Cricketing hearts - Chapter 72: Chapter 72

I mean I know that's just an excuse for me being single but hey you guys are also reading it instead of going out so you all are not much better as well okay
Oh yeah and I was thinking to give a warning before starting the smut coz some of you all are still innocent...but tbh this whole chapter will be just smut so I would suggest to not read this chapter as it's an epilogue anyways.
But don't worry I will continue to give updates on my other ishman books regularly.
So lets get started with this update ::
"Daddy push harder,"
"Princess I can't be more fast than this."
"Please daddy, faster."
"No baby, what if you fall down." Shubman hummed still pushing the swing a bit more hardly.
Urvashi giggled enjoying the moment.
"Hey Shub, come inside. It seems like it would rain soon." Mayank called out while picking up Sarank in his arms as well.
"Nuh I want to enjoy the swing more." Urvashi pouted as Shubman pulled her out.
"Baby you are going to spend two days in here. I am sure you will get plenty of time to enjoy in Mayank Uncle's garden."
"Okay, fine. But can I at least go on the elephant slide once more before we go in?" Urvashi pleaded.
"Okay, one more time but that's it," Shubman agreed, pushing her up at the slide.
"Why didn't Ishan came with you?" Sara asked after taking the kids in their room.
"He was tired," Shubman shrugged drinking the orange juice.
"What did you to my son huh?" Mr Sharma asked taking a seat beside him.
"Oh nothing much, just what a married couple do. " Shubman murmured.
"You all are so gross," Mayank sighed shaking his head.
"Oh come on babe, it ain't like you didn't did the same to me tons of time." Sara snorted making Mayank choke loudly.
"Babe," Mayank winced, his face burning with embarrassment.
"Oh by the way Shubman, you didn't hurt him like last time naa?" Mr Sharma raised his eyebrows.
"That was 10 years ago and it was a one time mistake," Shubman whined remembering that time.
It was during the ipl season probably in 2030. Shubman went to Ishan's hotel room to surprise him but he instead got a surprise when he saw him masturbating while watching porn.
Seeing Ishan getting off by watching other men had ticked Shubman in the wrong way so he ended up with punishing Ishan in the hotel room with the toys he always carried in his bag.
They used to be a horny couple at that time, having too many weird kinks. So using handcuffs, gag and a vibrator on Ishan for 15-20 minutes was common. Ishan was also comfortable with that sort of punishments but that day Shubman accidentally went too far.
He left Ishan in his room with a vibrator up his ass on full mode, hand and legs tied with the silk rope and a gag on his mouth for a few minutes.
He initially just wanted to bring some wine and ice for some more dirty stuff he will do on Ishan later on but forgot about it when he met the other members already downing with shots. A few minutes of fun won't hurt much right? But then that turned into 2 hours.
And when Shubman came back to the room he deeply regretted it.
They had stopped using toys ever since then and the whole ict knows about that incident. Everyone almost bit off Shubman's head when they got to know what he did.
Ishan was not hurt much though except his ass was sore for a few days. And he had to miss one match with the excuse of back spasm.
He was also very angry at Shubman and didn't let him touch him for a whole month.
Shubman knows how difficult that time was. But now look at them all grown up and having sex barely once in a while just like his parents.
And ever since Urvashi, they didn't had sex even once. Ishan would just give him a blowjob or a handjob but that was it. He wouldn't let Shubman do anything to him, because he always wanted to have his ears up in case Urvashi wanted them.
"Besides we didn't had sex last night, so your son is well. Don't worry about him uncle,"
"Can't we have a conversation without these words? What if kids hear us?" Mayank scowled, done with everyone. Especially his dad.
"Sarank and Urvashi are inside their room playing with Maira, some sort of card game. They are too busy to listen our talks, don't worry" Sara replied.
"Still w-"
Shubman's phone buzzed. It was Ishan. He shamelessly interrupted Mayank's conversation and picked up the call.
