"Morning, sleepyhead."
Dooku woke up to a rain of soft, gentle kisses over his face, from his forehead down his nose, across his cheeks to his chin, and then at last, his lips. Instinctively, his lips parted, and he heard himself let out a groan as Sören's tongue slipped into his mouth and their tongues met, swirling, brushing, playing together.
"Mmmmm." Sören's hand wrapped around Dooku's hard cock and began to stroke, slowly. "How did you sleep?"
"Well," Dooku said. He opened his eyes and smiled at the love he saw in Sören's eyes. "The best I've slept in ages... well, that and last night."
"Good." Sören kissed the tip of Dooku's nose and then claimed his mouth again, harder this time. "I want you," Sören rasped before kissing him once more.
Shyly, Dooku reached for Sören's cock, standing at attention. He ran his fingers over it, walked up and down the shaft, caressed the head and sensitive frenum with his thumb, before he took Sören's cock into his fist, stroking in the same slow rhythm that Sören was stroking him. Then, feeling bolder, Dooku took the free hand that had been resting on Sören's ass, and stuck a finger inside him, probing that sweet spot.
Sören let out a little whimper and shuddered.
"You like that?" Dooku asked between kisses.
"God, yes." Sören let go of Dooku's cock and threw his arms around him, holding him tight as he began to work his hips, fucking the finger inside him.
Dooku started kissing down Sören's neck, licking and taking little nibbles, as he gripped Sören's cock more firmly and his finger rubbed at Sören's prostate faster and harder. When Dooku's kisses made their way to Sören's nipples, Sören clawed at him, panting, whining, moaning in Icelandic. After kissing, licking and suckling both of Sören's nipples, before he resumed work on the first one, Dooku looked up at Sören. The heat in Sören's gaze made his cock throb. Wordlessly, Dooku used the Force to bring over the bottle of lube they'd used last night.
Sören took Dooku's head in his hands and brought him up. "We need to wait before you fuck me again," Sören said. He gave a small, sheepish smile. "Last night was the first real cock I've had in months and I'm... a little sore."
"I understand." Dooku gave a small smile in return. "I don't want to hurt you."
"There are other things we can do." Sören kissed him, and then began kissing and licking Dooku's neck, making him groan as the electric heat throbbed straight to his cock. Sören's hand wrapped around Dooku's cock again, stroking it slowly, and Sören nibbled the place where Dooku's neck and jaw met before whispering, "Other ways you can be inside me."
Dooku didn't quite understand, and gave a small gasp of equal parts surprise and pleasure as Sören used the Force to pour lube all over both of their hard, eager cocks - cocks that were both dripping with precum. Sören then took both of their cocks in his fist and began stroking them together. It was a tight fit, as both cocks were large - almost the same size, Dooku's was longer and Sören's was thicker - and the tightness and silken friction made Dooku feverish with need. In heat for his beloved, he lowered his head to Sören's chest again, tugging on Sören's nipple ring with his teeth hard enough to make Sören cry out, then soothing Sören's nipple with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue. Sören shuddered and his free hand raked Dooku's back; Sören crushed his mouth to Dooku's with a hungry growl.
Dooku laughed softly and kissed down Sören's neck to the other nipple, giving the nipple ring a more gentle tug before laving it with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth. One of Dooku's hands was on top of Sören's hand stroking their cocks together, and the other hand played with the nipple Dooku wasn't sucking, making Sören moan.
Sören's hand sped up on their cocks. The slippery lubricant made a soft squishing sound that added to the heat of the moment, making them both almost delirious with need. The rubbing felt more and more delicious and Dooku could feel his balls tightening, his cock aching for release but also aching to keep going, wanting to feel Sören this way...
...and then Sören let go, taking his hand off their cocks. Dooku made a small cry of protest, and Sören put the index finger of his free hand to Dooku's lips, the finger trailing down his throat, down over the shoulder to tease and rub one of Dooku's nipples - god, he was so sensitive there - just before Sören lowered his hand to their cocks. Dooku watched as Sören guided their cocks so the heads were touching, rubbing together, and then Sören peeled back his foreskin just before rolling it up... covering the head of Dooku's cock as well as his own.
