Lust on Fire: Part One – The Seduction

The Rooftop – 11:47 PM

The rooftop lounge of Taj Krishna was a cathedral of excess. Crystal chandeliers dripped light. Velvet couches were soaked in perfume. The low throb of Telugu trap pulsed through the air. Hyderabad’s elite swirled around in designer silk and diamond watches, but the real heat was at the bar.

Akhil Akkineni stood alone, one elbow on the marble counter, a Macallan 18 in his hand. His black blazer was tailored to perfection, hugging his swimmer’s shoulders and tapering to a narrow waist. Three buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a smooth, golden chest that rose and fell with controlled breaths. His jaw was sharp enough to cut glass, eyes dark and unreadable behind long lashes. He looked like a prince who’d never been touched—until tonight.

Across the room, Vijay Deverakonda lounged on a crimson couch like a king on a throne. His shirt was blood-red silk, unbuttoned to his navel, exposing the hard ridges of his abs, the dark trail of hair disappearing into low-slung jeans. His hair was a deliberate mess, stubble rough, lips curled in a smirk that promised ruin. A glass of bourbon dangled from his fingers. His eyes—black, predatory—had been locked on Akhil for twenty minutes.

He moved.

Vijay crossed the floor like a panther, boots silent on the marble, until he was behind Akhil, close enough for his breath to ghost the nape of Akhil’s neck. “Lonely, princess?” Vijay’s voice was gravel and smoke, lips brushing Akhil’s ear. “Or just waiting for someone to ruin you?”

Akhil stiffened, glass halfway to his lips. “Fuck off, Vijay.” But his voice cracked. His cock twitched.

Vijay chuckled, low and filthy, sliding around to face him. He didn’t touch—just loomed, heat radiating. “You say that, but your nipples are hard under that shirt. And I bet…” His gaze dropped to Akhil’s crotch. “Yeah. Your dick’s already leaking for me.”

Akhil’s flush crawled up his throat. “You’re delusional.” “Am I?” Vijay leaned in, lips grazing Akhil’s jaw. “Bet if I slid my hand down your pants right now, I’d find you wet and throbbing. Bet you’ve been jerking off to the thought of me bending you over for months.”

Akhil’s breath hitched. He should’ve walked away. Instead, he whispered, “Prove it.”

The Elevator – 12:03 AM

The mirrored walls reflected them: Vijay crowding Akhil into the corner, one hand braced above his head, the other ghosting over Akhil’s belt. “Last chance to say no,” Vijay murmured, thumb brushing the buckle. Akhil’s answer was a shuddering inhale. His hips rolled forward, seeking friction.

Vijay smirked. He didn’t kiss him. Not yet. Instead, he dropped to his knees in the elevator, yanked Akhil’s zipper down, and freed his cock—thick, flushed, already dripping. “Fuck, look at this pretty dick,” Vijay growled, tongue flicking the slit, tasting salt. “Been dreaming of sucking you off in public.” He took Akhil deep in one swallow, throat relaxing, nose buried in trimmed pubes. Akhil’s head slammed back against the mirror, a choked moan ripping out as Vijay bobbed, sloppy and relentless, spit dripping down Akhil’s balls. The elevator dinged. Vijay pulled off with a wet pop, stood, and licked his lips. “Not yet, baby. I want your ass first.”

The Suite – 12:07 AM

The door hadn’t even shut before Vijay had Akhil slammed against it, mouths crashing, tongues fighting. Teeth clacked, lips bruised. Vijay’s hands were everywhere—ripping Akhil’s blazer off, shredding buttons, palming his ass through silk trousers. “Been hard for you all night,” Vijay snarled against Akhil’s throat, biting down. “Gonna fuck you till you forget your own name.”

He spun Akhil, shoved him face-first against the floor-to-ceiling window. The city sprawled below—thousands of lights, none of them seeing Akhil’s trousers yanked down, ass bared, hole clenching in the cold air. Vijay dropped to his knees. Spread Akhil’s cheeks. Spit. Then ate him—tongue spearing deep, lapping, sucking, rimming like a starving man. Akhil’s legs shook, hands scrabbling at the glass, moans echoing. “Vijay—fuck—please—” “Please what?” Vijay stood, cock out, thick and veiny, slapping Akhil’s ass. “Say it.” “Fuck me,” Akhil sobbed. “Please, fuck my virgin ass.”

Round One – The Window Breeding

Vijay rolled on a condom, slicked himself with lube, and lined up. One hand fisted Akhil’s hair. The other guided his cock. He pushed. The head popped past the ring, Akhil’s scream raw and broken. Vijay didn’t stop—sank in inch by inch, until his balls pressed against Akhil’s taint. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Vijay groaned, pulling back, then slamming home. The window rattled. Akhil’s cock, trapped between glass and abs, leaked a steady stream. Vijay set a brutal pace—hips snapping, balls slapping, each thrust forcing Akhil’s breath to fog the glass. “Take it, you filthy slut!” Vijay snarled, smacking Akhil’s ass. “This hole was made for my dick!” Akhil came untouched—cock jerking, cum splattering the window in thick ropes, hole spasming around Vijay’s shaft. Vijay followed, hips stuttering, flooding the condom with a roar, grinding deep until Akhil sobbed from overstimulation.

