Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

~Chapter 62~

Shubman was lost in a state of euphoria, his hand guiding Ishan's head in a rhythm that brought him closer and closer to the edge. Every movement drove him wild, every little twitch of Ishan's tongue was like a fire stoked higher. His moans and groans filled the space, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

Ishan, too, was overtaken by the sensations, Shubman's hand guiding Ishan's head as he moved it up and down on his hard member. Ishan gripped Shubman's thighs tightly, his fingers digging into his skin as he worked to bring Shubman closer to the edge.

Shubman's praises rained down on Ishan as he ran his fingers through the his hair, his words filled with sweetness and lust. "You're doing so well, sweetheart," his voice low and ragged. "You look so good like this, taking care of me so well." He couldn't hold back any longer, and his grip on Ishan's hair tightened as he moved Ishan's head even faster, bringing himself closer to the edge.

Shubman's climax hit him hard, and he released into Ishan's mouth. Ishan coughed slightly as Shubman's load filled his mouth, but Shubman gently held his cheeks, making him look up. "Swallow it all, doll," Shubman commanded, his tone affectionate yet commanding. Ishan obeyed, his throat working as he swallowed every drop.

Shubman pulled Ishan onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping securely around Ishan's waist. His thumb brushed gently over Ishan's swollen lower lip, the touch feather-light but loaded with meaning. Ishan's breath hitched slightly, his big eyes looking down in bashful silence.

"You did a good job, Ishu," Shubman said, his voice low and teasing, laced with that familiar edge of mischief. "And good boys deserve rewards, don't they?"

Ishan's cheeks flushed instantly, his grip on Shubman's shoulders tightening as he buried his face in the crook of Shubman's neck, trying to hide his embarrassment. Shubman chuckled, clearly enjoying how adorably shy Ishan got from just a few words.

"Look at you," Shubman whispered, fingers slowly trailing along Ishan's back. "Always so obedient... but still so easily flustered."

"I'm not used to this..." Ishan mumbled softly.

"That's what makes it more fun," Shubman smirked, brushing his lips against Ishan's cheek.

Shubman's fingers slowly traced along the delicate lace of Ishan's outfit, his touch lingering with teasing intent. Ishan shivered at the contact, feeling his heart thudding loudly in his chest. He bit his lower lip, trying to keep still, but the warmth from Shubman's hand was making him melt into his lap.

Shubman's eyes darkened with affection and something deeper as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the soft skin of Ishan's neck. His gaze briefly landed on the small mole.

"This little spot..." Shubman murmured, and then gently kissed it, causing Ishan to gasp quietly.

Ishan's fingers curled around Shubman's sleeve as Shubman continued, his lips leaving a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses down his neck and along his collarbone. Each kiss grew a little more intense, each mark a promise-tender but possessive.

"Shubman..." Ishan whispered, voice breathy, cheeks flushed as he tilted his head instinctively, giving Shubman more access.

Shubman's hands gripped Ishan's thighs firmly but gently as he lifted him with ease, placing him down on the soft bed. Ishan let out a small breath, his heart racing as his back touched the sheets, Shubman hovering above him. But Shubman's lips never left his skin-still trailing over Ishan's collarbone, pressing kisses that were both affectionate and possessive.

"I love this part of you," Shubman murmured, his voice low against Ishan's skin. "So soft... so perfect."

Ishan's cheeks flushed deeply, and his fingers shyly gripped the bedsheet on either side. His eyes fluttered shut as Shubman kissed a little lower, then came back up to nuzzle the curve of Ishan's neck, his breath warm.