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Ram suddenly felt a chill. He unconsciously approached to the heat source and then felt the hand on his waist tightened. The heat breath spit out to his ears, and Ram fell into Bheem's arms.
The sky was still dim. Ram blinked his eyes and spent some time observed the current situation - he heard the birds chirping, the stream flowing in the distance, but more than ever, he felt the warmness sent out from the skin that contacted to Bheem's, as well as the aroma of shea and sandalwood that immersed his whole body.
Ram smiled. My husband, he thought.
He tried to turn around but found that he couldn't move. To be precise, his whole body was sore to the bottom. He was managed to lift himself up, but also felt part of his body was agitated by the movement - Ram's eyes widened.
Bheem is still inside him!
Bheam's slightly flaccid cock fit perfectly as if it were part of his body. Ram moved to get out but was pulled back by Bheam, who was half awake.
Ram let out a groan, and the shifting position made Ram swallow Bheem even deeper.
Even though this majestic beast was asleep, it still gave him a great sense of oppression.
"Bh..Bheam, wait...ha!" He struggled to use his elbows to nudge the person behind him but was restrained and found himself face down buried in the mattress.
He felt Bheam spread his thighs with his knees, and lift his heels to make their connection stronger, which made him spread wider above Bheam. Bheam's hand pressed heavily on Ram's hamstrings, and the soreness made Ram groan again.
Ram struggled to hold up his upper body, but Bheam began to thrust forward and back of his body, the movement was not easy at first, yet he knew Ram’s every weak point as well as the sensitive spots they found out last night.
Bheam kissed his nape, moving one hand to the middle and drawing circles along his navel, while the other hand pressed the area between his pubic bone and anus at the same time, rubbing the sensitive scrotum lightly. With his hands fixed on Ram's waist, he lifted him up and sat him down on top. Ram can't break free now, he can only groan with Bheem's every movement.
Ram frowned, feeling that Bheam had grown bigger in his body, but the layers of pleasure couldn't reach the top no matter what. He could only pat Bheem's arm, and Bheem understood and speed up the pumping.
Bheem pressed kisses on Ram’s Adam apple and collarbone. His hands didn't leave Ram's hard, swollen cock behind. He first teased the tip and then held it in his fist, moving up and down with the rhythm. Under the double stimulation, Ram shot in Bheam's hand not long after, and almost at the same time, Bheam also bit Ram's shoulder and shot into Ram's body.
They fell on top of each other panting, their sweaty hugs bringing a little coolness under the night wind. Every climax is a small death, Ram thought in a daze, forgetting where he saw the sentence.
Ram moved his body with difficulty. He never thought that sex would be so physically exhausting, maybe it was because his partner was Bheam, Ram thought.
After an unknown time, he felt in a trance that his back was being kissed softly, and Bheem's kiss gradually descended along the beautiful line, where it was pierced by a tree stump, still lingering in the healing wound for a long time.
In order to kiss Ram's flank, Bheem slowly pulled out his cock.
Just when Ram felt relieved, he suddenly felt the moist touch of his anus, and a softly and flexibly thing penetrated into the opening that was not closed.
Bheam turned out to be—
"No, no! No!" Ram clutched the sheet tightly to escape the swirl of shame, but his clenched fingers were caught by Bheam's free hand, leading them to interlace.
Ram tried his best to ignore the tsk-tsk sound that was close to his ears. Bheem delicately licked the tender meat with his tongue and worked hard to clean up the traces he had just left. Ram couldn't help but shaking his waist. He didn’t know whether he wanted to escape or get closer.
After an unknown amount of time, Bheem finally raised his head contentedly and whispered in Ram's ear.
"Anna, you taste so sweet," Ram whimpered at the deep, resonant voice and burries himself completely in the mattress.
Ram was too shy to speak at the moment.
"Ram, look at me." Bheam coaxed and rubbed his nose against Ram’s nape and turned Ram over. He gently but irrefutably removed Ram's hands that covered his face. Bheam looked at those long eyelashes, which were tightly closed because of embarrassment, and stroked Ram's cheek with his fingertips, blowing gently at Ram until those beautiful eyes were finally willing to open.
Bheam looked at the eyelashes that fluttered like butterfly wings, the eyelids red with shyness, and the tears forced from pleasure and felt that the most beautiful scenery in the world was nothing but this.
