Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

~Chapter 55~

Shubman stayed between Ishan’s trembling thighs, his warm breath ghosting over Ishan’s flushed skin, deliberately avoiding the one place where Ishan desperately needed his touch. The anticipation was driving Ishan insane—his chest rising and falling rapidly, his fingers clutching the bedsheets as he bit his lower lip to keep himself from begging.

Shubman, noticing Ishan’s frustration, let out a low, amused chuckle. His dark, hooded eyes flickered up to Ishan’s flushed face, taking in the way those big doe eyes glistened with need. A devilish smirk tugged at Shubman’s lips as he leaned in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on Ishan’s inner thigh, his tongue darting out to taste the soft skin.

"You're so impatient, kitty," Shubman murmured against Ishan’s skin, his deep voice dripping with amusement and seduction. His fingers traced slow, lazy patterns on Ishan’s trembling thighs, sending shivers through Ishan’s sensitive body.

Ishan whimpered, trying to shift closer, silently pleading for more, but Shubman just chuckled darkly and tightened his grip on Ishan’s waist, holding him still. His smirk widened as an idea struck him. He looked up at Ishan, his voice deceptively sweet.

"How about we try something new today, hmm?" he whispered, his fingers teasingly tracing lower but never quite touching where Ishan needed him.

Ishan’s breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly in both curiosity and nervous anticipation. "Shu-Shubman…?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, his cheeks heating even more under Shubman’s intense gaze.

Shubman licked his lips, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned in closer, his grip firm yet possessive. "Trust me, baby," he purred, his voice sending a delicious shiver down Ishan’s spine. "You're going to love every second of it."

With one swift motion, Shubman flipped Ishan onto his stomach, pressing his chest against the mattress. A surprised gasp escaped Ishan’s lips as he felt Shubman’s firm grip on his waist, pulling him up slightly so that his soft, round ass was now directly in front of Shubman’s face.

Shubman groaned, his fingers sinking into the plushness, squeezing and kneading as if he was worshiping every inch of Ishan’s perfect curves. “Damn, baby… do you even know how sinful you look right now?” His voice was husky, dripping with hunger.

Ishan whimpered, his hands gripping the sheets, his body tingling under Shubman’s intense gaze. “Sh-Shubman… w-what are you—”

Shubman leaned in, placing a slow, open-mouthed kiss on one cheek before biting down just enough to make Ishan shudder. “Shh, sweetheart,” he murmured against his flushed skin. “Just let me enjoy my favorite meal.”

Ishan’s breath hitched, his face burning with embarrassment. “Y-you’re so shameless!” he whined, trying to bury his face into the pillow.

Shubman chuckled darkly, pressing another lingering kiss, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin. “And you love it, don’t you?” His fingers dug in slightly as he spread them apart, admiring the view before him. “Such a perfect little thing… made just for me.”

Ishan let out a shaky breath, his entire body trembling under Shubman’s attention. He didn’t know if he could survive the night with the way Shubman was looking at him—like a man starved, ready to devour his every last bit.

Shubman smirked as he admired the sight before him— Ishan’s soft, round cheeks trembling under his touch. His large hands kneaded the supple flesh, spreading them apart just to hear Ishan gasp.

"You're so sensitive, kitten," Shubman murmured, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to one cheek before biting down just enough to make Ishan jolt. A soft whimper escaped Ishan's lips, and Shubman chuckled darkly. "Telling me to stop, but your body is saying something else. Do you even realize how tempting you are right now?"