For the second morning in a row, Anthony wakes up with Sören in his arms. This time they're in his bed, not Sören's - though as far as Anthony is concerned, this is their bed now - and rain is falling softly outside.
And they're both naked.
Anthony holds Sören close and tenderly pets him as his mind's eye replays steamy scenes from last night. They made love again and again, until close to three AM; Anthony lost count of how many orgasms they had. It was the hottest sex of Anthony's life, and he knows this is just the beginning.
In the meantime, he watches Sören sleep, feeling that fierce, tight ache in his chest with how much he loves Sören... and is relieved and grateful to be loved in return.
It's a little after eleven AM and after Anthony has been up for a few minutes, gently rubbing Sören's back and scalp, Sören stirs awake with a sleepy smile on his face.
"Hey," Anthony says.
"Hæ." Sören leans in for a kiss. "Góðan daginn, elskan mín."
Anthony melts every time Sören calls him elskan - he will never, ever get tired of that. He kisses Sören back, sweet and lingering. "Morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?"
Sören nods. "Better than I have in a long time." His smile becomes a grin, his face lighting up. Anthony grins back - Sören's happiness lights his entire world. Then Sören kisses him again and they rub noses. "Last night was fun."
"Last night was fucking hot."
Sören nods again, giggling, eyes twinkling. "I know this is a cliche, but you're the best I've ever had."
Anthony loves to hear it. His arms tighten around Sören and he kisses Sören's brow, then slides his lips down Sören's nose to kiss the tip. "You are too." He touches Sören's face and looks into those warm chocolate eyes. "No regrets?"
"Only that we didn't do this sooner."
"You're goddamn right." Anthony laughs and then they kiss fiercely, tongues in each other's mouths, playing, exploring... the passion burning once more.
"I want to make love with you every night," Sören says softly.
Anthony grins again. "I think that can be arranged." He gives Sören another kiss, deep and hungry, and shivers as Sören's fingers walk up and down his chest, through his chest hair. "I know you're not a morning person, but we could have morning nookie, too."
Sören nods vehemently, giggling. They kiss and kiss, and then Anthony kisses and licks Sören's neck, thrilling to that moan and the way Sören bucks against him, so needy for it. "Want you," Anthony growls.
"I'm yours, elskan." Then Sören shudders and moans louder as Anthony sucks at the sweet hollow where neck and shoulder meet, nibbles it, and licks back up Sören's neck, before they kiss open-mouthed, tongues licking.
"Yeah, I want breakfast in bed." Anthony's palms tap his shoulders, feeling cheeky and naughty. "C'mere."
Sören scoots up, gets on his knees, and straddles Anthony's shoulders, lowering his cunt into Anthony's face. Anthony breathes in the musky scent of him, marinating in his juices all night.
He licks slowly, savoring the richer, fuller taste of him... savoring Sören's moans as his tongue pleases Sören's hard clit. Then he laps faster, teasing it, making Sören whimper. Anthony plays with himself as his tongue lashes, electrified by Sören's sexy cunt, dripping wet. He wants to give Sören so much pleasure, so much love.
He smacks Sören's bottom. "Ride Daddy's tongue, baby boy."
Sören does as he's told, rocking his hips, bouncing on Anthony's tongue as Anthony keeps licking him. Sören grabs the headboard, whimpering louder, panting for it. Anthony smacks Sören's ass again and paws himself harder. God, he loves this.
"Your pussy tastes so fucking good, baby."
"Oh, Daddy..."
"Yeah, baby." Anthony sucks at it a little, before his tongue laves it again, and Sören gives a tormented cry. "Love that sweet boypussy..."
"Fuck, Daddy!"
Anthony licks at Sören like he's starving for Sören's cunt - he has been, for the last six years. He keeps playing with himself as he eats Sören, going out of his mind with lust. The fury of his tongue expresses his passion, and Sören gives passion right back, riding Anthony's tongue, moaning, ecstasy on his face as Anthony finds the pace and pattern Sören likes. Every now and again Anthony stops licking to let Sören drip on his tongue, rubbing himself violently as he savors Sören's sweet musky cream.
When Sören's cries sound more broken, Anthony knows he's getting closer. He sucks Sören's clit like it's a delicious piece of candy, moving it around in his mouth, and Sören cries out louder, fucking Anthony's face. Anthony is so close to his own orgasm, enjoying the hard, swollen nub in his mouth, and he makes himself slow down his hand, focusing on Sören's pleasure. He can't resist edging Sören a little, letting Sören's clit slip from his mouth and licking it slowly. "You've got such a hot dick, baby boy."
"Daddy!"
