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"Are you sure?" Raj asks tentatively, still breathless. Munna replies with a wink and a click of his tongue.
"Sure! Sure! I built the fence up high!" Munna assures Raj loudly and raises a flat palm above his head for reference.
They stumble quickly through the yard, their feet crunching over twigs and dirt. Raj stays close to Munna's larger build, hoping to shield his half-naked body, just in case the fence has holes or a missing slat. They're dressed only in tied-up lungis, their skin both sticky and wet. Munna's wide torso looks at home in the open sun, but Raj tries to hide his smaller form, clutching Munna's hand tightly.
Raj isn't ashamed of his body. The people living in Andhrawala have seen the scars on his chest many times. He knows they see him for who he is. He is only afraid of being caught with Munna like this. Nearly naked and tinged rosy in the afterglow of sex, they are now on their way to share a shower outside. If anyone happened to see the state they are in, it wouldn't be hard to decipher what they've been up to.
Raj walks quickly through the yard with Munna giggling next to him. He is still sensitive between his legs, the residual gush now slathered on his thighs. Each step is a warm and heavy sensation against the still swollen folds and tender muscle. Raj's vocal cords twist for a moment, but he keeps up until they make it to the small washing hut near the edge of the yard.
Munna guides Raj in first with a large palm on his back and yanks at Raj's Lungi as he steps inside to join him. Raj lets out a yell in protest and smacks at Munna's arm with a laugh. Munna bites his lip playfully and pokes his tongue out to tease. He quickly pulls off his own lungi and whips both over the side of the hut wall to hang.
The walls only come up to their chests, and there is no roof to hide under, only an old rusted showerhead attached haphazardly to a stand and hose. The space is tight. They can stand apart without touching, but only barely. Raj decides this isn't exactly something he's inclined to complain about.
Raj's belly heats as he's shown Munna's bare body again. His thick cock is soft but still flushed from his orgasm earlier. Raj is shocked by how strongly he throbs between his legs just at the sight of it again. He tries to swallow down the arousal and moves to turn on the water. He's pleased as the spray comes out warm, and Munna moves closer to whisper in Raj's ear.
"I made that too." Munna purrs and stretches his arms out in front of Raj's body. "I'm very good with my hands."
Munna punctuates the statement by wiggling his fingers playfully. They are thick but still long, and his wide palms engulf Raj's square ones. Munna moves even closer to press his front to Raj's back. He then rests his open palms on Raj's belly, petting and rubbing the sensitive skin.
Raj can feel Munna's belly against his back, with only the barrier of dense hair between them. It's curved and firm, and Munna's hands rub sweetly to spread water across Raj's flushed skin. Raj can feel Munna's cock too, starting to swell again and nudging against Raj's bottom. Raj scoffs at the eagerness and pushes his shoulders back for more contact.
Munna hums deep in his chest, and Raj can feel the vibrations rumble against his shoulder blades. He sighs, enjoying the gentle sensations as Munna moves his head to get closer, suckling kisses into Raj's wet skin. Munna's hands are on Raj's hips now, running circles into soft muscle, inching closer and closer to Raj's pelvis.
Raj wants to slap at him, but Munna bites his neck playfully, and Raj nearly jumps from the sting. Munna clicks his tongue at the reaction and smiles wolfishly.
"Stop getting distracted. We have to get clean." Munna purrs. He continues moving his hands in circles, now under Raj's belly, like he’s trying to scrub his skin with soap.
"You smell so good like this—" Munna breathes, his voice starting to strain. "—but you need a wash. So filthy."
Raj groans low, under his breath, as Munna moves a hand down between his legs and gently cups the flushed mound he finds there. The hold is stiff, trapping Raj's slick between tender folds, moving his hand in a circle to give friction against swelling flesh. Raj feels his pulse there, each movement a new throb of sensation.
"Especially here." Munna laughs, and Raj can feel his smile at his ear, against Raj's skin, trembling under warm breath.
"Do the friends you live with know the filthy things you let me do? Do they know you come to my hut, wet, begging me to fuck you?" Munna asks with deeper pressure under his palm, his voice rumbling like gravel and wind.
Raj wants to protest. He doesn't do that. Well, he doesn't beg. Raj whimpers instead, his hips rotating as Munna continues to move his hand. His bottom presses against Munna's fattening cock and soft underbelly. Raj laughs too, trying to sound confident but only achieving breathlessness.
"Do your friends know you ask me that too?" Raj prods. Munna only chuckles and pushes out his bottom lip in a pout.
