'Finally it's just me and him.' Dhiraj was back at home. Even though Avanti left, the last conversation they had did not. It had made a nest in his mind and he clearly wanted to get rid of it. So he decided he needed to focus on something else. And who else could be better to focus on than his baby?
He spotted Nakul washing the dishes. Nakul noticed Dhiraj's presence.
"Mrs Raghuvandhi left?'
"Yeah" Dhiraj didn't respond much, not wanting to even think about her.
But Nakul had some questions. Questions he was holding back till then. He finally asked it. "I don't think you like her. Why? Was she like an evil step mom?"
'Why won't this lady leave me alone?' Dhiraj didn't really want to talk about her. But since his baby had asked, he replied. "No. She's just.....my dad's wife for me. We acknowledge the strengths and ambitions we have rather than....how we are related. We are more like allies, trying to build an empire. Nothing more than that."
"Then why don't you like her?"
"It's not like I hate her. I just....don't like getting involved with her. There's nothing more to add to it." Dhiraj wanted to get done with that topic. Especially because the word "mother" kept ringing at the back of his mind.
Nakul realized Dhiraj specifically didn't want to talk about his mother. He remembered the times when Dhiraj just abruptly ended talking about that topic. The expressions of discomfort, anxiety and sadness would be visible on his that Dhiraj especially didn't want anyone to see. For some reason it was becoming unbearable for Nakul to see the usually happy-go-lucky Dhiraj engulfed with bitterness around him. It was as if he had shut that side for him. And now that it was evident Dhiraj was trying to avoid this topic, Nakul had made up his mind to know what was troubling Dhiraj.
"But why do I feel that you are-" Nakul stopped midway as Dhiraj hugged him from behind. Dhiraj didn't want to go into the whys. Especially not with Nakul. He knew he had to stop the question and so did what he knew the best to do. Become an adorable puppy.
Nakul had gotten used to that gesture. And every time Dhiraj clinged on to him that way, a smile escaped from his lips. Deep down he knew he had to ask those questions, but seeing his loveable puppy clinging on to him, made him let go of those questions of the moment.
"What happened?" inquired Nakul.
"Why are you washing these dishes? We can use the dishwasher" Dhiraj tried to change the topic of discussion. He nuzzled into Nakul's neck, trying to absorb all the vitamin-Nakul he could take in.
"I just felt like doing it today. Come on. Help me do it" Nakul urged Dhiraj to help him. Which Dhiraj did. But in his own way. He still stood behind Nakul and held Nakul's hands that were busy washing the plates in his. Pressing his body more into Nakul's, he took Nakul's hand that was scrubbing and started scrubbing the plate along with his.
Nakul had forgotten about the questions. Rather he was more invested in how Dhiraj was 'helping' him. That wasn't how he expected Dhiraj would be helping him. "This isn't what I meant by helping. I meant more like....me scrubbing and you washing?" Nakul questioned Dhiraj's method of 'help'.
But Dhiraj was adamant that that indeed was 'helping'. His focus was now on Nakul's neck. The trail of soft kisses began and the nape of Nakul's neck turned red in response. How could Dhiraj let go of such a sweet spot. A spot he loved to tease and torture. "This is a better method of washing dishes," Dhiraj stated, solidifying that his method of 'helping' was indeed necessary. And Nakul let out a giggle hearing that. That hearty chuckle suddenly felt like a reward to Dhiraj. He couldn't help but be proud of himself. Dhiraj had successfully made Nakul forget about those questions.
Soon the 'helping' was replaced by a full-fledged invasion on Nakul's body by Dhiraj's arms. All Dhiraj wanted was to feel Nakul's smooth skin beneath his fingertips. Exploring every line, every scar, every shiver and the burning temperature that was caused because of him. Forgetting about every other worry. Just him and his baby.
Nakul too didn't realize when he had given up on cleaning the plates. Instead his hands were busy tracing Dhiraj's hands. One hand tracing the fingertips that gave him pleasure while the other in Dhiraj's hair, encouraging him to do more. Losing himself into the ecstasy Dhiraj provided him with, had become inescapable for him now.
Nakul actively participating in his little shenanigans was the dream that finally came true for Dhiraj. And his baby shivering by his touch was enough to drive him crazy. His fingers reached Nakul's nipples and involuntarily, they pinched it.
"Ummmm" Nakul's back arched more as a raspy moan escaped from his throat, which he tried to cover with his hand. But that only encouraged Dhiraj to do more. A surge of endorphins rush through his brain. And that rush made him lose his reason. He bit hard on Nakul's neck.
"Owww" Nakul reacted to that unexpected sensation. Biting wasn't a new element in their sessions of drowning into carnal pleasure. Rather his body always shivered at that possessive yet intense gesture. It made him feel as if he would get devoured. It made him feel as if he should devour the man that was making him feel this way. It made him want to punish that man. So in retaliation, he pulled Dhiraj by his hair. Hard.
"Ahh" Dhiraj wasn't unaware of the sadistic tendencies his baby had. And he only encouraged them. Their lust filled eyes met and they both knew where things were going to go.
'He doesn't mind me being rough with him huh? I can be rougher.' Nakul smiled at that thought. His sadistic tendencies he just had become newly aware of were becoming a recurring theme in their little sessions. And Dhiraj didn't mind that at all. He wasn't a masochist to begin with. But with Nakul, he liked it when his baby took the charge. He liked how his baby challenged his guts. It was as if an unspoken battle on who has more authority over the other was going on between them. That thought itself was such a turn on for him.