Anthony takes a few more slow, languid licks before he sucks Sören harder, shaking his head, slurping, growling. Sören works his hips frenziedly, whimpering, gasping, until at last he throws his head back and screams as his clit twitches in Anthony's mouth. Anthony laps up the juices gushing from Sören's contracting cunt, almost coming with him.
Sören catches his breath, climbs down, and snuggles against him and Anthony stops touching himself to hold Sören. But after a few sweet afterglow kisses, Anthony is too worked up and he reaches down again to stroke and rub himself, and a couple kisses later, when their tongues start dancing, Sören notices.
"You're touching yourself?" Sören asks.
Anthony nods, then bites his lip and moans - he's almost there. "You get me so hot, baby." He kisses Sören hard.
Sören groans into the kiss. "I can taste myself on you."
"Fuck yeah, baby, you're delicious." Anthony kisses him again. Then, to edge himself just a little more, he sticks his slick fingers in Sören's mouth.
Watching Sören suck his fingers makes Anthony want to climb the wall, seething with arousal. Sören narrows his eyes and gives Anthony a sultry look, slowly bobbing his head, letting Anthony's fingers glide in and out of his mouth, like Sören is sucking a small cock - or a big clit. Sören knows exactly what it looks like, and a moment later he pulls back and Anthony's fingers slip from his mouth and then Sören licks up Anthony's fingers slowly, making streamers with his tongue. Anthony's cunt twinges urgently and Anthony hears his breath hitch.
Sören takes a slow lick down Anthony's fingers, then sensually licks Anthony's palm - Anthony's entire arm tingles into gooseflesh; he never knew his palms were so sensitive - and then Sören licks his lips like he's savoring the lingering notes of cream. "Can I suck you, Daddy?"
"Yes. God, baby go for it."
Anthony's fantasized about Sören going down on him but the reality is even better - those full, lush lips sucking hard on his clit gets him right to that edge, shaking, panting, his thighs quivering. The lust in Sören's brown eyes makes it even hotter. It doesn't take long for Anthony to climax, giving a ragged cry as he comes hard. Sören hums encouragingly and takes a few licks, then comes up to kiss him. Anthony loves tasting himself on Sören, and now it's his turn to lay there dazed, feeling like his legs are made of jelly as Sören holds and pets him.
"Ég elska þig, elskan mín."
Anthony smiles, feeling like his heart could break with joy at those words. "I love you so much, sweetheart."
Seamus chirps from the bedroom door, then trots in with his tail in the air, hops up on the bed and headbutts and nuzzles both of them. They skritch the cat and give him kisses, and Seamus flops over for pettings, purring loudly, nuzzling their hands.
"We should feed the cat," Sören says.
Anthony looks over at the clock and nods. "Poor thing, are you starving?" he asks Seamus.
"Frrf," Seamus says.
Completely buck naked, Anthony and Sören walk out to the kitchen together to feed the cat. It's Sunday and they have things to do - they can't stay in bed all day, much as Anthony would like that. They do, however, take a shower together, sensually lathering each other's scalps and bodies, then kissing and playing with each other's pussies, coming again on each other's fingers. As they come down from their orgasm, they hold each other under the spray and Anthony thinks to himself, I want to spend the rest of my life with this man.
That thought scares him a little, and he keeps it to himself, not wanting to freak Sören out by moving too fast. Anthony's been married before - when he was female-facing, to a man named Steve who he met at uni, who was emotionally abusive and got physically abusive when Anthony's egg cracked, then began stalking and harassing him in the early days of Anthony's transition, and the British police and court system was no help; it's why he moved to the States, to get as far away from Steve as possible. Anthony knows Sören isn't like that, but the thought of marriage still makes him uneasy.
And yet... it feels right to grow old together. They aren't perfect people, but they're perfect for each other - right down to the hot sex - and Anthony's arms tighten around Sören as he thinks to himself, You're the one.
While Anthony does his usual morning routine of checking his e-mail and the news, out of curiosity he opens a tab to look up a few Icelandic phrases... including how to call Sören "little one", to enhance their Daddy/boy play. Litla minn. "My little one." Anthony makes a mental note of that.
Sören vacuums while Anthony unloads the dishwasher and puts the sink's content in, then Anthony does the catbox while Sören starts a load of laundry. Then they head to the supermarket for the week's groceries, and Anthony decides to buy a box of strawberries and can of whipped cream, knowing Sören loves strawberries - and he has naughty plans.
It rains harder when they arrive home and even though they try to get in as quickly as they can, they're still both drenched. They get into their pajamas and start another load of laundry while they throw the first load in the dryer, and after the groceries are put away, Anthony warms up leftover pizza and banana bread and they cuddle together on the couch as they eat, watching cartoons.
