The weight of Ansh’s body pressed a delicious ache into Sohan’s frame, a warmth that bloomed from his core where Ansh’s seed still pulsed. Each beat of his own heart echoed the thrumming sensation within him, a possessive echo of the man above him.
The air, thick with the scent of their mingled sweat and sex, clung to his skin, a sweet perfume of surrender. His breath hitched, a faint tremor running through him.
“You’re mine,” Ansh’s voice, a low rumble against Sohan’s ear, vibrated through his bones. His lips brushed the shell of Sohan’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. “Mine.” Sohan’s fingers, still tangled in Ansh’s damp hair, tightened. A soft gasp escaped him, a confession. He knew it. Deep in the marrow of his being, he knew it to be true. He was Ansh’s. The realization, a potent mixture of fear and exhilaration, settled over him, coating his senses.
A strange, unfamiliar longing unfurled in his gut. “Yes,” Sohan whispered, the word barely audible. His throat felt tight, raw. His eyes, heavy-lidded, fluttered open, meeting Ansh’s intense gaze. A fire, primal and consuming, burned there. Ansh shifted, his hips still grinding slowly, deliberately, against Sohan’s.
The friction ignited a fresh wave of sensation, a delicious friction that made Sohan arch his back instinctively. His cock, still engorged, pulsed against Ansh’s thigh. “Good boy,” Ansh murmured, his voice laced with a possessive satisfaction that sent a thrill through Sohan. He dipped his head, his lips tracing the sensitive curve of Sohan’s neck, a trail of fire. “My good, obedient boy.” Sohan’s muscles tensed, a sudden jolt of electricity shooting through him. Obedient. The word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promise. He found himself craving it, this new dynamic, this uncharted territory.
He wanted to explore it, to dive headfirst into whatever Ansh had in store. “I… I want more,” Sohan confessed, his voice barely a whisper, thick with a newfound desire. His hands, still clutching Ansh’s hair, pulled him closer. “I want… everything.” Ansh paused, his movements stilling. His eyes, dark and fathomless, searched Sohan’s face. A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips, a chillingly beautiful sight.
“Everything?” Ansh’s voice was a low purr, a dangerous sound. He leaned in, his breath warm against Sohan’s lips. “Are you sure you’re ready for ‘everything,’ little brother?” Sohan’s heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat. He swallowed hard, his gaze unwavering. He was sure. More than sure. He had never been so certain of anything in his life. The fear that had flickered moments ago had vanished, replaced by an insatiable curiosity, a burning need. “Yes,” Sohan breathed, his voice firm, unwavering.
“I’m ready.” Ansh’s smile widened, a flash of white teeth in the dim light. He shifted his weight, pulling himself out of Sohan’s body with a wet, sucking sound that made Sohan moan in protest. The sudden emptiness was almost unbearable, a sharp ache of longing. “Good,” Ansh said, his eyes still locked on Sohan’s. He moved, straddling Sohan’s hips, his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of Sohan’s waist. The shift in position brought a new sense of vulnerability, a delicious exposure. Sohan watched him, his chest heaving, his gaze fixed on Ansh’s face. He felt exposed, open, and utterly, thrillingly, at Ansh’s mercy. Ansh’s hands, strong and calloused, reached for Sohan’s wrists, his fingers wrapping around them, firm but not painful.
“You want everything,” Ansh repeated, his voice a low growl, a promise and a threat. He pulled Sohan’s arms above his head, securing them with one hand. The other hand reached for something on the bedside table. Sohan’s eyes widened, a flicker of apprehension. A silk tie. Black, smooth, and menacing. His breath caught in his throat. “What… what are you doing?” Sohan’s voice was a shaky whisper, a mixture of fear and excitement. Ansh’s gaze, dark and intense, met his.
“Exploring ‘everything,’ little brother.” He bound Sohan’s wrists together with the tie, a swift, practiced motion. The silk felt cool against Sohan’s skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. Sohan tugged, a small, involuntary movement. The tie held fast. A thrill, sharp and potent, shot through him. He was bound. Helpless. And a part of him, a deeply hidden part, reveled in it. “Do you like that?” Ansh’s voice was a low murmur, his fingers tracing the delicate skin of Sohan’s inner wrist, just below the silk.
“Being tied?” Sohan’s breath hitched. A blush crept up his neck, staining his cheeks. He could feel the blood pounding in his veins, a frantic rhythm. He nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement. Ansh leaned in, his lips brushing Sohan’s ear. “Use your words, Sohan. Tell me.” “Yes,” Sohan whispered, his voice hoarse. “Yes, I like it.” The admission, raw and honest, felt liberating. Ansh’s smile returned, a slow, sensual curve of his lips. He leaned back, his eyes sweeping over Sohan’s bound form, a possessive gleam in their depths. “Good boy,” Ansh murmured, his voice a low rumble.
