"You holding up OK?" Yeyette glanced over.
"Mmmmfff." Sören shifted uncomfortably in the passenger's seat.
Sören was coming back from his very first root canal. Since he didn't drive and all of his partners worked outside the home - Sören himself was a remote worker, data entry with flexible hours - his best friend Yeyette had offered to take him to the appointment and hang around for moral support. The root canal wasn't as scary as people usually thought, but it wasn't exactly pleasant either. At least it was over and done, and now it was the weekend. Yeyette turned onto the street where Sören and his partners lived just in time to see Anthony's grey Prius pull in the driveway of the charming soft green cottage - Anthony got off work early on Fridays for Shabbat. When Anthony got out he recognized Yeyette's teal-green Volvo and raised a hand in greeting.
Even as achy and exhausted as Sören was, he couldn't help but feel that surge of lust at the sight of Anthony in his light blue medical scrubs, showing off strong, hairy arms, clinging to his muscular beginning-dad-bod frame all the right ways.
Yeyette got Sören's messenger bag and helped him out of the car. After she walked him over, where Anthony was waiting, she gave Sören a quick hug and tousled his curls, then told Anthony, "Take good care of him, now."
"He'll be in good hands." Anthony winked. "And thank you, milady, for getting him there and back in one piece. Would you like to stay for tea?"
"My cats are probably losing their minds so I should get back," Yeyette said with an apologetic smile.
"Very understandable." Anthony nodded. As if on cue, Shmuel the grey tabby began yowling from the window, complaining that his people were out there and not inside yet. Anthony shook his head and Yeyette chuckled.
Yeyette gave Sören another hug. "Hope you feel better soon."
"Thank you so much for everything." Sören squeezed her back. "Get home safe."
Anthony took the messenger bag from Yeyette, put an arm around Sören, and led him inside. Shmuel ran right up to them in the foyer, tail in the air, with an excited "PRRP!" then the minute he scented weird new smells he made an annoyed "frrf" and stalked off.
"Oh, Shmoo." Anthony rolled his eyes, chuckling.
Solly, their elderly brown tabby, and Snúður the tuxedo cat were circling in the kitchen, meowing for food. Anthony washed his hands and then he opened up two cans of cat food and dished them out. Now it was Snúður's turn to walk away like he was offended, wanting different food. Solly began to eat and Shmuel walked in to sniff the new food and join in the feasting.
"How did it go?" Anthony asked, tilting his head to one side.
Sören took a cue from Shmuel. "Frrf."
Anthony laughed softly, booped Sören's nose and gave it a kiss. "Poor baby. Well, it's done, and I'm proud of you for going."
Despite Sören's pain and a mouthful of gauze, he managed "Hi Proud Of You For Going -"
Anthony gave Sören's ass a firm swat, then rubbed it. Sören's cunt throbbed at Anthony's touch. He leaned on Anthony, breathing in the woodsy musk of his cologne - a welcome change after the medicinal smells in the dentist's office - and then Sören said, "Thank you for making me go." Despite being partnered to a veterinarian, Sören had an aversion to medical appointments - he'd been gaslit by doctors about his horrible menstrual cycles being "normal" pre-transition, he'd been gaslit about his hypermobility and wasn't properly evaluated and diagnosed until his twenties, he'd had an uphill battle with his transition and encountered transphobia at routine medical appointments post-transition... and there was a side of PTSD from when his aunt Katrín, who raised him, used to throw tantrums of verbal abuse, and sometimes physical, about the great inconvenience of taking him to appointments, so every single appointment was an unpleasant, triggering reminder of her abuse. It had taken Sören a long time to get through his head that his life mattered and he wasn't a horrible burden to everyone around him.
"I would apologize for nagging you, but I didn't want it to get worse." Anthony frowned. "My father's teeth caused him quite a lot of agony, which is why my parents made sure I had private dental care and got on my case about good hygiene practices. And that's why I make sure you go to the dentist when you need to."
"You have the nicest teeth I've ever seen on a British guy," Sören quipped.
Anthony groaned and guffawed. "You're such a brat."
"Takk."
"Well, it's nice to see you in somewhat good spirits after the ordeal." Not only had Sören been in a bit of pain before the dental work, but the dental work had been postponed due to Sören spraining his ankle the day before the scheduled appointment - yet another hypermobile episode. Sören was most of the way recovered from the sprain but the fear of re-injury when the pain necessitated an emergency appointment had caused no shortage of anxiety. Anthony frowned again and pulled Sören close. "I don't like to see my baby in pain."
