The door to Ansh’s apartment clicked shut, and Rishav was immediately pressed against it, Ansh’s mouth crashing down on his. This wasn’t like the hotel. This was different. This was Ansh’s space, his territory, and the air was thick with the promise of total ownership.
Ansh broke the kiss, his breathing already ragged. “Bedroom. Now. Don’t make me ask twice.”
He didn’t have to. Rishav followed him down the short hall, his eyes drinking in the sight of Ansh’s powerful back, the confident sway of his hips. The bedroom was stark, masculine, dominated by a large bed with dark sheets. This was where Ansh slept. This was where he was about to be fucked.
“Take your fucking clothes off. I want to see what’s mine,” Ansh ordered, standing at the foot of the bed, already unbuttoning his own shirt.
Rishav’s fingers fumbled with his buttons, his nerves making him clumsy. He finally shucked his pants and underwear, standing naked and exposed under Ansh’s intense, appraising gaze. Ansh was already naked, his thick cock standing proudly, swaying with his heartbeat.
“On the bed. On your back,” Ansh said, his voice dropping into that low, commanding register that made Rishav’s insides turn to liquid.
Rishav scrambled onto the cool sheets, lying back against the pillows. He expected Ansh to pounce, to cover him, to fuck him immediately. Instead, Ansh walked to a drawer, pulling out a length of soft, black rope and a sleek, black vibrator.
“What are you doing?” Rishav asked, a thrill of fear and excitement shooting through him.
“Tying you up,” Ansh said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m going to make you lose your fucking mind before I even put my cock in you.”
He started with Rishav’s wrists, tying them securely but not painfully to the wrought-iron headboard. The restraint was immediate and terrifyingly arousing. He was completely at Ansh’s mercy. Ansh moved down, tying each of Rishav’s ankles to a bedpost, spreading his legs wide open, exposing him utterly.
“Fuck, Ansh…” Rishav whispered, pulling against the bonds. He was completely helpless.
“That’s the idea,” Ansh murmured, a dark smile playing on his lips. He clicked the vibrator on. A low, insistent hum filled the room. “Now, let’s see how long you can last.”
He started at Rishav’s neck, tracing the buzzing toy over his collarbone, down his chest. It circled a nipple, and Rishav gasped, the sensitive nub tightening into a hard peak instantly. Oh god. The sensation was sharp and electric, zinging straight to his cock, which was already leaking onto his stomach.
“You like that?” Ansh teased, circling the other nipple, watching Rishav squirm. “You’re so fucking responsive. Your whole body is begging for it.”
He moved lower, tracing the vibrator down the trail of hair on Rishav’s stomach. Rishav held his breath, waiting for it to touch his dick. But Ansh avoided it, instead running the buzzing head along his inner thighs, so close to his aching balls that Rishav whimpered.
“Please, Ansh…”
“Please what?” Ansh dragged the vibrator slowly, agonizingly, over his perineum, the vibration singing through his entire groin.
“Please… touch my cock. Fuck, I need it.”
Ansh chuckled, a low, wicked sound. “Not yet.”
Then he did the worst, most incredible thing possible. He pressed the vibrator firmly against Rishav’s balls. The intense, rumbling vibration shot through his sack, a sensation so overwhelming it was almost painful. Rishav cried out, his back arching off the bed as far as the ropes would allow.
“Holy shit! Ansh! Fuck!”
“You feel that?” Ansh said, his voice husky with arousal. “That’s your fucking cousin turning your balls into jelly. Making them ache. Getting them ready to pump a load so fucking big it’ll drown my cock when I finally let you come.”
He kept the vibrator there, the relentless buzz turning Rishav’s pleas into incoherent moans. His hips bucked helplessly, his cock twitching and dripping. Just when Rishav thought he couldn’t take another second, Ansh moved it.
He dragged the buzzing tip down, past his balls, and pressed it firmly against his hole.
Rishav shouted, the sound torn from his throat. The vibration wasn’t just on the outside; it seemed to penetrate him, buzzing against his most sensitive ring of muscle, making it flutter and clench around nothing. It was a sweet, maddening torture.
“Look at that,” Ansh growled, his own breathing coming fast. He used his free hand to spread Rishav’s cheeks wider, exposing him completely to the vibrator’s assault. “Your hole is pulsing for it. It’s begging for my dick. It knows what’s coming.”
He pressed harder, working the vibrator in tiny, circular motions against Rishav’s entrance. The sensation was too much. Rishav felt his orgasm building, a tight, screaming pressure in his balls that was going to explode without a single touch to his cock.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna come! Ansh, stop, I’m gonna come!”
“No, you’re not,” Ansh said, his voice firm. He pulled the vibrator away and threw it on the bed beside them. The sudden absence of sensation was a shock in itself. Rishav shuddered, teetering on the very edge, his entire body shaking with denied release.
