Colleagues to Domination – Part 3

Arsian explores Rohans first time sex story

Read from PART 1 here. 

Read the previous part here

After the last night days were hazy and they acted like nothing happened. One day, the rain had turned vicious by the time Rohan reached Jogeshwari. His shirt was stuck to his skin. Hair dripping. Phone battery at 9%. He stood outside Arslan’s building for almost four minutes, telling himself he could still turn back. Take an auto. Go home. Pretend that nights never happened.

He pressed the bell.

Arslan opened the door in only black shorts. Chest bare. Beard denser than usual. Eyes heavy like he had been half-asleep. The moment he saw Rohan soaked and shivering in the corridor, something shifted in his face. Not surprise. Something quieter. Hungrier.

He didn’t ask why Rohan was there.

He just stepped aside.

Rohan walked in. The door clicked shut behind him. The sound felt final.

For a few seconds neither of them spoke. Water dripped from Rohan’s clothes onto the floor. Arslan’s gaze moved over him slowly, from the wet collar sticking to his throat, down the transparent white shirt clinging to his slim chest, to the way his formal trousers hung heavy with rain.

“Kapde nikaal,” Arslan said. Voice low. Not a suggestion.

Rohan’s fingers hesitated on the buttons. Arslan watched every movement. When the shirt finally came off, Arslan’s eyes darkened. Rohan’s body was smooth, fair, almost delicate next to him. Small pinkish-brown nipples already tight from the cold. A soft trail of hair below his navel. Slim waist. The kind of body that looked like it would mark easily.

Arslan stepped closer. He didn’t touch yet. Just stood near enough that Rohan could feel the heat coming off his skin.

“Ab yeh bhi.” His chin jerked toward the wet trousers.

Rohan swallowed and pushed them down along with his underwear. His cock was already half-hard, average length, maybe a little over five and a half inches, slim, uncut. It twitched under Arslan’s stare.

Arslan’s mouth curved, just slightly.

“Itna chhota nahi hai but Sensitive lagta hai.”

He finally reached out. One large, warm hand settled on Rohan’s waist. Thumb stroking the wet skin. Then he turned him around without warning and walked him backward until Rohan’s back hit the wall near the door. The cold surface made him gasp. Arslan’s body followed, pressing him there. Broad chest against his. Thick thigh sliding between Rohan’s legs.

“Bata,” Arslan murmured near his ear. “Kyun aaya?”

Rohan’s voice came out unsteady. “Pata nahi.”

“Jhooth mat bol.” Arslan’s hand slid down and cupped one of Rohan’s ass cheeks, squeezing slowly. “Raat ko, baarish mein, yahan tak aaya. Kuch toh sochke aaya hai.”

Rohan’s breath hitched when Arslan’s fingers drifted inward, brushing the cleft of his ass.

“Main… soch nahi paya.”

Arslan’s lips brushed the shell of his ear. “Achha. Phir main sochta hoon tere lie”

He pulled Rohan away from the wall and toward the bedroom. No lights. Only the grey glow from the window. He pushed Rohan face-down onto the bed, knees still on the floor, chest and stomach flat on the mattress. The position was suddenly very clear. Rohan’s heart slammed against the bedsheet.

Arslan knelt behind him. Large hands spread Rohan’s cheeks open. Cool air hit the most private place. Rohan clenched instinctively.
“Relax,” Arslan said, voice quieter now. Almost gentle. “Main kuch nahi karunga jo tujhe pasand na aaye. Bas… dekhne de.”

The first touch was only a thumb, rubbing slow circles around the tight, pink hole. Rohan buried his face in the sheet. Then came warm breath. And then Arslan’s mouth.

The first lick was broad and flat, from just behind his balls all the way up. Rohan’s whole body jerked. A broken sound left his throat.

Arslan did it again, slower, pressing his tongue firmer. He ate him like he had all night, wet, thorough, unhurried. Tongue circling the rim, then pushing just the tip inside, then pulling back to suck lightly at the edges.

