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I’m Fabian fucking Salah. How is it possible I don’t have anything to wear?
Impossible. Implausible. Improbable.
And yet, as he rifled through his wardrobe, Fabian Salah felt his heart sink and frustration blossom.
He sifted through the rails of the walk-in wardrobe, looking fruitlessly for the perfect look. It had to be here somewhere. You can’t be struck by divine inspiration, then thwarted by earthly sartorial limitations. It was perhaps an unhelpful sign from the universe, telling him that just because he had an enormous walk-in wardrobe in the apartment he shared with Ryan, that didn’t mean he had to fill it.
“If I can find what I need today,” he said, talking to the walls of the wardrobe, “I promise to whatever’s out there, I will do a clear-out.”
I have the perfect look in here, I just need a little help.
He sighed loudly and picked up his phone, tapped the screen a few times and punched a call through to his best friend Vanessa. He set the phone to speaker and then returned to the hunt as it connected.
“Fashion emergency. Help.” Fabian called out as he returned to perusing the rails.
“Well hello to you too,” Vanessa greeted dryly, “I must have dreamt and woken up in a 2000s rom-com, because being hailed on my day off for outfit advice feels dangerously close to gay best friend with no agency territory.”
“Ha, ha, very funny,” Fabian said scowling at the phone, “no it really is an emergency, I don’t have anything to wear and it’s fucking important.”
In desperation he pulled out a midnight blue tunic and crossed to the floor-length mirror. He held it up, decided it was completely wrong for the task, tossed it aside and made a noise dangerously close to a sob.
Vanessa’s voice became concerned, “Fabian. Babe. What’s going on?”
“I want to surprise Ryan.” He returned to the search, delicately passing different fabrics through his hands, the right piece still elusive.
“I’m listening.” Vanessa paused, using the silence to tease her friend out.
“So, the showcase last week for the new album went really well.” Fabian began calmly, as he pulled out a pink lacy top.
Nope, he thought and put it back on the rail.
“That’s amazing!”
“Yeah,” Fabian sighed, “they love all twelve songs and they want the love song I wrote for Ryan for the first single.” It was fantastic news, but he’d delivered it with the enthusiasm of someone having a bucket of water tipped over their head.
“We’re not happy the men in suits liked your new album?” Vanessa’s voice went up at the end with uncertainty.
“We are. Obviously. And I love that ‘Baldr’ is going to be the first single.”
Vanessa shrieked excitedly, “I remember sobbing so hard when you played that for me.”
“Happy tears for a change at least.” Fabian allowed himself a brief smile, remembering Vanessa ugly crying when they’d listened to it together at brunch a few weeks earlier. “It’s a little lighter than what I normally write, but they seemed to like it and, in fact, they like it all so much…they’re booking me a hundred date tour.”
Vanessa’s whoop howled out of the phone.
Fabian laughed nervously, “Yeah, super, but it’s longer than anything I’ve done before, with all these cities I’ve never played in before…and I’ll have to fly between some of the shows. There’s dates in the US as well as Canada.”
“Shit.” Vanessa said, immediately spotting why Fabian sounded less than pumped about the whole thing. “What’s Ryan gonna do?”
As well as husband, in the time since he’d retired from hockey, Ryan had picked up a few more titles; including variously: driver, roadie, cheerleader, photographer, security and vital emotional support. He always went with Fabian on the road and had actually been key in Fabian’s word of mouth success. Driving between places had meant Fabian could play in many smaller venues, which had snowballed into larger and larger spaces. Ryan’s arms were always there after a show for him to collapse into when the adrenaline subsided and Fabian just needed to be held. And have his hair played with. And have other things…stroked.
Fabian pushed the delightful thought of Ryan’s big hands on him aside.
“That’s why I want to surprise him. He said he’d come with me,” Fabian almost pulled out one dress, then reconsidered it, “just like that. As if it weren’t a huge deal.”
Vanessa inhaled sharply, “He hates flying right?”
