Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time: Chapter 14

Dooku had never slept nude, and his first reaction when he woke was being startled at being naked... then seeing Sören's bare shoulders next to him. Even though they were under blankets and quilts, Dooku knew Sören was also naked because he could feel Sören's bare skin against his...

...and memories immediately came flooding back, of what they'd done last night. The way Sören had sucked his cock, had brought him to an intense climax so shattering he wept afterwards. Completely fell apart in Sören's arms, weeping...

And I fell asleep like that. Sören was left unsatisfied. I am a selfish bastard.

Dooku let out a little sigh. He hadn't expected to just pass out like that, and he felt a pang of guilt, knowing Sören had been hard for him, and probably ached if he hadn't eventually relieved himself - and he couldn't recall Sören getting up, which would have woken him.

Dooku looked at Sören now and sighed again, this time with happiness instead of regret - Sören looked so beautiful when he slept, curls tousled, long eyelashes framing his cheeks, full lips slightly parted as he breathed. Without thinking about it, Dooku leaned in to kiss Sören's forehead, and then slid his lips down Sören's nose, to kiss the tip.

Sören gave him a slow, sleepy smile, stirring at last. "Nico," he mumbled.

"Yes, love."

Sören wasn't just awake, he was also hard now. Dooku peeled the covers back and took a long look at Sören's naked body, and he too was growing hard, admiring Sören's creamy skin and lithe figure, like a dancer. Sören's cock was impressive, it would have been intimidating on a smaller man but on Sören it just looked natural. Sören was uncut, and there was a titanium captive bead ring in the head of his cock, that had fascinated Dooku since he'd seen that video on Sören's phone.

Dooku had never done anything with anyone, so he was shy and hesitant, yet eager, as he moved downward to take Sören's cock into his mouth for the first time, wanting to show Sören appreciation for taking care of him last night... wanting to give back. Sören's cock was thick enough that he could only get the first couple inches in at first, but he knew that the head was the most sensitive part anyway and his shyness gave way to enthusiasm, enjoying the feel of sucking Sören's cock. At last he relaxed enough to swallow down more of it - his gag reflex kicked in so he pulled back slightly, but what he could manage, he continued sucking, working his tongue the way Sören had worked his, as he sucked.

Sören moaned and clutched Dooku's head, and Dooku took it as a sign to suck faster and harder. As he did, he reached to cup Sören's balls and start gently playing with them the way Sören had played with his last night.

"Oh god... Nico..." Sören writhed and whimpered, and then he gasped out, "Stop..."

Dooku's eyes widened with shock. He stopped sucking, but Sören's cock was still in his mouth. Sören's eyes opened and their eyes met and Sören shook his head. "No," he said.

Dooku reluctantly took Sören's cock out of his mouth, feeling mildly stung. He knew he was a novice but he didn't think he was doing that badly, considering he was repeating what Sören had done to him. "You don't like it?" Dooku asked, feeling sheepish that his voice sounded so sad.

Sören laughed, and said, "I do like it... that's why I told you to stop."

Dooku was confused, and the look of confusion on his face made Sören laugh harder.

When Sören saw this was annoying Dooku he stopped and patted the space next to him on the bed.

"I wanted to please you," Dooku explained, "after the way you -"

"I don't want you to feel obligated, Nico. I did what I did because I wanted to."

"Well," Dooku said, "so did I."

Sören just smirked, raised an eyebrow, and then pointed to the time on the alarm clock next to them. It was 12:09 PM.

Dooku gasped.

"Jæja, we slept that late," Sören said.

"I've never slept past..."

"I know." Sören chuckled. "I figured when you started it was already late enough in the morning it wasn't a good idea, but now that I've actually seen the time - if we start this now we'll never get out of here today."

Dooku gave a small sigh of resignation. "I suppose you're right."

"How did you sleep?"

"Well." Dooku nodded. "The best I've slept in a long time."

Sören smiled. He reached out to stroke Dooku's face, skritch his whiskers. "Good."

