Forever 💘(completed)

Chapter 22 🔞

A few months later, Virat stood before the kitchen slab, stirring the food, when he felt arms sneak from behind him.

"Hello baby," Rohit spoke huskily in his ear. Virat smiled.

"Ro! You're back!" he said excitedly. Rohit hummed in response and nuzzled his head deeper into Virat's shoulder.

"Jaaiye, ready hoke aaiye and we'll have dinner, okay?" Virat instructed as he ruffled his husband's hair with one hand.

"Nahi jaaunga," Rohit's muffled voice came and Virat laughed.

"Ro, kya kar rhe hain aap, aap--aah! Rohit! What the hell!," Virat yelped as Rohit bit down between his shoulder and neck.

"Shh, Vi," Rohit ordered and continued kissing and occasionally biting down on Virat's skin. Virat controlled himself and spoke in a strained voice," Ro, please... the gas is on... go and get freshened up."

Rohit made a noise at the back of his throat and grudgingly went away, taking a glass full of water and ice cubes. Virat released his breath.

He had just taken the pan off the gas stove when he felt arms again sneaking on his waist. Virat closed his eyes at the touch.

"Ro, gas," Virat whispered. Rohit forwarded his hand and turned off the knob. He massaged Virat's waist gently, nipping at his neck softly. Virat held the slab tightly to keep himself upright.

"Ro..." he breathed.

"Yes baby," Rohit said and turned Virat to face himself.

Virat immediately hugged Rohit around the shoulders while Rohit leaned into him and kissed his lips.

"Ro...mmhgh.."

Rohit trailed his lips towards his husband's earlobes.

"Vi..." Rohit cupped his hands over Virat's ass, kneading them softly. Virat, unable to control himself, threw his head back. His hands moved on Rohit's back on their own. Rohit opened and tugged down Virat's pants, leaving him in his boxers and shirt. He further brought his hands to Virat's lower thighs and Virat jumped into his arms, finally losing all control.

Not relenting on the kisses everywhere he could kiss, Rohit moved them to their bedroom and gently laid Virat down on their king-sized bed. Rohit unentangled himself from Virat's vice-like grip and Virat opened his eyes, feeling cold.

Rohit smiled down at him, kissed his forehead, and made a gesture of two seconds with his fingers. Virat again closed his eyes.

Rohit got out of his own clothes first and then opened Virat's shirt buttons one by one, pulling it off completely along with the last remaining cloth on his body, his boxers. Rohit admired the piece of art his husband was. He bent down and kissed the long scar that ran through his abdomen.

Virat squirmed in embarrassment, his eyes shy and cheeks blushing. Virat tried to cover himself with his hands, not looking at Rohit.

"Vi baby, you trust me?" Rohit asked very softly.

Virat immediately bobbed his head up and down and shut his eyes tightly. There was no one in the world he could trust more than Rohit. Rohit smiled and once more kissed his shy husband's forehead.

He then removed Virat's hands away from his body and held them down by his sides, going down on his chest again.

Virat's eyes flew wide open when he felt a tongue rolling around his nipples. Rohit took his time while rolling his tongue on both nipples, giving full attention to each one. He slowly started biting them and suddenly bit down so hard that Virat's body jerked up.