Ansh climbed onto the bed between his spread legs, his eyes burning with a feral light. He gripped his own cock, stroking it slowly as he looked down at Rishav’s wrecked, tied-up body.
“You see what you do to me?” he grunted, guiding the broad, slick head of his dick to Rishav’s wet, twitching hole. “You make me so fucking hard I can’t think straight. I’m gonna ruin this ass, Rishav. I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget your own name.”
He pushed in.
The stretch was exquisite, a blinding flash of pleasure-pain that made Rishav scream. He was so sensitive from the vibrator, so wound up, that every inch of Ansh’s cock felt magnified, a searing brand claiming his insides.
“Fuck! Yes! God, yes! Fuck me!” Rishav babbled, his head thrashing on the pillow.
Ansh didn’t hold back. He buried himself to the hilt and started fucking him with deep, powerful, piston-like strokes. The ropes held Rishav perfectly in place, allowing Ansh to slam into him with brutal, perfect accuracy, hitting that spot inside him with every single thrust.
“You take my cock so good, you filthy fucking slut,” Ansh groaned, his hands braced on the bed on either side of Rishav’s hips. “You love being tied up and used by your cousin, don’t you? You love knowing I can do anything I want to you.”
“I love it! I love it! Fuck, don’t stop! I’m so close!”
“You’re gonna come all over yourself,” Ansh commanded, his rhythm becoming frantic, erratic. “You’re gonna shoot your fucking load while I’m pumping my own deep inside you. I’m gonna mix our cum together in your guts, Rishav. I’m gonna breed you right here in my bed.”
The crude, beautiful words were all it took. Rishav’s orgasm exploded out of him, his cock jerking and pulsing, streaking his stomach and chest with hot, white ropes of cum. His ass clenched viciously around Ansh’s pounding dick, milking him, dragging out his own climax.
With a guttural roar, Ansh slammed deep and held there, his body shuddering. Rishav felt the hot, familiar flood fill him, jet after jet of Ansh’s release, another claiming. Another deposit.
They were both panting, covered in sweat and cum, the only sound their ragged breaths and the creaking of the bedframe.
Then, faint but unmistakable, came the sound of a key turning in the apartment’s front door.
Ansh’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with a panic Rishav had never seen before.
“Shit.”
A woman’s voice, cheerful and familiar, called out. “Ansh? Beta, are you home? We left the reception early, your father wasn’t feeling well.”
Panic shot through Rishav, cold and sharp, instantly dousing the post-orgasm haze. His eyes flew to Ansh’s, wide with shared terror. The sounds of his aunt moving around in the living room were a brutal intrusion into their forbidden world.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Ansh hissed, his voice a frantic whisper. He moved faster than Rishav thought possible, his hands fumbling with the knots at the headboard. “Get these the fuck off!”
Rishav tugged uselessly at his bound wrists, the ropes that had been so arousing moments ago now feeling like prison restraints. “I can’t! You tied them!”
“Fucking hell,” Ansh grunted, his fingers working desperately. The knot on Rishav’s right wrist gave way. “Mom! Just a second! I’m… I’m not decent!” he called out, his voice straining for casualness and failing miserably.
The second knot came loose. Rishav scrambled to sit up, his body aching, Ansh’s cum already starting its familiar leak down his thigh. Ansh was already at his ankles, untying them with jerky, frantic movements.
“The bathroom,” Ansh whispered, his voice tight. “Go. Now. Lock the door.”
Rishav didn’t need to be told twice. He practically fell off the bed, his legs wobbly. He grabbed his discarded clothes in a messy bundle and bolted for the en suite bathroom, shutting the door and clicking the lock just as he heard the bedroom door begin to open.
He leaned against the cool wood, his heart hammering against his ribs. He could hear the muffled voices through the door.
“Ansh? What on earth are you doing? The place is a mess,” his aunt’s voice chimed.
“Sorry, Ma. Just… napping. Wasn’t expecting you.” Ansh’s voice was smoother now, a convincing layer of calm overlying his panic.
Rishav’s eyes scanned the bathroom. It was steamy from their previous shower, the air still thick with the smell of sex and soap. His own wrecked reflection stared back from the mirror—flushed face, kiss-swollen lips, hair a mess. And his aunt was just feet away.
The rush of the shower from the other night came back to him, the desperate, anonymous Grindr hookup that had started this. The heat of the water, the slickness of their bodies. The need that had been a slow burn for years had become a wildfire, and it was still blazing inside him, even now, terrified of being caught.
He could still hear them talking. His aunt was complaining about his uncle’s indigestion. Ansh was making placating noises. Rishav looked down at himself. He was a mess. Ansh’s cum was a sticky trail on his inner thigh. The sight of it, the evidence of what they’d just done, sent a fresh, inappropriate throb of desire through him. He was disgusting. He was perfect.
