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Bheem had been reading all afternoon, determined to finish this novel before the sun set. He surely would. He was well past the halfway point and could feel his eyes rushing faster over each line as the climax approached. The exhilaration of a good mystery never failed to captivate Bheem. He would lose himself in the twists and turns, calculating possible endings well before their time. He was so engrossed now, he didn’t even hear the voice of his husband calling him for supper.
“Bheema?” Ram repeated, emerging from the kitchen to check on Bheem, still sat upright in their cot, as he’d been for hours. “Aren’t you hungry, love?”
“Hmm?” Bheem glanced up from the book and smiled at Ram.
“I made biriyani. It's a bit underdone, but I've given up." Ram chuckled, wiping his hands on a dish rag. Ram's attempts at cooking were more charming than skilled, and he knew it. Only love and marriage motivated him to prepare anything beyond raw vegetables, nuts, or the occasional lentil curry.
“Few minutes…” Bheem's eyes fell automatically back to the page, frantically seeking the line where he’d left off.
Ram returned to the kitchen without another word. He knew better than to interrupt Bheem when he got this engrossed in a story. Ram quietly spooned a sizable portion of biryani onto a thali and returned to their cot with dinner in hand. He plopped down next to his husband and scooped a handful of rice from the dish. "Bheema. Open?"
Bheem did as he was asked. He parted his lips and turned his head just enough to grant access to Ram's hand, trying to maintain focus on his reading. The biryani was spicy, overspiced in fact, causing a flood in Bheem's mouth the moment it hit his tongue. He smiled, too grateful for Ram's efforts to mind the dubious result.
“Delicious, Rama.” Bheem mumbled, mouth still full. “Thank you.” He pecked a kiss to Ram's cheek and accepted another handful of rice directly into his mouth. Bheem playfully grazed his tongue against Ram's fingertips as he fed him and they giggled together.
Ram kissed Bheem's lips soft and quick, trying so hard to let him be, let him finish his book, just wait until he’s done. But he couldn’t stop himself.
“Oh, Bheem…” Ram sighed, reaching gently for Bheem's jaw to guide him closer. “I’m sorry darling, I should just let you read.” They kissed again, for much longer this time. And again, longer still.
“It’s alright,” Bheem said softly. “You just wanted some kisses!” He smiled against Ram's lips.
“I love kissing you…”
Bheem knew that tone of voice. His smile widened and he closed the book over his thumb, a weak attempt at holding his page as his attention shifted fully to his husband. He couldn't resist the desperation in Ram, the innocence of his refusal to admit what he really wanted.
Bheem said it first, a whisper against Ram's lips: "You want to make love?" He kissed him sweetly and pulled his thumb from the book so he could pet at Ram's beard.
Ram nodded, breathless, clumsily setting the thali down on the bedside table. His guilt at interrupting Bheem's reading quickly evaporated in the steam of their kisses. He mounted Bheem's lap and rolled his hips inward to work himself up.
"Can I take you?" Ram grinned and pawed through Bheem's hair.
Bheem's hands stuffed their way into the tight space between their cocks. He groped at Ram, moaning an affirmative before throwing Ram from his lap so he could lay back and strip naked. He was frantic, hands snagging over folds of linen that he ripped from his body like they were on fire.
"Like this," Bheem pulled Ram back on top and tugged on his hair as they kissed. "I love you on top."
Ram undressed clumsily and quick before cursing under his breath. "Let me get oil," he whispered, scurrying back to the kitchen. He plucked coconut oil from a high shelf and returned to find Bheem flat on his back, legs spread and holding his thighs against his chest. "My goodness!" Ram snickered, positioning himself between Bheem's legs. He massaged his thighs and teased his cock against Bheem's hole, leering at every ridge and plane of his beautiful body laying there in front of him. "Ready so quickly, Bheema?"
"It was your fingers in my mouth," Bheem confessed. "You know what that does to me."
Ram flushed red hot, suddenly bashful. "To me too..." He guided his cock inside Bheem with a deep breath, locking eyes with him. "I love taking care of you."
Bheem whimpered as Ram filled him. He held Ram by the waist and let himself rock back and forth with every thrust. It was bliss. His eyes fell shut and he basked in this feeling of completion, of unity with his husband. His ankles crossed over the small of Ram's back to take him deeper. Beads of sweat ran down their skin and slickened their bodies as Ram lowered himself over Bheem for hugs and kisses.
"Deeper," Bheem whined, tugging Ram's hips closer still. "All the way, please. It's so good."
Ram obliged and quickened his pace. He loved Bheem like this, so needy and desperate, so shameless in chasing his own pleasure. Ram was happy to provide. They made love tangled together, tight enough to lick the sweat from each other's skin and inhale musk and salt and manhood. Indulgence was the word, and it lasted for ages, too sweet to end. Ram had always been an endurance athlete.
Coming together was inevitable. It happened so naturally, so easily, it practically put them both to sleep. Married sex was comfortable and sweet, so they let themselves lay together in each other's sweat and cum, too in love to do anything but enjoy their afterglow. Their kisses were sleepy and short, fading fast as their heartbeats relaxed in sync.
"I love you," Ram whispered, pecking a kiss to Bheem's temple.
"I love you too," Bheem replied with a smile. He sat up and reached over Ram to pick up the thali. He and Ram lovingly hand fed each other until every grain of rice was gone. The sun had set. They went to bed early, wrapped in each other's arms.
Bheem would simply have to finish his book the next morning.