But Sören has seen the strawberries, and when they're done eating, he asks, "Can we have strawberries?" He pouts. "Please, Daddy?"
Anthony chuckles and tousles Sören's curls. "Go wait in my - our - bedroom." He licks his lips and gives Sören a pointed look, letting him know exactly what he wants to do with those strawberries. "Naked."
Sören gives a sassy butt wiggle then giggles as he heads off. When Anthony takes the bowl of strawberries and can of whipped cream into the bedroom, Sören isn't just naked but he's spread for him, lazily touching himself... already glistening wet. Anthony moans at the sight of him, his cunt twinging, clit hardening.
Anthony gets undressed, pajamas pooling to the floor, and he turns on his LED lanterns and lava lamps on the way to the bed, where he joins Sören and puts on the fairy lights strung above the headboard. He gives Sören a kiss. "Hi. Come here often?"
Sören giggles, rubs noses with him, and kisses him back. "Every day, if you'll let me."
"I think that can be arranged." Anthony touches Sören's face. "So... do you want to start sleeping in my bed from now on? I mean, I can move into your room if you want -"
"Yours is nicer." Sören bites his lower lip. "I've been thinking we can turn the room into a studio for my art, and we can either keep the bed in there for if I feel randy after painting, or we can sell it, or..."
"I like that idea." Anthony kisses the tip of Sören's nose, delighted. "And I love your art." He looks around at Sören's paintings hanging in his room, like a shrine to his beloved. Then he looks into those sweet brown eyes. "I love you. You're a good boy."
"I love you, Daddy. And I like being your good boy."
"Yeah, I think my good boy deserves a treat." Anthony sprays whipped cream onto a strawberry and brings it to Sören's lips.
Sören bites into it - it's a particularly ripe, juicy one, and cream and juices flow into his beard and down his neck. Anthony licks them up, then Sören feeds him the other half of the strawberry. They kiss with their mouths full of strawberry and whipped cream, then they suck the juices and cream from each other's fingers.
They take turns feeding each other cream-topped strawberries, licking whipped cream and strawberry juice from each other's necks and chests, sucking and licking each other's fingers. Anthony gets more and more worked up, his thighs slick with arousal, but he makes himself wait until the strawberries are gone...
...and then Sören takes the can of whipped cream and squirts cream onto his hard, pierced nipples. Anthony growls and dives in, licking the cream off Sören's right nipple, then his left, while Sören arches to him, moaning, breathing harder.
"Delicious," Anthony purrs. He sprays more whipped cream onto Sören's nipples. "I want seconds." He seizes a nipple with his mouth and sucks on it hard, making Sören moan. He laps at it and suckles some more, then turns to the other, enjoying the sweet cream and the way Sören's nipples get even harder in his mouth.
"I want some too, Daddy." Sören takes the can again and sprays whipped cream all over Anthony's chest, then gently pushes Anthony back and starts to lick the whipped cream out of his chest hair, and licks the cream off his nipples. While Anthony's lost some nipple sensitivity after his top surgery years ago, he still enjoys the sight and feel of Sören's tongue, and he wonders if his nipples might be a little more sensitive if he pierces them. As if Sören can read his mind, Sören looks up and says, "You'd look really hot with your nipples pierced," before he goes back to licking Anthony's left nipple.
Anthony chuckles. "Maybe I could get that done for your birthday present." Sören's birthday is at the end of November.
"You need at least six weeks before we can play with them, so it would be a bit soon if we got them done now. But maybe in time for my birthday next year." Sören takes a few licks at Anthony's right nipple. "Or our anniversary."
Anthony grins, pleased that Sören is thinking about them being together long-term. Once again, he thinks about how he wants to spend the rest of his life with Sören, and he feels the impulse to propose - they've loved each other for six years, they're not strangers - but he tells himself, Next year. On your one-year anniversary.
Then he lets himself get lost in the pleasure of Sören's tongue as Sören sprays whipped cream on his stomach and licks it off slowly, sensually. "God, Sören..."
"Mmmmmm." Sören lets Anthony see the whipped cream on his tongue, and swallows it before he takes another lick. "You're my new favorite dessert, Daddy."
Anthony tousles Sören's curls. "I think if you want to be a good boy, you should let Daddy have dessert, too."
"OK!" Sören licks up the rest of the whipped cream and then claps his hands excitedly, which Anthony finds adorable. He sits up and kisses the tip of Sören's nose, then Sören lays back against the pillows.