He reached down, his fingers tracing the engorged head of Sohan’s cock. Sohan gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. “You’re so sensitive, aren’t you?” Ansh’s thumb stroked the tip, a feather-light touch that sent shivers through Sohan’s entire body. “So ready.” Sohan whimpered, a soft, helpless sound. His body was a live wire, every nerve ending tingling, alive with sensation. He wanted Ansh, wanted him inside him again, wanted this new, thrilling game to continue. “Please,” Sohan pleaded, his voice thick with desire. “Ansh… please.” Ansh chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Sohan’s spine. He leaned down, his lips brushing Sohan’s.
“Patience, little brother,” Ansh whispered, his voice laced with amusement. “The best is yet to come.” He pulled back, his hand still stroking Sohan’s cock. Sohan watched him, his eyes wide, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Ansh’s gaze dropped to Sohan’s chest, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin around Sohan’s nipples. Sohan arched his back, a gasp escaping his lips. His nipples, already hard, grew even harder under Ansh’s touch. “Such pretty nipples,” Ansh murmured, his thumb circling one, then the other. Sohan’s entire body trembled. He felt like he was on the verge of splintering, of shattering into a million pieces. Ansh leaned down, his mouth closing over one of Sohan’s nipples, sucking gently. Sohan cried out, a raw, unrestrained sound of pleasure.
Ansh’s tongue swirled around the hardened peak, a hot, wet caress that sent jolts of pure ecstasy through Sohan. “Ah… Ansh…” Sohan whimpered, his hips thrusting upwards, instinctively seeking more contact. His cock, throbbing, leaked a pre-cum onto his stomach. Ansh pulled away, a thin trail of saliva connecting their bodies. His eyes, dark and hungry, met Sohan’s. “You’re so wet, little brother. So eager.”
He moved again, his hand reaching between Sohan’s legs, his fingers brushing against Sohan’s sensitive perineum. Sohan gasped, his body jolting. The unexpected touch sent a shockwave through him, a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure. “What’s this?” Ansh’s voice was a low growl, his fingers exploring the sensitive skin.
“So tight. So tempting.” Sohan’s breath hitched. He felt a blush creep up his neck, hot and intense. He had never had anyone touch him there before, never even considered it. But with Ansh, it felt… right. Exciting. “Ansh…” Sohan whimpered, his voice thick with a mixture of apprehension and desire. Ansh’s fingers probed gently, finding the entrance to Sohan’s ass. Sohan tensed, his muscles clenching.
“Relax,” Ansh murmured, his voice soft, reassuring. “Just exploring. Just seeing how much you want to be mine.” Sohan swallowed hard, his eyes squeezed shut. He took a shaky breath, trying to relax his muscles. Ansh’s fingers, warm and insistent, pressed against him. “Good boy,” Ansh whispered, his voice laced with approval. “That’s it. Just relax for me.” A single finger, thin and exploratory, slid into Sohan’s asshole. Sohan cried out, a sharp gasp of surprise and a strange, unfamiliar pleasure. His body arched, a sudden, involuntary spasm. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, a mixture of discomfort and a thrilling new sensation. “Tight,” Ansh murmured, his finger slowly, carefully, pushing deeper. Sohan whimpered, his body trembling.
“So very tight.” Sohan felt a delicious stretching, a fullness that was both alarming and incredibly arousing. He clenched his teeth, a soft moan escaping his lips. “Don’t fight it,” Ansh’s voice was a low command, firm but gentle. “Let go. Let me in.” Sohan, against his own instincts, found himself relaxing, his muscles slowly releasing their tension. Ansh’s finger, now moving more confidently, began to slide in and out, a slow, deliberate rhythm. Sohan’s hips began to move instinctively, matching Ansh’s rhythm.
“That’s it,” Ansh murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Good boy. You like that, don’t you?” Sohan’s breath came in ragged gasps, his head thrashing against the pillow. “Yes,” he choked out, the word thick with emotion. “Oh, God, yes.” Ansh chuckled, a low, throaty sound. He pulled his finger out, a wet, sucking sound. Sohan cried out in protest, the sudden emptiness a stark contrast to the pleasurable fullness. “Don’t worry,” Ansh whispered, his lips brushing Sohan’s ear.
