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Luka had done a lot for money over the years. He works a job as a delivery guy after school and whenever someone had an odd job for him that paid, he wasn’t going to say no. It wasn’t even that he desperately needed money, it just was something he had gotten used to doing. Over the last year in particular however, things had gotten a bit more interesting and way more lucrative. Ever since he had gotten to know Adrien Agreste, his normal pizza deliveries had gotten quite the increase in tips. The model just loved the greasy food and ordered it whenever he got some peace and quiet. Half of the time the other had nothing smaller than a €50 note in his wallet, so each trip was around 40 bucks in profit for him alone.
This time however, instead of the usual food order, the blond had sent him a request for something more… unusual. “Grab your guitar, wear something nice and be at my place at 16:00 and stay ‘til 18:00. Need someone for a duet. Going to pay you 500 for it.” Now, naturally he had questions, but the price tag had quickly washed them out of his mind. With an eager grin on his face had he grabbed his guitar case, thrown himself on his bike and rushed across Paris. It didn’t even matter to him that he would be hours too early if he arrived now, after all there were always ways to kill the time before four.
As he raced through the streets of Paris, the warm summer air brushed through his hair as he had forgone a helmet to not mess up his teal hair. On his way it wasn’t just his reckless riding that got people’s attention. Luka was a tall guy and while he used to be quite lanky in the past, that had long changed since all the superhero chaos had started. Since then, he had filled out considerably.
Thick biceps bulged the black t-shirt he was wearing. Large pecs were straining the front, his large nipples clearly visible through the thin material and beneath them, sweat was making the fabric cling to his abs. He was wearing blue jeans which hugged his thick thighs and calves tightly and despite his best attempt at tugging it away, the thick tube that travelled along the inside of his right leg wasn’t stealthy. Even soft his massive cock easily reached his knee and his balls filled out the space between his legs, resting annoyingly against the seat. What could he say, being the snake hero had gifted him with quite the snake of his own.
Finally, the tall wall of the Agreste manor was lining the sidewalk and after one last corner, he was standing in front of the metal gate. Getting off his bike, he struggled to fish his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans. His thick bubble butt wasn’t doing him any favours, but with some pushing he finally held it in his fingers. “Hey, am here already, open the cat Aristokitten.” He didn’t even have to wait a full ten seconds before he got a thumbs up in return and not a full minute later, the gate opened with the mechanical noise of the hidden motors.
No sight of the limo or any of the other cars that the Agreste Family owns, which probably meant Adrien was alone for the moment. Luka locked his bike, then approached the front door. He honestly had already a pretty good idea why Adrien was excited enough to offer him this much money just to play with him and it honestly tugged at his heartstring. Luka really hoped that it would go well, but whatever worries were starting to brew in his mind got washed away as the large front door of the mansion opened and a gust of cooled air washed over him.
Standing more than a head shorter than him, it was Adrien that greeted him. The blond was wearing nothing but a pair of tight green boxers and a towel wrapped around his blond hair. The thin blond must have been in the shower a moment ago, judging by the droplets still running down his flat chest towards the large bulge in his underwear. While not as big as Luka, it was clear that the other was quite blessed too. “You’re early.” It wasn’t quite a complaint, more an accusation, but Luka easily brushed it away with a smirk. “Thought you would like to practice at least a little, you haven’t told me any details yet after all.” His answer made the blond pause, then smirk, before he finally turned around to lead the way.
“If that’s what you want to go with. Let’s move then.” Leading the way, Adrien put an extra swagger into his step, as if he already knew that Luka’s gaze was fully glued to how tightly his underwear was hugging his fat pale ass.
…
Practice went well, once Adrien had thrown on some clothes and sat down on the grand piano. The songs that were picked out weren’t anything too difficult and more written for violin accompaniment than guitar, but they made it work. It was actually a joy to see Adrien lose himself in the music and just for that alone Luka was happy that he had accepted.
When 16:00 came around, instead of an audience assembling, nothing happened. Luka could see in real time how the smirk on Adrien’s face vanished and he deflated. And despite that, they still went through their practiced songs without a single mistake. Once the last note faded into the air, it was Adrien that broke the tense silence between them.
“Why did I think he would care to attend something he himself planned? Typical, Father, always putting work first. I don’t know why I still am stupid enough to believe that he actually cares about me...” A small sniff left Adrien and the glistening in his green eyes shocked Luka to the core. Sure, he was aware that Adrien hates how distant his father is, but this was the first time he had ever seen the blond show visible negative emotion.
