away the terrifying loss he’d felt the day before. He pushed his pajama pants down his legs, and Zana stripped quickly. Spreading his legs wide, he tugged Zana to him and guided the fat cock into his entrance. When Zana thrust in, they both groaned, and Navid wrapped his legs around Zana’s waist to keep them connected. He savored the familiar sensation, so profoundly good and right.
Zana bracketed his head with his forearms and rocked slowly. The silver in Zana’s beard had replaced the black almost entirely, but his eyebrows remained dark, even as his hair resembled the snow Navid loved so much. He strained to meet Zana’s thrusts.
“My love,” Zana whispered breathlessly. “Will I ever get enough of you?”
“I hope not,” Navid murmured.
“Need more of you. Need to fuck you hard.”
“Do it.”
Zana pulled out, only to drag Navid to the edge of the bed. Driven by single-minded want, Navid knelt on the mattress so Zana could stand behind him. Firm hands gripped his waist, and Zana’s shaft slid into him smoothly. Navid loved how it always felt bigger from this angle. Within seconds, Zana thrust in and out with brutal power, their bodies smacking together.
Navid’s release came ridiculously fast. Buzzing from it, he simply lowered himself on his forearms and let Zana use his softened body. He wouldn’t come again, but even so, being filled over and over with ruthless force brought him a lasting sense of satisfaction, better even than the fleeting orgasm. Zana’s erection glided through all the slick like a piston, the crown all but punching the sensitive tissue around Navid’s womb, and Navid closed his eyes with bliss. Zana roared and squeezed Navid’s hips so tight he’d leave bruises. He spilled his seed deep into Navid’s body, and Navid sighed gratefully.
They knew each other’s bodies so well now. As Zana pulled out, Navid rolled over and welcomed Zana back between his thighs. Zana sank into Navid’s stained hole, and they kissed. Sometimes, Navid would fall asleep like this, with Zana’s still-hard cock in him, keeping the seed safely inside. Not this time, though. Zana stayed and kissed him until he softened. Then they settled close to each other, their noses almost touching, and Navid pressed his thighs together so the cum wouldn’t trickle out.
Zana’s hand warm on his cheek, Navid smiled. He felt sleepy again and so content. “My sun.”
But Zana’s expression clouded with regret. “You need to stop calling me that, darling.”
Navid woke up fully, the sleepy serenity wiped out in a flash. “What? No. It’s who you are to me.”
Always, every single time when Navid had called his husband his sun, Zana had given him a happy smile—just like sunshine. Now he lowered his gaze, his mouth curved in a painful grimace. That wouldn’t do.
“Ever since I woke up in your arms for the first time, it wasn’t blood streaming through my veins. It was love,” Navid said with urgency, willing Zana to listen. “It sustains me. When I thought I was losing Caleb and you, I lost myself, and the fear crippled me. I need to love you. I need that love to survive. I know I don’t deserve your easy forgiveness, but I’ll take it because I can’t—”
“No, darling.” Zana’s voice was firm, and Navid blinked in confusion. Why didn’t Zana understand? “I wanted you to feel like this. It suited me, so I let you. If the past few days taught me anything, it’s that your happiness should be my most important pursuit. Not my comfort, businesses, or politics. Your happiness.” Zana took a deep breath. “I can’t be your sun.”
Navid frowned, ready to protest again, but Zana cupped his cheeks and smiled.
“I’m a flawed man, Navid. A lucky one but so flawed. You’ve been staring into the sun, and I’ve let you because blinded, you ignored my shortcomings. I’m selfish, and I liked how you revered me. You’ve sacrificed so much for me over all those years.”
“I haven’t sacrificed anything.”
“Your entire life has been decided by my wishes and my needs, Navid. My decisions, all of it. And you made it so easy. Not once have you complained about anything.”
A vague memory flashed through Navid’s mind. You have power over me. It had never bothered him. Not once. “I don’t regret anything. I promise you I don’t.”
Zana kissed him, a firm press of his lips and the tickle of the beard Navid had learned to love. “I’m stepping down from the company, Navid.”
Surprise wiped Navid’s mind clean.
“What?”
“I’m almost sixty