Fabian nodded to himself, “It’s fucking awful for him; and I told him we could work something out and I didn’t expect him to come, but he wants to and already spoke to his therapist about it. She recommended some treatments and a specialist he can work with. We obviously have time until the tour and he wants to try.”
“Of course he does.”
“The thing is, I’m not sure I could do it without him,” Fabian picked the phone up and sat down on the floor, tucking his chin onto his knees, “he matters so much to me and I can't bear to be away from him. He’s my everything. If I fuck up-”
“-which you never have.”
“Or,” Fabian wrestled the conversation back, “something goes wrong. I know Ryan’s there and he’ll save me. Come to the rescue. This tour is everything I’ve been working for, but I don’t want to ask too much of Ryan or be unfair to him.”
“He also has a say in what he does or does not do,” Vanessa said, tone balanced, “and I see the way that big hunk looks at you Fabian. I don’t think he could spend all that time apart from you either. Plus, all either of you have committed to is trying and seeing. If it’s fucking awful, you’ll figure it out.”
As always, Vanessa was the voice of reason and Fabian knew all she’d just said was true. Astutely observed and wisely crafted advice as usual.
Before he realised it, he was talking again.
“I think sometimes about how it would have been if he didn’t walk into the drug store that night.”
“I’ll bet.” Vanessa said, her tone warm again.
Fabian felt a small smile on his face as Ryan swam to the top of his mind again, a pair of soft brown eyes blinking at him.
“Every kind thing he does, I think, ‘thank fuck he walked back into my life , I am so lucky to have him.’ The sweetest soul, biggest heart and whenever I see him smile, I almost don’t believe all of this is real. How far I’ve come and how much of it is down to him.”
“Think you should save undying declarations of love for your husband maybe?” Vanessa cackled to herself.
“Fuck you,” Fabian retorted playfully, “I just mean, I’m a lucky bitch and I wanted to find a way to show Ryan how grateful I am to him. Then it came to me the other night.”
Vanessa hammed up her exhausted tone, “At last.”
“You remember Wyatt from the wedding?”
She replied immediately, “Those fucking dimples? Even I could appreciate those.”
“He got Ryan into comic books when they played together and it turns out, from there, it’s just a hop, skip and a jump to dragon fucking.”
“Ryan likes romantasy.” Vanessa said, realisation dawning on where they were going.
“So…I figured it would be fun to dress up as the princess from the series he’s reading at the moment. Except, cocky bitch that I am, I thought for sure I had the perfect look in my wardrobe, but I’m struggling and I need to find it because otherwise I can’t make Ryan get into the outfit I bought him and I really want to see him dressed up in it. So…I called you.”
Vanessa laughed, “I see the emergency now babe. No princess outfit, no mind blowing sex with the brave noble hero.” She paused, “What kind of princess are we talking about? I know you perform as a literal fucking fairy most of the time, but I don’t see you in a ball gown.”
“No, no,” Fabian dismissed, “we want elven eleganza y’know. Something that makes him stop in his tracks when he sees me.”
Vanessa giggled, “Honey, he stops in his tracks every time he sees you.”
“Fine, I want to be extra breathtaking then.” Fabian whined.
She ummed and ahhed, then let out a little whoop of triumph, “Takes his breath away, eh? Do you still have the toga you wore for the ‘Arcadian Night’ video?”
“Oh my god. You’re a genius.”
Fabian’s mind recalled the outfit she meant and he knew at once this was it. He threw himself back into the many rails of clothes, sifting through them until he found the garment bag—labelled and sealed after he’d finished filming. He unzipped the bag and held the hanger up to the light to admire the costume.
The inspiration for the look had been the gods of Mount Olympus. The toga hung off one shoulder, cut short enough to cause an international incident and criss-crossed by swirling shimmery gold detailing. He ran to the mirror in excitement and let out a little cheer at having nailed it. Fabian could already think of a few choice pieces of jewelry to wear with it.
“What do we say to Vanessa, Fabian?” The voice on the phone prompted.
“Thank you Vanessa,” he answered sincerely. “Alright I love you but I need to start getting ready. I’ll text you all the details when we’re done.” He added the last part because he knew Vanessa would want to know exactly how the foray into fantasy turned out.