Placing down his guitar, he lightly bumped Adrien’s side with his elbow. “Hey, come on, we did well. Don’t let that ass kill your mood. I know it sucks. Hell, my father left us completely alone, not saying that you got it better with how distant your dick of a dad is…” Luka grew quiet as he realised his choice of words wasn’t really that encouraging, then something new came to mind.
“How about we switch to doing something else?” A small smirk blossomed on Luka’s lips as he wriggled with his eyebrow. “There are a few things that come to mind to forget about the no-show, if you catch my drift.” Leaning in closer, he pressed his lips gently against Adrien’s, then lifted his hand to wipe away the lonely tear that had dared to escape the blond’s eye. It took Adrien a moment to register what was going on, then he eagerly returned the kiss. Lips smacked against one another and before Luka knew it, he could feel Adrien’s tongue begging for entrance. He was so tempted to allow him in, but then it dawned on him that they were still in the open. Thankfully Adrien seemed to realised it before too long too.
Panting the blond broke their kiss. “Well, if you are offering so nicely, how could I say no? You did such a good job after all, you deserve a nice tip.”
Not wasting any more time, Adrien dragged Luka out of the music hall and towards his own room and Luka couldn’t keep the grin off his face. The blond was so easy to read and yet he loved that about him.
Entering his large bedroom, Adrien let go of Luka’s hand and instead went for his shirt. Tugging the button-down over his head, he threw it to the floor, then went to work on his pants. Before Luka could even think about undressing too, Adrien was already back down to his green boxers. “You’re so slow, need my help or came manage yourself, slowpoke?” The blond’s grin was so wide at this point as he went to his sweaty underwear and peeled it over his thick thighs.
Six inches soft, Adrien’s cock was as thick as three fingers put together, resting above two egg-sized balls, and as Luka went for his own shirt, he could already watch it swell. By the time his fat pecs breathed the air-conditioned air, Adrien’s cock reached its full foot in length. With its foreskin peeled back, the pale rod throbbed and oozed like a panting animal waiting for attention, it was more than enough to get Luka’s own dick to wake up.
“Looking good as always Adrien. Seems like your workout routine is working.” His praise got him a blush in return, before Adrien turned around to show him the massive mountains of his ass. Now free from the boxers, it looked like it had grown a size or two. “I don’t know, feels like it goes way too much to my thighs and ass, this nearly feels ridiculous.” To prove his point, the model reached back and sank his fingers into his fat cheeks. Watching how easily they dug into the soft flesh, Luka let out a loud moan as his cock throbbed hard against his pants.
“I don’t know, to me it looks great, just keep it up.” Instead of making a small show out of undressing like he had originally planned, the guitarist practically ripped off his pants, just to allow his cock the space it demanded. Rising into the air, thicker than his wrist, the two feet of pulsing meat slapped against his chest with a loud thack. His tip practically buried itself between his pecks as his large grapefruit-sized balls got peeled away from his sweaty thigh.
Without warning, the blond jumped at him, causing Luka to stumble backwards against the closed door. His hands just about managed to catch Adrien around his back as their cocks got sandwiched between them. “Mmm, I love how easily you can catch me. Big muscles that aren’t just for show are a rarity in the model world”, he smirked and gave Luka’s pecs a good grope. “Not that I mind the good looks of course. Now come, get us to bed so that I can give you your tip.” Bumping Luka into the sides like one would do with a horse, the blond chuckled in time with the guitarist.
“Someone switched tone quickly, but guess you deserve it. Hold on tight!” While Adrien wasn’t that heavy, he still had troubles walking at first. Feeling that hot cock against his own, by now they had found their own rhythm that slowly began to create a mess of pre between them. Not to mention his fingers just centimetres away from that fat ass… it wasn’t hard to say that he was getting rather distracted.
As Luka was waddling over to his bed, Adrien was entertaining himself by playing around with Luka’s hair. “I love how your hair isn’t perfectly consistent. It is like a little game each time I see it, find all the coloured strands.” Chuckling at how cute and sappy Adrien sounded, Luka surprised the other as he threw him onto the large bed without a warning, before he climbed onto it himself and crawled over to him.