"Ishan?" Sara raised her eyebrows. The smile on Shubman's face was enough to confirm it was Ishan.
When Shubman was done and put his phone back in his pocket everyone were staring at him.
"I am so-"
"Sorry but I have to go now because of some urgency? It's okay Shub, you can." Mayank deadpanned.
"I- I didn't meant to-"
"But it's urgent so you have to go. We understand it shub, just go to your husband." Mayank again replied.
Mr Sharma laughed while giving a high five to Sara.
"Come on Shub, Ishan is waiting." Mr Sharma snorted and Shubman while being embarrassed bid his goodbyes.
"Mmph," Ishan squeaked out pulling away from Shubman.
Both of them breath loudly while Shubman was still gripping his waist and Ishan had his legs wrapped around his torso being pressed againt the counter of the kitchen.
Ishan was just baking some brownies when Shubman came back.
The first thing he saw when he entered inside was Ishan shimmying his booty at the 'Chikni Chameli' song buzzing loudly through speakers.
That was enough to make him remember what Ishan promised him last night.
So here he was pressing his husband against the counter and devouring him.
Ishan would lie if he said that didn't turned him on. Seeing Shubman messily roaming his hands all over Ishan's body. Even when they were in forties, Shubman was still gripping his hip like he still loved every dip and curve of Ishan.
"Shub, not in here." Ishan whimpered.
"But baby nobody is here." Shubman murmured against his neck, playing with the hem of Ishan's shorts.
"Still, I am baking brownies. I don't want to mess up the counter."
"Do you love the counter more or me?" Shubman whined.
"I love you more but going to the room won't even take much time,"
"You have gone vanilla,"
"Hey! Don't forget what I did last night huh...you were begging for the release," Ishan scowled.
"Teasing me while giving a bj doesn't count. You used to be such a beast while riding me but look at you now, can't even let me bend you over the counter babe," Shubman smirked.
"Ouh yeah, Are you challenging me Mr Gill?"
"What if I am challenging you Mr Gill?"
"Challenge accepted," Ishan muttered before pulling him closer and kissing him hard.
Shubman groaned into the kiss as Ishan started sucking his lips and roamed his hands all over Shubman's body.
Shubman threw his head back as Ishan started palming him through his jeans and lead his kisses all over Shubman's jaw.
"Fuck babe, I can't wait anymore." Shubman groaned grabbing Ishan by his hips and turned him over at the counter.
Ishan yelped feeling the cold counter under him as his legs dangled across the counter.
"Atleast warn me first," Ishan growled and Shubman kissed his cheek from behind.
"I am so sorry babe...but I just want to feel you, I can't wait anymore." Shubman murmured pressing a kiss just behind his ear while removing Ishan's shorts and boxers leaving him bare for Shubman.
"Okay, prep me fast. It had been so long since I took you," Ishan muttered slightly pushing his ass up in the air.
Shubman kissed the back of his neck as he took out the small bottle of lube from his pocket.
"Ready?" Shubman asked, his voice sounding a bit strange.
"Yeah," Ishan's stomach clenched, goosebumps covering his skin.
Shubman laid a warm hand, low on his back and Ishan shivered, his fingers clenched around the marble of the counter as he clenched his hole around air.
"Easy," Shubman muttered, running his hand over Ishan's ass and Ishan exhaled slowly, forcing the tension out of his back and legs. It had been so long since he became this intimate with Shubman.
The first graze of Shubman's lubed fingertips against his hole made Ishan, his cock was fully hard now.
He moaned as Shubman pried his cheeks apart and rubbed lube between them. His finger caught on Ishan's hole and Ishan squirmed, trying to push back against the finger, take it in.
"No patience at all," Shubman chuckled holding Ishan still with one hand on his hip and sliding a finger of the other up and down along Ishan's rim, little drags over his hole that made him twitch and whine.
"Stop teasing me," Ishan growled.
Shubman, being the prick he is, didn't listened, and continued rubbing at his hole, slick pressure that circled in and then fell away. It was maddening.
