Top - Virat
Bottom - Rohit
Requested by Durva77
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Rohit entered their shared hotel room after a long day of practice, his body tired but his mind racing. He had barely closed the door when he felt a strong hand wrap around his wrist, pulling him sharply against the wall. Before he could react, Virat's broad frame was towering over him, pinning him firmly in place.
"Virat-" Rohit started, but his words were cut off by the sudden press of Virat's lips against his. The kiss was demanding, full of heat and urgency, and Rohit melted into it, his hands instinctively gripping Virat's shoulders.
"Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this?" Virat murmured against his lips, his voice husky and laced with desire. His hands traveled down to Rohit's hips, gripping them firmly, pressing him harder against the wall.
Rohit gasped as Virat's lips left his, only to trail down his jawline to his neck, the heat of his breath sending shivers down Rohit's spine. His body reacted instantly, arching into Virat's touch as his pulse quickened, his skin sensitive to every brush of Virat's mouth.
"Virat...," Rohit's voice was breathless, barely managing to get the word out as Virat's hands slid under his shirt, fingers tracing the lines of his abdomen.
"Shh," Virat whispered, his lips now at the base of Rohit's throat. "I'm not done with you yet."
Virat's fingers deftly worked on removing Rohit's shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. The cool air of the room hit Rohit's bare skin, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of Virat's body pressed tightly against his. Virat's hands explored every inch of Rohit's torso, each touch deliberate and firm, leaving Rohit trembling with anticipation.
The tension between them was electric, every breath they shared filling the room with heat. Virat's mouth found its way back to Rohit's neck, this time sucking gently on the sensitive skin, leaving marks as he went. Rohit bit his lip, stifling a moan, his fingers clutching at Virat's shirt as his body burned with need.
Virat carefully laid Rohit down on the bed, stripping him of all his clothes except his boxers, while he remained fully dressed. "You're absolutely stunning, princess," Virat whispered, his voice laced with desire as he began trailing kisses along Rohit's neck, pausing when he found that sensitive spot. Rohit's loud moan filled the room, his neck arching instinctively. "Ah, seems I've found your sweet spot, haven’t I?" Virat teased, watching as Rohit could only nod, utterly at his mercy.
Virat’s mouth soon found its way to Rohit’s chest, where he sucked on one nipple while his fingers cruelly pinched the other. The sharp sting sent Rohit into a frenzy, his scream piercing the air. "Not there, Vi," Rohit pleaded between breathy moans. "Oh, not here?" Virat taunted, this time pinching even harder, leaving Rohit no choice but to surrender to the torment.
After what felt like an eternity of relentless teasing, Virat's hand finally moved lower, palming Rohit over his boxers, drawing desperate moans from him. "Please, Vi," Rohit whimpered, his voice trembling with need. But Virat only responded with a devilish smirk, landing a sharp slap to his lover’s ass. "Is 'Vi' my name, baby? No, it isn’t," he corrected, his tone dark and commanding. Rohit, barely able to keep up, weakly shook his head. "D-daddy," he whispered. "Yes? And what is it that you want?" Virat asked, pretending ignorance, a cruel amusement dancing in his eyes.
"I…I need you, please," Rohit begged, his voice a mere whimper.
Finally deciding to show some mercy, Virat slid Rohit's boxers off, exposing him to the cool air, which made Rohit shiver. "This isn’t fair," Rohit whined, his body trembling. "What’s not fair, my love?" Virat asked, his voice softer now as he tenderly caressed Rohit's cheek. "I’m…naked, and you’re still fully clothed," Rohit pouted.