"That won't embarrass me. I like it too much." Munna brags, becoming breathless himself.
Raj blushes at the images that conjures, getting Munna on his hands and knees, gripping his hips or powerful thighs, watching as his face shifts from smug arousal to overwhelming desire. Raj's sex throbs again at the memories, and he shudders through it.
"And you like this too much." Munna teases, punctuating the statement with a firm press of his fingers, letting the thick one in the middle slip past coarse hair and tender skin.
The gush of slick makes them both moan, Munna's fingers immediately going wet. Raj can smell himself waft into the air, pungent and heavy. He likes his own smell, and he knows Munna likes it too.
"Mmmm, Pedda." Raj moans.
Munna rubs the pads of his fingers slowly over slick muscle, pressing and persistent. Raj moans as his blood rushes underneath, the friction, the hot breath at his neck, the way he can feel himself swell and pulse more slick. His hips start to rotate on their own, wanting to control Munna’s movements, wanting the drag to be slow and consistent.
Munna grunts again. Raj can feel his cock nudge at his backside more urgently, now thick and swollen enough to feel rigid. Raj groans again and uses his hips to give Munna relief. Munna’s wide hips stutter, and his hand picks up speed. His cock magnetizes itself to reach for Raj, to mold itself between his legs, to get inside again, and to thrust.
They rut against each other under the spray of water, the rivers and lakes rushing down their heated bodies to mix with the viscous slick and sweat they spread on each other. Munna is getting lost in it. His hand picks up speed again, and his hips become insistent. Raj wants to ask him to slow down, but he’s lost too. Soon Munna’s fingers are too much, too fast. Raj yelps, the pressure bordering on painful. He grips Munna's wrist like a vice and tugs.
"No! Munna!" Raj whimpers. Munna stops immediately, his rigid posture going soft and his body swaying back.
"Sorry, Nanna, sorry." Munna coos. "Do you want to stop?"
Munna moves his hand back to Raj's belly and pets the trembling muscles gently. Munna worries he still might be too sensitive so soon after sex. Raj feels a warmth rush through him at the endearing anxiety.
“N-No.” Raj breathes. “Just, slower.”
Munna hums and presses his body back to Raj’s, letting his hand find that soft, wet space again. He slicks his fingers wet, but this time brings them to Raj’s nipples. The noise Raj makes is embarrassing as Munna starts to pull and rub. Munna’s mouth finds Raj’s neck again, and he uses his teeth and tongue to torture him.
It doesn’t take long for Munna to get excited again, his hand traveling back and forth from Raj’s nipples to his swollen sex, passing his palm lovingly over his belly in between. Raj feels like he’s going mad with desire, every touch and brush of skin getting him closer. Even Munna’s fat cock thrusting against his bottom feels tender. Raj's heartbeat is stronger between his legs, through his nipples, and at the low point of his belly.
“Munna, Munna, Pedda!” Raj’s voice cracks as Munna’s wrist rotates, both of them asking for more, desperate for release. Munna removes his hand quickly, and Raj whines at the loss. He brings the hand to his own cock and tugs, pushing it playfully between Raj’s thighs. Munna’s voice is ruined, soft and thin when he speaks, when he begs.
“Oh, let me fuck you, Nanna, please.” Munna sounds so sweet and desperate.
Raj aches to have him inside but huffs a laugh at the power he has over the big man. Raj sways his hips invitingly and presses back. He reaches a hand back to grab the base of Munna’s cock and shakes it playfully.
“This?” Raj asks in a small voice, feigning innocence.
His hand tugs slowly at Munna’s foreskin to reveal the bright, slick head. Munna whines again and places a large palm on Raj’s hip for balance.
“Not inside!” Raj says in a low, commanding voice. “You remember?”
Munna nods wildly, his eyes anxious and his hair wet with water and sweat, plastered flat to his head. Munna’s big body moves with weight as he trembles, waiting patiently.
“Good Abbaya.” Raj whispers and lines Munna’s cock up to sink back on it.
Munna wails at the tight heat that meets him and locks his hands around Raj’s hips. Raj is so soft inside, plush, and warm, like a hot spring on tired muscles. He thrusts fast and hard immediately, and Raj’s moans stutter at the pace. Munna is thick and heavy inside of him, and the stretch pushes against points that make Raj’s hips tremble. Raj’s nipples beg for attention, and so he grabs at them himself, tugging and putting his tongue to his lips as he’s fucked.
