Daniel arrived that afternoon without much small talk. He brought a box of expensive pastries and chocolates from Paris—obviously not for Julian or Fabian, but for Froy and Gillian. After handing the box off to the nanny, he sat straight down on the living room sofa and pulled a cream-colored envelope from his bag.
“Summer vacation this year is at the Fisher Island Club,” he said, tossing the invitation onto the coffee table. “Family gathering. The entire Casablanca dynasty is invited, including close relatives. Bash said he’s already blocked out a few rooms in his villa.”
Julian picked up the envelope and skimmed it. He had almost forgotten that Bash owned property there. A few years ago, his uncle had mentioned a villa he rarely used.
Daniel took a sip of the mineral water the nanny had offered, then spoke in a casual tone that was very clearly rehearsed.
“Charles is still running his mouth in the WhatsApp group about Fabian’s extracurriculars at Miami 010. He said, ‘I hope Julian is still sane.’ I just wanted to confirm... how is Fabian doing these days?”
Julian chuckled softly. He dropped the invitation back onto the table without giving a long-winded defense.
“He’s good. Busy. The usual.”
Daniel nodded, as if he fully expected that exact answer. He stood up, smoothed down his suit jacket, and gave his younger brother a brief pat on the shoulder.
“Alright. I was just passing the message. Don’t forget to bring the kids. The aunts are going to want to see Gillian.”
After Daniel left, the house fell quiet again. Julian spent nearly two hours trying to put Froy and Gillian to bed. Froy was fussy from too much sugar, while Gillian, barely two and a half, passed out the second his head hit the pillow. Julian felt like his body had been run over. He was exhausted. Not just physically, but mentally drained after a full day of parenting and receiving an invitation that practically guaranteed a week of elite family drama.
He pushed the master bedroom door open slowly.
Fabian was already in bed. He was wearing nothing but a pair of impossibly sheer, black see-through briefs. The warm glow of the bedside lamp illuminated his heavily muscled physique. His cock was half-erect, pressing a sharp, thick outline against the translucent fabric. Fabian turned his head when Julian walked in, but didn't say much. He just pulled the duvet back slightly and patted the empty space beside him—a simple, demanding gesture for Julian to get into bed.
Julian stood in the doorway for a second. His exhaustion suddenly shifted gears, melting into something entirely different. He looked at his husband just lying there, half-naked, and felt a profound sense of ownership—his absolute right as a husband. His right to touch. His right to take.
He stepped forward, climbed onto the bed, and went straight for Fabian's crotch. Julian's hand slipped beneath the sheer waistband, wrapping around the thick shaft that was already growing rock-hard. Fabian looked at him, his gaze darkening with lust, and slowly lifted his hips. He shoved the briefs down to his thighs, letting his thick, heavily veined cock spring entirely free.
Julian swallowed hard. Even after being married this long, he was still mesmerized every single time he saw it.
“Fab...” he whispered, his voice already thick and raspy.
Fabian grabbed Julian's wrist, guiding his hand so he could grip the cock fully. His voice dropped low, vibrating with need.
“Ahhh, Julian... I don't know how fucked up you really are. But why do I always find a piece of myself inside you?”
Julian started stroking him, moving his hand up and down in a slow, agonizing rhythm. His thumb smeared the clear pre-cum weeping from the heavy head. Fabian let out a soft moan, his hips bucking upward slightly to chase Julian's hand.
“You complete me,” Julian replied, letting out a long breath. “And I absolutely love and hate that fact.”
Fabian chuckled—a sound that cracked down the middle into a moan. He grabbed the back of Julian's neck and pulled him down, kissing his throat deeply. His lips dragged against Julian's skin.
“Do you know how badly I crave your body every single night?” he murmured. “Every time I finish work, I just want to come home... to you.”
Julian pulled his hand away. He stood up on the mattress, hurriedly stripping off his clothes until he was completely naked. Fabian's tight, muscular body was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. The chest hair that was finally starting to grow out made Julian want to bury his face right into it. Fabian's cock, significantly thicker and longer than his own, hung heavy between his muscular thighs, the blunt tip already dripping wet.
“Hurry up, baby...” Fabian looked up at him through half-closed eyes, his voice dripping with needy demand. “I can't wait.”
Julian dropped to his knees right between Fabian's spread legs. He lifted the heavy cock with one hand, while his other hand gently cradled the massive, heavy balls. He stared directly into Fabian's eyes as he stuck his tongue out, slowly licking the bead of pre-cum off the swollen head.
The bitter-salty taste of Fabian flooded his tongue. Julian loved it. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed the massive head, his tongue swirling relentlessly around the hot, throbbing glans. Fabian threw his head back, staring at Julian with eyes completely clouded by lust.
“Ahhgggr... Julian... this is exactly what I fucking wait for all day.”