Before he hastily hung up, she managed to get out, “Have fun!”
*
“Fabian?” Ryan called out as he opened the door. He couldn’t wait to get out of the suit trousers and shirt he’d worn for his talk. It was rewarding to talk about his time in hockey and his work to advocate for better mental health provision, but it was also tiring. The speaking engagements drew big crowds of people, who he had to meet with, talk to and seem genuinely excited to see afterwards. In reality, the only person he wanted to see after he’d been talking about his life, story, and feelings for hours was Fabian. He kicked off his shoes and looked around curiously, padding deeper into their living room.
It was a little darker than usual. A lot darker actually.
“Fabian?” He called out again.
As Ryan’s eyes adjusted to the low lighting, he realised there were tealights dotted around the room, flickering in the darkness. More importantly as his eyes roved the room for clues, they fell upon a card and a box neatly arranged on the coffee table. The box was dark, tied neatly with a bow and the card looked expensive, in charcoal paper, with Ryan’s name written in gold marker on it, undersigned with a kiss.
Bemused, Ryan picked up the card and opened it, recognising Fabian’s cursive handwriting immediately.
Put this on. Meet me in the bedroom. F.
Ryan’s eyes flicked back to the tealights and he realised now that although they were dotted about the room, almost at random, on the floor, an illuminated trail stretched away in the direction of the master bedroom. He picked up the box and headed to one of the spare bedrooms, assuming Fabian didn’t want him to arrive without having followed the instructions.
*
There was an angel in their bed. An angel, that if he squinted, might perhaps once have been Fabian Salah.
“Oh fuck.” Ryan muttered to himself from the doorway.
Ryan wanted to mount the bed there and then. To kiss all the way up Fabian’s legs, to the hem of the toga draped across his slender body, nip at his tantalizingly exposed shoulder and bring their lips together in the kind of kiss that heralded a promise of so much more to come later.
He held back at the door though, with all his might, committing the image of Fabian to memory instead. His face was a glimmering vision, lids dusted with a blend of shimmering golden powders and eyes lined with dark pencil for maximum contrast. The eyes didn’t so much leap out at you as grab your attention and dare you to let go first.
The gold theme carried through the accessories. A set of bracelets looped round his wrists, a single gold necklace with an R pendant hung from Fabian’s long neck and his head was ringed by a tiara, tucked neatly under his bangs. Styled after vines, the intricate golden strands of the tiara were wound together with buds detailed along the length of them.
Ryan's heart thumped hard in his chest. Fabian's skin seemed to be fluorescing. His skin was always radiant, but it seemed to shimmer more brightly tonight—glittery against the dark sheets of their bedspread.
Fabian's pretty pink lips twitched into a smile, “I was beginning to think my handsome warrior wasn’t coming to rescue me.”
Realization dawned for Ryan, “You’re the princess… From my book.”
“I’m the princess,” Fabian confirmed, smile widening, “and I'm more than happy to rule over a kingdom where every fucking thing can go wrong so long as you come through the door to rescue me each and every time, looking like that.”
Ryan felt a flush on his cheeks. He’d forgotten what he was wearing.
Fabian licked his lips at the sight. Ryan Price transformed into the kind of fantasy warrior that always winds up fucking the princess into the wall. He couldn’t decide whether he liked the top or the bottom more. The harness looked better than he’d expected, dark brown leather suspenders, interlaced with thicker straps of leather that wrapped across Ryan’s hairy chest in an X. The fit was snug against Ryan’s well chiseled pecs; but the leather kilt was a revelation—overlaid straps of dark leather dangling down to finish just above Ryan’s knees. Fabian was half tempted to enquire whether Ryan had kept his underwear on under there, but interrupted that line of thought when he spotted the flush on Ryan’s face.
“You always look good baby,” Fabian purred, “but tonight you look so fucking handsome. Indulge me in a twirl?”
After a moment’s hesitation, a small smile grew on Ryan’s face and he spun round on the spot, leather kilt whirling as he did so.
