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Although the path to liberty is lengthy and arduous, the fall of the Buxtons had marked a milestone for the country. Hailed as heroes, Ram had returned to Godavari, and Bheem had returned to the forests of Aliabad. They had assured each other they would reunite soon, with Ram promising to visit Bheem in the forests of Aliabad as soon as things had settled back in his place.
It had been three long months…
“Anna, pull harder!!” children’s cries of joy echoed through the woods,
Fueled by the children’s encouragement behind him, Bheem tugged at the jute rope. One last vigorous pull brought Lachhu and the munchkins behind him tumbling on the ground like dominos. “YayyyYyyYYYY~” children behind Bheem cheered boisterously while Lacchu and his team of kids groaned, muttering complaints about Bheem not being human and how unfair it was. (despite Lachhu having 11 kids behind him while Bheem had 5, one of which was Malli)
“Still undefeated?” comes a voice from behind the bushes.
Bheem lights up, instantly recognizing the soothingly melodious voice, “Anna!!” he beams and runs in the direction of the voice.
Ram is embraced in an airtight hug as soon as he steps out of the bushes when he’s seen by the latter. He wraps his arms around Bheem and feels his skin, sweaty and sticky, toned and hard.
He is shirtless, Ram thinks, and heats up a bit.
Three long months and this is how he gets to reunite with his Bheem, engulfed tightly in his embrace, hands on his glistening rock-hard muscles.
“Ram anna!!” Malli interjects excitedly, interrupting Ram’s thoughts while Bheem tugs away gently.
“Malli, how have you been?” Ram bends lower.
“I’m good, anna!! It’s so nice to see you again!!”
“You’ve grown a bit, Malli” Ram pats her head affectionately.
“Ahem ahem…” Lachhu clears his throat.
“Lachhu…How have you been, brother?” Ram asks, feeling a judgemental stare from the shorter man.
“Since it’s you who has raised this question, I’d say I’m not doing too great-”
“Kids, go back to your huts, it’s almost nighttime!!” Bheem announces before Lachhu can complete his snarky reply, sending all the kids running after bidding Ram a polite goodbye.
“Lachhu, be nice to Ram for once,” Bheem comments
“It’s alright, Bheem, Lachhu’s happy to see me, I can tell,” Ram smirks at Lachhu.
“Yea, yea, I need to get going, Jaggu must be waiting for me for dinner,” Lachhu flashes a sly smile before going, leaving Ram and Bheem alone.
“Why aren’t you wearing…clothes?” Ram starts.
“We’re building schools for the children, anna, we’ve been at it for about a month now. After a long day of working at the fields, we decided to play with the kids to cool down.”
“Oh” comes the dumb reply, Ram isn’t highly interested in that at the moment, compared to what’s in front of him. He notices Bheem’s nose ring, and holy cow he looks exotically ravishing in it. He also notices that Bheem has gotten bigger and broader, not that he wasn’t already gargantuan before, but the laborious work of fetching raw materials, constructing the huts, and other related manual work may have added extra mass to the man. His shoulders are incredulously toned, strong enough to lift mountains, thick muscular neck adorned with his tribal necklace, biceps certainly thicker Ram’s thighs, and his hairy chest and abdomen, still glistening with sweat, simply sublime.
He cannot wait to get into Bheem’s place and strip the cream-colored dhoti off him, to reveal his horse-like thighs and that humongous-
“-up to?” Bheem asks
“Anna?” he repeats, Ram shakes his head, dismissing the thoughts.
“Sorry?”
“Anna, are you alright? I asked you what have you been up to?” Bheem asks, concern clear on his face
“Do you have a fever?” he reaches out to feel Ram’s forehead, the contact sends chills to Ram’s body. He reaches for Bheem’s hand in a flash and drags it down from his forehead to his lips, gradually brushing the thick fingers to his lower lip as he inches his head towards the hand, cupping it between his neck and jaw.
It had been months, three fucking months dammit, Ram wonders if he’s the only one who had suffered each and every second being apart, without Bheem, by his sight, by his side, by his bed.
Was he alone in this excruciating and scorching vehemence?
He brings Bheem’s digits to his lips, sucking on his index and middle fingers, the taste of salt and musk paints his palate, as he sucks in long, vigorous pulls.
“A-Anna…” Bheem stammers, red in the face.
He smiles around Bheem’s digits and gives the latter a feral look, pretty luxuriant lashes batting at Bheem.
“We can’t do this here…” he says, and pulls his hand away from Ram, to his dismay.
He drops his head, in embarrassment and disappointment.
Maybe it was him alone thinking about Bheem all this time when they were apart, like a fool. Maybe the nights they spent in Delhi had solely been a means of stress relief for the Gond leader.
Ram is taken by surprise, letting out a squeak like that of a dog toy, when Bheem lifts him up, cupping the back of his knees and waist effortlessly.
“B-Bheem!!” he yelps, as the man carrying him flashes him the smile he fell for the day he met him. Flustered and red like a tomato, he covers his face with his dainty hands, as he is taken to Bheem’s shelter.
After locking the door behind them with a log piece, Bheem lays Ram on the bed, it’s a single bed, covers soft as cotton, and a pillow that’s a bit firmer than he’d like.
Bheem jumps on the bed and towers over him, straddling Ram by the knees, inching closer like a tiger, leveraging himself with his thick arms. “I missed you, Anna.” he says. He pulls Ram by the nape of his neck and attacks his luscious lips before a response can fall from them.
