"Oooh!" Sören's arms tighten around Anthony as he works his hips, matching Anthony's rhythm. Feeling their pussy lips mashed together as their clits rub... Sören shudders, feeling electricity surge through him.
"Oh, fuck." Anthony kisses him hard, then starts kissing, licking and nibbling his neck. Sören's neck is exquisitely sensitive, one of his most erogenous zones, and Sören melts deeper into pleasure, nails digging in Anthony's back. "Fuck, baby." Anthony grinds against him harder. "You are so fucking wet..."
"Wet for you," Sören breathes, looking into those beautiful moss-green eyes. He kisses Anthony back and smiles. "You're pretty wet too." Sören can feel them both dripping, and the little wet squishing sounds are exciting him.
"Mmhm." Anthony kisses him again, and resumes kissing Sören's neck. "You get me hot." Anthony laughs a little before he nibbles the sensitive hollow where neck meets shoulder, making Sören moan. "You don't know how many times I've wanked off thinking about us doing this..."
"Oh, I'm sure it's about as many times as I have."
Anthony kisses him even harder and starts rubbing faster; they both groan. Sören nips Anthony's lower lip - the thought of Anthony bringing himself off thinking about them drives Sören wild and he rocks his hips, both of them crying out at the wet slapping sound.
"This is so much hotter than my fantasies," Anthony purrs. He kisses Sören again, who moans "mmmm" into the kiss, and then they kiss open-mouthed, the licking of their tongues mirrored by the way clit licks clit, teasing just right.
Nothing has ever felt better. They fit together perfectly, and it's like gliding on wet silk, the lewd sloppy suctioning noises debauched and delicious. Sören loves the feel of Anthony's body on his, the wiry lean-muscled strength of him, Anthony's body hair. Sören loses himself in pleasure, wanting to stay lost in the sweet kisses of their cunts, clinging to each other with soft sighs.
It also feels so intimate to be making love like this, honoring each other as male, two gay men having gay sex. It feels so deeply satisfying to find each other beautiful and arousing, to celebrate their bodies together. Each slippery stroke of their clits, unapologetically queer, is taking back power from those who would deny them the right to call themselves male - like Jayde. They are man enough; Anthony's cunt looks masculine, with his meaty bottom growth, and Sören loves it. That feeling of euphoria is a potent aphrodisiac, and sharing it makes Sören feel closer to Anthony than ever. He runs his hands over Anthony's body, needing to touch him, feel him, worship him, express his love and admiration and respect with his body.
"Love you so much." Anthony is kissing and licking his neck again and Sören's nails rake Anthony's back, drowning in sensation, not able to get enough. He's been so starved for touch, and this is a feast, almost overwhelming in its intensity.
"Love you." Their mouths meet again, kissing hungrily, then Sören moans as Anthony licks down his throat to kiss along his sternum.
Anthony's thumb starts rubbing a nipple in circles. The rings in Sören's nipples make them more sensitive, and he no longer has dysphoria about nipple play since his top surgery - he likes the way his piercings look. When Sören moans, Anthony lowers his head and draws the nipple between his lips, sucking hard.
"More!" Sören arches and bucks harder, whimpering as his nails rake Anthony's back again. Anthony groans and rubs against him faster, making Sören cry out. The sucking at his sensitive nipple and the teasing of their clits drives him to the edge, so close...
"Fuck." Anthony's tongue lashes Sören's nipple wildly, and Sören cries out again, rocking his hips, their pussies smacking together obscenely. Anthony's lips latch on the nipple again and he tugs at it, then moves it around in his mouth, sucking away.
Sören screams and sobs, needing to come, but not ever wanting the frenzied bliss to stop, needing to indulge in pleasure and passion. Anthony's tongue traces around and around Sören's nipple, then his tongue laps at it before he suckles again, and Sören writhes, breath in shaky gasps.
Anthony turns to the other one, sucking and tugging at it, tongue lashing, and Sören howls and whines, digging his nails into Anthony as their clits keep rubbing, teasing, the sloppy sounds louder.
Anthony kisses him again, pressing into him harder, rubbing faster. Sören is right there, right there, and Anthony is trembling too, panting, in a fine sheen of sweat as he gives Sören his all. With their foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's breath, Anthony growls, "Can't hold back much longer."
Knowing Anthony loves this just as much as he does drives Sören mad with lust. They kiss again and then the flutters explode into flame and song.