“I always thought I was the best looking one in a skirt in this relationship, but I might have to reconsider after tonight.”
Ryan chuckled at him.
“Do you feel okay?” Fabian cocked an eyebrow. He loved exploring new experiences with Ryan, but he also wanted to make sure he was comfortable.
Ryan nodded affirmatively, “Pretty fucking fantastic now.”
Without warning he flexed his big biceps beside his head and Fabian felt his dick throb so hard that if it could, he thought it would probably have screamed. Then Ryan smirked at him and Fabian was damned if that didn’t make him swoon even more. He really did like the outfit.
Fabian brought a hand to his forehead and arched his head back, feigning faintness.
“I think,” he said, closing his eyes, “I’m falling into an enchanted sleep. The only cure is true love’s kiss.”
He felt the bed dip as Ryan climbed it, and in seconds sagged into the bed as Ryan’s weight fell upon him. As Fabian had hoped, Ryan had been enticed by him arching his head and his lips found Fabian’s neck, licking and sucking at it hungrily. Fabian moaned throatily, then tugged needily at Ryan’s hair, bringing his husband up face-to-face with him.
“So I’ve been thinking,” Fabian huffed out, looping his graceful fingers possessively into the harness to tug Ryan closer, “and I don’t think the name of the guy in the book suits you.”
“No?” Ryan asked, returning his lips to Fabian’s neck, “you got a better one in mind for me?”
“Ryan the ravishing!” Fabian yelped as Ryan bit hard on his neck, lips alternating now between nips and kisses on the sensitive skin there.
His husband’s face popped back up in front of Fabian, close enough their noses were almost touching.
Ryan’s face remained adorably flushed, “Well I don’t like the Princess’s name for you either.” He stroked at the tiara ringing Fabian’s head, tracing the elegant interwoven golden strands.
Fabian placed a delicate kiss on Ryan’s cheek, “No?”
“No,” Ryan shook his head, “I think Fabian the Fair suits you better,” he stroked at Fabian’s temple, “you’re the fairest of them all, actually.”
Fabian’s mocha eyes twinkled at him, “I might not live up to that by the end of the night after what I’ve got planned for you.”
“I’ll count on it.” In a flash Ryan had Fabian’s hands pinned above his head, then bent down, bringing his lips to Fabian’s ear, “You look phenomenal Fabian.”
“I like being beautiful for you,” Fabian said, eyes bright with love. Then, arms still pinned above his head, strained forward licking a thick stripe up Ryan’s neck, “and I think you’re gonna like what I’m wearing underneath this even more.”
Surprise bloomed across Ryan’s face, “Can I take it off you?”
“I’d like that.” Fabian said sweetly.
Carefully Ryan pulled the toga up and over Fabian’s head, then tossed it aside and was lost for a moment by the desire to kiss his husband again. Before he could sink too deep in the kiss, a delicate hand pulled at his hair and Ryan opened his eyes to see Fabian’s eyes flick downwards. He’d missed something. Something important.
Fabian hadn’t been lying when he said Ryan would like what was on underneath.
“Jesus.” He breathed out quietly.
Ryan’s hands traced the delicate lilac lace bra pulled tight over Fabian’s pecs. Although Fabian was not muscular, he was well toned, and the top hugged his chest perfectly. The material was also fine enough Ryan could see Fabian’s nipple piercing too. He reached out a finger to caress the single pearl dangling down and then he pulled on it softly through the material, making Fabian moan softly at him. Ryan trailed his hand down further to Fabian’s svelte torso, landing at the matching lilac thong and his eyes bloomed at the sight of a black cock ring tugged tight around Fabian’s shaft and balls. He stroked Fabian’s already firm erection through the material and felt his husband shiver.
“I was hoping it’d have that effect on you.” Fabian’s voice brought Ryan back to look into his yearning dark brown eyes.
Ryan stroked Fabian again gently, “You’re planning to last tonight.”
Fabian shook his head, “No, that ship sailed and sank to the bottom of the ocean the moment I saw you all dressed up. In fact I think if you stroke me anymore I may combust altogether. The good news for you however, is you are so fucking irresistible I’m going to cum at least twice for you.”
