The public restroom was a world away from the cheers of the stadium, the air heavy with the scent of industrial cleaner and the anticipation of what was about to unfold. Shikhar Dhawan followed Shreyas Iyer into the largest stall, the click of the lock sounding like a starting gun.
“You’ve been fucking teasing me all day,” Shikhar growled, his hands already at Shreyas’s waistband, pulling down his shorts to reveal his hard, thick cock.
Shreyas smirked, his voice low and taunting, “I knew you’d want this big dick, Shikhar. Look how eager you are.”
Shikhar didn’t need more encouragement. He dropped to his knees, eyes locked on Shreyas’s impressive length. “Fuck, you’re huge,” he murmured before enveloping Shreyas with his mouth, taking him deep, the sensation making Shreyas hiss with pleasure.
“Take it all, you dirty bastard,” Shreyas groaned, his hand guiding Shikhar’s head, urging him deeper. Shikhar gagged slightly but persisted, his arousal evident in his pants.
Shikhar pulled back, his lips wet, and grinned up at Shreyas. “Your balls are begging for some attention, aren’t they?” He then lavished attention on them, licking, sucking, making Shreyas’s knees buckle slightly.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” Shreyas panted, his voice thick with lust. Shikhar then took Shreyas’s cock, slapping it against his face, the sound lewd in the confined space. “You like that, huh? You like my big cock on your face?”
“Fuck yes,” Shikhar answered, his voice hoarse with desire. Shreyas then spat into Shikhar’s mouth, the act so primal it ignited something fierce within Shikhar. “You fucking love that, don’t you?” Shreyas said, his voice a mix of dominance and delight as he followed with a deep, claiming kiss.
As Shikhar returned to sucking, Shreyas continued to egg him on. “Suck it like you mean it, Shikhar. Show me how much you want it.” Each thrust of Shreyas’s hips was met with Shikhar’s eager mouth, the sounds of their encounter filling the stall.
“God, you’re good at this,” Shreyas moaned, his control slipping, his words becoming fragmented with need. “I’m gonna fucking cum down your throat.”
Shikhar, spurred by Shreyas’s dirty talk, doubled his efforts, his hand rubbing himself through his pants. When Shreyas finally came, it was with a string of curses, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” his release hot and intense.
Shikhar swallowed, his eyes dark with satisfaction, wiping his mouth as he stood up, his erection tenting his pants. “Next time, it’s my turn to fuck you,” he said with a smirk, the promise hanging in the air as they quickly composed themselves, the reality of their location snapping back into focus.
