Before they got started, Nicholas took out the Brat tiara - a silver tiara Sören's doms had custom-made for him, with the word Brat at the top - and he put it on Sören's head and smiled at him. "You're beautiful," Nicholas said softly.
"Thank you, Sir."
"...But not as beautiful as your arse is going to be when I'm finished." Nicholas made the "come here" gesture and Sören assumed the position across his lap. "You shall be receiving twenty spankings."
"Only twenty?"
"Only twenty... because I will be spanking you every single night this week, so it is not good to overdo it in one evening. Besides... it's been awhile and you forget." With that, Nicholas slapped Sören's ass HARD. "One."
Oh god. It had been awhile, Sören had forgotten how hard Nicholas could spank. Sören took a deep breath and winced a little as Nicholas struck a second time. "Two."
By the time Nicholas reached six, Sören was in that happy subspace; by ten, Sören was panting and rubbing against him, begging for more, and by twenty Sören was shaking, his balls felt like they were going to explode, and his cock was completely slick with precum and still dripping.
Nicholas took the Brat tiara off Sören's head and rested it on the bedtable. Sören's ass stung, and it made his entire body sing. Nicholas pulled Sören up so they could kiss, and Sören said, "Thank you, Daddy," and then Nicholas noticed Sören was leaking on him.
Nicholas motioned for Sören to straddle his face and when he put his tongue inside Sören's channel, Sören cried out; Nicholas's tongue rubbing inside him was heaven. Sören rolled his hips slowly as Nicholas worked his tongue inside him, slowly at first, then faster, until Nicholas was fucking Sören with his tongue and Sören couldn't help but work his hips back at him, so close but not ready to fly off that edge yet, edging deeper and deeper. At last Nicholas licked his way up Sören's shaft and back down, up and down, slow strokes of his tongue. He licked around and around the head of Sören's cock and his tongue lashed the frenum, then he gently tugged Sören's PA piercing with his teeth before licking some more, lapping at the precum, murmuring his pleasure.
"Daddy, that feels so good," Sören moaned.
"I like pleasing you." Sören could feel the smile in Nicholas's voice. "Even when you've been such a naughty boy."
"I need your cock inside me, Daddy."
"I think you need to get me ready for you."
Nicholas was already ready - he had been stroking himself as he teased Sören with his tongue, and he was impressively hard and leaking, himself. Two could play the teasing game - Sören started kissing and licking his way down the length of him, running his tongue through the silver chest hair, lapping the nipples, licking down his abs and down the treasure trail, admiring his beautiful Master who looked incredible for late fifties. Sören kissed down the seam of Nicholas's crotch and kissed and licked at Nicholas's inner thigh, and then he spent time licking and sucking at Nicholas's cock, ever so slowly, letting Nicholas see the desire in his big brown eyes as he worshiped Nicholas's hard cock.
Nicholas was pretty close too, and he made Sören stop after a few minutes of that - now he was producing a lot of precum, and Sören gave it a few last teasing laps before coming up to kiss him. As they kissed and tasted themselves on each other, their cocks rubbed together and Sören cried out again. Sören was so sensitive and worked up that every stroke between them was almost too intense, almost too pleasurable. Sören felt slick fingers probe inside him, getting him ready, and Sören reached to lube Nicholas's cock, admiring the way it looked glistening. Sören wanted him bad. Sören needed him.
Sören positioned himself over Nicholas's cock and he guided it in, and Sören slowly sank down. As ready as Sören was, and as bad as he wanted it, Nicholas was so extra hard that there was a little discomfort going in - not pain, but it was a moment to adjust to the sheer fullness. And then when Nicholas bottomed out, Sören sighed deeply with contentment, that feeling of rightness with his mate inside him. When Nicholas started moving, slowly, it was the best feeling in the world. They fit together perfectly, like Nicholas's cock was custom-built for him.
Sören rode him slowly at first; Nicholas ran his hands over Sören, and Sören's hands roamed over Nicholas, until they took each other's hands and Nicholas said, "I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you, so very, very much." Sören leaned down to kiss him, and the way his fingers trailed down Sören's spine before he possessively cupped Sören's ass with his hands, sent chills and heat through Sören's body. Sören collected some of his precum on his fingers and put them in Nicholas's mouth, and then Nicholas reached down to also scoop up Sören's precum and put his fingers in Sören's mouth, and Sören started riding him harder. Nicholas matched Sören's rhythm and sat up a little so he could lean in to kiss and nibble on Sören's neck.
"Daddy," Sören gasped, throwing his arms around the older man. Nicholas's hand grasped Sören's cock and began to stroke, with his thumb and index finger rubbing and teasing the head and frenum. Sören held onto him for dear life as Nicholas gave in to passion and sensation and lust and started to fuck him - Sören loved that growl Nicholas made as he lost his ability to be proper and dignified and gave into that animal side. "Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes fuck me," Sören cried out, riding him hard, giving as good as he got. "Daddy... Daddy... Master, Daddy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."
"So loud." Nicholas gave a little groan. "I love hearing you lose control, my pet."
"I love losing control to you."
"Yes, because you are mine." As one of Nicholas's hand continued stroking Sören, the fingers of the other traced over Sören's chest, teasing a pierced nipple, down to Sören's stomach and thigh, and back up. "My beautiful, bratty boy."
Nicholas reached around to swat Sören's ass, hard. Sören yelped, and Nicholas laughed softly.
"Oh, fuck," Sören gasped. "More, please..." Nicholas spanked him again, and Sören let out a sob. "I need to come so bad, Master."
"I'm sure you do. I'm not through with you yet."
Sören knew Nicholas loved edging him - a lot of guys take pride in how quickly they can make their partner come, but Nicholas liked to hold out as long as possible, knowing the longer he made Sören wait, the deeper his control, the harder Sören would come, when Nicholas was ready for him to come. Nicholas reveled in the power trip of seeing how much he could make Sören turn into a total animal, mindless to anything but the need to be fucked - they could have full-scale world war happening right outside and all he would care about was getting that cock. Nicholas loved making him let go, and Nicholas was letting go too, breathing harder. Every time he let out a growl or groan or little gasp, it was worth a thousand screams to Sören, knowing his dignified lover was losing control, caught up in the lust and passion. Nicholas's cock hit him just right over and over, and the rhythm inside him coupled with the rhythm of Nicholas stroking his cock, more and more delicious. Sören begged to come and begged to come, and Nicholas edged him and edged him.
Finally Sören couldn't even make words to beg anymore, just sobbing and wailing, needing to get off so badly but never wanting to stop feeling Nicholas in him, every glide of his cock almost as pleasurable as orgasm itself. Nicholas reached up to tug on Sören's collar, making Sören meet his eyes. "Come for your Master," he commanded.
Sören came hard. "Daddy, oh god, yes, Daddy, Master, FUCK, I love you," Sören screamed out as his orgasm overtook him. Nicholas cried out Sören's name and let out another delicious growl as he gave in to his own release, coming deep inside him.
The throbbing contractions were powerful, and Sören produced a tremendous amount of cum, splattering all over Nicholas's chest and even hitting Nicholas in the face. Sören started giggling, then realized he'd made a giant mess, which made him laugh even harder. "Oops. Sorry."
"You're not sorry at all."
"Nope." Sören bit his lower lip.
Nicholas let out a contented sigh, and then pulled Sören close to him and kissed the top of his head. "I love you, you mischievous brat."
"I love you too, old man."
"You have made an old man very happy." Nicholas smiled and began to rock Sören, rubbing his back, petting his curls.