Hidden Feelings~ M-M Romance 18+ 💦🥵🔥

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Aryan and Sahil are in a passionate relationship that they keep hidden from the world, a secret garden of love that they tend to in the quiet moments when they're alone.

Aryan let out a little grunt as his back hit the bedroom door, his arms immediately going around Sahil's shoulders, pulling him closer.

Sahil responded by gripping Aryan’s hips hard enough to bruise, dragging their bodies flush together as their tongues clashed, hot and desperate.

As they stand in the dimly lit room, their eyes lock, a silent promise of pleasure to come.

Their eyes locked—silent, intense, loaded with everything they hadn’t said.

Aryan’s breath caught in his throat as Sahil leaned in just slightly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Are you ready?"

He nodded.

The air between them was too charged, too heavy with everything they were feeling.

Aryan’s hand brushed his cheek, rough yet reverent. “You drive me crazy,” he muttered, his eyes darkening.

Their lips met in a slow, burning kiss—soft at first, then deeper, hungrier. Aryan’s fingers traced Sahil’s jaw, tilting his face just so, their breaths mingling in the charged space between them.

"I’ve missed this," Sahil murmured against Aryan’s mouth, his voice rough with want. "Missed what?" Aryan teased, nipping at Sahil’s lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. "You".

The taste of him—mint and something darker, something theirs—sent a shiver down Aryan’s spine.

Sahil’s hands slid down, fingers digging into the curve of Aryan’s ass, lifting him just enough to grind their hips together in a slow, filthy roll.

They were at Aryan's house with Sahil's and Aryan's parents downstairs but, the two were fucking horny and wanted nothing but to fuck as hard as they wanted.

The sound of their parents' laughter floats down the stairs, a gentle reminder that they must be careful.

Aryan gasped as Sahil’s teeth grazed his throat, his fingers tightening in the fabric of Sahil’s shirt.

The muffled sound of their parents’ conversation drifted up from downstairs, mingling with the ragged rhythm of their breathing.

However, the room wasn't sound proof and they didn't want to mentally scare the four downstairs, but they knew they could stall and tease each other until the others left, since Sahil's parents wanted to spend this weekend with Aryan's parents.

Sahil’s knee pressed between Aryan’s thighs, and he bit back a moan, arching into the friction.

“Quiet,” Sahil growled against his skin, but his own voice was unsteady.

The two pulled away, Sahil didn't waste any time in moving down to Aryan's neck, kissing and nipping, licking and sucking.

Aryan’s breath hitched as Sahil’s mouth burned a path down his throat, each kiss and bite sending sparks of pleasure through his nerves.

His fingers tangled in Sahil’s hair, holding him close even as his hips jerked forward, seeking more of the delicious friction between them.

The distant murmur of their parents’ laughter from downstairs was a fragile thread of reality—one they both ignored, lost in the heat of the moment.

Sahil’s tongue swirled over the pulse point beneath Aryan’s jaw before sucking hard, leaving a mark that would bloom purple by morning.

They knew they could stall and tease each other until the others left, since Sahil's parents wanted to spend this weekend with Aryan's parents.

Aryan’s breath stuttered as Sahil’s teeth scraped over the tender skin of his throat, his fingers tightening in the dark silk of Sahil’s hair.

The pressure of Sahil’s knee between his thighs was maddening—just enough to tease, not enough to satisfy—and Aryan arched against him with a bitten-off whimper.

“Shh,” Sahil murmured, but his own control was fraying, his voice rough as he dragged his lips back up to claim Aryan’s mouth again.

The kiss was slow this time, deliberate, a counterpoint to the restless grind of their hips.

"Oh, you're so lucky we're waiting..." Sahil muttered against Aryan’s neck, his breath hot and uneven as his fingers tightened possessively on his hips.

Aryan chuckled, the sound low and breathless, his lips brushing Sahil’s ear as he teased, "I know, that's the point. We gotta tease until they leave, right?~" "Mm..."

Sahil growled in response, nipping at Aryan’s earlobe before dragging his tongue along the shell of his ear, savoring the way Aryan shuddered against him.

Sahil moved his lips back up to Aryan's, kissing him deeply—a slow, consuming fire that made Aryan's knees weak.

Aryan smiled against his mouth, kissing back just as fiercely, fingers tightening in Sahil's hair to keep him close.

Their tongues slid together, hot and slick, the taste of mint and desperation sharp between them.

Sahil's hands roamed down Aryan's back, pressing him flush against the door, their bodies aligned in a way that made Aryan's breath hitch.

A soft groan escaped Sahil's throat as Aryan arched into him, their hips rolling together in a rhythm that was almost unbearable.

The muffled creak of the stairs made them freeze—Aryan’s father’s voice calling up, distant but unmistakable.

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TO BE CONTINUED.....

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