Purrfect Neighbour (ShubmanGillxIshanKishan)

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"Is that your best shot."

Shubman pushed his hair away from his forehead, clearing his vision to see his boy's teasing expression. They were talking an awful lot of smack for someone who was lying bare beneath him, Shubman's body intimately connected with his.

Shubman shifted slightly, lifting his left leg over his shoulder, altering the angle. "You always have to run that mouth, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. He pulled out just enough to make him gasp, then thrust back in with purpose, making him cry out, eyes squeezing shut. "That shut you right up, didn't it?" Shubman's lips curved into a grin as he moved, deep and steady, in this new rhythm.

"Shubi..." he whimpered, hands reaching up, searching for him, eyes still closed, lashes trembling.

Shubman let him pull him closer, their bodies pressing together, skin warm and slick with sweat. His hands cradled Shubman's head, guiding him into a kiss. It was messy, raw, full of heat and need. At times, their lips simply hovered near Shubman's, panting, letting out soft sighs and whimpers that made Shubman's heart race.

"It feels so good, Shubi..." he whispered, voice trembling as he clung to Shubman, holding him so tightly that movement was almost impossible.

Shubman's lips traced a path down his neck, feeling the shudders in his breath. "Oh god... mmm... Shubi..." he bit down on his bottom lip so hard it turned pale, body trembling beneath Shubman's. "That's it... Shubi... yes..."

The heat between them reached its peak, and Shubman felt him tighten around him, drawing him into his own release. Shubman groaned, feeling his warmth flood him, their connection raw and unguarded, just as they had wanted.

He tugged at Shubman's hair, and their gazes met, an unspoken need passing between them. Their lips met again, and though they were still catching their breath, he kissed Shubman with all the passion he could muster. Their bodies remained entwined, the scent of sweat and love hanging in the air like something sacred.

Their lips lingered on Shubman's bottom lip, sucking gently before releasing it. "I love you so much, Shubi," he whispered, deep eyes searching Shubman's face with a tenderness that made Shubman's heart swell. "You know that, right?"

Shubman nodded, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "I do. I love you too." He captured his lips in another kiss, sealing their words with a promise that echoed in the space between them, a love as profound and unbreakable as the moment they shared.

*****

He'd had that dream countless times over the PAST TWO YEARS, and it still left him aching with a deep, familiar need. That was the last time they had been together, truly together, after returning home from Essel World. When Ishan had looked into his eyes and whispered that no matter what happened, he loved him. And every time Shubman woke up from that dream, the same question tormented him: if Ishan had truly loved him, why had he left the way he did?

Shubman reached for his phone on the nightstand, his fingers brushing against the cool surface. It had taken him a year, but he had finally changed the screensaver from that picture of him and Ishan, taken during Independence Day. It had been one of those rare moments when everything felt perfect, yet accepting the truth that Ishan was never coming back had been one of the hardest things Shubman had ever faced. Not once had Ishan called, not a single message. Shubman didn't even know if Ishan was alive or dead.

But he knew he had to move on with his life. He couldn't keep living in the past, no matter how much his heart ached. That didn't stop him from thinking about Ishan now and then, his doe eyes, his tender smile. But Ishan was part of a chapter that had ended, and Shubman knew he had to close that book and leave it behind.