Just as he reached him, Adrien pounced, sending both of them rolling around and without Luka really fighting back, the blond ended up on top. “Alright Mr, you did your part well. Your skill with the guitar was as beautiful as it always is. Now, to your reward.” With a cheshire smirk on his lips inched Adrien his hand closer to Luka’s mammoth and gentle pawed at it to make it swing from side to side.
“Such a massive sausage, all for me”, leaning forward he licked a stripe from roughly halfway up the cock all the way to the tip. “Hard to imagine that you are six whole inches larger than Nino and he is already a beast.” A small chuckle escaped him. “And here Félix and I thought our matching dicks were the largest we would ever see. The next time he is in Paris, I should introduce you to him. You got more than enough for both of us after all.” Another lick, though this time he paused as Luka’s head to swirl his tongue around it, slightly dipping beneath his foreskin.
“Talking about sharing me? And here I thought you wouldn’t be used to sharing your toys. You are breaking one rich boy stereotype after the other Adrien.” Reaching out, Luka brushed a loose strand of hair out of Adrien’s hair, then buried his fingers in it to pull him closer to his cock. His silent demand got answered by the blond opening his mouth to take in as much of him as he could.
He wasn’t stupid of course and expected that Adrien would be able to take all of him, he knew that his massive size was too much, but he always loved to see how much the blond could take. He had already come a long way since their first session, as demonstrated by how relatively easily he pushed the entirety of his fat head into his mouth. The soft hands of the model found the rest of his shaft with a gently grip, before the blond truly got to work.
Centimetre after centimetre got slowly pushed into the model, as he lowered his upper body and raised that magnificent ass into the air. Yeah, a pleased sigh slipped past Luka’s lips as he sank deeper into this soft bed. This really was a sweet life he had. Nothing beats a bit of R&R after playing some music together. Way nicer than an afternoon spent delivering pizza in this heat by a long shot. “Good job Adrien, I think that’s already further than the last time.” Running his fingers gently through the blond’s hair, he encouraged him to go deeper and the model was eager to comply.
With each beat of their hearts, slit the blond’s lips lower and lower down the rod. The moment he reached his tight throat, Luka couldn’t help but moan loudly and tighten his hold a bit, but he managed to keep himself from thrusting. He wanted to see how much Adrien could take without help; he wouldn’t take that pride away from him. Finally, around the halfway mark of his cock, the blond had to pause and call it. For a moment he remained there, allowed his throat to massage Luka’s heavy cock, then he pulled back.
A loud pop filled the air as Adrien took a deep breath, then leaned forward to nuzzle the soaked cock. “Nearly halfway this time”, he sounded so satisfied with the result. “Good job Adrien”, Luka couldn’t help himself and let out a small laugh at the other’s expression, which turned into a small groan as Adrien saddled his weight on Luka’s thighs to lean past the cock to plant a kiss on Luka’s lips.
Before he could deepen the kiss however, he found the blond already trailing lower. Kissing over his chin, down his neck, Adrien found his way to Luka’s chest. “I just love how thick you’ve become. I know I keep saying it, but whatever workout you are doing, it is doing wonders.” Kissing Luka’s right pec, he began to grope his left one with a hand, as he went straight for his throbbing cock with the other.
“So kind and gentle and yet so strong”, each praise got paired with a stroke of his hand, causing Luka’s already quite pend-up cock to throb and spew out copious amounts of pre. With uncanny precision however managed Adrien to always just pause right before the guitarist was ready to unload, then resumed once the “danger” was over.
Before Luka could complain about the teasing rhythm, Adrien started to nibble lightly on Luka’s fat nipple. “Hey, careful with those teeth.” The last part got hissed out with pleasure as Adrien gently kneaded his balls. The light scolding only made Adrien chuckle to himself and continue without a care in the world.
Nibbling and sucking on the fat nub, Adrien found himself quite envious. If he had such a large body, he would be decorating it with piercings or tattoos not show the restraint that Luka was showing. Well, he wished he could do it, but his father would kick his ass if he ever dared. Still, with as much of a punk look Luka carried with him, he was honestly surprised that the other wasn’t adorned more.
His musings finally got short as Luka had enough of the teasing. “Alright, enough of that Kitten.” Gently, he pushed the blond off him, then spread his own legs and grabbed his angrily throbbing cock. “Now, look at what you did Adrien. All swollen and red, I hope you plan on making up for it.” Wriggling his cock into the direction of the model, he sends a wave of pre all over the formerly clean sheets beneath him.
