Seeing You Again

The sleek black Maybach purred through the rainy streets of London, headlights cutting golden tunnels in the late-night drizzle. In the back, Alexander and Julian Voss, both identical twins, thirty years old, dressed in sharp suits, and had sharper reputations sat shoulder to shoulder. Same dark hair, same piercing green eyes, same quiet intensity that made boardrooms tremble. Different only in the way they carried themselves: Alexander was the calm strategist,and Julian? He was a wild fire.

Up front, behind the tinted partition, sat 24-year-old Luca Moretti. Six months as their personal chauffeur. Six months of stolen glances in the rear-view mirror. Six months of feeling their eyes on him when they thought he wasn’t looking. Six months of trying, and failing, to ignore the heat that bloomed in his stomach every time one of them leaned forward to give an instruction, voice low and close.

But tonight was different.

They’d been at a charity gala, and downed a lot of champagne. The partition was down, which was unusual, but not unheard of. Luca could see them in the mirror: ties loosened, sleeves rolled up, the top buttons of their shirts undone. Alexander’s hand rested casually on Julian’s thigh. Julian’s fingers toyed with the stem of an empty glass.

“Luca,” Alexander said, voice smooth as velvet.

“Yes, sir?”

“Take the long route home. The scenic one.”

Luca’s pulse kicked up. The scenic route meant thirty extra minutes through the empty parks and river roads. Thirty extra minutes alone with them.

He flicked the indicator and turned left toward the Embankment.

Silence stretched. Then Julian’s voice, lower, rougher than his brother’s.

“Pull over when you find a quiet spot”.

Luca swallowed. His hands tightened on the wheel. He drove another five minutes until they reached a deserted stretch of road along the Thames, streetlights dim,with no other cars in sight. He eased the Maybach to the shoulder and killed the engine. The rain pattered softly on the roof.

Alexander hit the button to raise the privacy screen between front and back. Then he opened the rear door.

“Get in the back, Luca”.

It wasn’t a question.

Luca stepped out into the drizzle, heart hammering. He slid onto the wide leather seat between them. The door closed with a soft click. The interior smelled of expensive cologne, rain, and something darker; arousal.

Julian reached over and turned Luca’s face toward him with two fingers under his chin.

“You’ve been watching us for months”, Julian said. “Don’t think we haven’t noticed”.

Alexander’s hand settled on Luca’s thigh feeling the warmth through the black trousers of his uniform. “And we’ve been watching you”.

Luca’s breath hitched. “I… I didn’t mean to…”

“Shh.” Alexander’s thumb stroked a slow circle on his inner thigh. “We want you to.”

Julian leaned in, lips brushing Luca’s ear. “Tell us you want this too. Or you’ll drive us home right now and pretend this never happened”.

Luca’s eyes fluttered shut. “I want it,” he whispered. “I want both of you”.

The air in the car thickened.

Julian kissed him first; hard, claiming, tongue sweeping in like he’d been starving for it. Luca moaned into his mouth, hands instinctively reaching for Julian’s chest. Alexander’s fingers worked Luca’s belt open, sliding inside his trousers to palm him through his boxers. Luca was already hard, aching.

“Fuck, he’s soaked,” Alexander murmured against Luca’s neck, nipping the skin.

Julian broke the kiss, eyes dark. “Get him naked”.

They moved together with practiced efficiency. Luca’s jacket was shrugged off. Shirt buttons popped. Trousers and boxers shoved down to his knees. He was bare between them in seconds, cock flushed and leaking against his stomach.

Alexander wrapped a hand around him, stroking slow and firm. Julian leaned down and licked a stripe up Luca’s throat, then bit his earlobe.

“You’re going to take us both tonight,” Julian growled. “Right here. Right now”.

Luca’s head fell back against the seat. “Yes. Please.”

Alexander released him and unbuckled his own belt. Julian did the same. Two thick and long cocks sprang free—identical in size, both already hard and glistening.

Julian pulled a small bottle of lube from the console. “On your knees, facing me”.

Luca scrambled to obey, knees on the wide seat, hands braced on Julian’s shoulders. Julian slicked his fingers and reached behind Luca, circling his entrance before pushing one inside. Luca gasped, hips jerking.

Alexander moved behind him, chest pressed to Luca’s back. He kissed the nape of Luca’s neck while his hand joined Julian’s—two sets of fingers stretching him open, scissoring, curling.

Luca trembled between them, caught in the heat of two identical bodies.

When they deemed him ready, Julian pulled his fingers free and lined himself up. “Breathe”.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch—until he was buried deep. Luca’s moan was muffled against Julian’s shoulder.

Alexander waited until Luca adjusted, then pressed the head of his cock alongside Julian’s, nudging against the already-stretched rim.

Luca’s breath stuttered. “Both of you…?”

“Both,” Alexander confirmed, voice rough. “Relax for us”.

He thrust forward carefully. The stretch burned, then bloomed into something overwhelming, perfect. Luca cried out as both cocks filled him. Julian in front, Alexander behind—rubbing against each other inside him.

They stilled for a moment, letting him feel it.

Then they moved.

Slow at first—shallow thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot. Then deeper, harder, finding a rhythm that made the car rock gently.

Julian kissed him again, swallowing his moans. Alexander’s hand wrapped around Luca’s cock, stroking in time with their thrusts.

Luca came first—hard, shuddering, spilling over Alexander’s fist with a broken cry. The clench of his body dragged both twins over the edge. Julian groaned into his mouth as he spilled deep. Alexander followed seconds later, hips stuttering, filling Luca alongside his brother.

They stayed like that; panting, tangled, and sweat-slick until the rain slowed to a drizzle.

Julian kissed Luca’s temple. “Good boy”.

Alexander pressed a softer kiss to his shoulder. “You’re ours now”.

Luca smiled, boneless and spent between them.

The drive home was quiet.  

But the night was far from over.