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Their last night in Delhi is a full moon. Ram’s not sure why that matters; perhaps he’s doing his best to remember this. The mild breeze through the open tent flaps, pleasantly cooling their overheated, sweaty bodies. The cacophony of the forest at night all around them, punctuated only by moans they don’t need to muffle or cover up. The full moon, illuminating Bheem’s beautiful body as he pounds into Ram, his face so exquisitely lovely and his expression so overcome with love that Ram could burst into tears at any second.
Love. If you’d asked Ram two nights ago, he’d not have thought he’d be in the forests on the outskirts of Delhi getting fucked so deliciously by the love of his life. It feels like a fitting end to this chapter of their lives, this monumental, life-altering year that brought so much love and heartbreak and tenderness into their lives in the form of each other. But also, so much passion and lust and a desire to never be apart physically.
Ram thought it was pure lust at first when he’d seen the man when all was said and done after the rescue of the boy on Janmashtami. Bheem—Akhtar then—so big and imposing and so stunningly beautiful that Ram wondered how anyone ever looked away from him; Bheem reached out a muscled arm to grab Ram from the water, his wet curls and intense expression making him look like the gods Ram’s only read and heard about. He’d felt a tingle in his cunt even then, his walls clutching on to nothing, and Bheem had looked at him like he knew. Ram had squirmed every time their eyes met amidst the adoring, celebratory crowd determined to get them to participate in the festivities.
It took all of five minutes after walking away from the crowd for Ram to realize that Akhtar made his heart sing as much as he made his stomach feel like molten lava. It wasn’t just lust. It was also something else, something bigger than Ram understood what to do with.
Akhtar hugged him at the end of the day, promising to have lunch with him tomorrow. Ram prayed Akhtar didn’t smell his desperation, his wetness seeping into his clothes. Would Akhtar mind? Would he plunge his hand into Ram’s pants if he knew, all out here for everyone to see? Would he finger Ram’s cunt, muffling his moans with his mouth, those lush lips swallowing them greedily? Ram’s plagued with these thoughts as he brings himself to completion in his room upstairs, chest heaving and his hand cramping from fucking into himself.
Akhtar, he breathes out loud into the empty room. It’s the first of countless times calling for the man who’d become the pinnacle of Ram’s life.
*
“Where did you go, bangaram?” Bheem pants into his mouth. Ram greedily bites at Bheem’s lips, licking into his mouth. There is sweat and wetness and cum coating them, and Bheem laughs as Ram bites his nose before letting go. He thrusts into Ram’s pussy sharply and Ram cries out.
“I was thinking about the day we met,” Ram responds, a wicked thought crossing his mind. Retaliation, he decides, for Bheem fucking him so thoroughly for the past couple of hours that Ram is nearly mute.
Bheem grunts in response but says nothing, too busy fingering Ram’s clit and biting the curve of his chest, always consumed with Ram’s pleasure more than anything else.
”Do you know how I felt when you touched me that day? Do you know how full my heart was?”
Bheem moans in pleasure against Ram’s chest. Ram continues.
”Do you know how wet I was?”
Ram knew that would get Bheem to look up. He triumphantly continues.
”I had to run upstairs and fuck myself nearly to unconsciousness before my body would let me do anything else. Fuck, I wanted you so bad, Bheem, I thought I was going crazy.”
”Fuck,” Bheem roars, his powerful body thrusting into Ram so fast it feels like the earth beneath them was shaking. Ram moans so loudly that he’s sure everyone in Delhi heard them, pleasure consuming every cell in his body as Bheem’s huge cock hits every spot it aims for.
“I wanted to come upstairs,” Bheem pants into Ram’s mouth, scrambling to press kisses all over his face. “I didn’t want to leave you. It felt so strange to be walking away from you when I knew I was meant to follow you, Ram. I thought I was going to die when you left. I wanted to beg you to take me with you.”
Ram thinks his heart might give out if Bheem keeps talking, but he eggs him on for that last chase to completion as their lovemaking reaches its crescendo.
“What would you have done if you’d come in? Followed me upstairs?”
Bheem growls and takes the challenge for what it is. His body shakes and his cock in Ram feels like hot steel. Ram knows they are a second away now.
”I’d have fucked you until you screamed. I’d not have left you empty for even a second, bangaram, I’d have been inside you till it takes.”
Ram’s vision goes white.
When he comes back to earth, Bheem’s still panting and he’s still inside. Ram feels wet everywhere, so surrounded and loved and held. He realizes both their faces are wet. It was that last bit at the end, Ram knows, equal parts hot and life-changing, that promise of tomorrow. They’ve spoken about it, and Ram’s dreams these days are as often about the future in Adilabad they’ll have growing a family they make as it is about freeing their motherland.
Ram did not come to Delhi with plans for his own life beyond what he could do for his country. It took Bheem and a revolution and love for him to leave with so many desires for himself that he no longer thinks of the future as a burden he has to carry.
“I love you,” Bheem mumbles into Ram’s neck as they lay on the ground.
“I love you bangaru” Ram kisses Bheem’s forehead and they go to sleep enveloped in each other, bidding goodbye to their life here and dreaming of a future that was waiting.