Dooku took Sören's hand and kissed it. The sudden change in mood had made both of them go soft, and now there was just the feeling of needing to urinate. Dooku excused himself to the bathroom, and Sören was getting changed when he came out. Dooku felt self-conscious about being naked again, but that vanished once Sören used the Force to throw clothes at him.

"Put those on before I change my mind about us leaving this bed," Sören growled.

Sören had a cooler and a small duffel bag that he threw into their rental jeep. The first stop was the supermarket - this time Sören picked out already prepared foods, which surprised Dooku, but Sören explained, "We're going on a bit of a trip."

"Oh?"

Sören nodded. "There's a few things I want to show you."

In addition to food and drinks, Sören went down an aisle by himself, stating he was getting a "surprise", and he also bought flowers - quite expensive, for being imported at this time of year. Dooku thought that an odd gesture, but didn't say anything.

His puzzlement over the flowers was quickly cleared up; their first stop was Akureyri's local graveyard, at Naustahofdi. It was situated on a hill, with a view of the city. Sören and Dooku walked more slowly as they entered the graveyard, and then just paused for awhile so they could enjoy the view - the picture-perfect panorama of Akureyri in wintertime. Finally Sören nudged Dooku along, leading the way - Dooku had a feeling of where they were going, now, which was confirmed when Sören stopped in front of two large headstones.

One of the headstones was inscribed Sigurd Tollasson, 1957-1986 and the other was inscribed Brynhildur Jónsdóttir 1960-1990. Both gravestones had evidence of past gifts, but nothing recent.

Sören knelt down in the snow, kissed his fingertips, and pressed them against his mother's grave before laying the bouquet of flowers between the two headstones.

Dooku waited quietly - he saw Sören's shoulders shaking, with silent tears. Via their Force bond Dooku saw a flash of one of Sören's memories.

"Mamma? Þú þarft að vakna núna."

Shaking her, but she won't wake up. Her skin is cold. "Mamma? Vaknaðu. Vaknaðu, Mamma..."

I don't know what to do, she won't wake up, it's dark, I'm hungry, I'm scared. I try to remember the number to call for emergency - 112 - and repeating it over and over again, I go to the phone. I tell the person on the other line, through my tears, that my mother won't wake up. A little while later there are so many sirens, so many people in our house, they're carrying out my mother, they ask us a lot of questions, finally Aunt Katrín shows up.

"Móðir þín er dauður. Þú ert að koma heim með mér."

My six-year-old mind can't wrap around the concept of "dead". She has to come back, she's my mother... as the days go by I understand she's not coming back, ever, and I miss her and I try to remember the happy times but I keep thinking of her passed out on the couch, the last time I ever saw her, and how helpless I felt, couldn't save her...

Dooku found himself behind Sören, with his hands on Sören's shoulders, rubbing them as Sören cried brokenly - not just for the grief he felt as a small child, but all that he endured after, going from the tender loving care of his mother, to his father's sister's abuse, not being able to protect his siblings the same way he couldn't resurrect his mother.

At last Dooku pulled Sören up to his feet, wrapped his arms around the younger man, holding him tight.

"I'm not religious at all," Dooku said, softly, "but I believe that there is much about the Force that we do not understand and science can eventually explain... and one of those beliefs is that consciousness does not exist in a vacuum. When the body dies, what we might think of as the soul - the mind, the heart, the life - lives on, somehow. Maybe not in an afterlife the way organized religions see it, but a great cosmic sea. And like the cycle of precipitation, someday your mother's spark of life may animate a new body, and you may see her again."

Sören nodded, trembling. "I still... dream about her."

"I have dreamt about Yodha many times since his death," Dooku said, "and there are not a few times I've felt as if he's right there with me, watching something I'm saying or doing."

Sören pulled his head out of Dooku's shoulder; Dooku handed Sören a handkerchief and Sören wiped his face. "I wonder if Mamma is watching us now," he said. He gave a small, sad smile. "I hope she would approve of you."

"So do I," Dooku said. He squeezed Sören's hand. "I love you very much."

Sören took Dooku's face in his hands and kissed him, hard. Just then, the wind began to stir, with a few flakes of snow coming down around them.

