As far as I'm aware, The Black Rose is a fictional BDSM club, and the other places mentioned in this chapter are real.
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It's their second day in southern California. And if it wasn't for his feelings for Sören, Macalaurë Fëanorion would never voluntarily set foot near Los Angeles again.
Their first day wasn't so bad - they spent the day at the Legoland park near San Diego, where Sören and Anthony indulged the urge to act like big kids and Mark found himself amused at "being the adult" to the reincarnation of his father and uncle.
But today, he has to mask his annoyance with the consumerism of Rodeo Drive, and his discomfort at the Hollywood Walk of Fame - holding back his feelings about society being too obsessed with the private lives of entertainers and those private lives often being too full of excess. He's relieved when the walk is over and they head out to Santa Monica.
Or, relieved for some measure of relief. As much as people go on about how other regions of the US are creepy - like New England, which writers like Lovecraft and King have infused with eldritch horror - Mark thinks no place in America is creepier than southern California. The picturesque beaches and beautiful bodies of the region are an uncanny front for a parasitic void; the almost-always-sunny skies hide a slithering darkness. The Song feels dissonant here and more muffled, choking in the existential despair of people who think the perfect body, fast cars and ostentatious displays of wealth are a substitute for personality and character. Everyone wants their 15 minutes of fame - especially now in the age of social media like Instagram where one can "influence" hundreds of thousands with the click of a button - and yet, Mark knows the vainglory can so easily come to ruins, looking up at the too-bright, too-hot sun glowing like a lost Silmaril.
But Mark tries to make the most of it after they arrive at Palisades Park, taking pleasure in Sören's wonderment at the fig and date palm and stone pine and cypress trees... the serenity of Anthony walking under the trees. Every now and again they stop to watch the sunlight dancing on ocean waves, and Mark smiles fondly as Sören leans on Anthony, and Anthony hugs and pets him. It's so good that they're finally together, and not even the poisonous energy of southern California can diminish Mark's joy and relief that they've found each other again.
From Palisades Park they head to Pacific Park. The amusement park is crowded and noisy, enough that now Sören and Anthony look as uncomfortable as Mark feels, but they still manage to ride the ferris wheel and the rollercoaster and the 20-foot drop tower, and - at Anthony's request - a tilt-a-whirl called Shark Frenzy.
They eat corndogs and watch the sunset on the Santa Monica Pier, where Everclear sings you can watch the world die, and with the way the ocean seems to go on forever it does indeed seem that way. Sören usually loves sunsets, with his artist's eye, but Mark can tell he's overstimulated - and Mark wonders if on a subconscious level Anthony and Sören can pick up the same "disturbance in the Song" he feels. Before Mark can ask Sören if he's OK and if he wants to skip Whiskey a Go Go and just camp the RV for the night, Sören flinches like he's startled, glances around nervously, and then he mutters, "Uh, restroom."
And then Sören darts off in the direction of the nearest men's bathroom on the pier. Anthony and Mark cautiously follow. Now Mark is worried - even though Sören passes, he knows Sören still has anxiety about public bathrooms that aren't single-occupancy because he doesn't want bottom surgery and can't use a stand-to-pee packer for a urinal, so if Sören can't hold it... he hopes Sören isn't sick. He starts to worry about COVID again, and if this trip was the best idea in light of that.
Stop being a mother hen, Mark tells himself. He is a grown adult.
Followed by: So was Fëanor.
Mark sighs, annoyed with himself. He knows logically it's the result of having so many of his family die, and that urge to protect now that he has some of them back, but he also knows that now he's sure beyond any doubt of who Sören is, he's going to be hypervigilant to keep Sören with him as long as he can, and that overdiligence might end up pushing both Sören and Anthony away if he isn't careful.
Mark and Anthony wait by the entrance, looking in every few minutes to make sure Sören hasn't been harassed by a stall. But finally Sören comes out - looking just as perturbed as when he went in.
"Are you OK?" Anthony beats Mark to it, touching Sören's face.
Sören gives a tight smile. "Jæja. Um... would you guys mind if we don't do Whiskey a Go Go tonight?"