Julian started taking him deeper. He pushed the thick cock down his throat until he could barely breathe. An inch or two still remained outside, but he didn't care. He was starving. He wanted to consume as much of his husband as humanly possible. His left hand jerked the base that he couldn't reach with his mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Fabian's heavy balls.
Fabian tangled his fingers into Julian's hair gently—not forcing him down, but caressing him. His body was rigid, his abdominal muscles flexing beautifully every time Julian swallowed him to the hilt.
After several minutes, Fabian dragged Julian up. He kissed Julian's lips ravenously, his tongue chasing the taste of his own cock inside his husband's mouth. Their breaths tangled together, wet and scorching hot.
“You're too fucking good to me,” Fabian whispered against Julian's lips. “Now it's my turn.”
He guided Julian to stand up on the bed. Julian stood towering over Fabian, who was still lying flat on his back. Julian's cock, rock-hard and dripping with pre-cum, hovered right in front of his husband's face.
Fabian wrapped his massive hand around the base, staring up at Julian while dragging the swollen head against his own lips and cheeks. Then, he took Julian's head into his mouth, his greenish eyes never leaving Julian's. He swallowed slowly, letting his throat stretch wide to accommodate Julian's girth.
Julian let out a long, ragged moan. He gripped the back of Fabian's neck with both hands and started rolling his hips in a slow grind. Fabian squeezed Julian's tight ass cheeks, physically pulling him down deeper. Every time Julian thrusted, Fabian could feel Julian's heavy, warm balls slapping against his chin.
Fabian popped Julian's cock out of his mouth for just a second to demand in a raspy growl,“Don't hold back. I want all of it.”
Julian sped up. He punished Fabian's mouth and throat with deep, ruthless, rhythmic thrusts. Fabian swallowed relentlessly, even as Julian's saliva and pre-cum coated his chin and neck. Meanwhile, Fabian was jacking his own cock, which was violently hard and leaking massive amounts of clear fluid. With his free hand, he slipped a thick finger—slick with saliva and pre-cum—down to Julian's asshole, rubbing the tight ring of muscle before pushing one finger deep inside.
Julian gasped loudly. His head snapped back. Fabian kept massaging his prostate with his finger while simultaneously sucking his cock even deeper. The dual sensation made Julian shudder violently.
“Fab... I'm gonna cum...” he groaned breathlessly.
Fabian didn't stop. He pushed his finger in deeper, hunting for that exact sensitive spot while maintaining the ruthless sucking rhythm. Julian gripped Fabian's head tighter, his hips moving in erratic, desperate jerks. When he finally exploded, he held Fabian's head firmly in place, blasting thick, scorching ropes of cum straight down his husband's throat.
Fabian swallowed as much as he possibly could. A few drops escaped the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin. His eyes watered from being stuffed so full, but he kept staring up at Julian with a look of absolute, predatory adoration.
While Julian was still trembling above him, Fabian yanked his finger out of his husband's ass and went back to furiously jacking his own monster cock. The thick shaft throbbed violently, the veins bulging, before he finally erupted—blasting thick, heavy ropes of white cum all over Julian's stomach and chest as he stood over him.
Julian was still panting heavily above Fabian after unloading his final shot down his husband's throat. His body was trembling, but the lust hadn't died down. He was exhausted tonight, but it was a strange kind of exhaustion—the kind that only made him infinitely hungrier.
He reached backward, finding Fabian's cock, which was still impossibly hard and slick with pre-cum. With hands shaking from raw lust, Julian guided the thick, heavy head right to his own asshole. He rubbed the burning hot, slick tip back and forth along the cleft, ensuring the hole was adequately lubricated before finally bearing down.
“Oh... fuck yes...” Julian groaned softly as Fabian's thick head began stretching his hole. “I love this so much. You know what I really love? Feeling your dick swell and get bigger inside my ass. I can feel it, baby...”
Fabian bit his bottom lip, reaching up to pinch Julian's nipple with a gentle but firm twist.
“Ahhh yeah?” he rasped. “I can get a lot bigger. And you're going to worship my cock... exactly the way I worship you, Julian.”
Julian began to lower his weight with agonizing slowness. Every inch he took drew a long, shuddering moan from his lips. When he was halfway down, Fabian grabbed his hips and pulled down firmly, forcing Julian to swallow the entire ten inches until the base slammed flush against his ass cheeks.
Julian grinned widely despite his ragged breathing. He had successfully taken all of Fabian's massive length. Fabian stared up at him, eyes completely black with lust and absolute awe.
“Julian... baby...” Fabian murmured, genuinely stunned. “You are such a fucking slut tonight.”
“You have no idea how much I fucking love this,” Julian fired back, beginning to lift and drop his hips in a slow, torturous grind. His own cock, still half-hard, slapped wetly against Fabian's chest every time he came down. “Your cock gets so fucking hard when we play.”
