Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

~Chapter 49~

Shubman's wicked smile sent a shiver down Ishan's spine.

Ishan gulped, feeling his heart race as Shubman slowly moved closer, his presence dominating the space between them.

Without breaking eye contact, Shubman gently pushed Ishan down onto the sofa, making him sit.

Then-to Ishan's shock-Shubman sank onto his knees in front of him.

Ishan's breath hitched. "Sh-Shubman...?"

Shubman didn't answer immediately. Instead, his hands glided over Ishan's thighs-slow, deliberate touches that made Ishan tense under his fingers.

Ishan bit his lip, his fingers curling into the fabric of his own shirt. The way Shubman was looking at him-devouring him with his eyes-was enough to make his entire body feel hot.

Then, Shubman took Ishan's hands-his touch gentle, completely contrasting his intense gaze.

Bringing them to his lips, Shubman pressed soft, lingering kisses on each of Ishan's fingers, making the poor boy's breath stutter.

"Ishan," Shubman murmured, looking up at him. His voice was softer now, yet still held that teasing edge.

"If you ever feel uncomfortable..." He kissed Ishan's palm this time, his lips warm against the delicate skin.

"...Tell me to stop."

Ishan eyes widened.

Shubman's smirk was gone-replaced with something genuine.

Ishan felt his chest tighten at how serious Shubman was being, despite all his usual teasing.

"I-I know that..." Ishan mumbled shyly, looking away.

Shubman chuckled, squeezing Ishan's hands. "Good."

Then-just as Ishan was starting to relax-

Shubman leaned in closer, his hands gripping Ishan's thighs firmer.

"But that doesn't mean..." Shubman's voice dropped, lips brushing against Ishan's skin.

"...I'll go easy on you."

Ishan squeaked, his face burning.

And before Ishan could react Shubman pulled Ishan's pants down making Ishan eyes go wide, Shubman kissed Ishan's thigh looking up at him," Don't worry sweetheart I know you will enjoy it."

Shubman started to run his fingers on Ishan's smooth skin, leaving kisses on Ishan's sensitive spots.

Ishan tried-he really tried-to hold back.

But the moment Shubman's lips traveled lower, pressing hot, teasing kisses on his inner thighs, he lost it.

"Ahhh...!"

A sweet, breathy moan slipped past his lips before he could stop it.

Shubman froze for half a second-then his grip on Ishan's thighs tightened.

Ishan clamped a hand over his mouth.

Shubman, grinning darkly, reached up and pulled Ishan's hand away. "Oh no, sweetheart," he murmured. "Don't hide them from me."

Ishan shook his head furiously, embarrassed beyond words. "Sh-Shubman, stop teasing-"

Shubman only chuckled, leaning back down. "Teasing?" he repeated, voice dangerously low.