They both laughed.
“I like the sound of that.” Ryan moved back up the bed, planting his arms either side of Fabian’s face so he was framed above him.
Fabian reached out to cup his face, “I want to give you everything you want tonight Ryan. All of me, for you.”
Ryan turned his face into the soft hand, his beard bristling against Fabian’s palm, “I want to taste you first.” Then, starting at Fabian’s wrist, he kissed his way down his elegant arm, skirted across his shoulder and up his neck—Ryan lingering there again to soak up Fabian’s citrusy scent. Then he brought their lips together, both of them groaning into each other’s mouths.
Fabian nudged his nose into Ryan’s well groomed fiery red beard, “The spice in your beard oil is sending me wild.”
“I can make you wilder.” Ryan’s eyes were wide with all the right kinds of danger.
As fast as Ryan had pressed their lips together, his lips were away again and moved down, arriving at Fabian’s erection which threatened to break free from the lavender lace at any moment. Fabian bucked immediately at the wet lips on his shaft, the arousal overwhelming as Ryan’s fingers pinched hard at his nipples. He wriggled under Ryan’s combined contact, already feeling himself lose whatever control he’d mustered beforehand.
Fabian was taking shorter and shorter breaths as Ryan’s lips worked him over, “Need you to be careful with me Ryan. Very careful.”
“I will be,” Ryan chuckled, taking his lips away, “you just looked too incredible for me to not have a taste of you first.” He ran a finger along Fabian’s length and watched his husband’s hips buck up again.
“Maybe you can eat something else?” Fabian drawled breathily.
Ryan’s face lit up.
They undressed, Ryan whipping away his kilt, to reveal he had indeed taken his briefs off when he changed, and Fabian slipping out of the delicate lingerie set, flinging both bra and thong aside on the floor.
Ryan lay back on the bed, head propped up on a single pillow taken from the pile Fabian had draped himself over—his broad and long body stretching almost the entire length of the bed. His thick erection was already pointing skyward, while Fabian’s dick hung heavy between his legs, bouncing as he scooched backwards up Ryan’s body. Fabian eased back until the head of his cock tapped on Ryan’s collarbone and his sculpted ass was close enough to feel Ryan’s hot breath on it. He shivered at the sensation and let out a loud moan as Ryan pressed his bearded face into the crook between his cheeks, the next sensation Ryan’s warm, wet tongue probing at his entrance.
“Fucking dreamy Ryan,” Fabian murmured lustily, as Ryan’s tongue darted inside him, “love you right there.”
“Want your throat Fabian. Now.” He growled, then returned to making wide arcs inside of Fabian with his tongue, landing a pair of hard spanks on each of Fabian’s cheeks.
Fabian composed himself enough to say, “Your wish is my command,” before he dove down on Ryan in a single flourish. It was one of his favourite party tricks, partly because of the noise Ryan made whenever he took him straight to his base – almost a warcry – and partly because Fabian loved being able to satisfy his man like this. Take him all the way into his throat in a single motion.
As Ryan grunted into his ass, Fabian set to work, his lips gliding up and down Ryan’s rock hard shaft at a fast pace. He enjoyed letting loose like this too, being able to lose himself in the sensation, satisfied noises from Ryan sending jolts of arousal all over Fabian’s body. Ryan’s hands dug into his cheeks now, pulling him wider apart so he could press his tongue deeper and devour Fabian’s ass.
“Love your hole.” Ryan called out, spanking Fabian hard again.
It was music to Fabian’s ears and Ryan’s cock was music in his mouth. He had a divine tempo, taking Ryan deep, time and again—his tongue dancing round the girthy shaft, teasing at Ryan’s sensitive spots, making him thrust into Fabian’s mouth with enthusiasm. Fabian dug his hands into Ryan’s meaty thighs, savouring the beads of precum leaking out of Ryan’s glans, as he rolled his mouth around the head of the shaft.
Fabian called back silkily, “I go ga-ga for this cock every single fucking time Ryan.”