The feeling of Sören's foreskin wrapped around him, kissing his cock, was too much. Dooku cried out, and then again when he felt the small captive bead in the ring in Sören's cock push into his slit. He'd never put anything in there - never even dreamed of it - and just the tiny bead almost hurt, but as Sören began rubbing the place where their cocks met, and moving so the head of his cock was caressing the head of Dooku's cock, making the bead move back and forth, in and out... it was exquisite. The pleasure and the wild feeling of lust overcame him, taking him higher and higher. Dooku trembled from head to toe, desperately needing to come but holding back with every ounce of strength he had, never wanting the sweet sensation to stop, the intimacy, so good.
Their eyes met, and Sören kissed him, and with that kiss Dooku climaxed, not able to help himself. That set off Sören's own climax, and the feeling of hot cum flooding Sören's foreskin, spending all over both of them, made Dooku's orgasm even more intense. Dooku couldn't even scream or cry out, could only gasp for breath, panting and shuddering through the endless throbbing. Sören let out a howl before they kissed again, their hands roaming over each other, every inch of their skin deliciously sensitive to touch, making the pleasure last.
Dooku's spent cock slipped out of Sören's foreskin, and they looked down at the mess they'd made and Sören laughed.
"We'll have to launder this," Sören said. "Ari will complain otherwise."
"Later," Dooku said, and pulled Sören close.
Holding Sören and being held, after sex, was as good as the sex itself. Dooku felt weightless, boneless, melting against Sören, his mind untroubled, lost in his own little world of Sören's beauty and the wonderful feeling of loving and being loved. They cuddled there, listening to each other's heartbeats, breathing each other's breath, as close as Dooku had ever been to anyone in the sixty-eight years of his life.
It was terrifying and exhilarating.
At last the sound of Dooku's stomach growling made Sören laugh and roll after him. Completely naked, Sören walked into the kitchen and began making breakfast for them - sausage and eggs. They ate in bed together, naked, and after breakfast Dooku washed the dishes, naked, marveling at the end that he hadn't even given any notice to being naked until then.
Who am I?
They showered together. Both men were too spent after such an intense orgasm to do anything sexual in the shower, but still lathered each other sensually, affectionately, and at the end spent awhile just holding each other as the water washed over them. Dooku started to cry, not understanding why - it was like a dam inside of him had broken, and too many feelings were rushing out all at once. Sören kissed his tears, pet him, rocked him in his arms, rocking him and rocking him until the tears subsided. When they got out of the shower together, Dooku watched Sören toweling off, admiring his lithe figure, the tattoos and exotic piercings.
"Did that hurt?" Dooku asked.
"What?" Sören asked. "I got a lot of work done, you'll have to be more specific."
"That." Dooku gestured to his own cock, then Sören's.
"Já, but not as bad as you might think," Sören said. "I found my nipple piercings a bit more painful. To be honest, it hurt the most to get my ears done because that was when I was still a teenager and didn't know much about piercings, and I got it done with a piercing gun rather than a needle."
Dooku raised an eyebrow. Then he cleared his throat and said, "I know you got the tattoos done to cover up scars... what about the piercings?"
Sören gave a throaty laugh. "It's not more obvious? I keep forgetting you're still practically a virgin."
Dooku flushed.
Sören went on, "Stimulation." He gestured to his cock piercing. "I've been told by past partners that this really..." He trailed off and looked down, sheepish. "Sorry, I shouldn't be talking about past experiences."
"I know you have a sexual history," Dooku said, "so you don't need to pretend with me that you don't. And you mean...?" Dooku's flush deepened, and he felt a bit of apprehension as well as excitement at what was being implied.
Sören nodded. "I'm versatile." When he saw Dooku's look of confusion, he said, "I'm not... strictly... a bottom."
