Everyone in this story is well above the age of consent.
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Sören's first art show in years - since before the pandemic started - was a success. He sold a few paintings and even had a couple commissions lined up. He was still grinning so hard his face hurt on the way home, and as soon as they arrived and stepped out of the car Sören hugged Anthony and Nicholas in turn, spun them around, then pulled them into a group hug, laughing and crying with euphoria.
"This calls for celebration," Anthony said, and kissed the tip of Sören's nose.
"Indeed." Nicholas smiled.
After the cats were fed, Anthony started the jacuzzi and Nicholas picked out a bottle of champagne. The three men undressed and relaxed together in the soothing heat and bubbles while vanilla-scented jar candles flickered around them. Sören sighed deeply and flexed his toes, melting as the tension rolled out of him in a flood of relief. "I can't believe I was so nervous and almost didn't go through with it," he said. He reached out to touch Anthony's face, then playfully tweaked Nicholas's nose; Nicholas gave him a stern look but his eyes twinkled.
"Well, you were a good boy for listening to us," Anthony said.
"Yes. You were a very brave boy." Nicholas ruffled Sören's mop of curls.
Sören giggled and skritched Nicholas's silver beard, then gave each of them a kiss. He loved their praise as much, if not more, than the compliments he'd received on the art at the show.
Nicholas raised his glass of champagne. "To our good boy."
Anthony also raised his glass. Then Sören said, "To my daddies who take good care of me."
They clinked glasses, and after a few sips, Anthony turned to Nicholas and said, "I think we should reward our boy for being so talented... and obedient."
"Great minds think alike." Nicholas flashed a wolfish grin that sent a shiver down Sören's spine.
Relaxation gave way to arousal, being here naked with the men he loved, his mind playing fantasies of the delicious possibilities of what would come once they left the tub. He decided to give them a head start, and when his glass of champagne was almost finished, he "accidentally" spilled some over his left nipple. "Oops," he said.
"Oh my. This is expensive champagne, can't let it go to waste." With that, Anthony leaned in and lapped the champagne from Sören's nipple, then drew it into his mouth, suckling hard with a hungry look in his eyes. Sören's nipples were both pierced with captive bead rings - matching his horizontal clitoral hood piercing - and that made them more sensitive. Sören's cunt throbbed from the exquisite sensation. Giving Nicholas a smirk, he poured the last drops of his glass over his right nipple.
Nicholas and Anthony sucking his nipples at the same time almost made him come untouched. Sören whimpered, and Anthony licked a slow trail up his neck before claiming his mouth. They kissed deeply, then open-mouthed, tongues teasing. Nicholas kissed Sören next, then Nicholas and Anthony kissed - Sören always loved watching, especially now.
It was time. They got out of the hot tub, Nicholas began draining it, and the three carried the jar candles from the bathroom to the bedroom. Once the candles were arranged, Anthony turned on the string of fairy lights wound around their canopy four-poster king bed, took Sören by the hand, and led him onto the bed. Nicholas followed, his hard cock at full erection, bobbing with each step. Sören licked his lips at it, then glanced over at Anthony - a decade of being on T had given him bottom growth almost the size of a thumb, which was also jutting out, ready to go.
But as badly as he wanted to taste each of them, they were going to work on him first. With a kiss, Anthony gently pushed Sören back against the propped-up pillows, then Nicholas kissed Sören, then Nicholas and Anthony kissed again, exchanging conspiratorial smiles as if they knew intuitively how they were going to work together.
Nicholas got on the right side of Sören, and Anthony to the left. Nicholas kissed and nibbled Sören's shoulder while Anthony kissed and licked Sören's neck, then Nicholas kissed Sören's neck as Anthony kissed his shoulder. They kissed their way down to Sören's hard, swollen nipples and once again lapped at them and sucked on them at the same time, driving Sören wild with pleasure, writhing and moaning. Anthony tugged a ring with his teeth and then so did Nicholas, before they suckled harder. Sören cried out, his entire body electrified.
Anthony lovingly, reverently traced Sören's top surgery scars with his fingertips, then with his tongue, before kissing and nuzzling them. Sören stroked Anthony's cheek, and Anthony leaned into his touch with a sweet smile, love shining in his eyes. Then with a growl, Anthony nibbled at Sören's stomach and Sören moaned. Anthony and Nicholas kissed, licked and nipped at the sensitive skin of Sören's stomach, sides, hips and thighs, knowing after years just where he liked it.
Anthony rubbed his nose in Sören's dark curly bush and his fingers caressed Sören's aching clit. They dipped inside and Anthony made an appreciative sigh. "You are so fucking wet."