Sören laughed, and then started crying again, and Dooku continued to rub Sören's face with the handkerchief until Sören calmed down. Sören took one last look at his parents' graves, then blew a kiss and waved goodbye, before he took Dooku's hand and they walked away, not looking back.

"Do you need this again?" Dooku asked, offering the handkerchief.

Sören shook his head, and then let out a little chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Dooku asked.

"That's the same exact handkerchief you lent me when we first met. The one I had to dry clean because I got eye makeup all over it."

Dooku looked, and then nodded. "Ah, it is." He smiled.

"At least I wasn't wearing eye makeup this time." Then Sören snickered. "Though if I messed up your handkerchief again I could just offer to pay you back another way."

It took Dooku a moment to realize what Sören meant, and his eyebrows went up. "Oh, myyyyy." He felt flustered, but in a good way.

Sören squeezed Dooku's hand.

Then it was Dooku's turn to chuckle.

"What?" Sören asked.

Dooku smiled. "I love the way you say 'handkerchief.'"

Sören smiled and actually blushed. "Oh."

"I love your accent," Dooku said. "It was one of the things that attracted me to you."

Sören laughed, that full-bodied, robust laugh ringing out that Dooku loved so much. "I always feel self-conscious about it," Sören said. "I've been living in the UK for over two years but I still sound like a foreigner. My brother barely has any accent when he speaks English, though he's been living abroad for much longer."

"I see."

They got in the jeep, and Dooku said, "I still love your accent, even if you feel self-conscious about it." He patted Sören's hand. "You could say anything and it sounds beautiful." His voice lowered - he added, "And sexy." He'd never said that before about anything or anybody, and it felt strange to him, but also right.

Sören laughed again. "Sexy, já? You think it sounds sexy when I say handkerchief?"

"Well... yes."

Sören continued laughing as they got on the road. "Penguin. Ambulance. Football stadium. Cucumber."

"Despite my fondness for your accent, my dear, that all sounds rather wrong juxtaposed."

"Does it? That's my kinky plans for us later."

The look on Dooku's face made Sören laugh so hard he had to pull over, and borrow the handkerchief again. Dooku laughed too.

"You're a little shit," Dooku told him.

"I know." Sören beamed proudly.

When Sören resumed driving, he pointed at a hot dog cart. "We have a bit of a drive ahead of us so you may get hungry between now and when we arrive at our destination. I'm going to get a pylsa, are you very sure you don't want one?"

"Oh, all right, I will try the bloody thing if it will get you to stop telling me I should try it."

Sören smiled. He got out of the jeep while Dooku waited, and came back with two pylsur. Dooku looked at his first, studying it - it was a bit messier than he would have liked, and he wasn't the biggest fan of raw onion, but -

"Would you just fucking eat it already."

Dooku and Sören ate their pylsur in silence; Sören had brought some Coca-Cola and they washed it down. Finally after Dooku wiped his mouth and beard, Sören asked, "How was that?"

"It was better than I expected," Dooku said. "It was neither the best thing I've ever put in my mouth nor was it the worst."

"Oh really?" Sören raised an eyebrow as he started driving again. "What's the best thing you ever put in your mouth?"

Dooku smiled; Sören had walked right into it. "You."

"Oh, my fucking god." That laugh again. "Shit."

Dooku leaned back in his seat, his smile growing broader and more smug. "I do hope that wherever you're bringing me, it's worth not being able to finish what I started."

"I certainly hope so," Sören said. "But, you know... there's always later."

"Good."

Sören put music on for the ride, which was over an hour and a half. Their first stop was the famous Dimmuborgir, near Lake Mývatn. Dimmuborgir would have been impressive at any time of year, but the winter landscape gave it a haunted feeling. Sören took lots of pictures as they got out of the jeep and walked around to explore the lava formations. At one point, Sören asked Dooku to pose - the wind was kicking up and blew his fur-lined cape. Sören took several photos and then showed Dooku the end result.

"You look fucking majestic," Sören said. "Like a god."