The kiss is passionate and ravenous with Bheem making his way into Ram’s soft and wet mouth, until their tongues meet. Ram gives in and whimpers letting the other man take full control of his mouth. His brain shuts down when Bheem firmly pulls him up by the waist, making their crotches brush against each other. The kissing continues until Ram pulls away gasping for air, only to be pulled back in again almost instantaneously. Bheem licks at Ram’s lips, and Ram opens his mouth for easier respiration and for the other’s easy access to his mouth. He sticks his tongue out, and Bheem sucks it in hard pulls, slow but vigorous, earning mewls from the man under him. He continues to explore his anna’s mouth, licking the insides of his mouth, the roof, the sides, the uvula, and the floor, hungry and greedy.
Bheem releases Ram’s waist, breaking contact between their growing, growling members. With their passion-filled kiss intact the whole time, Ram rips that pesky dhoti away from Bheem, revealing his large throbbing cock. He cups it with his hand and starts stroking it, up and down, in a rhythmic motion. A deep groan from Bheem sends a vibrating sensation pleasing insides of their mouths as they kiss. With his other hand. Ram undoes his maroon shirt, revealing his chiselled pecs and abs, sweaty and shiny under the lamp. Bheem snakes his hands to his left nipple, his index and thumb circling and pinching at it.
Bheem finally breaks the kiss, then goes down to dig his teeth at Ram’s other nipple. “A-ahH!!” a shriek escapes from the man as Bheem sucks and teasingly smiles at him. He nibbles on the nipple while fiddling with the other with his fingers.
Ram proceeds to unbuckle his belt with his free hand, and gets rid of his pants and underwear in a swift motion. Bheem draws a line from Ram’s balls till the tip with his index finger, sending electric shocks up his spine, leaving Ram hissing with pleasure.
Wanting to taste and pleasure Bheem, Ram releases the latter’s cock from his grip and gets on his knees, lowering and angling his head in front of the broad-shouldered man’s crotch. “You’re leaking,” he remarks with his hand around the member, then plants his tongue on the base of his cock, then licks all the way up with a lengthy gradual lick. He showers his balls with kisses, wet sloppy licks and smacks, feeling the member swell and throb around his hand. Lastly, he licks away the leaking pre-cum off the head and begins sucking the head with his mouth around it. Bheem moans, feeling the wetness and warmth engulf him. “Amazing…” Bheem hisses . He reaches for Ram’s luscious hair, grasping and tugging at it. Ram sucks him hard but slow, head shallowly bobbing up and down around his tip, with his supple pillow-like lips, his wet tongue, his breath driving Bheem crazy… he needs more… more…
Ram continues stroking Bheem’s shaft up and down with his hand in a faster motion and pace as he pulls away briefly for breath but strings of saliva still connecting the shaft to his lips. He squeezes the member and wraps Bheem around his mouth, sucking harder with his cheeks concaving everytime he goes deeper. He hums into the member, his throat and Bheem’s dick vibrating, eliciting a deep groan from the man above him. He feels his head pushed down deeper, his lover’s fist in his hair. He is bobbed up and down by his hair vigorously, “Anna..” Bheem lets out an animalistic groan. After a while, tears start forming around the corners of his eyes, gagging on the monstrous dick, drooling profusely, his pretty face slathered with pre-come and his saliva, his chin, neck, and collarbones gleaming with saliva as Bheem pounds into his mouth, into his throat, making him see stars He loved it when Bheem showed this side of him, unusual of his innocent and caring nature, but when in bed, he would be rough, giving into his carnal needs.
“Yes” he thinks He wants to please Bheem, be used by him, gagged and fed by him, like a hungry whore that hasn’t been fed for years.
Moaning and howling deeply, Bheem unloads himself deep down inside of Ram’s throat, the fluids overflow to Ram’s moustache, cheeks, and chin, Ram’s tears building and falling down his cheekbones. Ram swallows all of Bheem’s bitter load, using his thumb to collect the rest on his cheeks and facial hair, he sucks it off from his thumb and licks his lips.
Bheem licks the tears off Ram’s face and plants a kiss on Ram’s cheek. “Anna, your mouth, your…your everything, it’s incredible, you’re the best,” he says cupping Ram’s head in his hands, their noses brushing.
I’m the best?
“So you’ve had others pleasure you while I was gone?” comes the woeful question, his eyes not meeting Bheem’s. “No, Anna!” Bheem pulls away and tries correcting himself “I mean there were some before you, but no one after you,” he answers truthfully. “No one can take your place,” he assures as he plants another kiss on Ram’s cheek, Ram looks up and gives him a wistful smile.
“You’re my one and only, Anna. I love you…I wish to be with you forever,”
Ram’s eyes widen because no matter how affectionate Bheem had been, he had never said the 8 letters, 3 words, 1 meaning… I love you
“I love you too, Bheem.” comes the natural reply, he hugs the latter out of excitement and the latter feels something like him
“You’re not done yet, Anna,” he comments and Ram can only blush.
Instantaneously, Bheem gets down, “Lay down, Anna,” he instructs and the other follows, lying on his back. Bheem then spreads Ram’s lithe legs parting them by his inner thighs. Bheem positions his tongue on Ram’s anus, licking it up in a painfully gradual motion, repeating it thrice.
Ram looks down on him, “Stop teasing, Bheem,” he whines as a whimper escapes his lips. Bheem looks up at Ram, his copper nose ring making him look like a bull ready to pounce on him and devour him right there and then…
Oh how Ram would love that
“The night is still young, Anna” he smirks, his tongue entering Ram’s anticipating rim.
To compensate for all those months they spent away from each other, Ram knows it’s going to be a long long night…