“I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.” He moved again, his hand reaching for a small vial on the bedside table. Lube. Sohan watched him, his heart pounding in his chest, a mixture of anticipation and a delicious fear. Ansh squeezed a generous amount of the warm, slick gel onto his fingers. Sohan’s eyes widened, a gasp escaping his lips. “Ready for more, little brother?” Ansh’s voice was a low growl, his eyes dark and hungry. Sohan nodded, his breath hitched in his throat. He was ready.
More than ready. Ansh leaned down, his lips brushing Sohan’s. “Good. Because I’m just getting started.” He spread the lubricant generously over Sohan’s ass, his fingers working it into the sensitive skin, around the entrance, preparing him. Sohan squirmed, a combination of arousal and mild discomfort. The sensation was foreign, yet incredibly exciting. “Relax,” Ansh murmured, his voice a low command.
“Just breathe.” Sohan tried to follow his instructions, taking deep, shaky breaths. His body was tingling, alive with sensation, every nerve ending screaming for more. Ansh positioned himself between Sohan’s legs, his cock, thick and hard, pressing against Sohan’s ass. Sohan gasped, his eyes flying open. The sight of Ansh’s engorged shaft, glistening with pre-cum, made his own cock twitch. “Here we go,” Ansh whispered, his voice low and guttural. He pressed forward, slowly, deliberately. Sohan cried out, a sharp gasp as the tip of Ansh’s cock nudged against his entrance. The stretching was intense, almost painful, but underlying it was a powerful, undeniable pleasure.
“Easy,” Ansh murmured, his voice a low rumble. He paused, letting Sohan’s body adjust, letting him take in the sensation. Sohan clenched his teeth, his body trembling. He could feel Ansh’s thick shaft pressing against him, stretching him, pushing past the initial tightness. “Breathe, Sohan,” Ansh commanded, his voice firm.
“Just breathe through it.” Sohan took a shaky breath, forcing himself to relax. He felt a slight give, a yielding. Ansh pushed forward again, a slow, inch-by-inch invasion. Sohan cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as Ansh’s cock slid deeper, stretching him wider than he had ever been stretched before. “Ah… Ansh…” Sohan whimpered, his voice thick with emotion. He could feel the fullness, the incredible pressure of Ansh’s cock filling him, stretching him to his limits. Ansh paused, his body still, letting Sohan’s muscles accustom themselves to the new intrusion.
Sohan could feel the heat radiating from Ansh’s cock, the pulsing engorgement within him. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. “You feel so good,” Ansh groaned, his voice rough with desire. He began to move, a slow, deliberate thrust, pushing deeper still. Sohan cried out, his hips bucking, trying to meet Ansh’s thrusts.
He felt a tearing sensation, a sharp sting, followed by an incredible wave of pleasure that washed over him, drowning out everything else. “Oh, God…” Sohan gasped, his voice broken. He could feel Ansh’s balls slapping against his ass with each thrust, a rhythmic thud that echoed in his ears. Ansh’s thrusts grew stronger, more insistent, pushing deeper, faster. Sohan’s body responded instinctively, arching, grinding against Ansh’s hips, seeking more of the delicious friction.
The bed creaked beneath them, a rhythmic symphony of their bodies. “You’re so tight,” Ansh groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “So fucking tight.” Sohan’s mind reeled, lost in the overwhelming sensations. He was being stretched, filled, possessed. And he loved it. Every single, agonizing, pleasurable moment of it. “Ansh… faster…” Sohan pleaded, his voice a desperate whisper. He wanted more, needed more. Ansh responded, his thrusts becoming a frantic rhythm, a primal dance.
Sohan cried out, his voice raw, his body convulsing with each powerful thrust. His cock, still hard, pulsed with a desperate need, rubbing against Ansh’s thigh, desperate for release. “Almost there, little brother,” Ansh gasped, his breath hot against Sohan’s ear. “Almost there.” Sohan could feel the pressure building within him, a delicious tension that was rapidly approaching its breaking point.
His vision blurred, his body trembled uncontrollably. “I’m… I’m going to… oh, God…” Sohan choked out, his voice thick with imminent release. Ansh gave a final, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Sohan cried out, a long, drawn-out moan as his body convulsed, his cock erupting with a torrent of cum.
He felt the hot, sticky liquid spray across his stomach, a warm, messy testament to his surrender. Ansh groaned, a deep, guttural sound, his body shuddering as he too found his release, his hot cum pulsing deep inside Sohan’s ass. Sohan felt the warmth spread through him, a delicious invasion. They lay there, bodies tangled, breathless and spent. The only sounds were their ragged breaths and the rhythmic thumping of their hearts. Sohan felt utterly drained, yet strangely energized, a profound sense of peace settling over him.