"Bheem, kiss me."
May time stop forever at this moment, Bheem thought as he bit Ram’s lips.
***
Ram spread out in Bheem's arms, he was too tired to lift a finger. He sighed and enjoyed Bheem's stroking and massage - Bheem carefully wiped Ram's body with clean water, of course, he did not forget to clean the semen in the anus, and smeared the acupoint with herbal ointment to soothe the enlarged sphincter - God knows where he learned all those knowledge from.
Ram closed his eyes to leave himself to Bheem's service, and started to recall the amazing banquet held last night.
With the atmosphere of laughter, wonderful dances, and delicious food, the Gond people gathered in the square around the campfire to share the joy and celebrate the return of their lost child!
Mary took the lead in dancing as the focus of the audience, the elders picked up their musical instruments and drum for accompaniment. As if the scene was not lively enough, Mary began to pull the villagers to join in. The villagers held each other's hands, high-fives, and pats on the shoulders in pairs, making a circle after another.
Ram and Bheam clapped aside next to each other, but they were also pulled up to dance by Mary. "Come together, Anna!" The two smiled at each other and both held Mary's hand. Finally, when the music stopped, Bheam and Ram also danced along with the rotation and crashed into each other's arms.
The joy on Bheam's face also lit up Ram. Bheam happily hugged Ram, then kissed Ram's face under the coaxing of everyone, and then shyly led Ram back to his seat.
"Bhargav! Come! Bring some delicious food for your elder brother to taste!" Bheem shouted at the crowd, and soon after, Ram saw a young man in his early 30s with loose hair. He got out with a dinner plate.
"Bhaiya, I'm here!" Balgo had a bright smile on his face, like a magician, he took out portions of food from the plate in his hand and placed them in front of Ram. Ram shook his head and accepted with a smile. He wanted to thank him, but Balgo had slipped back into the crowd.
"Anna, you stay here, I'll be back later." Bheem blinked and left mischievously.
"What a nice person, don’t you think so?" Ram heard the woman sitting next to him complimenting him. Ram turned his head to look at her. Under the firelight, the two braids hanging around his ears and the big piercing eyes reminded him of his best friend Sita.
"Of course, he is Bheama." His Bheam, Ram added in his heart.
The woman giggled. "Men are so stupid when they fall in love, sigh, when will my spring come?" She pouted then stretched out a hand to Ram. "Suruka."
"Raju." They greeted briefly and shook hands.
"You're so lucky to see the beauty as soon as you come." Suruka patted Ram's shoulder vigorously and made Ram staggered forward.
At this moment, the solemn music sounded, and when Ram raised his head, he looked at the man who appeared with the support of everyone in disbelief. "My God!" Ram muttered to himself.
Bheam now only wears a white Dhoti, with gold edges that stands out against the firelight. Red dots on his forehead embellished jewelry on his upper body, and bells tied to his ankles, making every step he stepped on a pleasant sound.
"This reaction is valid. You don't know how much dye it took me to dye his clothes." Suruka looked at Ram's fascinated appearance and nodded with satisfaction.
"Enjoy it all, Bhaiya."
However, Ram didn't hear a word, he could only see Bheam in his eyes. Only with the lotus fingers he twisted with the music, his agile steps and the gestures to express the gratitude and admiration to gods. He was so beautiful, dancing in the firelight, with the music, Bheam tapped rhythm after rhythm on the ground, the language of the ancient gods.
Ram watched as Bheem waved his arms to draw a circle, folded them in front of his chest, then pushed them forward, holding the sky with one hand and pressing the ground with the other. It showed the changes of the seasons and also knocked into Ram's heart.
He doesn't know when the dance ended nor when they got back to Bheam's hut. He only knew that they kissed fiercely in the next second. The back of Bheam's head slammed on the door, and Ram rushed forward like a hungry tiger, but he was only hugged by Bheam. He even lifted Ram, let his legs clamp his waist, and then stepped towards the bed, their lips and teeth never parted during the period. Bheam stumbles over something, but no one cares.
When they finally undressed each other, both sighed contentedly. Bheam asked Ram to sit on the bed, while he knelt in front of Ram. He raised Ram's feet and kissed his instep softly. The stubble rubbed against the skin that few people would touch. Ram could only endure the tingling feeling and grasped the quilt tightly.
