Sören and his three partners - Nicholas, Anthony, and Mark - had just moved into the new house a few nights ago, and after the dust had settled Nicholas had a night to himself with Sören, while Anthony and Mark were on a date. It was a low key, quiet evening of watching Netflix followed by going on a walk together in the new neighborhood, and they topped it off with sitting in front of the fire on a pile of furs and blankets, cuddling, drinking wine.
Every now and again they kissed, and then the kisses got more frequent until they couldn't stop kissing each other. They undressed, and Nicholas eased Sören back onto the furs and blankets in front of the fire, kissing him again and again as their hard cocks rubbed together.
When Sören started to beg, Nicholas said, "Wait here." Sören lay there, idly stroking himself, as Nicholas got up and went to the kitchen. Sören heard the sound of the microwave.
"Making tea?" Sören couldn't resist trolling his very proper Englishman.
The glare Nicholas gave him as he poked his head out made Sören roll on the floor with laughter.
Nicholas came back a moment later with a bowl of oil. "As you know, I shan't make tea in the microwave. That is not how one makes tea."
"...That's how I make tea."
Nicholas narrowed his eyes. "And you are a barbarian."
"I believe the word you're looking for is 'Viking', but thank you."
Nicholas sat back down on the furs and blankets. "I was going to give you a massage first, but I think we'll begin with the spanking you just earnt."
Sören pressed his hand to his forehead and made an exaggerated groan as his hole twitched and his cock leapt. "Oh no, anything but that."
Nicholas pulled Sören over his knee and Sören's hole twitched and his cock pulsed. "Twenty spankings," Nicholas said, and raised his hand. "One."
Sören moaned with the first slap, cock pulsing again. He loved this, and Nicholas knew it. Each strike of Nicholas's hand got him more and more worked up, and by the last smack Sören was grinding against Nicholas's thigh, panting, begging "Please Daddy, please, fuck me..."
"Now now... I did want to spoil you first." Nicholas patted Sören's ass. "Lay on your stomach, pet."
Sören did as he was told, and Nicholas spent the next while massaging Sören from the back of his neck to the tips of his toes. The warmth of the oil and the strong hands kneading and rolling away the tension had Sören both deeply relaxed and highly aroused, the arousal intensifying as Nicholas's fingers brushed down his sensitive spine, followed by the graze of the silver beard as Nicholas's tongue licked down. Up and down, up and down, Nicholas stroked and licked Sören's spine. Sören seized fistfuls of the blankets, white-knuckled, quivering. His hole twitched and Nicholas's finger traced around the rim of his opening, then Nicholas's tongue was there, licking around and around it and at last lapping at it, making Sören howl and writhe, bucking his hips, desperately fucking himself on the older man's tongue.
"Please, Daddy, please -"
"Roll over onto your back."
Sören did. Nicholas looked down at Sören's hard, glistening, dripping cock, and then back up at him. He leaned down to claim Sören's mouth, tongues licking, teasing, as he poured oil over Sören's torso. Then Nicholas's hands worked their magic on the front of Sören, caressing in slow circles, kneading. Nicholas licked Sören's nipples, suckled them, licked and nibbled at Sören's stomach and his inner thighs. The heat in Nicholas's dark eyes was as arousing to Sören as the sensual touch.
By the time Nicholas was done massaging him, Sören was a trembling, panting mess... but as badly as Sören wanted to get fucked, he wanted to take care of his Daddy, too, returning love for love.
Nicholas lay down on his stomach and Sören oiled his hands and started working him. He could feel all the tension the older man carried, especially in his shoulders, lower back, and calves. Sören admired him as he worked Nicholas's body over - the lean, muscular, trim build, the silver fur on his arms and thighs and legs, the shapely back, the firm ass, surprisingly fit for a man in his late fifties but Nicholas took care of himself. Feeling mischievous, Sören planted little kisses on his back, and then he gave Nicholas the same treatment he was given, kissing and licking down Nicholas's spine. The sounds that produced made Sören's balls tighten and ache.
When Sören was done with the back of him, Sören had Nicholas roll onto his back and rubbed down the front of him. The sight of Nicholas's sculpted, athletic body glistening with oil in the firelight - the wet chest hair, the hard nipples, the fully erect, veiny cock - got Sören hot, especially when Nicholas's hands roamed over Sören's arms and the tops of his hands, gently guiding him. They looked into each other's eyes and Sören could see the lust burning in his.
At last, Sören couldn't take it anymore and he climbed over Nicholas and leaned down to kiss him, their cocks rubbing together as they kissed. Sören reached down to take them both in his oiled hand, stroking them together, and then Sören felt Nicholas's oiled fingers in him, readying him. Sören cried out, rocking his hips, fucking himself on Nicholas's fingers.
