Bheem looks at Ram with such overwhelming, adoring love, such desire, such hunger!!!!!! He sees Ram and wants to make love for hours. He wants to worship him with his hands, wants to kiss and suck on every inch of his body, wants to fall to his knees before him hold tight to his hips and never let go. Bheem is effusive and physical with his love, and he has infinite love to to give to Ram.
Ram looks at Bheem with this boyish, giddy excitement and delight, like heās reborn every time theyāre together. His body language is so relaxed and trusting around Bheem, so safe and warm. He adores Bheem, anticipates his touch, craves the comfort of his arms and the sweet pressure of his weight laying on top of him. He sees Bheem and wants to give him the world, wants to offer him every pleasure and share in his eros.
Rambheem smut: Choose your own adventure!!! (I put a couple of these on discord but I want 2 archive them here. Basically fic ideas that Iām too lazy to flesh out.)
First premise:
Ram and Bheem in bed together, lazy morning. Bheem is snoozinā on his back, Ram is strewn over his lap, reading a book and mindlessly stroking between Bheemās legs. Bheem stirs a little, hums, pretends to stay asleep. Ram is still reading; one hand holds the book open while the other works Bheemās cock slooowwwllyyyy over his dhoti. Deep, long, heavy strokes of his flat palm just rubbing up and down, all while keeping his eyes fixed on the page. Bheemās hips start to lift from the mat. He grinds up into Ramās touch, seeking more pressure. Ram smiles and turns a page. *Heās still reading.*
He lowers his lips over the hard swell in Bheemās dhoti and starts mouthing at it, just gumming it over the fabric. Still reading. Bheem starts to whimper. His fingers thread into Ramās hair, pushing him down against his cock. Ram giggles but doesnāt look away from the page. He just uses his free hand to fuss with the knots holding Bheemās dhoti together, mindlessly fidgeting, not making any attempt to untie them. Bheemās grip on Ramās hair tightens. Heās getting frustrated. He lets go of Ram, hastily unties the knots himself, and opens the fabric at the center to give Ram access. Heās panting, shaking, squirming, desperate for Ram to just fuckin go to town already.
Ramās mouth opens mindlessly over Bheemās nuts, *still fucking reading*, and he sucks the sack between his lips. He hums, sending vibrations into Bheemās body that make him growl. Ram finally lets his tongue run up the shaft of Bheemās cock, teasing, torturing, keeping control. Bheem canāt stop thrusting his hips up into it, so fucking ready.
Ram kisses the tip and slurps a little, finally FINALLY taking his eyes off the book just long enough to check on Bheemās expression. He sees how flushed and flustered he is. Bheemās cheeks are burned deep red, his eyelashes are thick with tears, his skin is dotted with little beads of sweat.
āAww,ā Ram coos, flipping his book upside down on the mat to hold his page. āIs something the matter, Bheema?ā
Look at the framing of this shot for a second, guys. Look at Ram standing over him, Bheem looking up with those pleading eyes and pouty lips!!!! THIS IS A BLOWJOB WAITING TO HAPPEN!
Remember the part in RRR where Akhtar asks for a lil kissy kiss?
They love kissing. I mean they really fucking LOOOOVE kissing each other, for ages and ages. They get into these protracted, drawn-out, heavy, steamy, handsy, groping makeout sessions where they just cannot stop kissing each other. It doesnāt even lead to sex sometimes, they just smooch forever. They both have that wonderfully wet, indulgent kissing style too. Neither one of them is shy. They just fuckin crawl into each otherās mouths and swim around in spit. They love it.
They both have big dicks. IāM SORRY, ITāS JUST FACTS!!!!! Iāve gone back and forth on this, cuz size queen politics are such a headache and I donāt want to like invalidate small dicks or whatever, but Ram and Bheem just so happen to have big fat cocks, okay?! Not disproportionally huge or like dumb porn huge, just big enough to be worthy of note. Bheemās cock is a lil bit fatter, Ramās is a lil bit longer. But overall, v similar size. When they suck each other off, itās a mouthful, but they can get the whole thing in there, to where their lips touch the other oneās pelvis. Ram drools a lot when he sucks Bheemās cock. And Bheem is a deepthroat king. He likes to take it all the way back.
Bheem is a bit of an exhibitionist. He lowkey loves the idea of random people hearing them fuck, or being just barely visible in public/ in the forest. This is an enormous challenge for shy Ram, but letās just say heās ready to meet any challenge for his Bheema.
Kink?! Why not?!! Ram and Bheem have a thing for fighting/wrestling as foreplay, but they also mess around with other pain-as-pleasure activities. Ram gets way into this, as certain forms of pain put him in a meditative state, and he really needs that. He asks Bheem to drip candle wax on him, bite him, choke himā¦ that last one has one hell of an origin story, and Iāll link it once I publish it in my fic. š I think theyāre primarily very tender, but they do like to experiment and play!
Ram loves petting Bheemās body hair. When theyāre in bed together especially, Ram will run his flat palms over the hair on Bheemās forearms, his thighs, his booty. The soft scruff soothes him, and Bheem is soothed in kind with Ramās hands all over him! He purrs and nuzzles his face into Ramās neck, praying heāll never stop.
Rajuās been exhausted for days, to a point thatās worrying for Akhtar. He makes some polite suggestions for how to bring restful sleep, recommends some herbs, offers a toddy recipe, but Raju waves off each suggestion, insisting that he has too much work to do and he really doesnāt need that much sleep anyways, but thank you Akhtar, youāre always so kind.
Akhtar frowns but doesnāt want to argue so he just keeps an eye on Raju and wrings his hands worrying about him for days. When he goes to bed each night, he whispers a prayer that Raju is in his own bed too, resting comfortably, hopefully getting some sleep. But he knows deep down that Raju is awake in lamp light, slaving away at that damn desk as usual. He wonders what could possibly be so important. He tries to push the bitter feelings away. All he wants to feel is love. The love comes in such abundance. Itās so easy.
Finally, Rajuās body has had enough and he nods off at his desk, minutes before heās expecting dear Akhtar to arrive for their little lunch date. He doesnāt even realize itās happening. Heās in the middle of writing a word when sleep takes him. The afternoon sun bakes his apartment in stifling warmth and he sweats even as he sleeps.
Akhtar lets himself in WITH HIS KEY THAT HE HAS, and sees Raju finally sleeping sweetly, albeit in this most uncomfortable position. He notices the beads of sweat clinging to Rajuās skin. He wants to be happy that his sweet Raju is finally getting some rest, but this clearly will not do. He immediately reaches for the electric fan and props it up to give Raju some cool air. He makes sure itās close enough to feel the breeze, but far enough that it wonāt wake him up. Heās satisfied when he sees Rajuās body relax into the nap, and Akhtar just BEAMS. Smiles like a man so blissfully in love, heād go to the ends of the earth to bring his beloved some comfort. But today all he had to do was move a little bit of air. ššššššš
It started with a little sketching experiment, that I decided to colour eventually. I canāt really figure out which one I prefer, the first one looks a bit unfinished but I kinda like this minimalist style š¤·āāļø