"You get me wet, elskan." Sören's eyes locked with Nicholas's. "Both of you."
Anthony and Nicholas looked at each other again, as if to decide who got the first taste. Nicholas, ever the gentleman, gestured to Anthony, and Anthony grinned as Nicholas slid up. Sören watched as Anthony began to lick, taking long, slow strokes with his tongue, and when Anthony's tongue lashed faster, that was when Nicholas kissed him. Being kissed by Nicholas intensified the pleasure of Anthony's wicked tongue, all the more intense when Anthony started sucking on Sören's hard clit as if it was a cock. Sören moaned into Nicholas's kisses, louder when Nicholas kissed his neck, whispering endearments in French between kisses.
"I love doing this to you," Anthony purred, taking a few more slow licks. "You taste so good."
Sören bit his lip. "Oh, Daddy..."
Anthony resumed sucking, this time mashing his face into Sören's mound and making filthy slurping sounds as his mouth suctioned Sören's clit. Sören howled, losing himself in sensation, digging his nails into Nicholas as the older man kissed and licked his neck. It wasn't long before Sören was rocking his hips, gently fucking Anthony's mouth, desperate to come.
But before Sören could come, Nicholas cleared his throat. "I think you should allow me a turn."
"Right, where are my manners?" Anthony pulled back, making streamers with his tongue - his lips and chin glistening with Sören's juices. Sören felt those flutters, almost coming at the sight. His cunt throbbed again as he watched Anthony and Nicholas kissing open-mouthed, tongues teasing as they shared Sören's cream.
"That is delicious," Nicholas said.
"It's addictive." Anthony smirked at Sören, then back at Nicholas. "How about we both share?"
Nicholas lay back, and Sören straddled his shoulders, facing the wall. He sank down and tilted his hips forward, his cunt in Nicholas's face. Nicholas groaned as he took Sören's clit in his mouth and Sören cried out. "Yes, Daddy..."
Then he felt Anthony's fingers brushing down his spine, followed by Anthony's tongue. Sören whimpered. Anthony smacked Sören's ass for good measure, and then as Nicholas sucked him harder, bobbing his head back and forth, Anthony's tongue slipped inside him and began lashing at his inner walls.
No matter how many times they'd done this, Sören never got tired of it. There were few things more decadent than having his clit sucked and his cunt tongue-fucked at the same time, the pleasure and tension weaving together higher and higher until Sören fell apart, almost sobbing, trying to hold back his orgasm as long as possible to make it last, not able to get enough. He bucked his hips, fucking himself on Nicholas's lips and Anthony's tongue, frenzied. Once again he felt himself climb to that point of no return, quivering, breath in shuddery gasps...
...and they stopped. Nicholas took a few slow licks at Sören's clit, then he kissed Sören's stomach. Anthony pulled back. "I take it you want to tease him," Anthony said.
"Of course." Nicholas chuckled.
Sören whined with protest - of course, he didn't really mind. As badly as he needed to come, he knew he'd enjoy it more if the tension kept building. It was delicious torment.
Nicholas's cock was flushed a deep red and slick with precum - a bead rolled down the shaft as Sören and Anthony admired it together. Sören and Anthony ran their hands over Nicholas's trim body, petting the lush silver chest hair and his furry arms and legs. Then they leaned in and got to work, the two of them both licking the head, then all over the shaft, down and back up. Sören sucked on the head while Anthony kissed and licked the shaft, then Anthony took the first couple inches in his mouth as Sören licked at Nicholas's shaft and balls. Sören almost came untouched listening to Nicholas moaning, watching the ecstasy on his face. When Anthony took as much of it as he could get in his mouth, Sören sucked on Nicholas's balls and Nicholas moaned louder. A few minutes later they traded places, Sören sucking Nicholas's cock as Anthony licked and sucked the balls. As much as Sören enjoyed it when Nicholas came in his mouth, he was going to tease right back, so he made sure to take the cock out of his mouth and slowly lick at it, Anthony's tongue joining him once more. Nicholas growled with frustration and Sören smiled.
Sören's jaw dropped when Anthony spread and showed them how wet he was. After Sören licked him all over, worshiping the dark pelt of Anthony's chest and body hair, he rubbed his nose in Anthony's thick bush, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his arousal. Sören took a slow lick at the hard clit and pulled back, making a streamer with his tongue; Anthony groaned. Then together, Sören and Nicholas ate him, starting with Sören sucking Anthony's clit as Nicholas's tongue rubbed inside him. Every so often Sören and Nicholas kissed open-mouthed, making a sloppy mess with Anthony's cream as their tongues fucked. After awhile Sören's tongue licked at Anthony's inner walls, savoring the muskier taste of him, as Nicholas sucked and slurped at Anthony's clit, making Anthony moan, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. When Sören and Nicholas paused to make out again, kissing with mouthfuls of cream and licking each other's tongues, Anthony said, "OK, let's..." Anthony couldn't even finish the sentence, eyes glazed, face flushed - Sören laughed, knowing Anthony needed to get off just as badly as he did.
