Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

~Chapter 59~

Shubman barely had time to react.

The moment he pulled his shirt over his head, Ishan—still perched on his lap—leaned in, his soft, plump lips pressing against Shubman’s bare neck.

Shubman’s breath hitched.

Ishan wasn’t shy anymore.

His warm breath fanned over Shubman’s skin as his lips trailed from his neck to his collarbones, leaving a series of slow, teasing kisses. Shubman closed his eyes for a moment, his jaw clenching as the sensation sent a shiver down his spine. His hand instinctively moved up, fingers tangling in Ishan’s fluffy hair.

“Ishan…” Shubman called, his voice low.

But Ishan just looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, his lips slightly swollen from all the kissing. “You always do this to me…” he murmured, voice laced with something dangerous.

Before Shubman could process what that even meant, Ishan suddenly bit down on his neck—hard.

A deep, guttural groan left Shubman’s lips.

His grip on Ishan’s hair tightened as his other hand slipped under Ishan’s shirt, his fingers tracing the soft skin of Ishan’s delicate back. Ishan arched into his touch, but he didn’t stop. His small hands roamed over Shubman’s toned body, his fingertips tracing every curve and muscle as if memorizing him. Shubman could feel Ishan’s warm breath fanning against his skin, heightening every sensation.

He continued nipping, biting, and sucking on every inch of Shubman’s exposed chest and shoulders. Shubman hissed, feeling the sharp sting of Ishan’s teeth, followed by the warm soothing press of his lips.

Ishan was marking him.

Possessively.

Desperately.

And it was driving Shubman insane.

Shubman was about to flip him over—when Ishan suddenly looked up, his cheeks flushed, his lips slightly parted.

And then, without warning, Ishan crashed his lips against Shubman’s.

The kiss was hot.

Messy.

And for the first time, Ishan was the one taking control.

His hands gripped Shubman’s hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue brushed against Shubman’s lower lip, demanding more. Shubman let out a low groan, his arms snaking around Ishan’s slim waist, pulling him flush against his bare chest.

Shubman was completely lost in the kiss, loving every second of it.

Ishan’s lips were soft, demanding, and desperately hot against his own.

But just as Shubman was about to pull Ishan closer, his entire body tensed.

A small, soft hand had just brushed against his clothed hardness.

Shubman’s breath hitched. A sharp, involuntary gasp left his lips as the touch sent a shockwave through his body. He immediately pulled back, his dark eyes locking onto Ishan’s.

“Ishan—” he started, his voice rough, warning.

But Ishan just pouted, tilting his head slightly. “Shut up, Shubi.”