He was good with his ass, but if he had to pick he was proudest of the things he could do with his mouth. The way he could have Ryan tremble under his touch: feeling the big strong man underneath him fall apart and lose all restraint as he rocked his hips up, straining to go ever deeper into the embrace of Fabian’s throat. Fabian let him, sinking down to Ryan’s base time and again, engulfing him entirely.
Fabian whined as a pair of cold lubed fingers rolled round his hole, then plunged in, rubbing against his prostate. The effect was explosive, electricity radiating across Fabian’s body as Ryan worked him open further, his two big fingers scissoring in broad sweeps. Then the pressure of the fingers were gone, replaced by Ryan’s tongue, wet and needy, tracing circles round his entrance. Fabian gasped as the fingers returned, a third joining them, stretching him out with slick pulsing movements.
“That’s fucking divine baby,” Fabian cried out, wrapped round Ryan’s fingers, “want you to fuck me. Please.”
Before they broke apart, Ryan craned his head forward, taking Fabian’s heavy balls in his mouth in turn. He loved them like this, so fat from the cock ring. As he sucked on each ball, the noises from Fabian became guttural. Ryan knew he’d be covered in Fabian’s cum if he kept it up, but he couldn’t resist rolling the balls round his mouth one last time, then pulled off, gasping for air. He clapped a slap on each of Fabian’s cheeks, then shuffled out from under him.
“So ready for you, gorgeous.” Fabian gushed hungrily.
He settled on his forearms on the bed and spread his legs out, his ass up in the air ripe for the taking. The lube bottle clicked somewhere behind him and Fabian turned his head round, taking in Ryan’s hairy frame looming behind him, thick legs, hard chest and broad shoulders, all leading to his handsome fiery bearded face. Not to mention his enormous erection, standing proudly out in front of him. Ryan flashed a wild grin down at Fabian. He poured lube the length of his shaft and ran a fist along it to smear it all over his length.
Ryan’s eyes blazed down, “I’m ready for you too, baby.”
Fabian blew a kiss and then settled his chin on the bed in front of him. As Ryan’s tip nudged at Fabian’s entrance, he lay down on top of him—bringing his arms, lush with red hair, to rest on top of Fabian’s. Fabian whimpered at the sublime pressure as Ryan’s body wrapped on top of his and his shaft pushed inside, a full feeling growing as he received inch after inch of Ryan. His dick pulsed beneath him, desperate for release, as Ryan bottomed out.
He could feel Ryan’s breath behind his ear, then his soothing lips, kiss after kiss landing. It was both an expression of love and encouragement, Ryan letting gestures show his passion for Fabian, where words might fail him.
His beard tickled Fabian's ear, “You okay baby?”
“Fantastic,” Fabian’s voice had become lusty and heavy, “fucking take me. I want it hard Ryan.”
Ryan pulled his hips back, then pressed forward into Fabian, burying himself inside him to the hilt. His hips became fluid, weaving back and forth in just the right motion to win soft whimpers from Fabian.
“So fucking good Ryan, you’re so big, take me just like that.”
Ryan loved the praise. He rolled through his hips, his dick grazing against Fabian’s prostate, which earned another loud moan from Fabian. Ryan was of course heavy, but Fabian relished the weight, the sensation of being pressed into the bed and hammered by Ryan at the same time was the headiest of highs. As Ryan pistoned inside him, Fabian couldn’t help rubbing his own dick against the bed, the friction already causing him to leak heavily.
“Ryan, you’re gonna make me cum.” Fabian warned, Ryan’s beard bristly on his shoulder.
Ryan’s voice was suddenly sweet, “Want me to stop?”
“No,” Fabian spun round to beam in encouragement, “fuck me through it. Gonna come all over again and make a big mess on your chest.”
“Your wish is my command princess.” Ryan pecked his cheek, pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back in.
Fabian screamed out, “Jesus Ryan. Heaven sent. Fuck it out of me.”