"Unless you're the one inflicting it." Sören warmed to the delicious memories of being taken over his lover's knee and spanked soundly... a good flogging here and there...
Anthony snickered. "That's different. Here, why don't you go make yourself comfortable and sit down and I'll make you a smoothie?"
"OK."
Sören walked to the bedroom and got into a T-shirt and pajama pants - he could shower tomorrow, he'd had a long day - and after he went into the living room and flopped on the couch, Shmuel climbed onto him and began purring hard, giving him headbutts, rubbing noses. Shmuel put his front paws on Sören's shoulder as Sören held him, soothed by the deep rumbly purr. "I missed you too."
Anthony smiled fondly as he walked over with a tall glass of creamy liquid. "Here, sweetheart."
"Thank you, Daddy."
Anthony walked into the kitchen and Sören stared at his ass in the thin fabric of the scrubs, a work of art if there ever was one. Then a moment later Anthony was back with tea for himself. He took a seat beside Sören and for a few minutes Sören just leaned on him, drinking his banana-pineapple-mango-carrot smoothie, trying to decompress mentally.
At last Anthony broke the silence, ever the professional even though he was off work till Sunday. "I take it you have meds?"
"The office is calling them into the pharmacy. I texted Mark to grab them while he's picking up Nicholas at the university. I didn't want to make you go out on Shabbos -"
"Well, it's not Shabbos yet and in any case, I would have gotten them for you because pikuach nefesh."
Sören smiled into his drink, even though it hurt a little to smile. "Pikachu Nefertiti to you too."
Anthony cackled. "I love you, you know."
"I love you too."
Anthony put on music - a jazz playlist - and they continued to cuddle on the couch, drinking and relaxing. When Sören was finished with his smoothie Anthony held him close and pet him, rubbing Sören's back, stroking his curls, soothing him with touch. It wasn't long before Sören started to doze, not quite asleep but not entirely awake. He was roused by Anthony poking him.
"Here, why don't I get you tucked in for a nap, and I'll wake you up when Mark and Nicholas are back with your meds and dinner's ready, OK?" Anthony booped Sören's nose.
Sören nodded groggily. Anthony led him down to the bedroom, and once Sören climbed in bed, Anthony pulled sheets and blankets over him, then handed Sören his blue stuffed bunny, Bláberja. "Have a good nap, love," Anthony said, giving Sören a kiss on the cheek and some pats before he went off. Sören hugged the bunny and then he heard purring and reached out to pet Snúður, Solly, and Shmuel, who had gathered, knowing Sören was unwell and needed comfort. Shmuel sat on the pillow beside him, keeping vigil, Solly snuggled next to him with her front paws on Sören's arm, and Snúður kneaded Sören's back.
Rain began to fall, and the sound of purrs and rain lulled him to sleep.
Sören woke up a little over three hours later, feeling like he'd been punched in the face. The local anesthetic had worn off. Reflexively he sat up and held his throbbing cheek with a cry.
Anthony heard him and came right in. "Oh, honey."
"Meds?"
Anthony sighed. He sat beside Sören on the bed - he was also now in a T-shirt and pajama pants - and he held Sören close, rocking him. "So Mark got to the pharmacy twenty minutes ago and your meds haven't been called in yet."
"What."
Anthony nodded. "Mark just got on the phone with your dentist's office and went full Karen, so hopefully in a couple hours the prescription will be ready."
Sören snorted, then immediately regretted it as his face twinged, but the thought of Macalaurë Fëanorion using the power of his voice to raise hell with a dentist's office amused him.
Then Sören broke down crying, both in pain and as all the anxiety he'd been suppressing to get through the procedure caught up with him, feeling the sickening crash in adrenaline. Anthony's arms tightened around him and Anthony kissed his tears. "I know, sweetheart. I know, baby. I'm so sorry."
"Daddy, it hurts." Sören sobbed into Anthony's shoulder.
Anthony pet Sören's curls, rubbed his back, then he gently tilted Sören's chin up and looked him in the eye, green eyes kind and sympathetic. "Would you like me to give you some... natural pain relief, in the meantime?" Anthony's eyes crinkled at the corners, crow's feet deepening, as he gave Sören a naughty smirk. "Of course you don't have to, I'll completely understand if you're not up for it..."
Sören giggled, then winced at the flash of pain. He nodded. "OK. Just not anything strenuous, I think I need to take it easy -"
"Oh, absolutely." Anthony kissed the tip of Sören's nose. "This is all for you, pumpkin."
