Once they were naked, Sören took in the sight of Mark and his breath hitched. Though Sören had a thing for guys with a lot of chest and body hair, and Mark was almost hairless except for pubes, he was still perfect. Mark's lean but sculpted, muscular body was a work of art, and the silky black bush between his legs was as alluring as his glorious mane.
They were both hard, clits standing erect - Sören's was a bit bigger, but Mark's clit was nonetheless impressive, looking like a ripe berry asking to be sucked. Sören wanted to lick and suck him all over. Sören wanted to do everything.
Mark seemed just as entranced by Sören, running his hands down and back up Sören's body before claiming another kiss, deep and fiery. He started kissing Sören's neck again - he'd quickly figured out it was a weak spot - and Sören moaned.
Then Mark paused and cocked his head to one side. "So, um."
"Hmmm?"
"Any words I shouldn't use, any parts you don't want me to touch?"
Through the haze of his passion, it was hard to string two words together, but Sören managed to think for a minute. He shook his head. "Pretty much anything goes. Just... ah, I haven't been penetrated in awhile so go easy if you use your fingers?" Sören gave him a tender little kiss, appreciative of the consideration - none of the few other people he'd been with had ever bothered to check in first. "Thank you for asking. How about you?"
"Same here," Mark said. He looked down at Sören's big clit, and back up. "So... that means I can use the word pussy, clit, it's not going to -"
"Those words are fine," Sören said. "I'm a guy with a pussy, so are you. It doesn't make us not men."
Mark nodded and smiled. "Good, because..." He nipped Sören's lower lip, then his voice was low and husky as he said, "I really want to feel your clit on my clit."
"Oh, fuck..." Sören shuddered, almost coming from those words alone in Mark's silky voice.
Mark got on his knees, hooked Sören's right leg around him, and thrust his hips forward. The feel of Mark's slippery, wet cunt on his was as silken as Mark's voice - Sören moaned as their pussy lips kissed and Mark's clit brushed his clit. Mark gave a throaty growl and began to work his hips, rubbing against him.
Watching Mark's gorgeous body in motion, sinuous grace, muscles rippling, was a feast for Sören's eyes, fueling his lust... along with the wet slapping, suctioning sounds of their cunts together. Clit teased clit, building tension higher and higher with each delicious stroke, until they were both panting, moaning, shaking, the bed rocking against the wall as their cunts smacked and slurped in frenzied rhythm.
Just before Sören could climax, Mark leaned down atop him and slowed down, kissing him passionately. Sören melted into the kiss and threw his arms around him, returning hunger for hunger, fire for fire. They kissed and kissed as clit caressed clit, edging them both. They stayed like that for a long while, all sense of time slipping away, lost in the way their clits made love, slow and sensual... feeling every inch of their bodies together. Sören had never felt so connected to someone during sex before, and for the first time he understood why the ancients called it "becoming one flesh" - the way they rubbed together was perfect harmony, like a song.
Mark kissed and licked his neck again; Sören arched to him, whimpering. Closer and closer to coming, but never wanting him to stop. Mark claimed his mouth again and Sören dug his nails into Mark's back. Mark's lips grazed Sören's beard and he whispered, "Your pussy feels so fucking good..."
Sören's nails raked Mark's back, feeling the tiniest flutter of release but not a full orgasm. "Fuck me," he begged. "Fuck me hard."
Mark rose up again and gave him what he asked for, their pussies making filthy wet sloppy sounds as Mark rocked his hips and Sören bucked, matching his rhythm, clit fucking clit. Frenzied, feverish, they were both gritting their teeth, right there, and at last Mark took both his hands and rasped, "Come for me, Sören."
Sören threw his head back and cried out as he let go, throbbing with the most intense orgasm of his life, juices gushing. Two thrusts later Mark also climaxed with a deep grunt of satisfaction, and Sören sighed at the feel of Mark's contractions, Mark's juices pouring over him and into him. Mark sank down and rolled Sören onto his side and they kissed, holding each other tight.
Mark pulled Sören close and Sören rested on his shoulder; Mark pet his curls and rubbed his back, deepening the sweet contentment. Sören sighed and flexed his toes, letting himself bask in the tender touch and the floaty relaxed bliss.
Then Huan broke the moment by barking and whining, followed by a meow from Snúður.
"I think they're hungry," Mark said, "and Huan probably needs to go out."
Sören nodded. Mark got up and opened up cans of food for Huan and Snúður, then he threw on a black silk robe, grabbed a scoop and plastic bag, and led Huan out onto the balcony to do his business. "I have a pee pad out there," Mark explained. "He can get his walkies later."