It took Dooku a moment to realize what Sören meant, and he flushed all over again. The thought of Sören taking him that way was both arousing and intimidating all at once. Sensing Dooku's discomfort, Sören walked out of the steamy bathroom and began getting changed. After he and Dooku were both dressed, they stripped the bed together and put on fresh sheets and blankets, with a pile that they would bring to the local laundromat.
"Do you have any plans for us today?" Dooku asked Sören.
"I do," Sören said. "And then I think we could go back to London the day after tomorrow, if that works for you?"
Dooku nodded; he missed his cat.
"So tomorrow we'll go back to Reykjavik," Sören said. "But in the meantime, today, I have a few things to show you."
Their first stop was the local laundromat, and while their wash was going, Sören took them on another tour of Akureyri. This time they went to Akureyrarkirkja church - Sören took pictures and did some sketching, keen on the architecture - and then the large statue of Helgi and Þórunn, the first settlers of Eyjafjörður. Sören took pictures of the view-dial near the statue, and did some sketching of that as well.
Then it was time to visit Grýla and Leppalúði, the parents of the Yule Lads, right in the city center. Sören had Dooku take some pictures of him posing with the trolls, and then Sören insisted on taking pictures of Dooku posing with the trolls - Dooku felt ridiculous, but obliged him - and then Sören took selfies of the two of them together with the trolls. In one of the photos Sören reached an arm around Dooku and made "bunny ears" with his fingers above the back of Dooku's head, and when Dooku saw the finished product he glared at Sören, which made Sören laugh even harder.
"You're so cute," Sören said, kissing the tip of Dooku's nose.
"I am not cute."
The photo opportunity with Grýla and Leppalúði put Sören in the mood to take Dooku to the Christmas House, which was a short drive out of Akureyri. The kitschy red house covered with Christmas decorations nonetheless looked charming in the winter landscape, though Grýla was less charming, in a cave. Sören and Dooku spent awhile browsing the decorations and candy, and Sören spent some money on both, preparing for Christmas in London with his family visiting.
On the drive back from the Christmas House, Sören looked wistful and a bit sad. Sensing the change in mood, Dooku rubbed Sören's knee. "Are you all right?" Dooku asked.
Sören nodded. "Christmas was always a difficult time for us, because Aunt Katrín and Uncle Einar did more drinking during the holidays. And Christmas is such a happy time in Iceland, so we had to pretend at school that we were happy and nothing was wrong. My siblings and cousin and I tried to make up for it, we made each other secret presents and went on a scavenger hunt to find them." Sören gave a small, wistful smile. "I got into drawing when I was a kid and I did sketches for them on Christmas. One year I made Dagnýr a little comic book with superheroes in it, made some shitty fanfic story about them that's really embarrassing now that I'm not twelve anymore. He loved it, though. He still has it."
Dooku felt the urge to grab Sören and pull him close, but couldn't because Sören was driving.
"The last couple of Christmases have been sad with me being in London and Dagnýr being in Canada," Sören said. "Frankie got me through even though we didn't have much money to get each other presents or decorate the apartment. You have no idea how much it means to us to invite all of us to be together this year."
Though Dooku had found Sören's selection in Christmas decorations somewhat garish, he would gladly go back to the Christmas House and buy the entire lot if he could make Sören smile the way Sören was smiling now. He felt determined to give the younger man the best Christmas he'd ever had.
After the Christmas House they returned to the laundromat to put their wash in the dryer, and then returned to the cabin for a short visit to decide if they were eating there or going out to dinner - the verdict was to go out to eat. Dooku also decided to call Qui-Gon and check on Dragos, and then Sören called Frankie while Dooku went online and bought them plane tickets to go back to London in two days.
Once Sören got off the phone, they got back in the car and went out for fish and chips - reminiscent of their first outing together, after meeting in the gallery. The quality of local Icelandic seafood made the meal seem less humble, somehow. After dinner they picked up their laundry and brought it back to the cabin, and then Sören said, "I have something else to show you."