The shower called to him. He could turn it on. Mask any sound. Wash away the evidence. But the thought of just washing it away, of cleaning off Ansh’s claim, felt wrong.
The doorknob jiggled.
Rishav? It was Ansh’s voice, a low, urgent whisper through the door. Open up. Quick.
Rishav unlocked the door. Ansh slipped inside, locking it again behind him. His eyes were wild, dark with a mix of panic and undiminished lust.
“She’s making chai,” Ansh breathed, pressing his forehead against Rishav’s. “She’ll be in the kitchen for ten minutes. Maybe fifteen.”
“We’re fucked,” Rishav whispered back, his voice trembling.
“No, we’re not,” Ansh said, his hands coming up to grip Rishav’s arms. “We’re just getting started.” His eyes dropped down Rishav’s body, lingering on the white streaks on his stomach and the glistening trail on his thigh. “Look at you. You’re still dripping my fucking load and she’s right out there.”
The vulgar observation, the sheer danger of it, made Rishav’s cock, which had begun to soften, twitch back to life. “Ansh…”
“Shhh.” Ansh’s mouth crashed down on his, not soft or tender, but hungry and desperate. It was a kiss of shared panic transforming into pure, raw need. He backed Rishav against the sink, the cold porcelain a shock against his heated skin. Ansh’s hands roamed his body, possessive and rough.
He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. “Turn on the shower. All the way. Now.”
Rishav fumbled behind him, twisting the knobs. Water roared from the showerhead, quickly filling the room with thick, concealing steam.
Ansh pushed him into the stall, the hot spray instantly drenching them both. The water sluiced over Rishav’s skin, washing the initial evidence of their fucking down the drain in rivers of white. But the heat, the steam, the slickness of their bodies—it only amplified everything.
Ansh spun him around, pressing Rishav’s chest against the cool, wet tile. “She’s right out there,” he growled into Rishav’s ear, his voice barely audible over the water. “She has no idea her son has his cock buried in his cousin’s ass. That I’m fucking my load even deeper into you.”
His hands spread Rishav’s cheeks apart. Rishav gasped as Ansh’s cock, already painfully hard again, found its target with unerring accuracy. He was still loose, still wet from their first round and the shower spray, and Ansh sank into him in one smooth, devastating thrust.
“Fuck!” Rishav cried out, the sound swallowed by the drumming water.
“Quiet,” Ansh hissed, but it was a mock command. He began to move, a slow, deep, punishing rhythm that was somehow more intense than the frantic fucking on the bed. Every thrust was a calculated risk, a silent fuck mere feet from discovery. The steam wrapped around them, a hot, wet blanket of secrecy.
“You feel that?” Ansh grunted, his hips slapping against Rishav’s wet ass. “You feel how deep I am? I’m putting another baby in you right now, Rishav. My mom is making fucking tea while I’m breeding her nephew. You’re gonna be so full of me you’ll never get it out.”
The filthy, impossible words combined with the terrifying thrill of almost being caught. Rishav was lost, his mind blank except for the sensation of Ansh’s thick cock pistoning into him and the relentless, warm spray of water on his back.
He reached a hand between his own legs, stroking his own slick, hard cock in time with Ansh’s thrusts. The pleasure was a tight, screaming coil in his gut, made infinitely sharper by the danger.
“That’s it,” Ansh encouraged, his voice a rough growl against Rishav’s shoulder. “Jerk that cock. Get yourself ready to come all over this fucking wall while I fill your ass. Do it. Do it for me.”
Rishav’s orgasm built with terrifying speed, a pressure about to explode. He bit his own arm to keep from screaming, his body tightening, every muscle coiling.
Ansh felt it. His pace became frantic, his thrusts losing their rhythm, becoming desperate and deep. “Yeah, gonna come… gonna pump you so full… she’s gonna hear the water and have no idea it’s the sound of me fucking a baby into you…”
The crude promise was the final trigger. Rishav’s climax ripped through him, silent and violent, his cock pulsing furiously in his hand, his seed painting the tiles in front of him only to be washed away by the spray. His ass clenched around Ansh’s dick, milking him, pulling a guttural groan from his cousin’s throat.
Ansh slammed into him one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and Rishav felt the hot, familiar gush deep inside, another claiming. Another deposit. They stayed there for a long moment, connected, panting, the water beating down on them, washing away the external proof but sealing his claim deep within.
Ansh’s softening cock slipped out, followed by that now-familiar trickle, this time instantly lost in the shower water. He turned Rishav around, his eyes dark and serious.
“We have to be quick. She’ll wonder what’s taking so long.” His hand cupped Rishav’s face. “You okay?”
Rishav could only nod, his body thrumming with adrenaline and pleasure.
From the other side of the door, a voice called out, slightly muffled by the water and the wood. “Ansh? The chai is getting cold! Everything alright in there?”
Ansh’s eyes went wide. He put a finger to his lips.