Ansh slowly pulled out, a wet, sucking sound filling the silence. Sohan whimpered in protest, the sudden emptiness a stark reminder of what had just transpired. Ansh shifted, rolling off Sohan, pulling him close, spooning him. Sohan’s back pressed against Ansh’s chest, his ass still slick and sore, a pleasant ache. “You were amazing,” Ansh murmured, his voice rough with emotion. He kissed the back of Sohan’s neck, a tender, possessive gesture. Sohan sighed, a long, contented sound.
He felt utterly cherished, utterly possessed. He reached back, his fingers finding Ansh’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “I liked it,” Sohan whispered, his voice soft, almost shy. “More than I ever thought I would.” Ansh chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. He squeezed Sohan’s hand. “I knew you would, little brother. I knew it.” Sohan closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. He was Ansh’s. And he liked it.
More than he could ever have imagined. He drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and protected in Ansh’s arms. The next morning, Sohan woke to the familiar warmth of Ansh’s body pressed against his back. Sunlight streamed through the window, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. A soft groan escaped Sohan as he stretched, his muscles protesting the previous night’s exertions, a delicious ache that made him smile. He shifted, turning in Ansh’s arms, his eyes fluttering open. Ansh was already awake, his dark eyes watching Sohan, a soft smile gracing his lips. His hand, warm and heavy, rested on Sohan’s hip.
“Morning,” Ansh murmured, his voice husky with sleep. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Sohan’s forehead. Sohan’s cheeks flushed. He still felt a little shy, a little overwhelmed by the intensity of what had happened between them. But beneath the shyness was a deep, undeniable satisfaction. “Morning,” Sohan whispered, his voice still thick with sleep. He snuggled closer, burying his face in Ansh’s chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his brother, a comforting aroma of sweat and masculinity.
Ansh’s arm tightened around him, pulling him even closer. Sohan could feel the faint stubble on Ansh’s chin, a pleasant roughness against his cheek. “Sleep well?” Ansh asked, his voice a low rumble against Sohan’s ear. Sohan nodded, a soft sigh escaping him. “Best sleep I’ve had in ages.” He felt utterly relaxed, utterly content. Ansh chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. “Good. I aim to please.” Sohan pulled back slightly, looking up at Ansh, a playful glint in his eyes. “You certainly did that.” Ansh’s smile widened, a mischievous glint in his own eyes. “Oh, I think we’ve only just scratched the surface, little brother.”
Sohan’s heart fluttered. He knew what Ansh was hinting at, and a thrill, sharp and potent, shot through him. He was eager to explore more, to delve deeper into this new, exhilarating dynamic. “What do you mean?” Sohan asked, though he already knew the answer. His voice was a soft whisper, laced with anticipation. Ansh’s gaze, dark and intense, met his. “You said you wanted ‘everything,’ remember?” Sohan’s breath hitched. He remembered. Every single word.
“Yes,” Sohan breathed, his voice barely audible. “I do.” Ansh’s hand, which had been resting on Sohan’s hip, now slid lower, his fingers brushing against Sohan’s ass, still tender from the previous night. Sohan gasped, a jolt of electricity shooting through him. “And everything means… exploring all your boundaries,” Ansh murmured, his voice a low purr. His fingers probed gently, finding the still-sensitive entrance to Sohan’s ass. Sohan shivered, a delicious tremor running through him.
“Boundaries?” Sohan whispered, his voice thick with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. Ansh leaned in, his lips brushing Sohan’s ear. “Yes. What you like. What you don’t like. What makes you moan. What makes you beg.” Sohan’s cheeks flushed, a deep crimson. The thought of begging, of surrendering completely to Ansh, sent a shiver of both fear and intense arousal through him.
“Beg?” Sohan’s voice was barely a whisper. Ansh chuckled, a low, throaty sound. “Oh, yes. I think you’ll be quite good at it.” He pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. “We’ll start slow. See what you’re comfortable with. And then… we’ll push a little harder.” Sohan swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. A strange, unfamiliar longing unfurled in his gut. He wanted to be pushed, wanted to be explored, wanted to discover the depths of his own desires.
“Okay,” Sohan whispered, his voice firm, resolute. “Okay.” Ansh’s smile widened, a slow, sensual curve of his lips. He leaned down, his mouth closing over Sohan’s, a deep, possessive kiss that left Sohan breathless. Their tongues tangled, a hot, wet dance that ignited a fresh wave of desire in Sohan’s belly. Ansh’s hand, still on Sohan’s ass, squeezed gently, a silent promise of what was to come.
Sohan responded, his own hands finding Ansh’s hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. He felt a delicious warmth spread through him, a sense of belonging, of being utterly, completely desired. He was ready. Ready for everything.
This is just the starting of the journey. Lets see how it goes. see you in next part.