It was already dark - Dooku once again marveled at the long winter nights. Sören drove for approximately forty minutes out of Akureyri, until they came to the Goðafoss, one of the most famous waterfalls in Iceland. Admission was free, and it didn't take much walking.
It was one thing to see pictures of the Goðafoss and another thing to see it in person. The stark winter landscape and frozen icicles made the waterfall look even more powerful. Sören and Dooku just sat, taking it all in, holding hands in reverent silence.
At last, the northern lights began to play across the sky, as they had in the Nature Baths at Mývatn the night before. This time they seemed even more intense, covering more of the sky, glowing stronger than before - a riot of green, violet, and blue, weaving together into different patterns. Sometimes green was the more dominant color, sometimes violet, sometimes teal or cyan, sometimes two together with little splashes of the third. Sometimes the green was closer to yellow-green and the violet closer to pink, sometimes the green was more of a deep forest color. It was more impressive than any fireworks display Dooku had ever witnessed - especially for the way the colors reflected in the waterfall pool, and the way the aurora sometimes parted to show all of the hundreds of millions of stars in the night sky. It took Dooku's breath away, and brought tears to his eyes. He could feel Sören's awe as well, and felt closer to him for sharing this magic with him.
After the aurora had been continuing its dance for awhile, Sören whispered, "When I first learned to drive, I'd drive out here a lot."
"I can see why."
Sören nodded. "Watching the waterfall, always going... reminds me that life goes on, somehow. Including, and especially, in the middle of winter. It's frozen all around, but the waterfall itself doesn't freeze over, it keeps flowing. And it's..." Sören struggled to find words for what he was feeling, in English. "The Force is strong here."
"Indeed," Dooku said, and squeezed Sören's gloved hand. "This is what Yodha would refer to as a Force Nexus. A place where the Force is much more powerful."
As it was nighttime in November, there weren't other visitors around - Sören looked around carefully before he got up. He used the Force, then, to rise a foot off the ground, and began to walk on the air. After a moment, Dooku did as well, moving over to Sören, and pulled him into his arms. They used the Force to continue to defy gravity, kissing as they sailed over the Goðafoss, from one side to the other. Over the middle of the Goðafoss they pulled apart briefly for air, to look into each other's eyes and just laugh at the good feeling of being together, being alive, sharing in the wonder of this place, this moment. They nuzzled and kissed again, more deeply, till they reached the other side of the Goðafoss. Then they sailed back across the waterfall, kissing, necking, petting, and tumbled softly to the ground, in a snowbank, laughing, out of breath.
Another kiss, and Dooku's mood sobered. "I love you," he said, feeling a lump in his throat, a tightness in his chest.
He saw the tears in Sören's eyes as he replied, "I love you too," reaching up to stroke Dooku's face.
Dooku took Sören's gloved hand and kissed it, then stood up, and pulled Sören up off the ground. Sören wrapped his arms around Dooku's waist and squeezed, and they nuzzled before one last kiss, then getting back into the jeep.
The northern lights continued to electrify the sky on the ride home - driving through the winter landscape as the aurora glowed was a treat in and of itself. When they got back to the fjord and Svalbarðseyri, the view of the northern lights over the small wintry village made Dooku tear up again. The feeling of awe, and having someone to share this with, intensified, and as soon as they made it inside the front door they began quickly shedding their clothing, not able to undress each other quickly enough, kissing feverishly.
Sören ran to the bathroom to prepare himself, and when he came out Dooku was laying on the bed, gently stroking himself. Sören gave him a hungry look and then pounced onto Dooku with a growl, nipping his lower lip before kissing him hard. Dooku laughed into the kiss and kissed Sören back, harder; in the kiss, Dooku rolled Sören onto his back.
