His Addictive ARCHNEMESIS ~ Ishman

Ch: 8 ~ Love or Lust ??

Since the first kiss of the evening between Shubman and Ishan—— had ignited a fire between them, but as they pulled apart, both panting for breath, the undeniable attraction that simmered beneath the surface only intensified with passing seconds.

They were both craving—for more and more, the taste of the other still lingering on their lips, and neither was ready to let go.

Ishan's eyes burned with a mix of challenge and desire, his smirk teasing but dark. "What's the matter, Shubman? Already out of breath?" His hands tightened around Shubman's hair, pulling him back in before Shubman could even think to respond.

Their lips collided again, this time fiercer, more desperate, as if they were both trying to ——outdo—— the other, to claim dominance in this moment of fiery intensity.

Shubman wasn't one to back down, though. He pressed into Ishan, pushing him backward, his hands threading through Ishan's lower waist as he deepened the kiss, making Ishan gasp against his mouth. Their bodies were flush together, every inch of them buzzing with the heat of their proximity.

"Always trying to get the last word, aren't you?" Shubman murmured against Ishan's lips, his voice thick with desire and defiance.

Ishan laughed breathlessly, his hands sliding down Shubman's neck, gripping him tightly, "Only because I know it drives you crazy," he whispered before pulling Shubman back in for another kiss, this one even more heated than the last.

They stumbled against the washroom wall, their mouths never leaving each other as they kissed again and again and again...

Neither willing to let the other gain the upper hand. Both the ALPHAS battling with lust and desires, head-on to prove oneself better than other in game of dominance.

Will they ever will to surrender to other for LOVE?

Each kiss was more intense than the last, their lips bruising, their breaths mingling in the small, steamy space between them.

Ishan's fingers clutched Shubman's shirt, tugging him closer, while Shubman’s hands roamed possessively over Ishan's lower waist line, gripping him as if he feared he might slip away.

The moment was too intoxicating, too charged.

Ishan shifted, spinning Shubman around so that his back hit the washroom corridor's wall, trapping him there as he pressed his body firmly against Shubman's, his lips attacking Shubman's neck now, biting and kissing with a roughness that made Shubman gasp, " ummm...uh.. aahh".

"You like this, don't you?" Ishan whispered, his voice dripping with cocky satisfaction as he felt Shubman shiver beneath him. "You like it when I take control."

Shubman's response was a soft, involuntary moan, his hands roaming and creasing,  slipping inside Ishan's shirt, diiging his nails on Ishan's back and arching himself. But that was all the confirmation Ishan needed.

"Of course you do," Ishan continued, his breath hot against Shubman's skin. "You like pretending you're in charge, but I know you love it when I push you."

Shubman, not one to be outdone, growled lowly and pulled ishan on himself by tugging his fingers in Ishan's pant, crashing their mouths together in a kiss that was both passionate and challenging.

He pushed back with equal fervor, flipping their positions again so that Ishan's back hit the washroom's mirror this time.

Shubman's hands slid further down Ishan's waist cupping his butt giving it gently squeeze, making Ishan gasp and wither with keen squirming moan, "don't get too cocky," Shubman murmured against Ishan's lips, his voice thick with desire. "You're not the only one who likes to take control."