“Believe me, I know,” Fabian groaned. He reached out and stroked Julian's cock, which was already starting to weep pre-cum again. “Your ass feels unbelievable wrapped around my cock.”
Fabian wiped a bead of Julian's pre-cum onto his two fingers, then licked it off while giving Julian a filthy, depraved look. Julian bit his lip, immediately speeding up his bouncy rhythm. The wet, rhythmic slapping started echoing loudly every time his ass crashed against the base of Fabian's shaft.
After a few minutes, Fabian suddenly flipped them over. He pinned Julian flat on his back against the mattress, Julian's legs still wrapped tight around his waist. Without ever pulling out, Fabian started driving his meat deeper, with a much more brutal rhythm. He grabbed both of Julian's wrists and pinned them above his head, rendering his husband completely helpless to touch himself.
Julian could only scream in pleasure every time Fabian hammered hilt-deep.
“How are you doing down there?” Fabian grunted between heavy thrusts, his voice deep and ragged. His large, smooth balls continuously slapped against Julian's ass with a vulgar plap... plap... plap.
“Loving... every... fucking... inch!” Julian could barely form the words. “Jesus Christ... I finally understand why you were known as the most expensive gigolo in Miami. Because... ahhh... this?!”
Fabian let out a breathy laugh.
“Yeah,” he replied, driving even deeper. “I'm your personal gigolo. And you fucking love it, don't you, Julian?”
Julian could only nod like a madman.
A few minutes later, Fabian pulled out. He flipped Julian over onto his side so they were lying together, spooning. He angled his slick cock right back at Julian's hole and shoved it hilt-deep in one smooth, devastating thrust.
“Ohhhhh, fuck... I love that so much, Fabian...” Julian whimpered. “You're giving me a very good reason not to be able to walk tomorrow.”
Fabian kissed the back of his neck, his voice completely wrecked by lust.
“I'll take Froy to school tomorrow. You just rest in bed. After I drop them off... I'm going to come right back here and fuck you until your legs stop working completely. Until the only thing you can do is lay in this bed with me. That's how fucking starved I am for you, Julian...”
Julian let out a long, drawn-out moan as Fabian started thrusting from behind. This angle made Fabian's cock hit an entirely different, impossibly deep spot. Every thrust felt heavier, fuller.
“Ohhhh yaaaaa...” was the only coherent sound Julian could produce.
Fabian kissed his neck again, whispering in a dark, commanding tone,
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” Julian answered without a second thought.
With that, Fabian rolled flat onto his back while keeping his cock buried balls-deep inside Julian. Now Julian was facing the ceiling, his body elevated slightly. Fabian slid his arms underneath Julian's armpits, locking him into a brutal full nelson—Julian was completely helpless, his legs hiked high in the air, his entire body weight supported only by Fabian's arms and massive cock.
The second Fabian started bucking his hips upward with a rapid, savage rhythm, Julian completely lost his mind.
“Oh my god... you're making me cum! You crazy fucking gigolo!” he screamed as his second hands-free orgasm ripped through him. His cum blasted into the air, raining down onto Fabian's stomach and chest below him.
Fabian just gave a short, ragged laugh.
“Yeah... your gigolo. And you fucking love it, don't you?”
Julian couldn't even formulate an answer. His body convulsed violently as Fabian kept hammering relentlessly from below. The tight muscles of Julian's ass clamped down like a vice around Fabian's cock, immediately triggering his husband's climax. Fabian let out a primal roar, blasting a massive, torrential load of thick cum deep inside Julian's body—so much that the excess white cream instantly began leaking out around the shaft still buried inside.
A moment later, Fabian released Julian from the full nelson. Julian collapsed directly on top of him, completely limp, gasping for air. Fabian slowly slid his cock out, then rolled Julian over so they were lying on their sides again—spooning.
But Fabian didn't pull away completely.
He took his still half-hard cock and shoved it right back inside Julian's gaping hole, which was now completely flooded with hot semen. Julian gasped softly.
“Fab...”
“I want my dick to stay inside your ass tonight,” Fabian mumbled, his voice whiny and demanding right behind Julian's ear. His arm wrapped possessively around Julian's waist. “I hope you don't mind, baby.”
Julian let out a long sigh. He felt completely stuffed, incredibly sticky, and strangely... at peace. He reached down and grabbed the hand Fabian had wrapped around his stomach, squeezing it tight.
“I don't mind,” he whispered. “As long as you're the one taking Froy to school tomorrow morning.”
Fabian laughed softly against the nape of his neck. “Promise.”
A few minutes later, exhaustion finally claimed them. Fabian remained buried inside Julian, his softening cock resting comfortably in place. Julian could feel the warmth of his husband's cum slowly oozing out around Fabian's shaft with every breath he took.
They fell asleep exactly like that—tangled together, intimately connected, while outside their bedroom, the house went completely dark and the children slept soundly.