Anthony and Sören got up and undressed. Sören couldn't use his mouth to kiss right now, but Anthony rained kisses over Sören's face, then began to kiss Sören's neck, knowing how sensitive he was there. Sören groaned, a frisson down his spine. As he ran his hands over Anthony's body, enjoying the feel of the greying dark pelt on his chest and the hairy arms, Anthony slowly rubbed the head of his cock against Sören's clit, caressing, teasing. Sören shivered, cunt throbbing with need. Anthony led Sören back to the bed, continuing to kiss Sören's neck and shoulder, cock brushing clit with each step.
"Here baby, let Daddy rub your back," Anthony purred.
Sören rolled onto his stomach and Anthony climbed over him. Anthony got to work, kneading and rolling Sören's shoulders and back, kissing here and there, melting away the tension, soothing and arousing. As Anthony's hands went lower, he licked a trail down Sören's spine, making Sören moan and grip the pillows, cunt dripping, clit stiffening and aching. Anthony rubbed and squeezed Sören's ass cheeks, then massaged Sören's left thigh and calf, releasing more tension, and sending more sizzling pleasure through his body as his fingers traced slow paths up and down. Anthony did the same with the right side, and Sören whimpered into the pillows, dripping again.
Anthony rubbed Sören's feet, making tender noises as he pressed out the tension there. He gave a little tickle, and Sören giggled, then Sören winced with a sob of pain - it hurt to laugh. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry." Anthony patted Sören's ass. "Here, roll over and let your doctor fix it by kissing you better."
"OK."
Sören lay back against the pillows. Anthony's hands slid over the front of him in slow, languid circles. As Anthony's hands roamed, he rubbed his hard cock against Sören's thigh and kissed, licked and nibbled Sören's neck, lapped and suckled at one pierced nipple, then the other, back and forth until Sören was quivering and panting. Anthony moved down and kissed and licked Sören's sensitive stomach, then along his left side, hip and thigh, behind the knee, and up the right knee, thigh, hip and side. "Such a good boy for Daddy today," Anthony husked. He licked a trail down Sören's stomach and rubbed his nose in Sören's dark curly bush, breathing in the scent of his arousal. "Such a good, good boy for Daddy. Daddy's brave boy, so proud of you."
Sören reached down to touch Anthony's face, heart soaring at those words, feeling so loved, and so grateful to be loved.
Anthony's finger stroked the length of Sören's hard clit, standing at attention, and it twitched in response. Anthony smiled at it. "My, what do we have here." Then Anthony's finger slipped inside Sören - one finger, then two, working in and out, making squishing noises. Sören groaned and bucked his hips as Anthony found that spot inside him. "Mmmm, so wet already." Anthony pulled his fingers out, slick with Sören's juices, and sucked them. Sören moaned, clit twitching again as he watched Anthony savoring the taste of him, licking his lips.
Anthony moved closer and took a long, slow lick at Sören's clit, then another, then another. Sören whimpered, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. "Daddy..."
"You like that, baby?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Anthony continued licking ever so slowly, driving Sören wild with sensation. After several more licks Anthony took Sören's clit in his mouth, sucking on it like a cock, head moving back and forth, gliding in and out. Sören was a quivering, panting wreck, losing himself in pleasure, especially when Anthony put two fingers inside him again, stroking his inner walls and that sweet spot. "Mmmmm," Anthony hummed with his mouth full. He took a lick, then another. "My good boy. My good, good boy."
"Oh, Daddy..."
Anthony sucked on Sören's clit harder, faster, almost overwhelming in its intensity. The pain was almost gone as Sören got ever closer to release, desperate for it yet never wanting him to stop. When Anthony sensed Sören was almost there, he stopped sucking and began lashing with his tongue, keeping Sören's orgasm just out of reach, teasing. Anthony sucked on it again and when Sören was back on that edge, making feral noises, Anthony licked, a wicked look in his eyes, knowing just how he was making Sören crazy.
Just before Sören could climax on Anthony's tongue, Anthony stopped. He slid up a little, and once again began to rub the head of his cock against Sören's clit. Sören almost came at the sight of Anthony's precum and his own cream making streamers. After some delicious, sensual rubbing that brought Sören ever closer, Anthony got next to him. Anthony rolled Sören against him, his hairy chest to Sören's back, his hard cock nestled in the crack of Sören's ass. Anthony kept his right arm around Sören and his left hand reached down and began playing with Sören's clit - rubbing it in circles, then taking it between his fingers and pinching it slightly as he worked his fingers back and forth... kissing and licking Sören's neck and shoulders. "That's my good boy," Anthony whispered between kisses. "You've been such a good boy for Daddy today."