Dooku laughed and blushed. "I hope not, considering what Yodha told me about Earth religions."

"Key word was 'like'."

Sören took the cooler and duffel bag out of the jeep. Since nobody else was around, he used the Force to spread a blanket on the snow, and then unpacked the cooler with the meal and drinks he'd bought at the supermarket - fruit juices, and assorted fish, and cheese, and berries, and a cheesecake for dessert. They sat on the blanket and ate together - feeding each other towards the end of the meal. It felt somewhat magical to be enjoying good food together in such a wonderful setting, especially as the sun got lower in the sky.

"The sun sets so early here this time of year," Dooku said as they packed up the jeep.

"It does," Sören said. "It's why I wanted us to get here as quickly as possible, so we'd still be able to see the Dimmuborgir in daylight. Though watching the sun set here is nice too."

They sat in the jeep and did that, drinking water as the sunset painted the sky in indigo, violet, red, orange, and gold, making the Dimmuborgir look mythical and almost apocalyptic in the snow, especially as the fire gave way to twilight, more blues and purples, tinged with gold.

At last Sören began to pull out, back onto the road, and Dooku remarked, "That was amazing. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Sören nodded and rubbed his knee.

Then Dooku said, "You know, it just now occurred to me your parents are named -"

"Sigurd and Brynhildur, já, I heard from people who knew my parents that they made jokes about it when they were dating. Apparently they played 'Ride of the Valkyries' at their wedding on kazoo and everything."

Dooku laughed. "I guess you inherited your sense of humor."

"I suppose I did. What I remember of my mother, she was always laughing and joking and playing with us." Sören smiled. "I hear my father was like that too. I think his sister missed those genes."

"Or maybe she had a sense of humor once and drank it away."

"Já, I don't know what her personality was like before the alcoholism," Sören said. "Though after she got sober she certainly wasn't very pleasant, either. I suppose she was set in her ways by then."

Dooku nodded.

"Sometimes I think about what she would have been like if circumstances were different," Sören said. "I tried to have compassion for her, for a very long time. A lot of my compassion died when Margrét -" His voice trailed off.

Dooku raised an eyebrow. "When Margrét what?"

"I feel like it's not my story to tell but on the other hand you are family now, so." Sören took a deep breath. "When she was a he - Magnús... Margrét liked to put on dresses and makeup when we were younger, and got badly beaten for it. Some of the times when I got beaten, actually, were when I tried to shield Magnús. I didn't understand what the big deal was about wanting to wear dresses, or saying he wanted to be a girl, or any of that. It just seemed normal to me, you know? I hated seeing my family suffer. And then, finally... a couple of years after I had a breakdown and was hospitalized... Margrét attempted suicide and was in the same hospital. And it came out that Margrét had attempted suicide because Margrét was tired of the... uh, dysphoria... and being perceived as male, and so on. So Magnús became Margrét - got the transgender diagnosis, started therapy, started hormones, grew breasts. And Katrín was still drinking at the time and showed up when Margrét was getting out of the doctor's office one day, and said, literally, 'I wish you had killed yourself. You're disgusting.'"

"That's disgusting," Dooku said, frowning.

"Margrét attempted suicide a second time shortly after that. She got better, and she's been better for some years now, but... já, the suicide rate for transgender people is pretty high, and Margrét was almost a statistic, and Katrín was a large part of why Margrét came very close to not being with us. When Katrín made her apologies for how she was, a few years ago, that was one thing I couldn't forgive her for. I just don't understand why she had to be like that, especially when it was obvious how much pain Margrét was in before she transitioned. So as much as I'd tried for years to have pity on whatever pain my aunt was in enough to start self-medicating with alcohol, I've lost my ability to have sympathy after the way she treated Margrét."

"That's understandable," Dooku said. "Just from what little I saw in the hospital, she seemed like a real piece of work."

"And yet," Sören said, "it was still sad to see her die the way she did. Suffering, in the end." Sören shook his head. "And I hate myself for feeling that way."

"You have a gentle heart," Dooku said. "The kind of sensitivity that makes beautiful art."