A dangerous glint flashed in Adrien’s green eyes, shortly before he pounced again. Planting his hands on Luka’s pecs, he dug his fingers in deep as he positioned his ass so that he was hotdogging the massive cock behind him. “Aww, cannot handle my teasing? Guess I indeed will have to make up for it then. I hope you are ready, because I practiced.”
Lifting himself up, he blindly positioned himself at the end of the massive cock, then offered one more smirk to Luka, before he thrusted himself down hard.
Despite all the teasing, now it was Luka’s turn to be speechless. His eyes bulged as a loud moan escaped him, all while the slick insides of Adrien began their agonising massage of his heavy cock. Unlike with his mouth, the model’s ass was seemingly effortlessly taking his large size, bulging the formerly flat and fit stomach of Adrien until all two feet of him had vanished inside him and those fat cheeks hit his thighs.
The last time they had tried it, Adrien hadn’t been able to take him this easily.
“You look shocked, didn’t think I would train too? Well, my muscles might not be as big as yours, but even I can find a way to smuggle a toy into the mansion. Now, let me do my work~” Lifting himself up with ease, enjoying each moan and breath he managed to coax out of Luka, Adrien soon slammed himself back down again. Without giving the other a moment of peace, he repeated the motion right away.
The tight embrace of the model’s inner walls mixed with the contrast of the air-conditioned air of the room and the hot insides; it was a massage that nothing else in the world compared to. Paired with the agile hands massaging his pecs and he couldn’t do much but lay there and let Adrien work.
For Adrien meanwhile it was just as heavenly. Feeling his insides getting stretched and filled by Luka was something nothing else compared to. Sure, he had a toy, but that wasn’t as flexible and while Nino offered his service in the past, he wasn’t as large as Luka, though the cum filling made him preferable over the toy… it was just a shame that he wasn’t allowed near the mansion anymore.
But compared to the real deal that was Luka, nothing compared. He could feel those hard thighs slam against his soft cheeks hard enough to rival a good spanking, meanwhile he could see the bulge of the other’s cock move inside of him. If his hands weren’t so busy playing with Luka’s pecs or running over his deep, delicious abs, he would so see about massaging the tip through his stomach… perhaps that could wait for another time.
After the annoyance that was the earlier performance, all he desired at the moment was a mind-numbing fucking, followed preferably by a good cum filling that would knock him out for the rest of this annoying day. As if he had read his thoughts, Luka’s hand shot up to give his fat ass a light spank.
“Hey, no bad thoughts right now. If you are slowing down already, don’t mind if I take the wheel.” Pushing himself upwards, he used his momentum to throw Adrien to his back. Once the blond hit the mattress dug Luka his feet into it to gain as much footing as possible, then thrusted into the tight heat.
The shift in angle, speed and force broke through Adrien’s confidence with ease and a loud moan was all that managed to escape the blond as his cock shot out waves of pre like a broken faucet. For any normal person, that amount would have been unreal, but just like Luka, the blond wasn’t exactly normal.
“M-more”, the demand got accompanied by Adrien flailing around with his legs a bit, before they managed to hook behind Luka’s back, locking him in position. With such a heartfelt demand uttered, the guitarist couldn’t help but lean down to plant a hungry kiss on the blond’s mouth. “Oh, believe me, I got no plans of stopping any time soon. Going to have to make it worth your money, after all”, he threw a glance towards the clock on the wall, then smirked cockily.
“We still got an hour until six.”
Any semblance of mercy was forgotten with that bold declaration as Luka sprung into action. Thrusts grew harder, more animalistic as he threw his entire weight and the strength of his legs behind them. Adrien was left speechless at the feeling of all that girth and length that kept hammering into him with a hint of a break in sight. Whenever he is just about to get used to the rhythm, Luka managed to change it into something just different enough to stimulate him anew.
Just like the guitarist had mastered his instrument, so was he playing the model at the moment. Each thrust forced a slightly different type of moan out of the blond and it was music to Luka’s ears.
Seconds turned into minutes and before Adrien knew what was happening, Luka had forced his legs apart to change their position. Landing on his hands and knees with his ass in the air, the blond felt Luka’s hands sink into his ass and spread his cheeks to take a quick look at his well-used hole. “Mmm, still holding up nicely, your training is impressive.” All he could do was moan at the praise, which only grew louder as the other planted a quick lick across his rim before he sheathed himself back inside.