Anthony squirts whipped cream all over Sören's chest and stomach, and then he works his way down, licking ever so slowly, relishing the noises Sören makes and the way he trembles. Anthony's fingers follow the wake of his tongue, caressing, wanting to love every inch of Sören's body, wanting him to feel loved and taken care of. He licks and licks at the cream, and Sören's pale, creamy flesh, every now and again kissing, nibbling. Sören is already showing bruises from Anthony's teeth on his sides and neck - he's going to have to wear a turtleneck to the gallery tomorrow - and Anthony gleefully nips and marks him again, hungry for Sören's delectable body... feeling that primal urge to mark his mate, protective after Jayde's hurtful remarks.
"So beautiful," Anthony whispers, his tongue tracing circles around Sören's navel before he nibbles at it, making Sören giggle and moan. "You're Daddy's beautiful boy."
"I've got a pretty flower to show you, Daddy." Sören spreads and Anthony moans too at the sight of how wet Sören is, his clit hard and swollen, begging for attention, his thick, meaty pussy lips swollen and juicy.
"Oh, that is pretty." Anthony stares at Sören's wet cunt for a minute, his own aching, and then he looks up into Sören's shy smile. "I like that you're confident enough in your masculinity to be pretty for Daddy. None of that macho overcompensating bullshit."
Sören's smile becomes a grin. "Boys can be pretty too."
"Mmmhmm." Anthony kisses him, then slides back down to admire Sören's dripping boypussy.
As much as Anthony wants to eat him for hours, Anthony wants even more to tease him, drive Sören out of his mind. His index finger playfully strokes Sören's clit, making him twitch, and he leans in to take a single lick... and then he sprays whipped cream onto Sören's right thigh and licks at Sören's inner thigh while Sören howls with frustration. Sören writhes, panting, almost sobbing when Anthony kisses and nibbles his thigh as well.
"Daddy..." Sören clutches at his head, arching and bucking desperately. Anthony smiles at the sight of Sören's cunt pulsating and dripping with need. "Daddy, please..."
"Good boys let their daddies enjoy their dessert, don't they?" Anthony grins at him, then he blows a raspberry into Sören's tummy before he licks his way back down to Sören's thigh, to lick and kiss and nibble some more.
Anthony squirts whipped cream onto Sören's right thigh and licks at it, slowly then faster then slow again, before kissing, biting, making Sören cry out, gasping for breath. "Please, Daddy, please..." Sören bites his lip and whimpers adorably. "Please, I need to come so bad..."
Anthony just growls and keeps licking Sören's thigh, and after a dozen licks he nips at it again, almost coming untouched at Sören's breathy, shuddering moan.
"Please, Daddy..."
Anthony makes a "twist my arm" gesture with the back of his hand against his forehead and a dramatic eyeroll, then he boops Sören's nose and takes another long, slow lick at Sören's clit. Sören bucks and cries out.
"Daddy! Please, Daddy, please!"
Anthony keeps licking at him, so very, very slowly, even as it's taking him every ounce of his restraint not to suck on that delicious-looking big clit like a ripe berry and make Sören come with his mouth. Just to make the teasing worse, he slips two fingers into Sören's drenched pussy, and works them in and out, slowly, while continuing to lick slowly at Sören's clit. Sören whines and thrashes around, glorious in his torment.
"Daddy, Pabbi, Daddy..."
"Your pussy wants attention, does it not?" Anthony gives him a wicked smile and then another slow, deliberate lick. "Just giving you what you asked for, litla minn."
Sören's eyes widen at the use of the Icelandic phrase and then he shivers and bites his lip with a precious little whimper. "Pabbi..."
"Litla minn." Anthony keeps licking, slowly, but works his fingers faster, making wet sloppy sounds. "Mmmmm, my boy's pussy is so wet..." He demonstrates by making streamers with his tongue.
"Daddy..." Sören gives him a desperate look, eyes feverish. "Please, Daddy, fuck me..."
"How does my sweet boy want it?" Anthony takes another slow lick, his fingers banging just a little harder, his own cunt throbbing as he watches Sören rock his hips, fucking himself on Anthony's fingers.
Their eyes lock, and then Sören says, "I want to feel you inside me."
The last time Anthony used a strap, Obama was in office, and he ended up throwing it out a couple years ago when the silicone had that old, weird smell to it, and hadn't bothered to replace it since then being he had a hard time finding a compatible partner on dating apps. Most queer cis guys on the apps weren't interested in trans guys, not even most trans guys are into other trans guys, and the few cis guys who responded to his profile tended to either be chasers or they wanted a submissive bottom, and Anthony is a dominant top.