Nicholas put his hands on Sören's hips, guiding them; Sören slowly sank down on his cock. When Nicholas bottomed out, they both needed a moment, holding each other. When they were both ready, Sören began riding him slowly, and the next while was all about the slow fucking. Every so often Sören leaned in to kiss him or Nicholas would lean up for a kiss... sometimes they would trade off licking each other's necks and chests. Sören kissed and stroked Nicholas's silver beard, nuzzling it, and nuzzled the silver chest hair, burying his face in it, breathing him in. They touched and teased and played as Nicholas's cock rubbed that sweet spot inside him, keeping it slow to savor the connection, and because they knew once they got going harder and faster, they wouldn't last long, as hot and bothered as they were.
It didn't take long at all once Sören started riding him hard and Nicholas matched his rhythm, and hearing Nicholas cry out his name twice as he let go inside him made Sören's orgasm all the more intense, painting the ceiling with his cum, which made both of them laugh.
"Well, I see I christened the new place," Sören said.
"Indeed." Nicholas smiled at Sören, and gave him a little kiss. "Welcome home."
Nicholas pulled Sören close and held him tight, and rocked and pet him. "This is our refuge, our sanctuary, our paradise."
"Oh, Daddy."
After they rested awhile, sweet little kisses got deeper, and they started rubbing their tongues together... rubbing their cocks together. Nicholas rolled Sören onto his back, and Sören dug his nails into Nicholas's sides, urgent for it. "Please, Daddy, I need more cock..."
Nicholas smirked as he put it in... just the tip.
Sören let out a sob.
"Fuck me," Sören moaned.
"Little one... I do not want to fuck you, right now. I want to make love to you." Nicholas kissed the tip of Sören's nose. "You are an intelligent man with a large... vocabulary..." Nicholas's eyes twinkled as his finger teased the length of Sören's hard cock. "...and when we make love, I would like to hear you use those words. Tell your Master what you want, in words other than 'fuck me'." He put in just the tip again, and pulled out, brushing his cock against Sören's taint, making Sören clutch at him in desperation.
"I... need you. Inside me. I want to feel your cock all the way inside me. I want to feel you."
"Good," Nicholas said, and pushed into him all the way, taking Sören with a kiss.
Two could play this game. After a few slow thrusts, Sören said, "So you want me to use my words, Master?"
Sören had a feeling Nicholas was expecting him to say "please, more" - Nicholas loved it when Sören begged for more; all his partners did - but instead, Sören lowered his voice and stroked Nicholas's whiskers with his index finger as he purred, "I love feeling you inside me, milord. Your cock is so thick and so long and it feels soooo good deep inside me. I can't get enough of your cock inside me, I crave your delicious, hot fucking cock like a drug."
Nicholas groaned and kissed Sören's neck. He started thrusting faster and harder. Sören smirked and continued, "Mmmmm, Daddy, that feels so good. I love taking my Master's cock and being used for my Master's pleasure." Sören kissed the sweet spot where the jaw, ear, and neck meet and then he whispered, "Does Daddy like the way my slutty boy-pussy feels wrapped around his cock?"
Nicholas bit the hollow of Sören's neck and shoulder and started fucking the life out of him, with one of Sören's legs propped up on his shoulder.
Sören bucked back at him, panting. He squeezed his inner muscles to tease them both. "Oh, Daddy, give it to me, I'm a fucking slut for my Daddy's cock," Sören moaned, matching his rhythm. "Take that slutty little boy-cunt and own it, make it yours. Show me who's in charge with that big, thick cock of yours in my hot, slutty little slave boy-pussy. Take that ass and punish it with your cock, Master. Make my tight little ass sore, ream me good, Daddy."
Nicholas worked into him harder and growled, kissing Sören hungrily. Then Nicholas wouldn't stop kissing him, presumably because Nicholas's suggestion for Sören to use his words was working a little too well. Sören didn't mind - he loved kissing Nicholas, the way their tongues played together made him crazy. Sören stroked Nicholas's spine as he thrust, and when they got close, trembling, gasping, Sören managed to moan out "I love you" between kisses and Nicholas groaned and said, "I love you, sweetheart," in response, before kissing Sören again. A few thrusts later, Sören warned him, "Daddy, I'm gonna come."
"Yes, love. Come for me."
"Oh, Daddy! DADDY!" Sören came good and hard, shooting all over Nicholas's silver-furred chest, and Nicholas kissed Sören's neck and bit it, growling as he spent deep inside the younger man, trembling against him.
"I love you," Sören called out as he rode his orgasm, euphoric. "I love you. I love you."
"I love you," Nicholas said back to him, in between little kisses. "I love you, little phoenix."
When they came down Sören said, "Thank you," to him.
"I want you to always remember tonight, little one."
They drifted off to sleep wrapped up together.