Sören looked up at Dooku expectantly, and Dooku leaned in to kiss Sören again and again, and then started to kiss Sören's neck, his cock throbbing at Sören's moans and sighs. He spent a long time licking, suckling and nibbling each of Sören's nipples, going back and forth between them, loving the way they peaked beneath his tongue, the way Sören arched to him, nails digging into his skin, moaning, panting, whimpering. He kissed and licked Sören's chest and stomach, caressed and kissed and licked and nibbled one creamy thigh, tongue-bathed the light dusting of dark hair on Sören's calf, and then, on a whim, kissed Sören's feet. He licked and sucked every single one of Sören's toes, licked the arch of Sören's feet, rubbed them, making Sören moan louder. Then Dooku started his way up the other leg, finding Sören was sensitive behind the knee, his inner thighs were exquisitely sensitive, and his hip as well. At last Dooku lingered at Sören's dark bush, burying his nose in the curls, breathing in his lover's scent. Their eyes met as Dooku took Sören into his mouth, slowly.
There was that gag reflex again, but Dooku managed to relax and suck, eyes riveted on Sören's responses, his own cock throbbing, aching at the feel of Sören's beautiful cock in his mouth, the taste of his musk and precum, and every moan and twitch and gasp and shiver. Gently, Dooku played with Sören's balls, giving a firmer touch when he took Sören's cock out of his mouth and just licked at it, teasingly. When he lowered his head to Sören's balls to lick and suck them, Sören made the most wonderful little whimpers, and it was taking Dooku all of his restraint to not just take Sören right then - he wanted to worship Sören's body as long as possible, to express with his hands and mouth what he could not in words.
Before Dooku could take Sören's cock in his mouth again, Sören panted, "Would you lick my arse?"
Dooku raised his eyebrows.
Even though Dooku's cock had been up there last night, and Dooku had been giving Sören oral pleasure, it had never occurred to Dooku that his tongue could go inside Sören as well. He hesitated for a moment - he knew Sören had spent some time cleaning himself out in the bathroom, but he was still concerned about hygiene. And yet, the heat and need in Sören's eyes made his cock throb again, and a moment later he dipped his tongue into Sören's channel. When his tongue found Sören's prostate he began to rub his tongue the way he'd worked his fingers, and Sören arched his back and howled, clutching Dooku's head.
Sören tasted clean - musky, earthy, but clean. Sweetness and spice. Dooku found himself stroking his own cock as he ate Sören's ass for the first time, aroused by the lewdness of the act, the primal, animal lust that overcame them both, willing to throw aside all dignity and just do whatever felt good. This wasn't like him at all, and yet, it made him feel alive, made him feel hunger for life, all that he'd been missing out on. He'd denied himself the forbidden fruit for so long, and now he wanted the entire damn tree. Tongue-fucking Sören's ass made his cock ache, made him drip precum, especially when Sören got so worked up he started begging to be fucked, like an animal in heat.
Dooku teased him for quite awhile, enjoying himself, even as badly as he ached for release himself. At last Sören grabbed Dooku's head and screamed, "WOULD YOU JUST FUCKING FUCK ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW," and the near-fury in his voice amused and aroused Dooku all at once. Laughing softly, he took a few last teasing licks at Sören's cock - now very, very wet with leaking precum. He made a show of lapping up Sören's precum, savoring the taste of him, before coming up to kiss Sören, letting him taste himself.
With a growl, Sören used the Force to bring over the bottle of lube, poured it all over Dooku's cock, and then poured it over and into his ass. Sören's legs were spread, a pillow underneath him, tilting his hips. Dooku guided the tip of his cock to Sören's opening and began to push in, slowly. Sören gasped at the initial discomfort, then took deep breaths as Dooku pushed past the tight ring, pushing until he was all the way inside.
Their hands met, and squeezed, and then Dooku pulled one of his hands out of Sören's to stroke his face, as he looked into Sören's eyes. "I love you," he said softly.
"Ég elska þig þar til andinn minn fer frá þessum heimi." Sören wrapped his arms around Dooku, and kissed him deeply, and as they kissed, Dooku pulled back, and pushed in again, slowly.