The sounds are filthy. Raj can hear Munna’s balls slap against wet skin and the sound of Raj’s slick sliding on Munna’s cock. Raj’s own hand finds himself, and Munna is too gone to pay much attention to anything else. He’s fat and rigid like Munna, his own arousal a substantial shape between his fingers. It’s sensitive, slick, and close. He wants to cum with Munna inside him. He knows Munna can feel him clench and shiver through it, how much Munna loves that.
Raj’s hand picks up. He pulls and presses against himself. Suddenly he can feel Munna grow even thicker, bouncing against the end of himself inside, pressing against that inner entrance that gives such a deep and strange sensation it tumbles Raj over the edge.
“Munna! Munna!” Raj wails. His face hot, his skin flushed and wet, and his eyes closed in pleasure.
Drool trails down Raj’s lips to meet with the water, one hand gripping the top of the shack wall for balance as his knees and thighs start to shake. Raj can feel Munna stutter too, realization hitting.
Raj is cumming, the orgasm ripping through his body like wind and warm water. It explodes from between his legs, making his pelvic floor lock. Munna has to wrap his arms tighter around Raj’s body to keep him from collapsing but keeps thrusting through it. Munna feels Raj vibrate and convulse in his arms, and his own cock twitches inside Raj at the movement.
Raj feels the incredible flush from his belly to his ears and then down to his toes. It comes in heavy waves and doesn’t stop. Munna grabs at Raj’s thigh to lift it, exposing his sex to the air. He slots his own hand there and rubs harder, faster.
“More, Nanna, more. You feel so good like this.” Munna whines.
Raj gasps and pants, his own hand grabbing Munna’s wrist in a vice. Munna keeps thrusting, loosening his hold as Raj bucks and cries out, cumming again and again on Munna‘s relentless cock and fingers. Raj wants to collapse. His hand moves to Munna’s hips to ask him to slow down, but Munna is mindless now. His grunts are wild and start to sound like growls. He drops Raj’s thigh and thrusts faster.
Munna’s movements turn erratic and desperate, his cock hard as iron and sensitive to each pull. Raj can always feel when Munna is close. His hips lock down into his thrusting, and his voice goes wild. Raj feels like a ragdoll, sated and happy, still feeling light pulses of his orgasm, but malleable like clay. His face is warm and fuzzy, the rush of it all making him feel high.
But Raj isn’t completely lost. He slaps at Munna’s hip with his free hand to remind him, and Munna makes a knowing noise. Munna’s breath is a heavy pant, and it picks up when he finds a new angle. His cock pushes to the left for a moment, and the new grip must be too much, as he cries out and stutters, yanking himself from inside Raj’s body and stripping himself wildly. Raj turns to watch as Munna’s face crumples and his cock pulses cum far up Raj’s back. The shots are so powerful they make it to Raj’s shoulder, hot and thick on his wet skin.
Munna’s expression looks pained, but Raj knows it’s the face he makes when his orgasm is powerful and loud. Munna whines long and high, still stroking himself, one hand tugging on his balls, tiny drops still leaking from his cock. Suddenly his body sags, and he looks exhausted, spent, and floating. His face is a haze, eyes lidded, cheeks flushed, his tongue coming out to lick his lips and laugh raspy and wet. Raj laughs too, a rush of pride coming through him at how he can bring Munna to this state.
“Shit!” Munna’s voice cracks again, and he slaps Raj’s bottom playfully.
“Mmm. So good, Raj. Always so good.” Mumma murmurs with affection.
Raj turns gently, letting Munna’s hands fall away from him, his muscles aching from standing. He presses their chests and bellies together and slumps into an embrace, their mouths slotting together, kissing in between Munna’s heavy breathing. The water still keeps them warm, and Raj feels a tender pull at his heart. Munna bumps their noses together gently to let Raj know he feels the same.
“I think that was very loud.” Raj whispers against Munna’s mouth. Munna huffs a laugh.
“What will they do? Call the police?” Munna teases. They both laugh at the joke, knowing their little village is a freer place for them to be themselves.
“Arrest us for very good sex.” Raj jokes back, and Munna flexes a bicep in pride.
“Did you hear!?” Munna turns his head to yell to no one. “I am very good!”
Raj slaps a hand over Munna’s mouth and shushes him, pushing his cheeks out and smacking his wide shoulder next. Munna smiles a cheeky grin, his cheeks still round and bright and his eyes thin slits.
“Rascal!” Raj hisses but smiles as he says it.
He kisses Munna again gently, and they spend a few minutes swaying under the water together. They will get clean eventually, but for now, they prefer to melt again in each other's arms.