Julian woke up at one in the morning.
The room was still pitch black, illuminated only by the faint, dying glow of the bedside lamp. His body felt like lead, aching everywhere—especially his lower half. But there was one detail he registered the absolute second he woke up: Fabian was still inside him.
His husband's thick cock hadn't completely gone soft. Even now, Julian could feel it slowly expanding and hardening again inside his loose, cum-soaked asshole. Julian bit his lower lip. His body was exhausted, but his libido apparently refused to die tonight.
He slowly ground his ass backward, pressing the stiffening cock even deeper inside him. His anal muscles consciously clenched and relaxed, trying to swallow as much of the thick shaft as possible. Every time he gave a tiny roll of his hips, he could feel Fabian's cock getting harder and thicker inside his gut.
Behind him, Fabian, who had been dead asleep, started to stir. His steady breathing hitched. Julian felt the arm wrapped around his waist tighten noticeably.
“Ohhh...” Fabian groaned, his voice gravelly from sleep. He opened his eyes, instantly registering their position. “Julian...”
Julian turned his head slightly, his voice soft and utterly surrendered.
“I think you're going to have to keep fucking me again right now.”
Fabian chuckled against the nape of his neck. The sound was low and vibrating with heat. He kissed Julian's neck from behind, his lips wet and agonizingly slow. Meanwhile, his hand drifted up to pinch Julian's nipple with a gentle, demanding twist.
“I definitely can,” Fabian replied, slowly dragging a large portion of his cock out, then shoving it right back in with a lazy, incredibly deep thrust. “Do you think... your ass can take any more of my cock?”
Julian desperately pushed his ass backward, forcing Fabian's meat even deeper.
“I can't live without you, Fabian,” he confessed honestly, his voice already trembling. “After taking your cock... I don't think my ass will ever accept anything else.”
Fabian bit down gently on Julian's shoulder. He started moving with more purpose now—sliding in and out with a slow, devastatingly deep rhythm. Every time he thrust deep, Julian could hear the vulgar, squelching sound from his cum-filled hole. The heavy stench of raw sex still choked the air in the bedroom.
“Your ass is still so fucking tight,” Fabian moaned directly into Julian's ear. His hand reached down, wrapping around Julian's cock, which was already springing back to life. “Even after being stuffed full so many times... it still grips me so fucking tight.”
Julian could only moan in response. He rolled his hips to match Fabian's rhythm, losing his mind every time that thick cock dragged against his prostate. A fresh sheen of sweat broke out across his back. The scorching heat of Fabian's body plastered behind him made him feel entirely protected, and entirely owned.
Fabian sped up his pace slightly. His left hand pumped Julian's cock in perfect sync with his thrusts. His right hand went back up to Julian's chest, twisting his nipple harder this time.
“Ahhh... Fabian...” Julian threw his head back, resting it against his husband's shoulder. “You're... too deep...”
“And you love it,” Fabian shot back, his voice low and dripping with filthy satisfaction. “You love it when I stuff you completely full like this.”
Julian didn't even try to deny it. He just gave a small nod, his breathing growing more ragged with every brutal thrust. His cock was rock-hard in Fabian's grip, steadily weeping clear fluid again.
They moved together in a slow, intensely grinding rhythm. The wet slapping of skin, Julian's muffled, desperate gasps, and Fabian's low groans of satisfaction filled the dark room. Fabian continuously kissed Julian's neck and shoulders, occasionally biting the skin, while his hand relentlessly jacked Julian's cock.
Julian felt his climax building—slowly, but with devastating intensity. His body locked up, his ass violently clenching around Fabian's cock. He blasted his load into Fabian's hand with a long, strangled moan.
Fabian followed just seconds later. He drove his cock hilt-deep, pinning Julian in place, and unleashed his second load of scorching hot cum into his husband's body. Julian could feel Fabian throbbing violently inside him, flooding his gut with thick, warm fluid once again.
A few moments later, Fabian slowly pulled his cock out. The excess cum instantly spilled out of Julian's overstretched hole. But Fabian didn't pull away. He kept his arms wrapped tight around Julian from behind, their bodies glued together, their breathing still ragged and heavy.
Julian felt incredibly sticky, completely stuffed full, and strangely... totally at peace.
Fabian kissed the nape of his neck one last time, his voice already heavy with sleep.
“Go back to sleep,” he mumbled softly. “Because tomorrow morning... I'm still gonna want you.”
Julian chuckled softly, his voice exhausted but entirely satisfied.
“You really are a greedy bastard.”
Fabian just let out a soft snore in response. His arm tightened even more possessively around Julian's waist.
A few minutes later, both of them were fast asleep in the exact same embrace—bodies tangled together, their breathing finally slowing down into a steady rhythm, while outside their bedroom, the house remained completely silent.