Ishan squirmed, toes curling, as Shubman continued rubbing teasingly at Ishan's hole. It was immensely frustrating.
"I hate you," Ishan groaned making Shubman chuckle.
"But someone told me they love me the most in this whole world yesterday," Shubman smirked.
"I take it back you're the worst-nngh," Ishan moaned in between when Shubman finally pushed his finger inside.
Shubman started fingering him gently, just one thick finger sliding in and out of Ishan's
*Ding dong*
Both Shubman and Ishan went rigid when they heard the doorbell.
"It must be a student asking to practice on ground even on off days," Ishan murmured getting off from the counter.
"Stay," Shubman said pushing him back and spanking his ass.
"Ahh what the fuck shub," Ishan glared at him.
"I will go and check. You on the other hand, don't you dare move a single inch." Shubman said.
Ishan pouted but nodded his head and staying put.
Shubman walked towards the door and opened it halfly so only slight bit of hallway was visible to the outsider.
"Good afternoon sir," The guy murmured.
"Good afternoon, are you a new student?" Shubman asked not recognizing him.
"Yeas sir I joined recently. Sorry for disturbing on holiday, I just needed permissi—"
"Yes you may use the ground for practice on the holidays," Shubman said and closed the door at his face.
He quickly went back to the kitchen seeing Ishan still laying down on the counter.
But he was fingering himself.
"What I told about staying put? You couldn't even wait for me huh?," Shubman muttered seeing Ishan stopping his movements and pulling out his fingers from his ass.
"I-I-I"
"You want something inside your hole so bad baby that you didn't even cared to listen to me?"
"I am sorry,"
"Sorry won't fix it sweetheart," Shubman retorted shoving his own shorts down and pulled out his cock.
Reaching for the lube on the slab he quickly slicked up his own hard cock before moving over Ishan's body.
He pushed into him in one long thrust, groaning in relief. This was exactly what he had been craving for all day. This.
Ishan groaned out, arching his back while his hole squeezed onto Shubman's cock.
Shubman moaned while burying his face against Ishan's neck, his hips already thrusting hard and fast.
He loved this, loved how little control he had over his body, becoming a mindless animal everytime he put his cock into his husband. It was absolutely maddening.
He fucked Ishan so hard the drawers started making a noise with each thrust. Ishan was groaning and writhing desperately under him.
"D-dont stop– I am gonna come ...aaah gonna come,"
"You will get to come only when I let you to and not a moment sooner," Shubman said kissing his neck.
"I hate you," Ishan grit out shivering at the feeling.
"I love you too now tell me who do you belong to," Shubman slipped his hand down and gripped it around the base of Ishan's cock.
"Don't be an asshole," Ishan whimpered thrashing beneath him.
"I am waiting," Shubman said stroking his dick with other hand.
"Aah you! I belong to you," Ishan growled.
Shubman shuddered, unable to remain still, his hips started moving, thrusting hard into Ishan's hole. His grip still firm on the base of Ishan's cock, not letting him cum.
"Aaah please— please Shub– please,"
"Please what?" Shubman said into his ear, licking it. It was probably messed up how much he loved hearing Ishan beg. They were in their forties. They had a child. Still he always craved for Ishan to be like this. Under him. Begging for release. He wanted Ishan to be desperate for him. Even when they were in fifties or when their hair would turn grey. He still wanted Ishan to need him like like he needed air to breathe.
As if reading his thoughts Ishan turned his head kissing Shubman's jaw desperately.
"Please let me come, I want to come. I can't hold it in," Ishan groaned.
Pulling out, Shubman flipped Ishan onto his back on the counter before slamming into him again.
Ishan cried out, his arms wrapping around Shubman’s shoulders, fingers digging into his shoulder blades.
He looked obscene, his eyes glazed, his lips parted and bitten red. Shubmam leaned down and kissed him, his cock pounding hard into Ishan’s hole without any rhythm or restraint.
They came together kissing messily and groaning into each other’s mouths.
