Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 30

On the second day of the trip, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the window, softly illuminating the room. Ishan stirred awake, feeling something warm and firm around his waist. He blinked, realizing it was Shubman’s arm wrapped securely around him. His cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as the memories of last night came flooding back.

He hesitated, unsure of how to handle the situation, before softly whispering, “Shubman... wake up. We need to get ready.”

Shubman grunted, his eyes still closed, and tightened his hold on Ishan, pulling him closer. “Mmm, five more minutes,” he mumbled sleepily, a content smile on his lips.

Ishan’s blush deepened as he tried to wriggle out of Shubman’s grip. “Shubman, let me go! We have to get ready, or we’ll be late!”

With a dramatic groan, Shubman finally loosened his hold, letting Ishan sit up. Just as Ishan was about to get off the bed, Shubman’s hand swiftly came down, playfully spanking him.

The sound echoed in the quiet room, and Ishan’s eyes widened in shock. He turned around to look at Shubman, who was now grinning mischievously, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Shubman!” Ishan gasped, his face turning crimson.

“What?” Shubman smirked, leaning back against the headboard with an air of triumph. “I’m your boyfriend, sir. I have the right to do that.”

Ishan’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, completely flustered. He finally huffed, avoiding eye contact, and shyly muttered, “You’re impossible,” before rushing into the bathroom, his face burning with embarrassment.

Shubman chuckled to himself, leaning back and lacing his hands behind his head. “Totally worth it,” he murmured, already looking forward to teasing Ishan again.

After finishing his bath, Ishan reached for his towel only to realize with growing panic that he had forgotten to bring it. His cheeks burned at the thought of what he’d have to do now. Hesitantly, he cracked the bathroom door open just enough to peek out.

“Shubman…” he called softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Shubman, who was lounging on the bed scrolling through his phone, immediately perked up. “Yes, sir?” he asked, turning his head with a playful grin.

“I… um… forgot my towel. Can you pass it to me?” Ishan asked, his voice laced with embarrassment.

Shubman smirked, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. He grabbed the towel but stopped just short of handing it over. Leaning against the doorframe, he said, “I’ll give it to you, but on one condition.”

Ishan frowned, already suspecting trouble. “What condition?” he asked cautiously.

“You have to give me a morning kiss first,” Shubman said, his smirk widening.

Ishan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Shubman! Stop joking! Just give me the towel,” he stammered, peeking through the door with his wet hair sticking to his flushed face.

“I’m not joking,” Shubman replied, folding his arms and leaning closer to the door. “One kiss, and then you get the towel. It’s a fair trade.”

Ishan groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You’re so shameless,” he muttered, his voice muffled.

“I only want a kiss from my boyfriend, sir,” Shubman teased, leaning against the door casually. “Take your time, though. I’m in no rush.”

After a moment of internal conflict, Ishan sighed in defeat.
he accepted Shubman's proposition, his hands trembling slightly as he took the towel from Shubman's extended arm. Taking a deep breath, he wrapped the towel around his waist, securing it tight.

Gathering his courage. Finally, he pushed the door open further, stepping out to face Shubman. His face was flushed and he couldn't meet Shubman's eyes as he muttered, "There. You happy now?"

Shubman smirked as Ishan shyly came out of the bathroom, clearly embarrassed. Before Ishan could even say anything, Shubman grabbed him by the waist and spun him around, pressing him against the closed bathroom door. The rough action caught Ishan off guard, as he was pressed against Shubman.

"You looked so damn hot.....sir," Shubman murmured, his voice low and filled with desire. He leaned in and kissed Ishan hungrily.

Shubman's lips and tongue explored Ishan's mouth with an intensity that was both possessive and passionate. He didn't give Ishan any chance to protest further, instead pulling him even closer, his body pinning Ishan against the door. His hands roamed over Ishan's sides, mapping out the soft skin that was partially hidden by the towel. The kiss was hard and almost ruthless, leaving Ishan weak in the knees.

Ishan tried his best to keep up with Shubman's kiss, but he was quickly overwhelmed by the latter's relentless pace. He was no match for Shubman's experience and confidence, and his own inexperience was evident in the trembling of his hands and the gasps that escaped his lips. Despite Ishan's efforts, Shubman's fervor only seemed to increase, his kisses becoming more demanding and hungry. Ishan was left breathless and at Shubman's mercy.

Shubman's lips continued to trail down Ishan's neck, his hands roaming over the shorter man's body. As his eyes strayed down, he couldn't help but notice Ishan's pink nipples, which looked so damn tempting. The urge to suck on them, to hear Ishan gasping and moaning, was strong. But he knew that it was too much for Ishan right now, and he wasn't planning to push the limits any further at the moment. Instead, he continued with his kisses, moving downwards, making an effort to control his urges.

Shubman reluctantly pulled away from Ishan, his body flushed with desire. He looked at Ishan, who was panting and flushed, his lips red and slightly swollen. Shubman was tempted to just continue, to take things further, but he had enough self-control to hold himself back.

"Whoa," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "We need to cool off a bit, or else I might not be able to stop myself."

Shubman studied Ishan's face as he pulled back, admiring the boy's flushed cheeks and slightly dazed expression. This was a completely new experience for Ishan, and it was evident in the way he was looking at Shubman with a mix of shyness and awe. Shubman couldn't help but smile at his innocence, feeling a strange sense of protectiveness over him.

"Are you okay?" Shubman asked, his voice gentle.

Ishan, still blushing, nodded in response, his voice soft. "Y-yeah. I'm good," he mumbled.

Shubman couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he headed into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind him. He glanced down at his own boxers, realizing that he had been so caught up in teasing Ishan that he hadn't noticed his own arousal.

He shook his head in mild embarrassment, running a hand through his hair. "Way to go, idiot," he muttered to himself, feeling a mix of amusement and disbelief at his obliviousness.

Ishan was still blushing furiously as he stood outside the bathroom, his mind still fixated on the memory of Shubman's bulge in his boxers. He couldn't help but think that it seemed rather large, and he scolded himself mentally for even entertaining such thoughts.

He quickly walked over to the nearby closet, opening it and pulling out his clothes. He tried to distract himself by focusing on getting dressed, but his mind kept straying back to that moment.

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