Sören grinned so hard his face hurt, hearing the word "walkies" from a guy who looked like a badass warrior. And absolutely delectable in the black silk robe, clinging to his body all the right ways. It felt almost surreal to have fucked such a gorgeous man...
...and Sören wanted to do it again.
Mark brought Huan back inside and Huan ran over to his food bowl. "How about you? Should I call room service, do you want something to eat?"
"I want something to eat, all right." Sören licked his lips and made a "come here" gesture, giving Mark a pointed look.
Mark laughed, lighting up his whole face, and he shucked his robe, letting it fall to the floor, and sauntered over. He pounced on Sören with a little growl and Sören giggled before they kissed passionately.
Then Sören rolled Mark onto his back. "I want to feast on that beautiful body of yours," Sören purred, stroking Mark's cheek - Mark smiled and leaned into his touch.
Sören started with kissing each side of Mark's neck and his shoulders. Then he lapped and suckled one nipple as his fingers played with the other, teasing them into luscious, swollen peaks. Sören tugged on Mark's nipples with his teeth before sucking harder, making Mark moan and arch to him, breath ragged. As Sören went back and forth between the hard nipples, he rubbed himself against Mark's thigh, letting Mark feel how wet he was, how turned on he was by Mark's body.
After awhile Sören worked on the rest of him, kissing, licking and nibbling his way down, fingers walking and brushing, exploring Mark's biceps and veiny arms, the six-pack abs, his hips and thighs and shapely calves. "You are so masculine," Sören whispered. "So perfect. Your gorgeous male body deserves to be worshiped for hours."
Worshiping Mark's body got Sören more and more worked up - his cream was dripping down his thighs - and Sören thrilled to his reactions, the gasps and sighs and moans, the look of ecstasy on Mark's lovely face as he let Sören lavish pleasure on him. Sören felt like he was going out of his mind with lust, but he wanted to take his time and spoil Mark, remembering the way Mark had told him It's been a long time for me with... anybody last night, knowing Mark was probably just as touch-starved as he was if not more, wanting to give him something beautiful.
At long last Sören got to Mark's cunt, his own cunt throbbing at the sight of the thick cream pooling, the wet spot underneath him. Mark smelled intoxicating, and Sören spent a moment just breathing in the musky-sweet scent, wishing he could bottle it. He looked into Mark's silver eyes as he took his first lick, and their eyes locked as Sören rubbed his tongue on the hard nub, then drew it into his mouth. Mark tasted just as delicious as he smelled, and Sören gave an appreciative "mmmm".
Mark made guttural noises and tugged at Sören's curls as Sören sucked on the clit, enjoying the feel of it in his mouth, his own clit aching for relief. Sören worked his tongue with the clit in his mouth, kissing it, and Mark cried out, almost sobbing with pleasure as Sören shook his head back and forth, sucking hard. After a few minutes of this, Sören let the clit slip from his mouth and his tongue lashed it fast and furious, making Mark cry out again, then Sören took a few more slow, teasing licks. He wanted to feel dominated, like Mark had taken control during their fuck. He slid up and kissed Mark, letting him taste himself, then lay back. "Sit on my face, elskan."
Mark straddled Sören's shoulders, his hard clit jutting out, and Sören lapped at it again. Mark once again took hold of Sören's curls, moaning, and began to ride Sören's tongue; Sören almost came untouched. Sören continued rubbing his tongue as Mark rode it, and his hands slid up to caress Mark's thighs and stomach. After a few minutes Sören sucked on Mark's clit again and Mark fucked Sören's mouth, pulling Sören's hair. Sören kept running his hands over Mark, enjoying the feel of his powerful muscles, making slurping sounds as he sucked, rolling the clit around in his mouth.
Then Sören sucked on each of Mark's pussy lips, and both of them together, before slipping his tongue inside Mark's hot cunt, rewarded with a stronger taste of him, muskier. Mark cried out, yanking on Sören's hair again, fucking himself on Sören's tongue. Sören's tongue lashed at Mark's inner walls, an obscene French kiss, Mark's cream coating his lips and beard. Sören kept one hand on Mark's body and his right hand reached down between his legs to play with himself, not able to help it, completely electrified.
Eventually Mark stopped bouncing on Sören's tongue and looked down at Sören's right shoulder moving. "You touching yourself?" he husked.
"Mmmmmhmmmm." Sören stopped licking inside him, and licked his lips, savoring the taste, before he replied, "You're so fucking hot."
Mark growled and pulled back. "I think we should take care of each other."