"I do not have a gentle heart," Sören said. "I've seen a lot of shit."

"A rose is not less delicate for its thorns."

Sören frowned and continued driving.

Dooku said, finally, "You didn't just move to the UK for your art, did you? Because it seems like you could have done well with it in Reykjavik."

"Being across the ocean from Katrín was part of it," Sören said. "But it wasn't just that, either."

"Oh?"

Sören gave a small and somewhat sheepish smile. "I'm gay."

"I had no idea. Truly. I'm shocked by this information."

Sören laughed again. "As you know..."

"What if I told you..."

Sören's laughter cut him off. Then Sören was serious again. "No, what I mean is... that's another reason why I moved."

"I'm afraid I don't understand, as from everything I've heard Iceland is rather a mecca for LGBT people -"

"Já, it is." Sören sighed. "It's... Iceland is a small country. Akureyri, my hometown, is 18,000 people. Reykjavik itself is just over a hundred thousand. So if you consider that gay people are always a minority in the population, in a country as small as Iceland, you start to... know everyone else who is. For better or for worse."

"Ah."

"My longest-term relationship was with a Brazilian, and after that I had a string of, uh, experiences, mostly with non-locals. Tourists. Except I was competing with just about every other gay man in Iceland. And the scene got old. It was enough where I felt I needed to go elsewhere." Sören smiled. "This wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I left Iceland, but the best things in life are always surprises."

"I agree," Dooku said. "I wasn't expecting any of this at all. I'd rather planned my life around avoiding attachments and complications."

"Here's to the Force disrupting our plans," Sören said.

"Indeed."

"But I hope you'll like these plans, just the same."

They were at the Nature Baths at Lake Mývatn. Dooku was surprised it was open even though it was November and now after dark, at that. However, it didn't seem crowded.

"You..." Dooku's face fell. "I... don't..."

"Look," Sören said. "If you're really that uncomfortable you can sit in the car and I'll try to make it quick, but if you'd like to do something adventurous for a change... I have two pairs of swim trunks in that duffel bag." Sören smirked. "Don't be worried about what other people think of your body. Be worried about whether or not I'll try to ravish you in the jeep after I've been looking at it for awhile."

Dooku followed Sören out of the jeep. Sören paid for both of them - the entrance fee was surprisingly cheap - and then they headed into a locker room.

"You're going to have to get completely naked and shower," Sören said. "Pool rules."

"What."

Sören nodded. "If you don't believe me, you can ask the attendants."

"He's right," said one of them. "That's the rule here."

Reluctantly, Dooku disrobed and put his clothing in a locker. He got in a shower stall opposite Sören. The sight of Sören showering naked in front of him managed to take his mind off his discomfort, to the point where Dooku was erect by the time he got out of the shower, and Sören gave him a hungry look before throwing swim trunks at him. Dooku put them on, and he and Sören walked hand in hand towards the hot spring.

The water was indeed very warm, enough that Dooku had to go in a little at a time. Once he was in up to his waist, Sören began pulling him deeper, towards a rock where they could sit and rest. It was then that Dooku noticed the stars above them - as lovely as the view at the cabin where they were staying. Being in the hot spring under the stars was magical, made more so by Sören's company, his delight in watching Dooku relax for the first time in his life.

"They'll bring us beer," Sören said.

"What?"

Sören ordered two bottles of beer, which were brought directly to them in the spring. Dooku couldn't believe it. He'd never been much of a beer drinker, preferring wine, but nonetheless, the frosty beer in the hot spring sounded good. He and Sören clinked bottles and then Sören gasped, "Oh my fucking god."

Dooku looked up. The sky was changing color above them - a green and blue aurora, with stars twinkling through. It took his breath away, watching the colors swirl. The hair on his arms and neck stood on end, feeling electricity down his spine. The entire world seemed to sing.

Sören kissed him, then, and Dooku moaned into the kiss, moaning again when he felt Sören's hard-on press against his, through their trunks. Kissing under the aurora in the hot spring was the most amazing moment of his life, and Dooku savored it, never wanting it to end.

