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“Banded Krait” Akhtar states, seeing the swollen red bite on an almost unconscious Ram, a growing concern and worry in his heart, clearly visible on the curly head’s face.
“Bindiya, get me some burning coal,
“Jangu, get a datura root, quickly!” he exclaims as he himself gets up to fetch water to pour over Ram, “keep him awake, don’t let him lose consciousness” he chants internally.
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“Bhai,”
“Bhai,”
Ram flutters his eyes open, examines the room, “it’s mine” he thinks to himself.
“Bhai,” it’s Akhtar, “You’re awake, thank god!!” he beams and collects Ram’s hand and draws it towards himself, in an assuring manner. “Nothing’s going to happen to you, bhai,” he states in his usual optimistic manner but the statement has a desperate tone to it.
Ram begins noticing the pain. No, something worse, an itch? Worse. A burning sensation? Worse. A torrid feel all over his body. It is insufferable, it’s gnawing at him slowly from within, his breathing intensifies.
“Bhai, I want to stay here with you, but I have to leave, it’s very important.” Akhtar says.
Suddenly, Ram jolts up because it sounds like the worst thing that could happen in the entire universe. Being left alone with all this intense indescribable feeling of heat, without Akhtar by his side. His fatigue body limps promptly,
“Bhai, don’t do that, you’re not in the condition to move about-“ Akhtar readjusts him to the bed quick but gentle.
“A-Akhtar, please stay… I-I don’t feel well,” he whimpers, squirming in hopes of positioning himself in a way that would release the burning heat he feels all over his body, his screaming hot (pun intended ;3) body.
“Bhai, you’re going to be alright, the antidote is taking effect, you just have to persevere through it for some time.” Akhtar tries consoling Ram, decides it’s better if he doesn’t reveal the intense effect of datura root on one’s body.
“Akhtar, I n-need… something, I can’t t-tolerate it…” Ram clutches to Akhtar’s arm, leaving nail marks and drawing blood in the process.
“I can’t b-bear this…”
“H-help me...now” he hisses, glaring at Akhtar with fire-like intensity in his eyes.
Ram snakes his hand towards his crotch, where the heat is the most unbearable. Expecting friction to help, he places his arm between his thighs and attempts to rock his hips.
The sight is doing something to Akhtar, seeing his anna in this vulnerable and dare he say, shameless state, is quite a spectacle.
“A-Akhtar,” Ram cries, lying on his side, his hips still rocking, back arched like a lynx’s.
“I beg you…”
“Anna…” Akhtar, with his undergarments tightening, is unable to do anything but stare at Ram with awe.
His anna, making these lewd expressions,
his flushed pink cheeks,
batting his mink lashes,
slaver running down his neck,
perfect soft locks falling on his bewitchingly beautiful face,
he is in complete awe…
Ram ceases humping his arm, realising it’s doing little to ease the heat. He turns to Akhtar, who is on the side of the bed with his shoulders and face tense and flushed.
“Strip m-me…off” Ram demands as he musters the limited amount of energy he has in his fragile venom-filled body. Akhtar doesn’t do anything, “Bhai, h-how can I..??” he mumbles. “Y-You did this to m-me… that a-antidote,” Ram begins, “You better t-take res..ponsibi..lity.”
Akhtar feels a sense of guilt hit him, Ram was telling the truth. The datura is notorious for the acute aphrodisiac effect it has on consumers, he cannot fathom the degree of suffering Ram is going through now. Looking at his anna struggling helplessly on the bed pierces him in his heart, and he makes up his mind. “Alright, anna, let me help you feel good.”
A smirk falls on Ram’s soft features. Akhtar begins unbuttoning his anna’s shirt and gets rid of his pants and holy thread. He looks at Ram for his permission. After a dazed nod from his anna, he cups his hands on Ram’s crotch. It elicits a firm grip on his shoulder and a breathy moan from Ram. It gives Akhtar incentive to go further, and go further he does. He gets rid of Ram’s underwear and grabs the member in his hand, stroking it gently. He places his other hand on Ram’s hip to balance the older man.
“A-Akhtar, use your m-mouth…”
He does just that, he places a kiss on the tip of the cock and wraps his lips around the member, going deeper each time. “A-aH…” Akhtar hears Ram’s pretty moans and feels his curls being pulled with vigour, which only encourages him. He sucks harder on the cock with Ram’s ass high and Akhtar’s strong arms positioning them there in place.
“I-I‘m close…” Ram breathes heavily.
Seconds later, Akhtar is decorated with the seeds of his effort on his face. “Lick it off me, anna” he tells the other. Ram grabs Akhtar’s face with weak hands and starts licking his own seeds off his beloved’s face. Akhtar, drowning in his anna’s beauty, unable to restrain himself, he dives in for a taste of those juicy lips, and a battle of tongues and teeth ensue.