"Elskan!" With each pulse of Sören's orgasm, pleasure floods his entire body. Sören gives a sob of pleasure as his cunt throbs and throbs, Anthony's cunt pulsing in time right after his, their hot juices dripping.
"Oh, love..." Anthony sighs and rests his head on Sören's heart.
They rock together as they come down from their climax, then they hold each other. Sören feels like he's floating, and he can't stop smiling. Sex has never brought him so much joy, and Sören reflects that it's as if they made art with their bodies.
After awhile they pet each other, and tender little kisses become more sensual. "I want to taste you," Anthony husks.
"Mmmm, I want to taste you too."
They kiss open-mouthed, tongues teasing, and then they lay at each other's sides. Sören moans as he tastes Anthony's cream, musky-sweet. He gets excited all over again licking Anthony's big clit, like a little cock, and he loves sucking on it, hearing Anthony groan into him as his talented tongue flutters at Sören's aching nub.
"Your pussy tastes so good." Anthony takes a few slow, savoring licks, before his tongue speeds up again.
"You're delicious," Sören whispers, and sucks Anthony's clit harder, making Anthony moan before he starts sucking Sören's clit too.
Having his sensitized clit sucked is one of the most luscious sensations in the world. Sören whimpers with his mouth full, and Anthony groans around Sören's cock. They keep sucking, slurping, until at last they come together again, making muffled cries as they twitch in each other's mouths, then hungrily lap up the flowing cream. The sight of Anthony's cunt contracting makes Sören come even harder, one of the most erotic things he's ever witnessed.
And still, they crave more - insatiable for each other after so many years of longing, burning. Anthony climbs on top of him and they rub together again, which feels even more delicious after two orgasms, and both of them so wet and slippery. It's Sören's hottest fantasy brought to life - even hotter for the filthy wet sounds, the scent of their sex - and Sören hears himself calling out the names he's called Anthony in his fantasies thousands of times.
"Pabbi, Pabbi... Daddy, Daddy!"
As soon as those words are out of his mouth, Sören regrets it, afraid Anthony will think he's some kind of pervert.
Anthony's eyes widen, a look of shock on his face - then ecstasy as Sören feels Anthony's cunt contracting and start squirting into his. "Oh, FUCK!" Anthony shudders and his head crashes into Sören's shoulder as his body spasms, his cunt squirting again; he bites Sören's neck with a growl.
Sören almost comes, feeling Anthony's cunt pulsing on his, those hot juices spraying him... knowing those deliciously forbidden words sent Anthony over the edge. Anthony kisses him hard and Sören moans into the kiss.
"I suppose I don't have to ask if you liked that," Sören says with a smirk.
Anthony grins. "Daddy loved it, baby," he husks. He takes Sören's hand and kisses it, then he lovingly strokes Sören's face and hair. "You made Daddy come so fucking hard, baby boy."
"Oh god..." Sören clutches him and whimpers, desperately needing to come. "Daddy..." The word comes out in an urgent breathy gasp.
"Mmmmm." Anthony kisses him again. "Awwww, does my baby boy need to come?"
Sören nods and pouts. "Please, Daddy."
Anthony kisses and licks his way down Sören's body, hands caressing, making Sören's cunt ache even more for relief. When he gets down to Sören's thighs, he kisses and nibbles them, and Sören moans, getting hot at the thought of being covered in bite marks later. At last he rubs his nose in Sören's bush. His index finger strokes Sören's hard clit. "Mmmmm, such a big boy."
Sören almost comes again. Anthony chuckles at his gasp, and keeps teasing Sören's clit with his finger. "Yeah, your dick is just like your Daddy's."
"Oh, god." Sören's thighs are quivering now. "Daddy, please..."
Anthony replaces the finger with his tongue, licking long, slow, deliberate stripes up and down Sören's clit, making Sören squeak and shiver... until at last he starts sucking it.
"Daddy! DADDY!" Sören thrashes around, whining as Anthony's suctioning mouth builds the pleasure and tension deeper and higher, almost painful. Sören needs so badly to come but Anthony's wicked mouth is so luscious Sören never wants him to stop. "More, Daddy, more..."
"Mmmmmmf." Anthony's left shoulder starts moving and Sören knows Anthony is touching himself, and that almost undoes him.
Almost. Anthony keeps sucking, slurping noisily, and Sören wails, feeling like he's going to explode. His nipples ache, his entire body feels like it's on fire. The fierce, hungry look in Anthony's eyes makes it even hotter.