With the better angle, Luka got back to work setting up a fast pace that reached even the last corners of Adrien. The model was moaning and groaning, before he finally snatched one of his pillows to bit down on it and muffle his friends. Only Luka was able to get him this vocal and he was honestly a tad embarrassed by it. If his partner was annoyed by it, he wasn’t showing it at least.
“H-how badly do you want it? Inside or a shower, how do you want it?” Luka’s hand went back to Adrien’s head to run through the sweaty blond hair and to get him away from the pillow so that he could understand his answer. “Badly! Inside!” The words were barely audible beneath the wet moans that left the blond’s drooling mouth.
“Inside it is then, better get ready to take it all then.” With his mind made up, Luka pushed himself to his limits. In and out, warm insides and cold air, space and tightness. His own legs were growing tired, but he could feel himself approaching his climax and judging by the noises, so was Adrien. As finally his balls started to churn and pull closer to his body, Luka did one last push, fully sheathing himself in the blond.
While Luka’s cock was still twitching, waiting for his load to get pumped through the full length, Adrien was already unloading all over his bed. Shot after shot of white painted the mattress in thick goo and as Luka himself joined him, the blond’s flow appeared to only grew stronger.
Feeling his cum unload into the tight ass of the model sapped the last strength out of the guitarist and he came to a rest on the model’s back as shot after shot of hot cum left him. The outline of Luka’s massive cock in Adrien’s stomach got less and less defined with each shot that got thrown into the mix and after half a dozen, the detailed outline had turned into a vague tube.
As more got added to the mix, it started to sag, turning into a more general roundness as it pushed against the mattress. Knowing things were about to get uncomfortable, Luka wrapped his arms around the blond’s chest and rolled them over, so that Adrien was laying on his stomach and his own belly got all the room it needed to grow. And grew it did, for what felt like litres were pumped into him with seemingly no quick end in sight.
Each shot earned another small grown from Adrien, who’s own cock twitched and sprayed cum all over them with as unending stamina as Luka himself. Despite that however, the drain of energy was noticeable to both of them and while they didn’t fully fell asleep, both still started to drift off.
…
It was around 17:45 when the afterglow had started to fade and Luka snapped back to reality. His cock, now noticeably softened, was still securely lodged deep into the blond’s ass, acting as a cork to leave his mess contained. And what a mess it was, Adrien’s stomach was bloated way more than the last time they had fooled around. Had he been this blue-balled, or had he simply gotten more productive? It was hard to tell.
Sadly, he wouldn’t be able to bask in this feeling for too long, as he would need to get going before too long and he really didn’t fancy the idea of heading out into Paris reeking of cum. Thus, despite being very reluctant, he gently nudged Adrien to wake him up. “Come on Kitten, we need to get cleaned up before anyone starts to look for us.”
Instead of a clear answer, all he got was Adrien leaning back further into him and placing his hands on his bloated stomach. “Urgh, don’t want to move. Carry me?” He tried his best to sound cute, but his voice was slurred, nearly drunk. Luka just chuckled, but obliged him, by carefully wrapping his hands around him.
“What one doesn’t do for you. You are lucky you’re so cute.” Pushing himself to his feet, he nearly stumbled from the heavy weight that Adrien put on him, but he managed to catch himself and used the momentum for the first few steps towards the model’s bathroom. Good thing Adrien was so rich and had a massive shower, trying something like this back on his boat and well… he barely fit into his shower on his own to say the least.
Once the glass door had closed behind them, Luka pulled out and with a groan from both of them, a proverbial flood of cum began to ooze out of Adrien. “Man, you made such a mess this time, not that I mind.” Giggling quietly to himself, Adrien leaned against Luka and began to apply pressure to his stomach to help the emptying.
Luka meanwhile reached out to turn on the shower, then grabbed one of the many bottles lined up and began to gently soap up Adrien’s hair. The blond leaned into his touch with a small sigh. “Thanks again for coming today. Remind me to get you your money before you leave. I hate leaving debts unpaid.”
“Don’t rush. The money is nice, but I hope you know that I would have happily helped you out without it. I like playing with you, both music and this.” Pausing his massage of Adrien’s scalp, he leaned down to plant a kiss on the model’s cheek, who giggled and turned to capture Luka’s lips instead. “I know, just hard to get into my head. Now, get scrubbing, before we get distracted again.”
Laughing at the demand, Luka went back to soaping up the other. “Alright boss, but you better return the favour once I am done.”
“Heh, always.”