With that, Mark turned around, his magnificent ass in Sören's face, and they got into a sixty-nine. Sören lapped and sucked at Mark's clit from behind - it was easier to tongue-fuck Mark's cunt this way, and every now and again Sören's tongue plunged inside to fuck his creamy pussy before sucking on his clit again. Mark seemed to intuitively know just how to please Sören's clit, sucking hard, teasing with his tongue. When Mark started rocking his hips, riding Sören's face again, Sören grabbed hold of Mark's firm, plump ass and buried his face in Mark's cunt, sucking the clit for all he was worth as he got closer, closer, closer. Sören felt Mark getting close too, shaking, hearing Mark moan around the clit in his mouth, and when Mark let go, crying out and gushing on Sören's face, it sent Sören over the edge, howling. Watching Mark's cunt contracting, clit pulsing, intensified Sören's own orgasm, throbbing that seemed to radiate into his spine and through his entire body. "Oh, fuck," Sören sobbed, toes curling.
They sat up and kissed, first a deep kiss then a playful open-mouthed kiss, tongues rubbing together, sharing the taste of their combined essence, making streamers with their cream. Their mouths crushed together again, kissing hard, before another open-mouthed kiss, tongues fluttering. They kept kissing like their lives depended on it, and it wasn't long before Sören was ready for more, lazily touching himself. Mark noticed and chuckled... and stopped laughing when Sören stuck slick fingers in his mouth. Mark sucked Sören's juices from his fingers with heat in his eyes, and licked them clean. Then as they kissed again, Mark also began touching himself, and Sören sucked on Mark's fingers, letting them glide in and out of his mouth like he was sucking a cock - or Mark's big clit. Sören also licked Mark's fingers, and they shared another kiss as they stroked themselves some more, before Mark sucked Sören's fingers then Sören sucked Mark's fingers. After a few rounds of this they began stroking each other, and Mark anointed Sören's nipple with Sören's own juices and lowered his head to suck. Sören cried out, electricity shooting through him, and pulled Mark down with him, kissing him fiercely.
"Fuck me," Sören whispered.
Mark climbed over him, and kissed him as their pussy lips kissed once more, their tongues mirroring the way their clits slid together back and forth, side to side. Sören clung to him, arms and legs wrapped around him, rolling his hips in time with Mark's slow thrusts. Clit teased clit, juices dripping together, once again getting lost in the sweet rhythm of their bodies moving together just right, each stroke more exquisite than the last. Mark kept it slow as long as he could, and then he rose up and rode Sören hard, cunts smacking together, the slurping, suctioning sound rising above their moans and cries. Sören rocked his hips, desperate to come but not able to get enough of Mark's clit on his clit, going deeper and deeper into sensation. "Keep fucking my pussy with your pussy," Sören begged.
Mark growled in response, fucking harder, the bed slamming against the wall again. "I love fucking your hot, wet boypussy."
"So fucking good." Sören bit his lip and whimpered. "Give me that big, sexy clit..."
Mark groaned and kept fucking him, clit rubbing clit. When Sören was right there, Mark leaned in and tugged on Sören's nipple rings, bit his neck. "Come," he commanded.
Sören climaxed, screaming Mark's name, his nails raking Mark's back as the pleasure shattered him. Mark came too, moaning, and Sören shuddered with another bolt of pleasure at the feel of Mark's cunt pulsing on his, juices flowing. They kissed, and then they rubbed noses, smiling at each other.
They lay there for awhile, legs entwined, Sören half-dozing as Mark held him close and Sören listened to the rhythm of Mark's heart. He'd never had it so good... and it was absolutely euphoric. It felt like the height of gayness to make love with another trans man, honoring each other's self-made manhood, enjoying the beautiful symmetry of their male bodies as their bodies fit and played together so perfectly. "I think you ruined me for cis men," Sören mumbled into Mark's chest; Mark chuckled and gave him a squeeze and tousled his curls.
Then Sören's stomach growled.
Mark picked Sören's chin up and looked him in the eye. "Now you do need to eat something, and I mean actual food," Mark said.
"Oh, all right." Sören nodded. As much as he wanted to stay in bed all day and fuck, he knew that was impractical.
Mark called room service for a continental breakfast, and Snúður got up on the bed, purring. As Sören moved his arm to pet and skritch his cat, he got a whiff of his armpit - and Snúður seemed fascinated by the smell, moving in to sniff. Sören giggled. "I stink. We worked up a sweat."
"Tell you what, how about we shower while we wait for breakfast, and then after we eat we can hit the pool to cool off?"
As appealing as the pool sounded, Sören winced. "The other day I got harassed in the men's locker room."
"Well, anyone who wants to fuck with you has to go through me first, how about that?"
Sören swooned a little at Mark's protectiveness. "Sounds like a plan."
They showered together, kissing and caressing, not able to resist fingering each other to another climax, and they got out of the shower just in time for the knock at the door. Mark threw on his robe and let in the server, and spoke Spanish to the server - which impressed Sören and made him melt a little. Once the server was gone, Sören said, "You speak Spanish?"
