A Cricket Connection | Kohli | Ishan

The gym at the training facility was quiet, the late hour ensuring solitude. Virat had stayed back, the tension of the day needing an outlet. He was on a bench, his shorts around his ankles, his hand moving rhythmically over his hard cock, eyes closed, lost in the moment.

The door creaked open, and Ishan stepped in, not expecting anyone at this hour. His eyes widened at the sight of Virat, his captain, in a state of such raw vulnerability. Virat, startled, turned his head, his hand pausing mid-stroke.

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Ishan’s initial shock morphed into a smirk as he closed the door behind him, his gaze locked on Virat’s impressive erection. “You got a big tool there, Captain,” Ishan said, his voice thick with playfulness and desire.

Virat, caught between embarrassment and arousal, chuckled, his hand resuming its motion, albeit slower, watching Ishan’s reaction. “You like what you see, Ishan?”

Ishan stepped closer, his own arousal evident as he licked his lips. “You have no idea,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving Virat’s cock. 

The air between them thickened with tension. Ishan, now standing right next to Virat, reached down, his fingers brushing against Virat’s, joining him in the act. Virat groaned, his head falling back, the dual sensation intensifying his pleasure.

Ishan, feeling bold, stripped off his shirt, revealing his toned body. “Let me help you out, Captain,” he whispered, his voice a seductive promise.

Virat’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched Ishan kneel before him, taking over where Virat’s hand had been. Ishan’s mouth was hot and eager, his tongue swirling around the head before taking Virat deep, the stretch of his lips around Virat’s girth making both men moan.

Virat’s hands found Ishan’s hair, guiding him, his hips thrusting lightly into Ishan’s mouth. “Fuck, Ishan,” he gasped, the pleasure building fast.

Ishan pulled back, his lips wet, his eyes mischievous. “Want to see how much more you can do with that tool?” he teased, standing up to shed his pants, his own erection now free and demanding attention.

Virat didn’t need more encouragement. He stood, pushing Ishan against the wall, their bodies pressing together, the heat between them palpable. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, hands roaming, exploring with desperate urgency.

Turning Ishan around, Virat positioned himself, his cock nudging at Ishan’s entrance. Ishan arched his back, pushing back against Virat, inviting him in. “Do it, Captain. Show me what you’ve got,” Ishan growled, his voice a mix of command and need.

With a groan, Virat pushed in, the tightness of Ishan enveloping him, drawing a deep moan from both. He started slow, letting Ishan adjust, but soon the rhythm quickened, each thrust deep and deliberate, their bodies slapping together, the sounds echoing in the empty gym.

Ishan was vocal, his moans filling the room as Virat hit all the right spots. “Harder, Virat, fuck me harder,” he pleaded, his hands braced against the wall, pushing back to meet every thrust.

Virat complied, his movements becoming more forceful, his hands gripping Ishan’s hips with a possessiveness that drove Ishan wild. The pleasure was intense, their bodies in perfect sync, building towards an inevitable climax.

When it came, it was explosive. Virat thrust one last time, deep and hard, his release flooding Ishan, who followed moments later, his orgasm triggered by the sensation of Virat filling him. 

They stood there, panting, bodies slick with sweat, the air heavy with the scent of sex. Virat pulled out gently, turning Ishan around to kiss him, this time slow and tender, a stark contrast to their earlier ferocity.