“You’re still hard…” Akhtar notes.
Ram reaches for Akhtar’s crotch and replies “S-Same applies to…you, g-give it, to…me,” he insists. Akhtar disrobes himself from his kurta and dhoti, revealing his chiselled figure and his hung member. Ram grows concerned by the size of the man’s mighty cock.
Ram beckons Akhtar to come closer, once he reaches the bed, Ram places his hands on the back of Akhtar’s thighs. “Anna…” Ram circles his tongue around the younger man’s cock, then wraps his lips around his massive length, rocks his head back and forth while Akhtar grimaces in pleasure. He snakes his fingers around Ram’s rim, massaging it in a circular motion. He spits on his fingers and inserts a finger slowly. Ram moves his hip further to feel the fingers dig deeper in him. Greedy and desperate for friction. Two then, three fingers in. Ram sloppily backs away from sucking Akhtar any further and says “In m-me…now”
Akhtar, unable to wait any longer, shuffles and helps his anna lie on his belly, ass in the air.
Despite his aching hard member, he goes down on his knees and prepares Ram further.
“Anna, is it your first time?” “W-what do… you t-think?” comes the response with a sly tone to it. Akhtar genuinely cannot tell, but to ensure Ram doesn’t get impaired due to his size, he decides to stretch the latter. He spreads Ram’s toned buttocks, starts massaging his entrance with his tongue, in circles and intrudes eventually. Wet and sloppy licking turns into hungry devouring. He grips his anna’s ass harder and sinks himself further into the scent. He licks passionately from the balls till the tailbone, smacks his lips together as he savours the taste of his anna, musky and so sweet. On the other side, Ram muffles his moans in his pillows.
“E-enou…” Ram tries to wriggle out of Akhtar’s hold, but his feeble attempt does nothing against the latter’s firm grip.
Eventually Akhtar releases him, and says “A-Anna, sorry I couldn’t stop, you taste amazing…” Ram turns bright red at Akhtar’s boldness and honesty, and buries himself in the mountain of pillows under him. “J-just do… it, a-already,” he drawls.
Akhtar slowly positions his member against the entrance, slow and steady. Ram could feel the burn despite all the preparation, it doesn’t slide in easy. He was too tight and Akhtar too large. Ram drives back onto Akhtar’s member, exerting all the energy he has left. He wanted him, wanted Akhtar inside of him, wanted this insufferable aching heat to go away.
Akhtar grinds his way in, gradually, stretching him open. He didn’t know it was possible to feel this good, as Ram took him in, clenching down on him and worked his way down. He feels Akhtar’s member growing, fucking him shallow. It was the best he could do due to Ram’s tightness and his monstrous member. But he fucked him hard and fast, in a beautiful rhythmic pattern and fuck. that’s the spot…
“A-Akhtar!!” Ram yelps, turning his head back to face the man behind him.
The man still thrusting deep inside of him, licks off the beads of sweat on Ram’s back from his waist till the nape of his neck. Akhtar then, grabs his anna by his chin and twists his head towards him, Ram is moaning as Akhtar’s mouth take possession of his. The kiss starts out hungry and hard, with Akhtar’s tongue drilling into the other’s, but it slowly turns softer, Ram’s tongue giving up becoming soft and pliant, letting the other explore his mouth and filling him, back and front.
“I-I want to face y-you,” Ram says when released of the passionate kiss. His gorilla-like Akhtar complies immediately, lifting his anna by his waist like he weighs nothing, pulling him into his lap, still deep inside of him. He begins moving, stretching the sweet rim further, hitting his sweet spot every stroke.
Ram gasped and dropped his head on Akhtar’s broad shoulder. Akhtar continued drilling into him, making Ram see stars in his 1100 square feet room. Ram feels his orgasm building, one hand clenching at Akhtar’s shoulders, the other tugging at his soft curls. Akhtar slams into Ram, harder and deeper than before, the position giving them an advantage. Ram screams at the top of his lungs “A-Akhtar…I’m…”
“I’m close too, anna…” the other man groans, eyeing him with an intense look in his eyes, which makes Ram go even crazier.
Not lasting any longer, they both release together, with Ram’s legs wrapping around Akhtar’s hips, feral groans echoing the room.
“How do you feel, anna??” Akhtar turns to ask, only to find Ram passed out under him. He shoves a lock of hair away from his pretty Anna’s face, and places a kiss on his forehead.
He covers his Anna with blankets, dresses himself up after freshening up, with a final glance at Ram, leaves for his mission.
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can’t leave until u clap them cheeks, eyY??
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