Dooku kept the pace slow for as long as he could. Their foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's breath, they kissed and kissed to the rhythm of slow, sensuous thrusts. Sören's hands roamed over Dooku's back and ass, and sometimes played over Dooku's chest, threading through the chest hair, occasionally stealing to rub and tease a nipple. Dooku kept a hand on Sören's cock, and the other hand caressed every inch of Sören's flesh that he could reach, wanting to memorize Sören's body with his fingers, wanting Sören to feel his love with every touch.
Slowly. Gently. Their hips rolled together, they moaned and sighed together. Dooku never wanted this to end, feeling Sören's silken heat wrapped around him - feeling Sören, himself, welcoming him into the most intimate, vulnerable part of him, trusting him, surrendering to him, as he too was surrendering himself, letting himself come home again and again, letting himself be held in the truest way.
But as much as they both wanted it to last, passion overcame them, lust and desire and pure, raw sexual need. Sören's arms and legs wrapped around Dooku as he began to thrust harder, faster, and Sören bucked against him, matching Dooku's rhythm. Sören whimpered and Dooku grunted and groaned, not able to help himself - it felt too good. Soon Dooku was pounding into him with abandon, and Sören worked his hips and ass back at him, swearing in Icelandic, frantically clawing Dooku's back and ass. Dooku kissed Sören's neck, nibbled on it, and in the final moments they kissed, hard, crying out into the kiss at the sweet friction, the slap of their flesh, the hot, needy fuck that they both desperately craved.
Sören looked almost panicked in his need, gasping, eyes searching Dooku's. Dooku stroked Sören's face again before kissing him, and his hand worked Sören's cock into a frenzy - rattling it - and there was a moment when Sören's mouth flew open and he couldn't make any sound at all, until a wail erupted, as his cock spurted all over Dooku's stomach and chest. The sight and sound of Sören coming - the feel of Sören contracting around him - set off Dooku's own climax, one, two, three thrusts and it was all liquid heat, light, melting into Sören, melting into the Force itself, pleasure cascading like the falls.
For a moment their heartbeats were the center of the universe, and two hearts beat as one, the pleasure across their Force bond so intense that they didn't know where one ended and the other began. Then they came back to themselves, panting, trembling in each other's arms... laughing, an explosion of joy.
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They drove back to Reykjavik the next day, so they wouldn't have to drive or fly there the day of their departure. Sören returned the cabin key to Ari at his yoga studio, and Ari encouraged Sören and Dooku to stay for awhile and take a class. It was Sören's turn to feel ridiculous now, and Sören played it up for laughs, inventing comical poses that weren't traditional at all such as "the bunny rabbit" and "the Batman" and, worst of all, "the flamingo".
Ari took Sören and Dooku out for dinner, and Margrét joined them. The dinner was at a restaurant that served more traditional Icelandic fare - Dooku decided to not be adventurous and order the infamous hákarl, as it was enough to see a sheep's head delivered at a nearby table. He did however concede to drink some Brennivín, enough that he was glad Ari was driving them back to the hotel.
Margrét came along for the ride, and Margrét suggested they all go for a swim in the hotel's heated pool. Dooku felt self-conscious about people seeing his body again, and Margrét snapped, "Listen, if I'm willing to let people see me in a bathing suit, with my original plumbing creating a bulge and all, you can go swimming with us." Dooku conceded, to Sören's delight, and Dooku had enough to drink that he managed to relax in the pool, which felt quite nice after the bitter cold air.
Sören and Margrét proceeded to roughhouse in the pool, splashing each other and then attempting to dunk each other - at one point Margrét dipped underwater when Sören had his back turned, and Sören shrieked as Margrét grabbed his toe and began to tickle his foot underwater, before bobbing up to the surface to spit water in Sören's face like a fish. Ari laughed and rolled his eyes, and Sören swam to hide behind Ari, until Margrét made their cousin get involved in the battle as well, splashing and dunking him. Finally Ari dunked both Sören and Margrét simultaneously, giving a smug smile until Sören and Margrét double-teamed and grabbed Ari's waist and began tickling him.
