Rahul slammed the hotel door shut behind them. Vikram was already pulling off his shirt, sweat glistening on his dark chest from the Mumbai heat. "Bhenchod, I've been waiting for this all week," Vikram growled, voice thick with that raw Hindi accent. Rahul didn't waste time with talk. He shoved Vikram against the wall and grabbed his crotch hard, feeling the thick desi cock already stiffening in those cheap cotton pants.
"Show me that lund, saale," Rahul muttered, yanking the zipper down. Vikram's dick sprang out, heavy, veined, uncut, the head dark and leaking. Rahul dropped to his knees right there on the dirty carpet and swallowed it deep, no teasing. He sucked like he was starving, spit running down his chin as he bobbed fast. Vikram groaned and thrust his hips, fucking Rahul's mouth. "Haan, aur andar le, chutiya. Chus mera lund properly."
Vikram pulled him up after a minute and spun him around, bending him over the bed. He ripped Rahul's pants down and spat on his fingers, shoving two straight into Rahul's hole without warning. Rahul hissed but pushed back, taking it. "Fuck, tight gaand. You're gonna take every inch," Vikram said, voice low and filthy. He lined up his cock and pushed in rough, no lube beyond spit. Rahul grunted as that fat desi dick stretched him open, sliding deep until Vikram's balls slapped his ass. Vikram started pounding immediately, hard and fast, the bed creaking under them. Skin slapped skin. Rahul reached back and spread his cheeks wider. "Aur zor se chod, madarchod. Phad de meri gaand." Vikram obeyed, gripping Rahul's hips and slamming in balls-deep with every thrust, sweat dripping off both of them.
They switched positions fast. Vikram lay back on the bed and Rahul climbed on, sinking down on that cock again, riding it raw. Rahul's own dick bounced hard, slapping against Vikram's stomach. He leaned forward and they kissed messy, tongues fighting while Rahul ground his ass in circles. Vikram reached up and pinched Rahul's nipples hard, twisting until Rahul moaned louder. "Tera gaand kitna garam hai, bhai. I'm gonna fill you up." Rahul bounced faster, ass cheeks clapping. He grabbed his own cock and stroked it in time, precum flying. Vikram sat up suddenly, flipping them so Rahul was on his back with legs spread wide. He hooked Rahul's knees over his shoulders and drilled in again, deeper than before, the angle hitting that spot that made Rahul's eyes roll back.
"Chod mujhe, Vikram. Seed in my hole," Rahul begged, voice breaking. Vikram went animal, hips snapping like a machine, cock pistoning in and out, the wet squelch of spit and ass filling the room. He spat on Rahul's face and Rahul licked it off, moaning. Vikram's rhythm broke as he got close. He buried himself to the root and came hard, hot thick cum flooding Rahul's insides in heavy pulses. Rahul jerked his own cock twice and shot across his stomach, ropes of cum hitting his chest. They stayed locked together, breathing heavy, Vikram's cock still twitching inside. Vikram pulled out slow and watched his load leak from Rahul's stretched hole. He scooped some up with two fingers and fed it to Rahul, who sucked them clean without hesitation.
They didn't stop there. Vikram made Rahul get on all fours again and ate his own cum out of that used ass, tongue pushing deep while Rahul pushed back, begging for more. Then Vikram flipped him and they sixty-nined, sucking each other hard again until both were ready. Vikram fucked him on the floor next, Rahul's back against the cool tiles, legs wrapped around Vikram's waist. Every thrust made Rahul's cock leak again. They talked dirty the whole time, mixing Hindi curses with English filth. "Mera lund le le, randi. I'm owning this gaand tonight." Rahul came again from the pounding alone, untouched, shooting between their bodies. Vikram followed soon after, adding another load deep inside.
Hours later they lay tangled on the bed, bodies slick and spent. Vikram's fingers traced lazy circles over Rahul's ass, still leaking cum. "Kal phir milte hain," Vikram said, voice rough. Rahul nodded, already half-hard again at the thought. The night wasn't over, not by a long shot. They had the room till morning and plenty of desi lust left to burn.