Ryan slid back and forth into Fabian, balls slapping against his entrance, feeling Fabian writhe beneath him, the early ecstasy of climax already overtaking his husband. Fabian cycled between grunts and purrs, at once feral and feline beneath Ryan’s enormous bulk. His ass clenched repeatedly around Ryan as his body tensed all over, orgasm at hand. As he cried out a final time, Ryan eased down his rhythm, letting Fabian ride the wave and come down the other side. He placed kisses at the tender spot behind Fabian’s ear, then nipped at his lobe.
*
Fabian was breathing heavily, “Give me a second beautiful.”
Ryan didn’t mind, his favourite place was being with Fabian, closely followed by being inside of him. The dream, like now, was to have both at the same time.
“Sit up at the top of the bed?” Fabian suggested, easing out from under Ryan as his husband rolled off him. He walked away to their bathroom. Ryan shuffled up the bed, propped himself up on the pillows and bent his cock down, letting it spring back and hit his toned chest with a thud.
“I heard that.” Fabian giggled, returning from the bathroom. He’d taken off the cock ring, but its effects lingered, his balls hanging low between his legs.
Ryan’s eyes were aflame, tracing every inch of Fabian’s body, working up from his slim legs to his petite waist and most importantly his heavenly face. The makeup was a little messed up, and Fabian’s eyes were watery, but he remained a golden mythical creature. Okay, the makeup was actually very messed up from deepthroating Ryan, but that only made him look sexier. The fact Fabian was now only left wearing jewellery, the tiara, the bracelets and the dangling R-pendant, made Ryan’s cock pulse even harder.
“You’re like a creature from another fucking world.”
Fabian grinned, then dropped to his hands and feet, coquettishly crawled across the room and worked up the length of the bed on all fours, until he was cradled in Ryan’s lap facing him.
Fabian pressed his lips against Ryan’s and smiled against him.
“I think I’m ready to go horseback riding, brave warrior,” Fabian ran his fingers through Ryan’s red hair, “Think you can help with that?”
Ryan dug his fingers into Fabian’s ass cheeks, “Saddle up.”
The look Fabian gave him, eyes wide and needy, made his dick throb. I’m hungry for you.
Fabian grabbed Ryan by the base of his shaft and positioned his tip to tease just at his entrance. Slowly, hands braced on Ryan’s shoulders, Fabian lowered himself—making little blissful noises as he dropped all the way down. He began fucking himself on Ryan, leaning into the big pair of hands that had found their way to his hips. Ryan licked his lips looking at Fabian, revelling in his messy makeup, dishevelled hair, the loving look in his eyes and the sinful feeling of him being wrapped around his cock.
“You fit like a fucking glove Fabian,” Ryan growled, “can’t believe how good this feels.”
“Believe it baby, you’re fucking a real princess.” Fabian trilled, as he pressed his lips forward to plunge his tongue into Ryan’s mouth. Fabian sped up the movement of his hips as they kissed, shifting his angle just right to start getting Ryan off for real. There was a time where orgasming was a challenge for his husband, but Fabian had studied closely, learning exactly how to get his man off. The right pressure from his ass, angle, and pace were all he needed to get there and Fabian had found it. As pleasure overtook his husband, Fabian could feel Ryan beginning to thrust his hips up to meet Fabian’s own motions. He could also feel his own control seeping away as Ryan’s cock stretched him apart sublimely. He flexed his hands down from Ryan’s shoulders to his nipples, pinching them hard enough to make Ryan grunt at him.
“Like that big guy? When I do this,” Fabian pinched them both again, making Ryan grunt louder, “and how about this?” He lowered his lips delicately to each nipple in turn, brought his teeth to the skin, bit hard and then sucked at them, soothing carefully.
As Fabian took Ryan’s nipples between his teeth, he hissed out, “Drill me Ryan.”
Fabian held himself in a low squat, as Ryan pounded up into him. Ryan’s dick became a blur, sliding in and out of Fabian, hips rocketing back and forth.
Tension blossomed over Ryan fast, a quiet noise somewhere behind his balls, and a feeling across his body which became louder in tandem. He worked his shaft in and out of Fabian, sweat glossy on both their chests, breathing ragged
“Need to come.” He groaned against Fabian’s ear, his thrusts becoming erratic, “You want it inside?”