But now... Anthony makes a mental note to buy a new strap, soon, maybe take Sören with him to a sex shop so they can pick out other toys. In the meantime...
"I have an idea, litla minn."
Anthony boops Sören's nose and tousles his curls, then he gets up and goes over to his sock and underwear drawer, where he also keeps a sucker vibe, a clit pump and a Fleshlight. He's pretended the Fleshlight is Sören for the last few years, feeling self-conscious about it, but now he has the real thing.
Anthony brings over the clit pump. "Here, you can help Daddy."
Sören realizes what it is and his face lights up. "Oh my god."
Sören pumps Anthony up - he's about two and a half inches pumped and fully erect. Anthony is proud of his bottom growth... and now his heart races and he feels giddy butterflies in his stomach, about to fulfill one of his hottest, filthiest fantasies.
Anthony needs to tease Sören just a little more. His head goes back between Sören's thighs and his tongue spears him, licking inside him slowly as Sören squeaks and thrashes around, panting like he's in heat. After a couple of minutes, Anthony's own need for relief is too strong and he comes up to kiss Sören, letting him taste himself, then he hooks Sören's right leg around his waist and gets in position. His clit juts out like a hard little cock and he pauses at Sören's entrance.
"Take me," Sören breathes.
Anthony pushes into Sören's slick heat and gasps when he's inside him for the first time. He rests there for a moment, trying not to come right away... feeling wonder at the miracle of their bodies fitting together, and euphoria. I'm fucking another guy. Not with a strap, but with my own cock.
He starts to thrust, fingers rubbing Sören's clit as his cock slides in and out of Sören's cunt... feeling like it's being kissed by the softest silk. The luscious squishing, suctioning sounds drive them both wild, and every few thrusts Anthony pulls all the way out so Sören can get a good look at their juices coating Anthony's cock, making streamers between his cock and Sören's cunt, before Anthony rubs his cock on Sören's clit a few strokes, teasing them both. Then he's back inside, thrusting, fucking, as Sören works his hips, begging "More, Daddy, more..."
Anthony starts to lose it, and rubs Sören's clit harder, faster, as his cock pumps in and out of Sören's sloppy pussy, the wet smacking sounds louder, the smell of sex in the air. They're both shaking, grunting, giving into a primal, animalistic fuck. Anthony tries to hold back and keep the fuck going as long as he can, to savor one of the hottest moments of his life, the joy of being inside another man with his own body.
But it's too good, and as Anthony feels himself right there, at the point of no return, he looks Sören in the eye and rasps, "Komdu með pabba, litli minn."
Sören's eyes widen and then he throws his head back and screams "PABBI!" as his cunt contracts, tight walls squeezing Anthony's cock. Anthony comes too, crying out as his cunt pulses hard...
...and they both squirt. Anthony lets out a shuddery gasp, loving the feel of Sören's juices splashing him, and Sören gasps too, face lit up as he feels Anthony squirting inside him. "Daddy, Daddy..."
"Oh, litla minn." Anthony sinks down into Sören's waiting arms. "I love you so much, baby. I love you so, so, so much." His eyes fill with tears - he feels ready to shatter from the beauty of this moment, coming inside the man he loves.
"I love you, Daddy." Sören strokes Anthony's cheek. "Ég elska þig, elskan mín."
"Oh, sweetheart..." Anthony blinks back tears but they spill anyway, and Sören's eyes are too bright and he gets choked up too.
They kiss deeply, madly, clinging to each other. They hold each other and rock together, and then after a few minutes Sören has a gigglefit.
"What?" Anthony raises an eyebrow.
"We made a wet spot on the bed," Sören says. "I can feel it." He makes a face.
Anthony laughs too. "I guess we'll have to do another load of laundry."
"Then we should make it count and get this sheet really wet." Sören kisses him and gives him a hungry look.
"Mmmmm, I like the way you think." Anthony rolls onto his back, pulling Sören atop him. He wants to watch Sören's cunt on his cock, the way he's watched his cock glide in and out of the Fleshlight hundreds of times. "You want to ride your Daddy?"
"Fuck yeah." Sören sinks down on Anthony's cock and they both cry out together... again as Anthony watches his cock slide almost all the way out of Sören's cunt. They gasp with delight as Anthony pushes back in.
Then Sören rides in earnest, bouncing feverishly, and Anthony rocks his hips, their cunts slapping together. He reaches around and smacks Sören's ass. "That's a good boy," Anthony purrs. His hand slides from Sören's ass to join his other hand, caressing Sören's beautiful body... enjoying the view. "Daddy's good, good boy."
"Oh, Daddy..."
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