But he eventually found his words. "How does our good boy want to come?" Anthony husked, giving Sören a kiss.
Sören considered for a moment, playing different positions in his mind's eye. "I want both of you to fuck me."
Sören lay with his back to Nicholas's chest, and Anthony helped guide Nicholas's cock to Sören's dripping cunt. Sören and Nicholas moaned together as Nicholas pushed inside, stretching and filling him. For a moment Nicholas rested inside Sören, letting him adjust - driving Sören mad with lust as he felt Nicholas's cock pulsating with need. Then Nicholas wrapped his arms around Sören's torso, and Sören turned his face so they could kiss as Nicholas began thrusting slowly.
Anthony leaned down and started licking Sören's erect clit. Sören gasped with pleasure. Nicholas's thumbs rubbed Sören's nipples pinched and flicked. "That's a good boy," Nicholas murmured into Sören's neck, kissing it. "Such a good boy for Daddy."
"Mmmmm, a good boy for both your daddies." Anthony sucked Sören's clit into his mouth, lips clamping down hard.
Sören shivered at the loving words from his daddies, surrendering to their tender loving care, and whimpered as the pleasure and tension built up again, winding, spiraling. The heat in Anthony's green eyes fueled his lust even hotter, as did the sight of his clit gliding back and forth in Anthony's mouth like a cock. And Sören could tell by Anthony's left shoulder moving that he was touching himself, confirmed when Anthony brought his slick fingers to Sören's lips. Sören sucked Anthony's fingers, moaning around them as Anthony tugged at the nipple rings with his teeth, then lapped and suckled each nipple, his free hand playing with one as his mouth worked the other. After Sören licked Anthony's fingers clean, Anthony moved down and continued sucking his clit, rolling it around in his mouth. When Sören got close again, thighs quivering, Anthony stopped sucking it and licked at Nicholas's shaft as it pushed in and pulled out. Nicholas grunted, nipping Sören's neck. Anthony licked and sucked on Nicholas's balls, and Nicholas groaned louder, arms tightening around Sören, kissing him passionately.
Anthony took another few licks at Sören's clit, then he rose up and maneuvered himself between Sören's thighs until their cunts aligned. He sank down and kissed Sören as he started grinding, rubbing against him up and down, in circles, side to side. Sören clutched at him, nails digging in Anthony's back and ass, drowning in the luscious pleasure of feeling Anthony's big, hard clit fucking his clit, the wet silk as their boypussy lips kissed. Clit teased clit as Nicholas's cock continued to slide in and out of Sören's juicy cunt, hitting that sweet spot inside him with each stroke. Sören loved being spoiled by his daddies like this, getting fucked by clit and cock. "Daddy," Sören moaned. "Daddy, Pabbi, Daddy... fuck me, Daddy... both of you, I need my daddies to fuck me..."
"Yes, baby." Anthony kissed him; their tongues licking together mirrored the motion of clit on clit. "This is what good boys get."
"This is what good boys deserve." Nicholas kissed the sweet hollow where Sören's neck and shoulder met. "And you're such a good boy for your daddies."
"Our good, sweet, precious boy." Anthony kissed him more deeply, then their tongues played again.
Time seemed to stop as Sören gave himself and took all he wanted, lost in pleasure and passion. But at long last it was too good - and too hot, with Nicholas pounding him and Anthony riding him hard, cunts smacking together, the wet suctioning sound of Sören's pussy getting fucked rising above their cries. After a long feverish moment of animalistic frenzy that seemed to last for an eternity, Sören climaxed, shouting "Fuck!" Anthony and Nicholas came at the same time, Nicholas spending inside him with a groan and Anthony letting out a shuddery sigh as his cunt pulsed and gushed against Sören's.
In a haze of bliss, Sören found his way into a cuddle-pile with Nicholas and Anthony, a tangle of limbs, their bodies a living shelter of love. "Thank you," Sören said softly, touching Anthony's face then Nicholas's, thinking their smiles were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He felt safe and loved and deeply at peace.
"Thank you for being you." Anthony kissed Sören's brow.
Nicholas smirked. "I would concur, but as you know, I could do without some of your music, or when you eat ice cream out of the container like a barbarian, or make tea in the microwave..."
Anthony cackled and Sören rubbed noses with Nicholas. "I love you too," Sören said.