"Well, what do we have here."
Sören looked up and Anthony was standing in the bedroom doorway. Sören gave an innocent smile that wasn't innocent at all. After their video chat with Nicholas, Sören and Mark curled up together, but they were still naked, and the evidence of what had taken place in that chat was in plain sight - Sören and Mark were still naked, their cunts were both dripping with thick cream, beside them was the double dildo, slick and glistening, and the musky smell of sex lingered in the air.
"Hi, Daddy," Sören said.
Mark sat up - spreading his thighs to give Anthony a good view of his sloppy pussy. "We talked to Nicholas."
"As you know..." Sören smirked.
Anthony smirked back. "I see. Looks like you had a very... productive conversation."
"We did." A little frisson went through Sören, remembering the sight of Nicholas coming. His gaze traveled from the lust in Anthony's eyes to the obvious bulge in Anthony's pants. As satisfying as the earlier sex had been, now Sören was craving it again, and he got the sense Mark was too - there was a look in Mark's silver eyes like a wolf that had just seen dinner.
"Now it's my turn," Anthony said, his voice raspy with desire as he took down his pants and boxer-briefs, freeing his hard cock. He quickly got out of his shirt, tossing it onto the floor, and joined them on the bed.
Sören gave Anthony's cock a pointed look and then licked his lips. With a growl, Anthony pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss, then Anthony kissed Mark.
"What does Daddy want?" Sören asked, reaching down to caress the head of Anthony's cock with his finger, watching it pulse in response.
Anthony gave a throaty chuckle. "What doesn't Daddy want." He took a monent to think - Sören could practically see the gears turning in his head - and then Anthony said, "To start with, I want to watch some slut-on-slut love. Show me how you put on a show for your other Daddy."
Mark and Sören exchanged amused glances, then they kissed, running their hands over each other. After a few passionate kisses, they kissed open-mouthed, tongues teasing, as they reached down to play with each other's clits. When Anthony growled, Sören gave him an innocent smile that wasn't innocent at all and grabbed the double dildo, each end fashioned after Nicholas's cock. As Anthony watched, Sören and Mark each worked on one end of the double dildo, licking and sucking, cleaning off their juices and getting it slicked up again.
Then they got in the same position where they'd entertained Nicholas - both leaning back, legs open and fitting together. Sören shoved one end of the dildo into his hot, dripping cunt, then watched as the other end pushed into Mark's pussy. Mark moved in close so their clits were touching, and then they started to move, rolling their hips in a slow, sinuous rhythm, one pushing and the other pulling, the dildo working back and forth, in and out of each cunt, as clit teased clit. Anthony stroked himself slowly, then a little faster, breathing harder; Sören gave an appreciative groan at the bead of precum that slid down Anthony's shaft.
Mark and Sören were both sloppy enough from their last fuck that it didn't take long for the dildo to make obscene slurping sounds, and Sören's sensitized clit was almost painfully hard, aching to come, already so close. Anthony recognized Sören's tells - the ragged breath and little whimpers - and he let go of his cock and said, "That's enough."
Mark let the dildo slip from his cunt, and Anthony pulled the other end out of Sören. Then he rose up on his knees and grabbed each of them by the hair, pulling them towards his long, thick cock, standing at attention, dripping with precum. "Get it ready for you," he commanded.
Not that Sören needed to be told what to do, his cunt throbbing, almost coming untouched, from the sight of that gorgeous cock in his face - and the intoxicating musk of Anthony's arousal. Sören drew the head of Anthony's cock into his mouth, sucking and working his tongue, as Mark licked up and down the shaft, and licked at Anthony's balls. Anthony groaned with pleasure, fists tightening in Sören's curls and Mark's silky waves.
After a few minutes they changed places, with Mark greedily sucking at Anthony's cock while Sören sucked on Anthony's balls. Sören and Mark played with each other's clits, going out of their mind with lust, and when Mark began fingering Sören and those wet sloppy sounds started again, Anthony pulled back and gave another delicious growl. "You know what Daddy likes," he said.
Mark smiled and pulled Sören atop him. They kissed, and Sören began to grind against him, clit rubbing clit, wet pussy lips kissing. Anthony watched for a moment, stroking himself again, and then he got behind Sören. Sören cried out as he felt Anthony's cock push inside him, almost coming, gripping Mark's arms desperately to fight back a too-early orgasm. Mark laughed softly and began to kiss and lick Sören's neck and shoulder, knowing how exquisitely sensitive Sören was there... a most decadent torment.
There was nothing better than getting clit and cock at the same time, getting pleasured inside and out. Sören rubbed against Mark in the rhythm of Anthony's thrusts, as Mark continued to kiss Sören's neck. When Anthony slipped out of Sören and into Mark, the elf's arms tightened around Sören and they kissed deeply, then shared a sensual open-mouthed kiss, tongues playing.
Anthony went back and forth between them, a few thrusts inside Mark, then inside Sören, as Sören and Mark kept rubbing together, kissing, caressing. When Anthony sped up, groaning, Sören knew Anthony wasn't going to last much longer, and he himself was going out of his mind with the tension building - wanting so badly to come but also never wanting it to stop, each delicious stroke taking him deeper and deeper, overwhelmed by sensation and lust, utterly lost in hot sex. When Anthony started fucking hard, their cunts making squelching, smacking sounds around his cock, Sören buried his face in Mark's neck, nibbling, trying to hold back.
And then they were all right there. Anthony slapped Sören's ass. "Come for Daddy," he ground out.
Sören lost control, coming hard, and then Mark did too, his cunt pulsing against Sören's. Anthony pulled out and Sören felt hot seed spurting against his pussy and ass - he looked over his shoulder and saw Anthony jerking his cock, aiming his cum at both their cunts. Mark sighed, flexing his fingers and toes like a contented cat, then he pulled Sören into another kiss.
Anthony laughed with euphoria as he came down to snuggle both of them. Sören smiled and reached up to skritch Anthony's scalp fondly. "We love you, Daddy."
Anthony peppered Sören's face with kisses, then Mark's, and gave them a squeeze. "My good naughty boys."
Mark smirked. "Just wait till Nicholas gets back, then we'll show you just how naughty we can be."
Anthony's laughter rang out and his face lit up, green eyes sparkling with mischief. "I can't wait."