"Not at all," Mark blurts out, then flashes Anthony a nervous look, hoping he didn't step on Anthony's toes.
"That's fine with me," Anthony says, putting a reassuring hand on Mark's arm. He tilts his head to one side. "Are you sure you're OK?"
"Just... all keyed up." Sören frowns.
"I get it," Mark says. He gives Sören a quick hug and kisses the top of Sören's head, burying his nose in the silky curls for a moment. I get it more than you know. He looks out at the last fading colors of the sunset, the spreading twilight, the dark waves rolling on and on, and shivers even though it's a warm summer night.
They're camping their RV overnight at Dockweiler Park, beachside and close to the ocean. Back at the RV they wash up, change into T-shirts and boxers, and have a late dinner of fish sticks and tater tots - or "fish fingers and potato crunchies", as Anthony calls them, which gets Anthony and Sören having a mock-argument about whether the phrase "fish sticks" or "fish fingers" is more appropriate. If they can pick on each other that's a good sign and it makes Mark worry somewhat less that Sören is ill or triggered by something random, but after they're done eating Sören is looking pensive and uncomfortable again, despite the soothing sound of the waves in the background.
It's enough that Anthony notices. He starts giving Sören a foot massage. "You still seem keyed up. Are you just overstimulated, or...?"
"It's overstimulation but it's also..." Sören sighs and looks away.
Anthony frowns and Mark braces himself, hoping that Sören isn't having doubts about the relationship.
"Well, out with it." Anthony keeps kneading Sören's foot. "We need to communicate if we're going to make this work with three people, right?"
"Right. That's... the thing."
Now Mark is concerned, but he tries to stay calm, to hear Sören out, whatever it is.
Anthony stops rubbing Sören's foot and leans back, still frowning. Sören exhales and turns to him. He glances over at Mark, who nods for him to go ahead, then Sören looks back at Anthony. "Between Arches and Vegas, I got a message on FetLife."
"What's... FetLife." Mark raises an eyebrow.
"It's like kinky Facebook."
"I thought you didn't do social network sites," Anthony says.
"I don't, but this is different." Sören sighs. "There's some really transphobic stuff on dating sites, and I worry that I'd be taking my life in my hands with a hookup site plus that isn't really my scene anyway, it feels like a meat market. But people in the BDSM community are often more open-minded. So anyway... before Vegas, while we were still in Utah, for the first time in literally years since I set up a FetLife account, I finally got messaged from someone interested in getting to know me better and see where it goes. An older guy, who lives in California, near the Bay Area. He's also trans. We chatted a bit, and the night you guys got married he and I, um." Sören makes a jerking-off gesture.
"OK, I mean, I didn't expect you to be a celibate monk pining for us," Anthony says, and Mark nods.
"Afterward we'd talked about maybe getting together for coffee when we hit the Bay Area. I haven't talked to him since Vegas, but he texted me today to ask when I think we'll be arriving in the Bay Area and if I still want to meet him for coffee."
"When you went to the restroom, that was you reading the text." Anthony frames it as a statement, not a question; Mark thinks Anthony would have made a good lawyer.
Sören nods. "I didn't want to reply to him without asking you guys first and without telling you that, yanno, we had cybersex, because I know that complicates things. And to make things more complicated..." Sören flops back and closes his eyes for a moment, then runs his hand over his face and looks over. When he resumes speaking his accent is heavier, which means emotions are running higher for him. "I want to be with you guys. If you want me to be exclusive with you, I will. But it might be easier to make this work if I wasn't exclusive, because you guys had a long history before I came into the picture and you guys got used to doing things together as a couple and this way you could still get to do that without worrying about whether or not I'll feel left out and..." Sören's voice trails off.
Anthony and Mark lock eyes.
On the one hand, Sören has a good point. On the other hand, if whoever Sören sees on the side is an asshole, that's a problem they have to clean up. There's also the matter of Maglor being not-human - sooner or later they're going to have to tell Sören; Mark's plans for eventual relocation now include Sören as well as Anthony. But a fourth person who either knows or wonders why Sören is leaving, one day...
Mark doesn't want to automatically say no, but he doesn't want to automatically say yes. He gets the feeling Anthony is thinking the same thing.