It got late enough that Margrét panicked a bit, having to get back to the bar. The four changed, and then in the hotel lobby Margrét and Sören clung to each other, crying.
"I'm going to miss you," Sören choked through his tears.
"I always miss you," Margrét said.
Dooku cleared his throat and walked over to them. Margrét took his hand as if to shake it, but Dooku surprised himself and Margrét both by taking his hand out of hers and pulling Margrét in for a hug, holding her tightly. He had no words to express his grief for what she'd gone through, and his admiration for the strong, confident woman she'd become, who served as an inspiration to her younger, sensitive brother. Margrét gave Dooku a bear hug, and then, with a mischievous grin on her face, put Dooku in a headlock and gave him a noogie the way she did to Sören. Sören cackled and got a photo of the event before it was over, which made Dooku death glare, making Sören laugh even harder.
"You know," Dooku said in the elevator going up to their suite, "I could swat your bottom."
"Promises, promises." Sören attempted a lascivious wink and failed, which was oddly adorable.
However, both Dooku and Sören had too much Brennivín - Dooku worried about a hangover the next day, and almost regretted it. They climbed right into bed to cuddle for awhile, enjoying the feeling of being cozy together in each other's arms before they fell asleep.
The morning was spent rushing around doing last-minute packing before heading to the airport. They had an hour after they got to their gate, and Sören had them take a tour to the gift shop, where they bought kitschy tourist gifts for Frankie, Qui, and Obi. Then they had a small breakfast as they waited in the final minutes to board their flight.
Qui called when they had gotten in their seats, and Dooku decided to take the call before it was time to shut off his cell phone for the flight. He confirmed what time they'd been flying in, and spoke to Dragos, who meowed at the sound of his voice.
Dooku and Sören were seated by themselves, though there were people in front and behind them. Sören got nervous flying, and produced a blanket to wrap up and comfort himself with, which Dooku found adorable. He took Sören's hand through takeoff, and once they were in the air, Sören relaxed a bit and leaned in to Dooku.
Dooku attempted to meditate, but he kept being distracted by how sweet and innocent and utterly delectable Sören looked. The call from Qui had reminded him of their first night in Iceland when Qui had asked if Dooku had joined the Mile High Club, and Dooku didn't know what that was.
"Sören?" Dooku asked.
Sören opened his eyes and looked over at Dooku. "Hm?"
Dooku dropped his voice to a whisper. "What's the Mile High Club?"
Sören blinked slowly, then he gave Dooku a naughty grin. Sören unwrapped the blanket from around himself, and spread it over both of them to share it; it was a big blanket and fell past their knees. Dooku felt Sören reach under the blanket, to fumble with his trousers, and gasped as Sören reached into his boxer-briefs. The feel of Sören's hand wrapped around his cock made him go hard instantly.
Soon Dooku followed suit, stroking Sören as Sören stroked him. They nuzzled and kissed, and had to stifle their moans as they worked each other up. At the moment of truth they kissed deeply, coming together. On impulse, Dooku brought his cum-soaked fingers up out of the blanket to Sören's mouth, who sucked his fingers as he looked into Dooku's eyes, and Dooku groaned, not able to help it, feeling another shock wave hit him.
They adjusted their trousers and took a nap together for the remainder of the flight. They were woken up by the notification to put on their seatbelts for landing. Sören peeled back the blankets and discretely wiped any stains with a moist towelette, and then leaned into Dooku's chest to be petted as the plane began to land.