Rohan’s fingers twisted in the sheet. His cock hung heavy and dripping between his legs, untouched. Every time Arslan’s tongue pushed deeper, his hips pushed back without permission. Soft, desperate little movements.

Arslan’s voice vibrated against him. “Kitna Itna tight h bc… aur bhukha bhi h. Dekh kaise khul raha hai mere tongue pe.”

He spat on the hole and used two fingers to spread it, then went back in deeper. The wet sounds filled the room. Rohan’s thighs started trembling. He was making noises he didn’t recognise, high, needy, almost embarrassed. Arslan’s free hand stroked the back of his thigh, calming and controlling at the same time.

“Good boy” Arslan murmured.

By the time Arslan finally pulled back, Rohan’s hole was shiny and slightly open, clenching on nothing. His cock was fully hard, leaking a long string onto the floor. Face flushed. Eyes glassy.

Arslan stood up. The bulge in his shorts was impossible to ignore. He pushed them down.

Rohan turned his head and stared.

Arslan’s cock was thick. Heavy. Darker than the rest of him. Easily seven and a half, maybe closer to eight inches, with a fat head and a prominent vein running along the underside. The kind of cock that looked like it would stretch. A thatch of dense black hair at the base. Already half-hard and getting harder under Rohan’s gaze.

Arslan wrapped a hand around it and stroked once, slow.

“Ab idhar aa.”

Rohan rose on shaky legs. Arslan sat on the edge of the bed, thighs spread, and guided Rohan down by the hair until he was on his knees between them. The hand in his hair was firm but not cruel.

“Pehle dekh le achhe se,” Arslan said quietly. “Yeh tere lie h abse.”

Rohan’s face was inches away. He could smell skin and rain and arousal. Arslan’s cock twitched near his lips.

“Muh khol.”

Rohan opened. Arslan didn’t thrust. He just rested the heavy head on Rohan’s tongue and waited.

“Chus. Slow. Do not fucking rush it”

The first few seconds were clumsy. Rohan tried to take too much and gagged softly. Arslan’s hand tightened in his hair and pulled him back.

“Nahi. Sirf head. Tongue se khel. Haan… aise.”

He taught him with short, low instructions. How to swirl his tongue under the head. How to suck just the tip while looking up. How to use his hand on the thick base that wouldn’t fit yet. Every time Rohan did something right, Arslan’s breath got heavier and the grip in his hair turned into a slow stroke, almost affectionate.

“Oh fuck, just like that, Haan… fuck.”

Arslan’s hips gave a small, controlled roll. The fat head pushed further. Rohan’s eyes watered. He didn’t pull away. He let it happen. The taste was clean and slightly salty. The weight on his tongue made his own untouched cock throb painfully.

Arslan watched him the whole time, eyes half-lidded, jaw tight. When a thin string of spit connected Rohan’s bottom lip to his cock, something raw flashed across his face.

He pulled Rohan off with a wet sound.

Both of them were breathing hard. Rohan’s lips were swollen and shiny. Arslan’s cock stood rigid, darker now, a bead of precum at the tip.

Arslan leaned down, one hand still in Rohan’s hair, and kissed him. Deep and filthy, tasting himself on Rohan’s tongue. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against Rohan’s for a second. The dominating edge softened, just barely.

“Aaj ke liye itna kaafi hai,” he said, voice rough. “Warna main tujhe abhi yahin chod dunga. Aur tu ready nahi hai… abhi.”

He wiped Rohan’s mouth with his thumb, almost carefully.

“Bed pe so ja. Main bhi aata hoon.”

Rohan climbed onto the bed on unsteady limbs. Arslan switched off the remaining light, lay down behind him, and pulled him close the same way he had the night of the kiss. Chest to back. One heavy arm around his waist. The thick length of his cock resting against Rohan’s ass, still hard, but not pushing.

In the dark, Arslan’s lips brushed the back of Rohan’s neck once.

Quiet. Possessive. Almost tender.

Rohan closed his eyes. His hole still felt wet and sensitive. His lips still tingled. And for the first time, the word his floated through his mind without panic.

Outside, the rain kept falling.

Neither of them slept for a long time.

To be continued in the part 4…