His dick that was already throbbing wanted to fuck Nakul's brain out so bad. He had kept that desire to himself for so long. So it was only natural that it slipped out. "Tell me how you fucked your girlfriend. I'll fuck you that way."
Unlike the usual Nakul, who would've been uncomfortable even at the mention of that thought, the Nakul now just enjoyed challenging Dhiraj. So he too retorted, "It is me who would like to fuck you. And make you moan under me." Nakul's eyes were challenging Dhiraj once again. And again, he loved that.
But abruptly, the questions that had once vanished returned back to Nakul. And he just casually asked about them again, " So then you think of Mrs Raghuvanshi more as your colleague?"
Dhiraj halted. 'Wow, that's a weird way for cock block.' The mention of Avanti irritated him. But he tried to remain calm, focusing on the task at hand. "More or less" Dhiraj removed Nakul's Shirt as he aimed for his back, licking his way through Nakul's spine.
Nakul held the table counter to steady himself, not to get too lost in the touch. He still had some questions to ask after all.
"And what about your mom?"
Now Dhiraj was pissed. That was the only one topic he didn't want to be brought up. 'Can't Nakul even do that?' In anger, Dhiraj snapped, " Why are you talking about stuff that doesn't matter?"
Nakul's heart sank. Because all Nakul could think was: 'But it matters to me.' He wasn't expecting such a bad reaction.
Without waiting for Nakul to answer, Dhiraj continued, " I don't even remember her. So why do you keep bringing her up?" Dhiraj was fuming.
Not able to understand why Dhiraj was so angry, in a small voice Nakul asked, "Are you mad at me?" His eyes looked hurt. And those eyes made Dhiraj realize his mistake. In an attempt to rectify his mistake, Dhiraj used his puppy eyes.
Dhiraj cupped Nakul's face, "Noooooo...It's just that I want you to look only at me now." Rubbing onto the baby fat that Nakul's cheeks had, Dhiraj whimpered, "Can't I have all your attention?" He looked at Nakul with his puppy eyes.
And how could Nakul not give in?! Nakul felt guilty for some reason. He didn't want to see Dhiraj that way. There was so much that Dhiraj was doing for him. There was an immeasurable amount of joy, colors and pleasure that Dhiraj was giving him. He doesn't want to see this man hurt. So Nakul pulled Dhiraj into a kiss. A kiss just on the lips. A kiss that was trying to convey how much he cared for Dhiraj. And Dhiraj kissed him back. He successfully avoided an unwanted yet unerasable part of his life once again.
'All I need in my life is Nakul. I need no one else.'
The important questions were left behind. Instead their tongues filled with lust took over. Those tongues colliding together just felt.....liberating.
"Tell me what you want me to do?" Dhiraj said with a will to do anything for his baby.
And how can Nakul not oblige? "Get down on your knees and suck me off. All nice. And slow" commanded Nakul.
"As you wish master" the servant Dhiraj got down on his knees to serve his master. He opened his mouth, taking all of the top of Nakul's cock in his mouth. Bopping his head back and forth while he used his tongue to play with the little hole on top. His tongue rimmed the little hole that was oozing precum while his hands got engaged with jerking off his own cock shamelessly.
Nakul grinned at that sight. Watching Dhiraj that way brought him a strange sense of pleasure. Maybe because the most arousing feeling in this world is when someone is ready to do anything for you. He placed his hands on either side of Dhiraj's head, readying him to do what's next. Their eyes meet. Dhiraj's eyes were drowned in lust, there was nothing more arousing than that sight for Nakul.
"Now open up your throat for me. You will do that for me right?" Nakul smiled at him as he shoved his cock deeper inside Dhiraj's mouth. Dhiraj opened himself up deeper. 'That's it. Fuck. This is what I'm addicted to. Your throat is so good.' Nakul started moving himself slowly, trying to warm his dick to Dhiraj's throat.
"This is what I want. Ahhh....Your throat is so tight. Just right. It definitely knows how to please me."
Dhiraj's eyes welled up in tears but a smile was visible on the corners of his mouth as he heard Nakul praising him. His throbbing dick was craving too. More specifically, Dhiraj's dick ached to be touched by Nakul's lips. So he made his request.
"Caf yuh bow me tof?" [Can you blow me too?] Dhiraj said while taking in Nakul's dick.
'Fuck. These vibrations from his throat.' "Don't talk with my dick in your mouth. You will make me come...."
So Dhiraj paused for a second. He purposefully clenched his throat tightly before letting it go, almost making Nakul come.
Fuckkkkkkkkk. That just made me come. He looked at Dhiraj puzzled, not understanding why Dhiraj stopped.
"Can you blow me too?" Dhiraj said with a mischievous smile on his face and his puppy eyes. Nakul smirked, well understanding the intention behind that smile. 'The dog knows how to use his charms.'
"Well. A good dog needs to earn his reward. So won't you please your master first?" suggested Nakul, playing the game that Dhiraj had started.
"Okay. I'll please my master so that my master will reward me well. Hehe" Dhiraj replied, wearing that smug smile as he returned back to his task.
He was pleased with himself. After all, he had made Nakul choose drowning into the pleasure over trying to seek answers to some important questions.
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