Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

~Chapter 48~

Ishan stirred awake as the warm morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over his face. He groggily turned to his side, expecting to find Shubman beside him, but the space was empty. A sleepy frown formed on his face.

Just as he was about to sit up, a shiver ran down his spine. A pair of warm, strong hands caressed his thighs under the blanket, sending a sudden rush of heat to his cheeks. Confused, Ishan looked down, his breath hitching as he slowly lifted the blanket-only to find Shubman nestled between his legs, Ishan's legs on either side of his broad shoulders.

"G-Gill?" Ishan stuttered, his heart pounding as he felt the soft press of lips against his inner thigh.

Shubman glanced up, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief and something softer beneath. He smirked, placing another lingering kiss on Ishan's sensitive skin before murmuring, "Good morning, sweetheart."

Ishan's entire face turned crimson, and he quickly tried to pull the blanket back over himself, but Shubman chuckled, his grip firm yet teasing. "Why so shy? You looked so adorable sleeping... I couldn't help myself."

Ishan pouted, flustered beyond words, his mind racing between wanting to scold Shubman and wanting to bury himself in his arms. "Y-You...! I-I was sleeping, you idiot!"

Shubman chuckled, his deep voice laced with amusement as he kissed Ishan's knee. "And now you're awake. Best wake-up call, don't you think?"

Ishan covered his face with his hands, trying to will away the burning blush. "Y-You're shameless..." he mumbled.

Shubman smirked, pressing one last kiss before moving up, hovering over Ishan with an easy, lazy grin. "Only for you, baby."

Ishan's breath hitched as he found himself completely caged beneath Shubman, his legs now resting on either side of the taller man. His already flushed face burned even more, the position making him feel even smaller beneath Shubman's intense gaze.

Shubman smirked, his warm fingers trailing down to Ishan's waist, caressing the soft skin beneath his shirt. "How can someone look so damn sexy right after waking up?" he murmured, his deep, husky morning voice sending shivers down Ishan's spine. His dark eyes roamed over Ishan's face, taking in the way his messy hair framed his big doe eyes, his parted pink lips, and the way the golden sunlight made him look even more ethereal.

Ishan's breath stuttered, and he quickly looked away, his fingers gripping the blanket tightly as he tried to fight off his flustered state. "Y-You should ask that to yourself..." he mumbled shyly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Shubman arched a brow. "Hmm?" he teased, pretending not to hear, but the way his lips curled into a knowing smirk showed otherwise.

Ishan peeked up at him through his lashes, biting his lip as he gathered the courage to continue. "I-I mean... you look... um, hot too..." he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

Shubman's smirk widened, and he let out a low chuckle, clearly pleased with the unexpected compliment. "Oh? So my baby does notice," he murmured, leaning even closer so that their noses almost touched. His fingers on Ishan's waist tightened slightly, making Ishan gasp softly. "That's cute, sweetheart."

Ishan squeezed his eyes shut, hiding his face behind his hands. "S-Stop teasing me!" he whined, his voice muffled.

Shubman chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss on Ishan's warm cheek. "But you're just too adorable when you're shy," he whispered against his skin.

Ishan groaned in embarrassment, his heart hammering in his chest. Why did Shubman always have to make him feel so weak and flustered this early in the morning?