Mark nodded. "I know quite a few different languages, yeah. I mentioned yesterday I've traveled a lot, it's part of how I've stayed out of trouble." He grinned.
Sören smiled back. "I just speak Icelandic, Danish and English."
"Three languages is more than most," Mark said, and uncovered their food. Huan and Snúður immediately came over and begged like they hadn't been fed, and Mark and Sören rolled their eyes.
As they ate breakfast, Sören found himself wondering about Mark's travels... and Mark in general. Mark had talked a little bit about himself, and his troubled family, last night but just enough to be a mystery with a trail of questions. Sören didn't want to pry and make his lover feel like he was on trial - they were both here on vacation to relax, and Sören cautioned himself to treat this like a hookup. But as their eyes met now and again, Sören couldn't help wondering, Who are you, wanderer?
He found himself hoping that this wouldn't be just a one-night stand, and that they'd spend many more nights and days together until Sören had to leave Cancún for... somewhere. Sören still hadn't figured out where he was going from here, and he knew sooner or later he was going to have to take some alone time to think about it. But right now, he was enjoying Mark's company.
A little too much, Sören warned himself as he felt his cheeks flush and his stomach turn to butterflies, studying how breathtaking Mark was. We just had casual sex. This is just a fling.
Despite Mark's assurances that he would protect him if something went awry, Sören still felt a prickle of anxiety at the pool, constantly looking around to see if the transphobes who'd given him shit a few days ago were in the vicinity. Out of the corner of his eye he caught something familiar - the Hank Hill lookalike who'd done a bad rendition of "Rico Suave" at the taqueria last night was getting way too handsy with his Latina girlfriend, groping her on the way out of the pool, and she looked uncomfortable as hell.
"I need a break," she told him, shaking her head. "You want sex too much."
The Hank Hill lookalike gave her a stricken look. "Too much? Honey, you need to put this dick on lockdown. I paid for our vacation. I bought your meals, I bought you flowers, I paid for your Odor Eaters for your dress shoes... Come on, Enrique."
The woman's mouth opened and she gave him a look of utter contempt, then she screamed, "Don't you deadname me, puta!" and gave him a mighty shove into the pool before stalking off.
The guy bobbed up a few seconds later, choking and spluttering. He watched helplessly as his girlfriend continued to walk out of the pool room. He glanced over at Sören and Mark, giving them a pleading look as if they could actually do something about the situation - or would be inclined to help such an egregious asshole. Sören and Mark looked at each other, Mark rolled his eyes, and Sören felt some of his old confident sass return - from the days before life had beaten it out of him. "Good going, Gringo Suave," Sören told the guy, who got a constipated look on his face, clicked his tongue and made a little gasp of disgust as he made his way out of the pool.
"What a fucking creep," Mark said.
They continued wading together, relaxing - at one point a waiter came by and asked if he could get them anything, and Mark ordered them each a lemonade, which came back in cups with colorful umbrellas in them. Sören sighed happily as he drank his lemonade, enjoying the cool water on his skin. "This is the life," he said.
Mark smiled. "You deserve happiness, Sören."
"You barely know me." Their eyes met. "I barely know you."
"Well, what I know so far, you haven't had an easy life." Mark looked away - far away. "Neither have I."
"That's why you travel," Sören observed.
Mark nodded.
"Like you're running away," Sören went on. "But you can't run away from yourself."
"No." Mark looked down. He sighed. "It's hard to get close to people."
"I feel that. I have trust issues."
Their eyes met again. "We may not know each other well, but I think we get each other," Mark said. He gave a dry smile. "And that scares me a little."
As much as Sören didn't want to come off desperate, he found himself taking Mark's arm and pleading, "I... hope that what we shared, this morning... that we can do it again. That we could keep each other company, while we're here. I mean, I can't force you, and if it was just a one-time thing for you, then thank you, it was wonderful, but -"
Mark put a finger to Sören's lips, then traced Sören's lips with his thumb, traced Sören's beard, his nose, his cheeks - like he was committing Sören's face to memory. He kissed Sören's brow and gave him a hug. "My time is yours, while we're here. OK? I like you."
"I like you too." Sören gave him a squeeze, elated. Then he considered that if they were spending the nights together, someone's room cost was going to get wasted, whether half if they were trading back and forth, or his own if they were just sharing Mark's room. "Do you want to hit the lobby and see if we can go half on a suite, or something?"
"Sure," Mark said. He took Sören's hand and led him out of the pool. "Then we can take Huan for his walk, maybe?"
"OK."
"And then..." Mark smirked. "I hope you still have an appetite."
"Oh yeah." Sören leaned in and stole a kiss.