Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 57

Shubman's lips moved slowly but deeply against Ishan's, devouring every little sigh and whimper Ishan let out. Seated snugly on Shubman's lap, Ishan could feel the heat between them, his small hands clutching Shubman's shoulders for support.

The cute little clips still nestled in his fluffy curls only made him look more innocent, a contrast to the way he was melting in Shubman's arms.

Shubman tilted his head, deepening the kiss, devouring Ishan's soft, plump lips as if he could never get enough. His hands wandered, fingers caressing Ishan's waist before slowly trailing lower.

Shubman pulled back slightly, both of them panting, their lips swollen and wet from the intense kiss. Ishan's eyes were hazy, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

Shubman chuckled breathlessly, his warm breath fanning over Ishan's flushed cheeks. "You look so pretty, baby," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement and desire.

Ishan's cheeks burned red, Shubman leaned in again, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Ishan's delicate neck.

His lips found the tiny mole just below Ishan's jaw, a spot he adored teasing.

"This little mole..." Shubman whispered, flicking his tongue over it before sucking on the skin gently. "It's my favorite."

Ishan shivered, gripping Shubman's shirt tightly as he let out a soft whimper.

Shubman grinned, his hands traveling lower, fingers brushing over Ishan's waist before firmly grabbing his ass.

He squeezed and kneaded, feeling the way Ishan's soft flesh fit perfectly in his palms.

"So soft... like your ass was made just for me." Shubman groaned, pressing a firm kiss against Ishan's shoulder.

Ishan hid his face in Shubman's neck, his breath shaky, his body tingling from the way Shubman's hands claimed him so easily.

"Shubh... don't say such things..." Ishan mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

Shubman smirked, giving another firm squeeze before pulling Ishan even closer.

"Why? I'm only speaking the truth, baby," he murmured against Ishan's ear, his voice laced with pure adoration.

Ishan giggled softly as Shubman's lips traced over his neck and collarbone, sending shivers down his spine. His fingers gripped the fabric of Shubman's shirt as he felt another kiss land, right below his ear.

But just then, a small meow broke the moment.

Ishan's eyes fluttered open, and he saw Oggy sitting near the bed, staring at them. his head tilted in confusion, staring at his humans-one tangled in the other's lap, breathless, while the other was clearly sucking the life out of him.

Ishan gasped and lightly pushed Shubman away. "Shubman! Oggy dekh raha hai!" he whispered, trying to wriggle out of his arms.

Shubman, instead of stopping, chuckled, turning his gaze to Oggy. "Oggy, come here" Shubman patted his lap, and to Ishan's surprise, Oggy actually jumped up and snuggled between them.

Shubman smirked, looking at Ishan mischievously. "Oggy look at your mom."

Ishan's eyes widened, and his cheeks turned red instantly. "Shubman! Kya bakwas kar rahe ho!" He scolded, lightly slapping his arm, but his face was burning.