Just before Sören can come from Anthony sucking his clit, Anthony lets it slip from his mouth and then his tongue lashes it wildly, fast and furious, shaking his head and pressing firmly into him as he devours. Sören climbs to that edge again as Anthony rubs his tongue, seeming to know intuitively the right rhythm and pattern to make him crazy.
"More, Daddy, more!" Sören can't get enough, clutching Anthony's head. "More, Daddy... give me more... Daddy, Daddy..."
"Mmmm, baby." Anthony's tongue continues to lap, and Sören watches his cream flowing.
When Sören is right there, about to come, Anthony comes up and kisses him. Sören almost screams with frustration, the taste of himself on Anthony's lips making his lust burn brighter. Then Sören feels Anthony's thighs on his and Anthony sinks down, their cunts mashing together once more. Anthony is absolutely drenched from squirting, and Sören is dripping from all the edging. As Anthony rides him, their cunts make delicious wet pumping, suctioning sounds, almost as loud as their broken cries.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Sören rocks his hips, moaning at the feel of his sensitized clit being stroked by Anthony's clit in that perfect rhythm. "More, Daddy, more, fuck me, Daddy, more, fuck me..."
"Oh, fuck yeah, baby." Anthony bites his lip and rides Sören harder, their cunts clapping, squishing, slurping. "That's my good boy, being such a hot slut for Daddy..."
Sören squeaks and works his hips as fast and hard as he can, and Anthony rubs against him with all his might. Sören's right leg is on Anthony's shoulder and Anthony starts kissing and licking Sören's calf, one of his hands reaching out to caress Sören's chest and stomach and thighs.
"Daddy..." Sören sobs a little, needy to fuck but needing just as badly to come. "Daddy, Daddy..."
"Yeah, you want to come on Daddy's cunt, baby?"
"Yes, god, yes, please Daddy, please..."
Anthony's hand slides down from Sören's stomach to press as hard as he can on the top of Sören's mound, against his pubic bone. He starts massaging it vigorously as their cunts keep rubbing, smacking, slurping, clit fucking clit. The pressure and silken kisses send Sören over the edge, coming at last, nails down Anthony's back as his cunt throbs and gushes with release. "Daddy! DADDY!"
"Yes, baby, fuck!" Anthony climaxes too, face lighting up, and the feeling of Anthony's cunt contracting on his makes Sören pulse harder. They kiss passionately, rocking each other as they pulsate together, cream pouring.
"Mmmmmmm." Sören flexes his toes and sighs, smiling so hard his face hurts.
"I love you, baby." Anthony rubs noses with him.
"I love you, Daddy."
Anthony kisses the tip of Sören's nose and it melts his heart.
They snuggle together, a tangle of limbs, and after awhile Sören checks in to make sure. "You're not weirded out that I called you Daddy?"
Anthony grins. "Sören, if you knew how many times I've had a wank thinking about you calling me Daddy..."
Sören kisses him fiercely with relief - and delight at the delicious thought of Anthony masturbating, pawing himself, fantasizing about being his daddy. That gets Sören worked up again and a few kisses later they're touching each other, playing with each other's clits, fingering, making those luscious wet squishing sounds.
Then Anthony sticks his fingers in Sören's mouth and Sören sucks them greedily as if he's sucking on Anthony's clit - tasting himself... tasting their combined essence, salty-sweet-tangy. Sören licks and sucks Anthony's fingers clean then he does the same to Anthony, who sucks Sören's fingers with heat in his eyes that goes straight to Sören's cunt.
Sören lays back and Anthony mounts him again, and they sigh as their clits kiss once more, licking, teasing. "Ooh, Daddy," Sören moans.
Anthony growls and nibbles Sören's neck. "That's right, baby."
It isn't long before Anthony is fucking him hard again and Sören is bucking right back at him, frenzied, primal, rutting with abandon. "More, Daddy! More, don't stop, it's so good, Daddy, more..."
"I fucking love it when you beg for more." Anthony kisses him hard.
Sören shudders, rocking his hips faster, their cunts making those delectable slurping sounds again, clits rubbing in that perfect rhythm. He's so close, but wanting to fuck like this forever. "More, Daddy! More! More, Daddy, give me more, give me more, Daddy, more..."
"Yes, baby. Daddy will give you more. Daddy will fuck you anytime this hot, slutty little pussy wants to be fucked, because nothing's too good for my sweet baby boy..."
"More! More!" And like that, Sören comes again, undone by those words. Shattered by love. "Daddy!"
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