Becoming landlords wife

The Acceptence(🔞)

Vijay walked into the kitchen, his movements fluid and deliberate. He had taken extra care with his appearance, dressing in a sleek nightdress that accentuated his physique and left his hair perfectly messy.

The memory of Ramesh's harsh words still stung, but Vijay was determined to bridge the gap between them.

As he toasted some bread, the aroma filled the air, and his thoughts drifted to Ramesh's evident struggle with his desires. Vijay's heart skipped a beat, hoping that his gestures would be enough to melt Ramesh's reserve.

With the toast ready, Vijay arranged it on a plate, adding a separate cup of butter. He walked into the living room, where Ramesh sat, his eyes fixed on the floor.

"Your breakfast, my dear hubby," Vijay said, his voice laced with warmth, as he placed the plate beside Ramesh.

Ramesh's gaze snapped up, his eyes betraying a flicker of lust before he masked it with irritation. "Could you not call me your husband?" he asked gruffly.

Vijay's smile faltered, but he recovered quickly. "Whatever happened... yesterday was a mistake," Ramesh continued, his voice laced with conviction, but his eyes told a different story.

Undeterred, Vijay sat beside Ramesh, his hand brushing against Ramesh's thigh. The touch sent shivers down Ramesh's spine, and he shifted uncomfortably.

"Ramesh, look at me," Vijay whispered, his voice husky. "We can't erase what happened, but we can face it together."

Ramesh's gaze met Vijay's, and for an instant, they were back in that intimate moment, the connection palpable.

Vijay's hand slid further up Ramesh's thigh, his fingers tracing gentle patterns. "Don't push me away, Ramesh. We deserve to explore this."

Ramesh's resolve crumbled, his eyes locked on Vijay's. The air thickened with tension as Ramesh's hand covered Vijay's, his touch sending sparks through both of them.

"I... I don't know, Vijay," Ramesh stuttered, his voice barely audible.

Vijay leaned in, his breath whispering against Ramesh's ear. "Let's find out together."

His hand inched closer to the man's cock, his thumb tracing a lazy circle around the base.

With a seductive smile, Vijay whispered, "Tell me something," as he sailed closer to Ramesh, who was seated in his favorite chair.

He perched on Ramesh's lap, the soft fabric of the sari brushing against the man's hard cock, eliciting a groan from deep within Ramesh's throat.

The friction was maddening, a silent siren's call that Vijay reveled in.

Ramesh's hands found their way to Vijay's waist, his grip tightening as the younger man began to grind against him.

"Doesn't it feel good?" Vijay teased, his voice a sweet melody in the quiet room. "My ass on your cock."

Ramesh's resolve was fraying, the desire in Vijay's eyes too tempting to resist. He wanted to push the man away, to maintain the last shred of dignity he had left.

But his body had other ideas, his cock standing tall and proud, eager for the warmth of Vijay's body.

Their kiss was explosive, a dance of tongues that spoke of need and longing. Vijay's hands found Ramesh's chest, his fingers teasing the man's nipples, eliciting a gasp that turned into a moan.

Ramesh's hands mirrored the movement, sliding down to cup Vijay's breasts, his thumbs flicking the sensitive tips.

The sensation sent waves of pleasure through Vijay's body, making his cock throb with anticipation.

"Please," Vijay breathed against Ramesh's mouth, his hips undulating. "Take me."

Ramesh's hands moved to the small of Vijay's back, pushing him down onto his cock. The first few inches were torture, the pain making Vijay's eyes water.

But as he grew accustomed to the intrusion, the pain gave way to a deep, full feeling that was almost euphoric. He began to rock back and forth, the chair creaking beneath them.

Ramesh's eyes were closed tight, his face a mask of pleasure and pain as Vijay's ass took him in.

He could feel the man's cock pulsing inside him, the heat of it a brand against his walls. "Lakshmi," he murmured, the name a benediction.

Vijay leaned back, his hands on Ramesh's shoulders. He took a deep breath and pushed down, taking the man's cock to the hilt.

The chair groaned in protest, the wood splintering under the force of their passion. "Call me your wife," he whispered again, his voice a seductive purr.

Ramesh opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto Vijay's. "You're my wife," he said, his voice thick with desire. "My beautiful, devoted wife."

With a final, desperate thrust, the chair gave way, sending them both crashing to the floor. But they didn't stop, didn't even pause.

The impact only served to drive Ramesh deeper inside Vijay, the sensation sending them both over the edge.

They lay there, panting and sweating, their bodies entwined.

The shattered chair was a testament to the intensity of their love, the splinters of wood digging into their skin a reminder of the cost of their passion.

"I'm sorry," Ramesh murmured, his eyes searching Vijay's. "I never meant to hurt you."

Vijay leaned in and kissed him softly. "It's okay," he whispered. "This is what I want."

Their bodies moved in a rhythm that was as old as time, each thrust a declaration of love and need.

The pain was a part of it now, a part of them. And as they reached their climax, Vijay felt a sense of completion that he had never known before.

They lay there for a long moment, their hearts pounding in unison. The room was a mess, but it was their mess—a monument to the love that had been born out of grief and desperation.

Ramesh pulled Vijay closer, his arms wrapped around the man's waist. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a promise. "Forever."

Vijay nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "And you're mine," he said, his voice steady. "In every way that matters."

Their bodies grew still, their breathing gradually returning to normal. As they lay there, the reality of their situation began to seep back in. But for now, all that mattered was the warmth of each other's embrace, the love that had found them in the unlikeliest of places.