Fabian wanted that very much, but for a brief moment he wanted something altogether different. He saw it clear in his mind—Ryan throwing him down on the bed, straddling him and emptying out his load all over him, covering him head-to-toe. It never got old to see all of Ryan up above him and watch ecstasy take over his body as he blew a load out. But tonight, Fabian knew exactly what he wanted.
He brought their foreheads to rest together, “Fucking give it to me baby.”
Ryan’s thrusting rhythm unravelled urgently, devolving to harder and fewer thrusts as he inched closer to the edge. He took Fabian in hand, milking his shaft firmly, knowing exactly how to take Fabian past the point of no return. Their slick sweaty bodies melted into one, as a bomb went off somewhere at the base of Ryan’s shaft. Lightning zapped across him as his dick shook and twitched, spurting thick ribbons of cum up inside of Fabian. In tandem, Fabian moaned deeply as he began emptying over Ryan’s hairy chest, an impressive amount for a second orgasm.
Ryan stroked a finger through the cum on his chest, then stuck his tongue out and licked the thick salty wad off the end of his fingers, holding Fabian’s gaze as he did so. A low rumble of delight at tasting Fabian escaped his mouth.
Fabian fluttered his delicate dark eyelashes, “Feed me?”
“Love to.” Ryan’s eyes shone at him.
Fabian lifted up, allowing Ryan’s dick to fall out of him and saw Ryan’s fingers slip below to catch his own release. Then, he tracked the fingers as Ryan brought them up, glossy with cum and brought them to Fabian’s swollen lips, then pushed inside his mouth, letting Fabian lick them clean. He held his fingers in Fabian’s mouth possessively for a moment, then drew them out and tugged on the R-pendant around Fabian’s neck to draw their lips together.
He gently lowered Fabian down to the bed and then lay on top of him, hugging him close in a final enchanted embrace.
*
Ryan was sitting up reading in bed shirtless when Fabian joined him after finishing his nighttime skincare routine.
His face lit up when he saw Fabian, skin dewy from all his serums, “You ready for bed?” Ryan put the book down on the bedside table.
The clean face and baby pink short sweat set was a complete contrast from earlier, but to Ryan his husband looked fucking irresistible. He knew he’d kiss Fabian tomorrow, but that was a whole night away, so he snatched a kiss as Fabian lay down inside his outstretched arm next to him.
Fabian rested his head on Ryan’s chest, certain he couldn’t possibly be more comfortable than in the arms of his man. Then he yawned loudly, “I’m gonna sleep well I think.”
“Very well.” Ryan promised, placing a kiss in his dark curls.
Fabian put a hand on Ryan’s chest, letting his fingers drum on it.
“I love you so much Ryan and I want to make sure you know how incredible I think you are. You’ve made my whole world possible.” He whispered.
Ryan placed his hand on top of the one on his chest, squeezing it affectionately.
“I love you too. You’re my person and I’d do anything for you, because I know you’d do anything for me.” He brought Fabian’s hand to his lips and kissed it sweetly.
Fabian turned his head to smile sleepily at him, then mischievously reached across and snatched up the book, turning it over in his hands, “What attracted you to a book series about a beautiful princess being rescued by a big muscly warrior anyway?”
Ryan looked thoughtful as he picked the book back up, “I think they reminded me of someone actually.”
“Uh huh.” Fabian teased.
“Yep,” Ryan continued, voice warm, “the Princess really reminds me of this one guy actually. She’s got beautiful hair, the best spirit and she makes the warrior happier than he ever thought he could be. She plays the harp too.”
Fabian chuckled, eyes drooping, “A harp? Really?”
“Oh, the dragons and goblins are fine, but you draw the line at a harp?” Ryan laughed and pulled Fabian in close, “Wyatt said he thought I’d like the plot, but I’m beginning to think people just read these for the smut.”
Fabian didn’t have the heart to dignify that with a response, so he kissed Ryan’s chest, closed his eyes and let himself drift away into the night.