Bheam's nose rubbed against Ram's injured knee, and the breath in his nose breathed out on the susceptible skin, making Ram's hair stand on end. Ram instinctively rejected this unfamiliar feeling but longed for more. He combed Bheem's hair with his fingers and raised his head and moaned as the wetly kisses pressed along the inner thigh.
"Bheam, my Bhima." Ram sighed and stroke Bheam's cheek, watching the tender eyes staring at him from the bottom up, Ram remembered that when he was grooming his beard in Delhi, he had that particular harmless doe eyes of him, yet they both knew who was the real beast.
Bheam rubbed the tip of his nose against Ram's cock, which was gradually rising, pursed his lips and—
"Ram," a deep voice sounded in his ear, Ram gradually opened his eyes in confusion. The fantasy was too real, causing Ram to be a little confused now. The hazy light penetrated into the window, and he could see his own appearance reflected in those brown eyes - Ram saw himself flushed and spread in Bheem's arms. "You got an erection," Bheam said softly.
"Yeah," Ram replied softly, and then rubbed Bheem intimately. "I'm thinking about something..."
Bheam narrowed his eyes and looked at him. "What is it, Anna? What makes you so fascinating about?"
"I was thinking of you." Ram snickered, rubbing the corner of Bheem's lips with his thumb, who simply grabbed the naughty finger and placed it on his chest.
"I'm right next to you, but you're already thinking of me?" Bheem sniffed Ram's neck and bit the tendons with his teeth, causing Ram to lift his waist and make his lower body fit better Bheam.
"I was thinking about you yesterday..." Ram shook his waist slightly but was pinched by a big hand. Bheam lifted Ram's legs and put them on his body, holding Ram's buttocks and rubbing against him.
Bheem still felt guilty about the traces he left on Ram. Looking carefully at the bruises and hickeys all over his lover's lower body, he remembered last night’s madness and drowning feelings. "Don't you want to know what did I just dream about?" Ram asked with a smile.
Bheem looked at his lover with a complicated expression, Ram spread out his arms and gave him the brightest smile he had ever seen. He sighed and leaned down, took those lips tenderly, he doubted he would ever feel bored of.
"You're going to leave at dawn, so let's rest." Bheem finally let go of Ram's lips and kissed against his forehead.
"I won't be able to see you for a month, should you take the responsibility to remind me of you?" Ram blinked his beautiful eyes, pointed down between his ravine with one hand, stuck out his tongue, and licked his lips.
Seeing Bheam's ears that were red with shyness, Ram smiled happily. In the end, Bheam helped Ram change into a new dress, wrapped him in his arms, and sealed the sweetness of the room with a quilt.
"Go to sleep, Anna. I'll call you when the time is up." Bheam hummed a lullaby, patted Ram with one hand, and stroked his hair to lure him to sleep.
Ram felt that he would drown in this endless tenderness, and he was happy with it.
The happiness that rose from his heart ran in his whole body. Ram listened to Bheem's heartbeat and the stable woody aura on his body, and slowly closed his eyes.
***
Bheem hummed an unnamed tune, which is a long-term chapter, recording people's expectations and thoughts. Bheem looked at the defenseless look of the person in his arms and felt that the softest part of his heart also rose and fell with his breathing.
The sun draws our shadow in the sky and the earth *Note
Bheam remembered the innumerable days and nights in Derry, where they roamed the tracks with oil lamps and sticks, against the stars and the moon, chasing the smoking mechanical monsters like children.
I think of you by singing, will you put me in your heart?
Bheam remembered how Ram was so tired that he fell asleep on his desk. He carefully crossed the pile of books all over the floor and came to Ram in silence. He watched the fan blow the pages of the book, and the words like earthworms swayed with the wind. Bheam could see the words come to life, turning into butterflies and flying out of the window.
I think of you by singing, will you put me in your heart?
Ram didn't tell him about his past, and the truth revealed by Sita was burning him like a flame. His brave and unrepentant lover, how did he get through the days full of smoke, bullets, and flames, and whether there is still a world in his dream that can accommodate the loneliness of this life? Bheam kisses Ram's hair and closes his eyes.
My family, my love.
Go to sleep, my half, good night.
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