They pulled apart, breathless, and snuggled together, drinking beer as they watched the aurora and the starscape, deeply relaxed by the heat of the baths. Dooku didn't want to leave, and Sören was in no rush. But time wore on, and Sören finally said, "I have prune fingers," showing Dooku.

Dooku chuckled. "I am a prune."

"You're a very sexy prune."

It was Dooku's turn to let out a full-bodied loud laugh that echoed across the spring. "You are ridiculous, and I love you."

"I know." Sören kissed the tip of his nose, and looked into his eyes. "Ég elska þig líka, elskan mín."

They kissed once more, hands roaming, and then Sören began pulling him out of the baths before they could get up to anything inappropriate right then and there.

 

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The shock of the bitter cold after the warmth of the pool was enough that Dooku was still shivering when they'd been on the road for ten minutes. Sören pulled over to retrieve another blanket from the duffel bag, and wrapped it around Dooku.

"You look so cute like that," Sören said.

"I am not cute."

Sören began poking Dooku and said in a high-pitched, squeaky voice, "No, stop touching me! I AM THE NIGHT!"

"You. Are. A. Brat."

"No shit." Sören resumed driving. "Let's get dinner somewhere, já?"

Dooku stopped shivering when they'd been on the road awhile, though he remained huddled in the blanket all the way to Akureyri, and frowned every time Sören looked at him and said, "Cute," or "Doki-doki", or, the worst, "Uwu!"

"I am not cute," Dooku muttered.

There was a Mexican restaurant in Akureyri called Serrano. Dooku had never eaten Mexican food before, and the idea of trying Mexican cuisine for the first time in Iceland made him laugh at the absurdity. The food seemed a bit too much finger food and messy for him, but he ate it anyway and enjoyed it, sensibilities be damned, and when he spilled a little salsa on himself Sören leaned in and licked it off his shirt like a dog, then licked his face like a dog, making them both laugh.

They approached the cabin in a reverent hush, admiring the stars over the fjord village capped in snow. Once they got to the door of the cabin Dooku said, simply, "Thank you. For... everything. The trip to the graveyard. Dimmuborgir. The baths at Lake Mývatn. And Serenno."

"You mean Serrano."

"Serenno, Serrano."

"You only had one beer, you couldn't possibly be drunk." Sören's eyes twinkled with mischief.

"I am drunk on love." Dooku kissed him, hard.

It was another night of undressing right there at the door, their clothes strewn across the floor. But instead of going straight to bed, Sören made Dooku wait outside the bathroom as he went in and used it, and then Sören opened the bathroom door and pulled Dooku into the shower with him. They kissed and caressed as they soaped each other, and holding each other under the running water, kissing, their cocks rubbing together, was another magical moment that Dooku never wanted to end.

When they climbed out and towelled off, Sören explained, "I wanted to be cleaned out for what we're... uh, about to do."

It took a moment for it to register with Dooku, and then his eyes widened.

They walked to the bed and Sören used the Force to open the duffel bag one last time; Dooku watched as a bottle of lubricant rose out. Sören climbed onto the bed, and after a minute Dooku climbed on, climbed over him, and Sören's arms wrapped around him, pulling him in for a deep, hungry kiss.

"I want you," Sören whispered. "Inside me."

Dooku thought of the video he'd watched of Sören riding the dildo, and shuddered. Sören nipped Dooku's lower lip with a growl. "You saw that video on my phone," Sören said.

"I did," Dooku said. "I'm sor-"

Sören laughed - more deeply than before, an almost menacing laugh, sexy. "I wanted you to find that."

"You. Did."

"I did." Sören's eyes narrowed. "I wanted you to think about what it would be like."

Dooku kissed him hard, and Sören moaned, arching to him. "Fuck me, Nico," Sören rasped.

"I want to make love to you," Dooku said.

