Shubman and Ishan
The night was quiet in the apartment Shubman Gill and Ishan Kishan shared, the only sounds coming from the TV as some late-night show played. They sat side by side on their cozy couch, the warmth of each other’s presence more comforting than the show itself. They were open about their relationship within the team; it was no secret that they were lovers, their connection having deepened over time through shared laughter, games, and intimate moments like this one.
Their hands wandered, as they often did when they were alone together.
Shubman’s fingers found Ishan’s thigh, creeping up to where his interest was most evident, while Ishan’s hand mirrored the movement, both of them grabbing each other through their shorts.
“You can’t watch TV without getting handsy, can you?” Ishan teased, his voice playful yet thick with desire.
Shubman chuckled, his grip tightening slightly. “Who said I was watching the TV?” he replied, leaning in to kiss Ishan, their lips meeting in a familiar dance of passion and comfort.
The TV was forgotten as they turned to face each other, their kisses growing more urgent. Shubman’s hand slipped under Ishan’s waistband, feeling him. Ishan responded in kind, their touches a prelude to what would come.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” Shubman suggested, but Ishan shook his head, pulling Shubman closer.
“Right here,” Ishan insisted, his voice a sultry command. Shubman didn’t need further encouragement; he loved the spontaneity, the thrill of it all.
They adjusted their positions, Ishan on his knees on the couch, leaning over the back, giving Shubman access. Shubman pulled down Ishan’s shorts, admiring the view before him, his hands roaming over Ishan’s skin, preparing him with care, using spit and whispers of affection.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Shubman murmured, entering Ishan slowly, both of them moaning at the connection. They moved together, finding a rhythm that was both comforting and exhilarating, their bodies speaking a language only they understood.
Shubman’s thrusts were deep, each one punctuated by Ishan’s gasps of pleasure. “I love how you feel,” Shubman growled, his hands finding Ishan’s hips, guiding them in sync.
Ishan, needing more, turned his head, his eyes meeting Shubman’s with a clear message. Shubman withdrew, both of them panting, before Ishan turned around, kneeling on the couch, his mouth now at Shubman’s height.
“Suck me, Ishan,” Shubman requested, his voice husky with need. Ishan complied, taking Shubman into his mouth, his movements practiced and loving, knowing exactly how to drive Shubman wild.
Shubman’s hand found Ishan’s hair, not pushing but guiding gently, his moans filling the room, mixing with the soft sounds from the TV. “You’re too good at this,” he panted the pleasure building.
They switched back to their earlier position after a while, Shubman back inside Ishan, their pace increasing as they both chased their climax. The intimacy of their shared history, and the knowledge of each other’s bodies, made every moment intense.
With a final thrust, Shubman came, his release triggering Ishan’s own.
They collapsed onto the couch, breathless, their bodies tangled together, the TV now just background noise to their shared euphoria.
“I love you,” Shubman whispered, kissing Ishan’s shoulder.
“I love you too,” Ishan replied, snuggling back into Shubman’s embrace.
Their relationship was more than just sex; it was a bond of love and mutual respect, acknowledged by their teammates, celebrated in private moments like this one, where they were just two lovers enjoying each other’s company.
Allu arjun