As good as the oral pleasure had been, there was something about Anthony holding him and making love to him like this, that was exactly what Sören needed right now. Especially when Anthony's arm tightened around him and he husked, "You're safe in Daddy's arms, baby. It will all be better soon. Daddy's got you. Daddy's taking care of you, sweet boy."
Tears came to Sören's eyes, with a fierce, tight ache in his chest - a balm for his soul after years of abuse and neglect from his guardians. He loved Anthony so much, and he deeply felt that love in return, flowing through him like healing light.
"My good, good boy." Anthony nibbled Sören's neck, and Sören moaned. "Daddy's going to make you feel so good..."
"Please, Daddy." Sören bit his lip and whimpered.
Anthony's hand sped up, and finally Anthony took Sören's clit between his thumb and finger, jerking it up and down like a cock. Sören felt the tension coiling in his thighs and stomach, almost there, but wanting Anthony to keep going, each stroke more and more delicious.
"Good boy." Anthony kissed the back of Sören's neck, an especially hot spot. "Daddy loves you, you're safe, everything's going to be all right, Daddy's going to make it better..."
"Fuck, Daddy, I need to come."
"Yes, baby boy." Anthony continued kissing along the back of Sören's neck, all the way to his shoulder, and then back across. "Daddy wants you to come, baby. Come for Daddy, sweetheart. Come for Daddy -"
And there it was. Sören let out a wordless wail as he climaxed, clit pulsating, the contractions deep and powerful, making his toes curl, the euphoria spiraling through his spine and out into his entire body. Anthony groaned as he felt Sören's contractions, and then he wrapped both arms around Sören, nuzzling his neck, rocking him a little, holding him tight. "Good boy. Such a good boy. Daddy's good boy."
Tears spilled down Sören's cheeks, the pain completely gone for that moment of peace, weightless.
Anthony continued holding Sören tight for a few minutes, giving him that space to rest and enjoy the first relief he'd had in days. When Anthony let go, Sören rolled to face him, and Anthony kissed his tears and rubbed noses with him. Then Sören felt Anthony's hard cock pulsing against his thigh and looked down.
As Sören watched, Anthony took himself in hand. He was already pretty close, his cock slick with precum, flushed a deep pink with the veins more prominent. Anthony stroked himself furiously and a couple minutes later, when he was shivering and breathing harder, Sören knew he was going to come. Their eyes locked. "You're so beautiful," Anthony rasped, and then he let go, shooting, spilling his seed over Sören's torso. Sören basked in it like it was the warmth of the sun, feeling adored. Sören stuck out his tongue and Anthony aimed - most of the cream got on Sören's face but there was a bit of saltiness on his tongue, and Sören savored it, feeling satisfaction that Anthony had been so turned on by him, even as unsexy as he felt from being a nervous, pain-addled mess for days.
Anthony climbed over him. "You have cum on your nose."
"I know."
Anthony licked it off and Sören giggled. Then they kissed on the lips - it was all they could do for now - and it was Sören's turn to hold him, enjoying the weight of Anthony on him, the warm fur like a giant teddy bear. Anthony snuggled into Sören's shoulder and sighed with contentment, and Sören sighed too, flexing his toes.
Eventually they got their pajamas back on and Anthony came in to bring him his meds and some food - mashed potatoes and cottage cheese, since Sören could only eat soft food for a few days. Anthony sat with him and fed him, doing the airplane with the spoon - Sören was perfectly capable of feeding himself, but the tender loving care helped Sören continue to decompress after the stressful day.
When Sören was done eating, Anthony held him again. "Thank you for taking care of me today," Sören said.
"Thank you for taking care of yourself." Their eyes met. "Infections are serious shit, I don't want to lose you." Sören could almost hear the unvoiced again at the end of that sentence, a reminder of the life they'd shared eons ago.
"I could be better about it. I should probably stop drinking diet soda to self-medicate the ADD and switch to green tea or something."
Anthony nodded. "Carbonation - even in sparkling water - is very bad for your teeth and gums. I know you have abuse trauma with authority figures so I haven't wanted to tell you what to do and boss you around -"
"Well, I kind of like it when you boss me around." Sören looked off to the side.
Anthony's face lit up and he laughed, and gave Sören's ass a playful smack, then a squeeze. "So what, you want me to boss you around about your teeth like this is Fifty Shades of Tooth Decay?"
Now it was Sören's turn to laugh, even though it still hurt a bit to do so. He kissed Anthony's cheek. "We could have fun with it, especially if you reward me."
"You'll get spoilt, but I like spoiling you." Anthony kissed the tip of Sören's nose.