With that, he proceeded to worship Sören's body the way Sören had worshiped him last night, kissing, licking, and caressing his way down, spending a long time on Sören's pierced nipples, aroused by how much Sören's nipples peaked, the sounds Sören made as Dooku teased them with his lips and tongue. Dooku looked into Sören's eyes as he took a nipple ring between his teeth and gave a gentle tug, his cock throbbing at Sören's wild cry of pleasure, throbbing more as his tongue took long, slow strokes over the nipple. His mouth and hands roamed down Sören's stomach and legs, and at last, to resume work on Sören's cock the way he had that morning. Sören didn't stop him this time.

"God, you're good," Sören panted. "You sure you've never done this before?"

"Quite sure." Dooku gave a few teasing licks at the head of Sören's cock. "I learned from you." Then Dooku took the ring in Sören's cock between his teeth and gave a gentle tug, and Sören whimpered, whimpering again as Dooku licked around the site of the piercing. "I also improvise, of course."

"Fuck..."

Dooku continued to suck Sören's cock, slowly, and then when he felt Sören getting close, he moved to Sören's balls, licking and sucking them until Sören was writhing, thrashing around, making inhuman noises. Dooku took Sören's cock back into his mouth and sucked for all he was worth until Sören grabbed his head and began thrusting into Dooku's mouth, uncontrollably. Dooku braced himself, massaging Sören's balls as he sucked, and at last Sören growled, "Nico, I'm gonna -"

Yes, love.

Dooku was rewarded by the salty-sweet taste of Sören's cum, filling his mouth. He was surprised by how warm it was, and how much of it there was - so much some spilled out of his mouth and he felt like he would choke. He quickly swallowed it down, enjoying the taste of it, and gave Sören's cock a few last licks to lap up the rest of Sören's cum before he came up to kiss him, letting Sören taste himself, the evidence that he'd done this for him, given him this gift -

"I've never done this for anyone before," Dooku whispered. "Just you."

Sören stroked Dooku's face and whiskers. "Did you like it?"

"Very much." Dooku kissed him again. "I like giving as much as I like receiving, if not more." Dooku gave a little groan, rubbing his hard-on against Sören's thigh. "I love watching you lose control."

"You can watch it again," Sören said. He put Dooku's hand on his cock, which was already hard again.

They kissed once more, and in that kiss Sören rolled Dooku onto his back. Dooku looked up at Sören expectantly, and with trust in his eyes. Sören used the Force to bring over their bottle of lube, and Dooku watched as Sören used the Force to pour lube onto his cock, and then Sören's hands massaged Dooku's cock, working the lube until Dooku's cock was glistening and dripping with it.

"It's been awhile for me," Sören said. "I have toys but it's not the same as the real thing."

"All right," Dooku said.

Sören poured lube onto Dooku's right hand, and guided Dooku's fingers to his opening. Dooku felt shy, but his shyness quickly faded as his finger found something inside Sören that felt like a walnut, and Sören gasped as Dooku rubbed it.

"Oh god yes..." Sören shuddered. "Fuck..."

Dooku groaned approvingly and continued working his finger inside Sören, until Sören asked him to add a second finger. Dooku's index and middle fingers played in him, rubbing that sweet spot; Dooku's own cock grew harder at the sight of his fingers going in and out of Sören's channel, the sound of Sören's moans, the way Sören shivered and bucked against his fingers, knowing that would be his cock soon. At three fingers, Dooku's free hand reached up to caress Sören's body, not able to help himself - rubbing and plucking and pinching Sören's nipples, making Sören moan louder. At last Sören told him to stop. "I'm ready," Sören said.

Sören straddled Dooku's hips, and Dooku watched as Sören sank down on his cock, taking it in slowly. Through their Force bond Dooku could feel it was pinching and burning Sören - enough where Dooku almost told Sören to stop - but then his own pleasure took over at the silken heat of Sören enfolding him; he was all the way in. Sören rested there, breathing deeply.

"I'm all right," Sören said. He chuckled. "God, you're big."

"You feel so good," Dooku said.

"We haven't even gotten started yet."

Dooku took Sören's hands and looked into his eyes. "I'm inside you," he said. "We're... connected. We're one."

