down, his cock breaking free. Shubman grabs the base and opens wide, sucking him all the way down.
Ishan whined and moaned in pleasure which was pure music to Shubman's ears. Ishan felt like he was close. Shubman pulled off with a pop and placed his lips on Ishan's. “You can't come now baby.” Then before Ishan knows it, Shubman roughly twists him around. His hand comes up, spreading Ishan’s ass apart. “Fuck, you're always so pretty back here.” Ishan feels the hot, wide swipe of Shubman's tongue down his crack. He shrieks, his cock dripping even more. Ishan wants more, so much more. Shubman continues to do it again and again, the tip of his tongue barely skirting the edge of his rim. Ishan moves his feet, spreading himself further.
“Sh-shubi. Please. I'm so close.” he cries.
Shubman groaned and his tongue formed a tapered tip as it poked right through Ishan’s ring of muscles, licking his insides, teeth nipping at his rim. His thighs begin to shake and then he comes in a rush, shooting all over his stomach, making a mess.
Shubman pulled away, taking a moment to look at the sight before him. Ishan’s droopy eyes, wrecked face and swollen lips did something to Shubman that he couldn't explain. He looked like his wildest fantasies coming true. Shubman chuckles, opening the cap of the lube bottle. He coats his fingers and then spreads Ishan’s ass apart once more. Ishan groans when Shubman finally starts to slip a finger inside him.
“Ohhhhh,” Ishan whines, eyes rolling back.
Shubman kissed Ishan’s knees, eyes never looking away. “You're so fucking gorgeous.”
Ishan wanted it so badly he was ready to do anything. He arched his back as felt his fingers inside him, wanting something bigger, deeper and more.
He knows Shubman wants it as much as he does.
“Shub..please….I'm gonna..cum…please.”
Without wasting a moment Shubman holds his cock steady and withdraws his fingers. He shoves slowly inside, his eyes darting back and forth to Ishan’s stretched entrance wrapping around his cock and then to the boy’s face. His plump lips are open in a silent scream, arms now outstretched on either side as he clenches tight to the bed sheets underneath. Ishan blinks and he sees that his doe eyes are glassy, unshed tears clumping up his long eyelashes.
“You take me so well baby.”
Shubman kissed him again, this time more controlled and slower but still brimming with passion and desire. He went down to his neck pressing a few hickeys and then pulled back, admiring his artwork.
Their chests are pressed together, Ishan feeling Shubman’s heart beating fast along with his own. Shubman shifts his hips again, forcing that last bit inside. His cock rams against Ishan’s prostate once and that’s it.
Ishan’s coming again.
“That’s it, baby,” Shubman encourages, thrusting faster and faster. “This is what you needed, huh? This is why you sent me those pictures knowing what they do to me right?”
Ishan chuckled. There's nothing in the world he couldn't get. Suddenly he felt all powerful.
The rush of his climax hits him and then Shubman was shooting inside, filling Ishan up with his spent. Ishan whimpers underneath him, taking it. At last the maddening tension had subsided. Ishan’s body tingles as they kiss in the afterglow; relieved, content, and so full. Just before they drift off, a giddy smile pulls from Shubman's lips, and he watches Ishan doing the same.
Shubman ran his fingers through Ishan's curls. The mullet he hated at first had started to grow on him. His last thought before he falls asleep is that he wants to see that smile until the day that he dies.
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Author's Note
This is the first time I'm writing smut (not exactly but the first time doesn't count since I was only 14). There are 3 reasons I came out of a hiatus and posted this though.
1. Ishan dropped those pictures in that black shirt and boom. It broke me. My coping mechanism was to write a smut.