"This was so good," Ishan whispered hoarsely, looking at him with a soft, dreamy expression in his eyes.
"Do you think it's done huh?" Shubman smirked pulling him by his butt and taking him upstairs.
Ishan's eyes widened as he wrapped his legs around Shubman.
"B-but didn't we just had sex?"
"Yeah after 4 years, and I don't know when i will get to have you in my arms like this again. So I want to fully taint my hunger till then," Shubman muttered kissing him before Ishan could protest.
Within a minute they were laying on the bed with Ishan straddling him. They both were kissing messily while Ishan rubbing both of their erection together.
He pulled away from the kiss breathing heavily but still working his hand on both of their dick.
Shubman stared at him while his breath caught in his throat.
Ishan's eyes shining above cheeks flushed from sleep, his lips parted, and Shubman felt…Fuck, he felt like consuming him. He wanted to have him, needed to put himself on him, in him, crawl his way inside, brand him, love him, use him, take care of him, own him, cram all of him into his
Ishan—
Ishan made a startled sound when Shubman rolled on top of him.
"Ish," he said hoarsely, burying his face in Ishan's neck and mouthing it with greedy sucking sounds.
"Jaan I want you." His hands were already parting Ishan's thighs and stroking them impatiently. He wanted—needed—to put himself inside him, the urgency of that need threatening to swallow him up.
"I can't get enough of you too," Ishan said, sounding surprised and breathless, burying his fingers in Shubman's hair.
The words jolted through him.
He could barely remember lubing his cock again with the cum already flowing out of Ishan's hole when he again pushed in.
Ishan groaned, shuddering. Fuck. There was something about having Shubman's cock inside him that was so satisfying.
Kissing, they moved together, trying to set a slow, steady rhythm, but their body demanded more.
The pleasure built rapidly as the rhythm became fast and hard, the loud sound of their skin slapping together adding to their moans and the squeaking of the bed. It was fast and filthy, Shubman's body hungry for it as it had never been for anything or anyone, as if it wanted to merge them together. He wanted to.
Soon, Ishan's moans grew in volume, becoming whimpers of need. His loud growls were always so arousing but whenever he whimpered. That was beyong satisfying.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Shubman stared at Ishan, watching him come undone—his pale cheeks flushed, his eyes unfocused, his lips parted as Ishan panted raggedly.
Growling, Shubman slammed their mouths together, kissing Ishan messily as he fucked him hard.
I love you, I love you, I love you pumped in his blood as he thrust and thrust, wanting to drive himself deeper and deeper. Ishan's moans took on a pained quality, his arms pulling him tighter as they moved together, losing the rhythm completely.
"Shub—" Ishan croaked out against his mouth, arching and shaking.
"Come on, jaan" Shubman slammed hard into him.
Ishan cried out and came, his walls clenching around Shubman's cock. Groaning, Shubman let go and came, too, panting into Ishan's shoulder as his arms gave out.
They pulled away but still stayed tangled into each other's embrace.
"I want a shower," Ishan muttered getting up from the bed. Shubman whined trying to pull back Ishan in his arms.
"I feel sticky, you didn't even used condom." Ishan said pulling away from him.
"We don't need the condom," Shubman groaned.
"Yeah yeah but now I need to shower coz I am sticky." Ishan said walking towards the bathroom.
Shubman stared at his naked ass which he devoured just a while ago.
Okay don't get horny again.
"You wanna join?" Ishan asked opening the door and looking at Shubman.
Shubman grinned while walking towards him. His eyes were fixed on Ishan all the while.
"Shub?" Ishan asked when Shubman had pulled him into his arms making him sit on the counter of the bathroom.
"I want to kiss you," Shubman muttered pulling Ishan flush against him.
"I want to kiss you too," Ishan murmured.
"Then why are we not kissing yet?"
"Dunno," Ishan said looping his arms around Shubman's neck.
"We must rectify that," Shubman muttered.
And then they were kissing.