"Yes." Sören smiled, and squeezed Dooku's hands. "Welcome home."

With that, Sören began to ride him, slowly. The feel of Sören's ass wrapped around his cock was even more exquisite than Sören's mouth had felt. The heat of his body rivaled that of the hot spring, and the soft, sweet velvet of Sören's insides was delicious. As delicious was watching his cock plunge in and out of Sören's ass, watching Sören roll his hips, working his gorgeous, lithe body. Dooku's hands roamed over Sören's body, wanting to touch, feel, please; Sören's own hands roamed over Dooku, making him moan as Sören explored and played, learning his body and where he was sensitive.

Soon Sören was riding him faster, harder, and Sören's cock was in Dooku's right hand, stroking it in rhythm with Sören's hips. Dooku was thrusting into Sören now, matching his rhythm; Dooku's left hand continued to play over Sören's flesh. He loved playing with Sören's nipples, tugging the nipple rings, rubbing Sören's nipples with his thumb and index finger, producing wonderful moans. Sören's cock leaking precum was exciting to him, even moreso when Sören wiped some of it onto his fingers and stuck them in Dooku's mouth, for him to taste. Sucking precum off of Sören's fingers, Dooku took his hands and put them on Sören's hips and began to thrust into him harder. Sören grabbed Dooku's hips and held on for dear life, bucking like he was riding a wild bull.

"Fuck me, fuck me..." Sören let out a wordless cry.

Dooku was close, and it took him every ounce of restraint he had to hold back his orgasm, wanting Sören to climax first. They fucked at fever pitch, Dooku's balls slapping Sören's ass, the bed rocking against the wall, both of them lost in that wild animal rutting frenzy, needing to mate, where nothing mattered but sex, the whole world could be burning down and they would just want to fuck and fuck and never stop... as badly as they needed to come, they needed to fuck, needed to keep that delicious stroking pleasure going as long as possible, so good -

"Nico..." Sören let out a little whimper. "Nico, I'm gonna come..."

"Yes, my love."

Sören gave a strangled sob and Dooku watched as Sören's cock shot an arc of cum over his stomach and chest. The sight of Sören coming on him, the sight of Sören's beautiful face in ecstasy, the feel of Sören's ass pulsing around him, was too much. "Sören," Dooku cried out as his orgasm took him, like a wave pulling him under, into darkness, into light. "Sören, my love..."

"Nico." Sören shot more cum over him. "Oh god, Nico... Nico..."

"Oh, fuck." Dooku shuddered, his fingers and toes curling as pleasure jolted through him again and again. Throbbing, throbbing, like the heart of the Force, a microcosm of the universe exploding into being, light and darkness and heat and life.

"Elskan mín." Sören collapsed onto him, trembling.

Dooku wrapped his arms around Sören, held him close and tight. Their orgasm seemed to go on forever, and when the throbbing stopped and it was just melting bliss, Sören picked his head up, gave Dooku a smile like he was drunk or high, and then kissed him hard. They were spent, but the kiss held the promise of more passion, when they were recharged enough. Their tongues took a few last playful licks, both of them groaning at the sensuality of it, before Sören rested his head on Dooku's shoulder, looking up at him adoringly. Sören pet Dooku's face, and Dooku stroked Sören's curls.

"That was amazing," Sören whispered. "Thank you."

"Thank you." Dooku kissed the top of Sören's head, and then kissed Sören's forehead. "That was... as the youth says... awesome. But in the original sense of the word. Awe inspiring. Terrifying, even, but in a good way."

Sören laughed. "I could do this with you every night."

"I wish you would."

They kissed, and then Sören got up to get a fire going in the fireplace. He made them both hot chocolate with a kettle on the hot plate, and they drank hot chocolate and snuggled as they watched the snow coming down outside. Then they curled up together under the covers.

Entwined with his beloved, Dooku didn't fall asleep right away - he basked in a quiet sense of joy, a sense of hope that had been missing from his life for too long. He wanted to make this wonderful day last as long as possible. But soon enough, exhaustion overtook him, and he slept, wrapped in Sören's arms.

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