Dooku picked his car up at the parking station. Their first stop was Qui and Obi's house, to retrieve Dragos, who proceeded to meow constantly and headbutt Dooku over and over again. Qui and Obi insisted Dooku and Sören stay for dinner with them, which was welcome being they were back on a later time zone; Qui and Obi enjoyed hearing about Iceland and seeing Sören's pictures - especially the more ridiculous ones involving Dooku - and appreciated the gifts. Dooku also invited them for Christmas, and Qui's response was to pull Dooku out of his seat and give him a big hug, the two men crying together a little, which in turn made Sören and Obi cry, joining them in a group hug, until Dragos and the other cats circled around them, meowing, demanding affection. Once Dooku was seated again, Dragos climbed on Dooku and stood up, paws on Dooku's chest, licking the tears from Dooku's face, making Sören laugh and take another photo. Sören continued laughing as Dooku glared at him, and took more photos. Qui stuck his head in another photo, holding a sign that said WANKER with an arrow pointing at Dooku, making Sören double over.
After the meal, Dooku and Sören brought Dragos in the cat carrier to the car; Dragos meowed plaintively as the car took off, and eventually calmed down, resigned to the trip. Dooku looked at Sören, and Sören looked at him - they could go to Bermondsey or Greenwich.
"Where to?" Dooku asked.
"Can I spend the night with you?" Sören asked.
Dooku nodded, and then he looked down at his steering wheel, and out at the road. He cleared his throat and said, "I'd like you to spend every night with me, from now on... if you want to."
"You mean, us living together?"
Dooku nodded again. His heart raced, feeling nervous about it.
"Wow, that escalated quickly," Sören said.
Dooku's heart sank. No, no, no... He worried that he was going to be rejected now, that Sören would think they were moving too fast...
"But it feels right." At the light, Sören reached in and gave Dooku a quick kiss. "I'd like that, Nico."
"Thank you." Dooku blinked back tears, wanting to pull the car over, leap out of the car, and yell.
They made it inside the foyer to let Dragos out of the carrier, Dooku disappeared into the kitchen to put out food and water for the cat, and then came back into the foyer and they helped each other out of their trousers, with Sören using the Force to take out their bottle of lube, before Dooku picked up Sören - Sören's legs wrapped around his waist - and pushed him up against the foyer wall and took him hard. Sören held onto Dooku for dear life, riding Dooku's cock as Dooku drove into him fast and furious. Soon Sören was trembling so much Dooku feared Sören would fall off, and grabbed Sören more tightly. Kissing, they pounded their way into a scorching, blinding orgasm, the two of them yelling loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and Dooku not caring.
Dooku almost fell over from the power of his climax, but the two of them used the Force to steady each other, and when Dooku regained his equilibrium he threw Sören over his shoulder and carried him back to his bedroom - their bedroom, now - caveman-style. Sören climbed onto the bed, removing the last of his clothing, and got on his hands and knees, sticking his ass out at Dooku. Instinctively, Dooku stripped down and climbed on behind Sören, kneeling behind him, reaching to grab Sören's hair as he pushed into him. He gave a few slow thrusts to tease them both, and then fucked Sören harder this time, as Sören worked his ass against Dooku's hips begging for more, begging to be fucked hard. Dooku let pure animal need take over, loving how completely lost he was in his lust for Sören, the exhilarating feeling of freedom, losing control.
After their second orgasm they were spent, and curled up together, cuddling. Dooku smiled at Sören and pet his curls, his face, his beard, and Sören stroked Dooku's face and whiskers, and they nuzzled and kissed softly. Just before Dooku could fall asleep like that, he got up to make sure Dragos had enough food and water for the night, and then stumbled back into bed - back into warmth, back into the magic cocoon of Sören's arms.
"I can take you to get your things, tomorrow or sometime over the weekend," Dooku said, petting Sören some more.
Sören nodded slowly. "I hope Frankie won't be mad but I think she saw this coming." Sören raised an eyebrow. "It's OK if she comes to visit me here, right?"
Dooku nodded.
"Good." Sören kissed the tip of Dooku's nose. "She's gonna need some reassurance that I'm still a part of her life."
"That's very sweet of you." Dooku sighed happily. "You're a good man, Sören."
"I'm your man."
"Yes, you are." Dooku smiled.
It still felt so strange, but wonderful... just like Sören himself.
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