Round Two – The Begging Slut

They stumbled to the bed. Akhil—still leaking, hole gaping—crawled onto the mattress on all fours, ass high, face buried in the sheets. “Vijay…” His voice was wrecked, desperate. “I need it again. Please. Fuck me like a whore. Use me.” Vijay’s cock was rock-hard, dripping. He knelt behind, smacked Akhil’s ass until it glowed crimson. “Say it louder.” “FUCK MY SLUTTY ASS!” Akhil screamed, pushing back, hole winking. Vijay plunged in—raw, relentless, the squelch of lube and cum obscene. He fucked like he hated him, hips bruising Akhil’s cheeks, balls slapping wetly. “You love this dick, don’t you?” “YES! I’M YOUR COCK-SLUT!” Akhil wailed, jerking himself frantically. He came again, untouched, cum pooling beneath him as Vijay bred the condom, hips locked, growling, “Mine.”

Round Three – The Soul-Fuck

This one broke them. Vijay pulled Akhil into his lap, face-to-face, legs wrapped tight. No taunts. Just need. He slid in slow, inch by inch, eyes locked, foreheads pressed. Akhil’s hands cradled Vijay’s face, thumbs brushing stubble. “Fuck… you feel like home,” Akhil whispered, voice trembling. Vijay kissed him—deep, filthy, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. He rolled his hips slow, grinding against Akhil’s prostate until tears leaked from his eyes. “I’ve wanted this for years,” Vijay confessed, voice raw. “Wanted you.” Akhil’s moan was a sob. They moved together, sweat-slick, hearts pounding. When they came, it was silent, shuddering—Akhil’s cum streaking Vijay’s chest, Vijay pulsing deep inside him, arms crushing Akhil close like he’d never let go.

Round Four – The Animal Hunger

No words. Just need. Vijay flipped Akhil onto his back, legs over shoulders, folding him in half. Akhil’s hole was swollen, red, gaping, begging. Vijay rammed in, no mercy, the bedframe slamming the wall. “FUCK ME TILL I BREAK!” Akhil screamed, nails raking Vijay’s back, drawing blood. Vijay did. He fucked like a beast, hips pistoning, balls slapping Akhil’s ass with wet, filthy smacks. Akhil’s cock slapped his stomach, untouched, leaking a river. “Gonna cum in you again,” Vijay snarled. “DO IT! BREED MY SLUT HOLE!” They came screaming—Akhil’s load shooting to his chin, Vijay flooding the condom, hips jerking through the aftershocks, both collapsing in a trembling, cum-soaked heap.

The Dawn – Still Joined

They didn’t separate. Akhil stayed impaled on Vijay’s cock, chest to chest, arms loose around his neck, face buried in Vijay’s sweaty neck. Vijay’s arms locked around Akhil’s waist, possessive, tender. Cum dried on their skin. Akhil’s hole fluttered around Vijay’s softening dick, still plugged full. They slept like that—cock in ass, heartbeats synced, the city waking below.

Morning – The Intrusion

The door clicked open at 6:47 AM. Anand Deverakonda stepped in, barefoot, gray sweats slung low, morning wood straining the fabric. He froze in the doorway.

There, in the center of the bed:

• Vijay on his back, cock still buried balls-deep in Akhil’s ass.
• Akhil draped over him like a claimed prize, red ass cheeks spread wide, hole stretched obscenely around Vijay’s shaft, cum and lube glistening down his thighs.
• Vijay’s hand resting possessively on the small of Akhil’s back, fingers splayed like he owned him.
• Four bloated condoms on the nightstand, dripping.
• The air thick with the stench of sex, sweat, and something deeper—something that made Anand’s cock throb harder.

Anand didn’t speak. He walked to the leather armchair facing the bed, sat down, and waited. Arms crossed. Jaw clenched. Cock leaking a wet spot in his sweats.

Akhil stirred at 7:12 AM. His eyes fluttered open. He felt Vijay’s cock—still inside him, half-hard, nestled deep. He didn’t look at Anand. Didn’t acknowledge the presence. Instead, he lifted himself slowly, inch by torturous inch, letting Vijay’s dick slide out with a wet, filthy schlop. A thick river of lube and cum poured from his gaping, swollen hole, dripping onto Vijay’s thigh, pooling on the sheets. Akhil crawled up Vijay’s body, straddled his chest, cupped his sleeping face, and kissed him. Soft at first. Then deep. Hungry. Morning breath and all. Tongues tangling, lips bruising, Akhil grinding down, feeling Vijay’s cock spring back to life beneath him. “Morning, baby,” Akhil whispered, voice rough with sleep and lust, rolling his hips. “Want to fuck me again? My hole’s still open for you.”

Vijay groaned, hands gripping Akhil’s hips, cock throbbing against his ass, ready to slide back in.

That’s when Vijay’s eyes snapped open.

And locked on Anand.

Sitting three feet away. Watching. Eyes dark. Cock straining. Lips parted.

[TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2]