"Before we make a decision," Anthony says, "can we look at this guy's profile and do a vibe check? I'm not asking to see any private messages or anything -"
"That's fine." Sören nods, gets out his laptop, and after a few minutes he has the profile of RenardArgente420 on-screen. Mark comes over.
The man is definitely older, as Sören says - 58. There's a picture of him on the profile - short silver hair and beard, olive complexion, heavy-lidded dark eyes under thick bushy brows, a patrician nose, high cheekbones, handsome in a severe way. The man describes himself as a daddy dom looking for a younger man to be his boy to spoil and nurture, and that doesn't raise any immediate red flags but they're quickly distracted - there's a gallery of shirtless pics and it's obvious the guy works out and that he's been on T for awhile, with a trim, muscular build and lots of chest hair; there are also faded top surgery scars.
"That's Nicholas," Sören says.
"He's hot," Anthony blurts out.
Mark smiles, and nods agreement. That's one thing he likes about Men - beards and/or chest hair. Sören has the facial hair and Anthony has the body hair, and this gentleman has both. And he finds the silver color alluring.
"I can't exactly blame you for being interested." Then Anthony glances at Mark. "For now I don't think I see the harm in you making a friend and having coffee with him when we hit San Francisco. For anything beyond that, Mark and I... need to talk first."
From the look in Anthony's eye, Mark gets the suspicion Anthony wants to ask about a foursome, and despite his better judgment Mark's cunt twinges as he thinks about the three of them running their fingers through that silver chest hair, licking it...
Mark loudly clears his throat. "Yeah, we definitely need to talk about it some more, but we've got time before we get it up there. I mean, get up there." Mark facepalms at his slip.
Anthony grins.
"Thank you for being cool about it," Sören says. "I was worried you'd get jealous or think I'd done something wrong..."
"Oh, honey." Anthony leans in and kisses the tip of Sören's nose. "I'm glad you told us, OK? We'll figure it out."
"OK." Sören nods, and holds out his arms for a hug.
Anthony pulls Sören close. "Aw, honey, you're so tense." He squeezes Sören and rocks him. Then he flashes Mark that mischievous grin again. "Want to help Sören relax?"
Mark grins back. He comes over, picks Sören up, and carries him to the RV's bedroom, with Sören giggling all the way. Then for the next couple of hours they make slow, sweet, sensual love, taking turns massaging each other, kissing and licking each other all over - and Mark tries not to think about what Nicholas would look like glistening with oil, joining in the fun. What it would feel like to have three tongues on him at once. The sound of four sloppy cunts, fucking...
When they're spent, Sören lays sandwiched between them, drifting off, and just before Mark can doze as well, Anthony says, "Sören?"
"Hm?"
"So um... you said FetLife is for kinky people - I assume the Fet stands for Fetish - and that Nicholas guy is a daddy dom. Are you... a sub?"
Sören nods. "Jæja. I mean, I don't absolutely require that to -"
Anthony puts a finger to his lips. His eyes meet Mark's over Sören's head, and Mark knows what he wants to disclose and nods his permission.
"We're kinky too. Mark's a switch, and I'm a dom so he doesn't really get an outlet for his dom tendencies, but now there's you. We don't scene much mainly because we don't have room for the kind of setup we want to have, but we might move to a bigger place next year - maybe you can live with us, and we might build a proper dungeon."
Sören squeaks with happiness and throws his arms around Anthony. "I'd love to live with you guys. But can we move someplace that lets us have a cat?"
"Of course, honey." Anthony gives Sören a cat. "Why stop at one cat, though?"
Mark hugs both of them, delighted.
"You know, all this time we were friends and we never talked about being kinky," Anthony says.
"Jæja, even with really close friends, that shit is usually TMI," Sören says with a little sigh. "I didn't want to weird you guys out saying 'hey, I want Daddy to tie me up and spank my ass.' Though maybe that might have helped move things along faster with us, who knows."
"Maybe." Anthony frowns, and Mark can feel the regret across their bond - years of pining, not knowing it was mutual.
They snuggle closer, and Sören falls asleep a few moments later; Anthony's breathing slows but Mark can tell he's at least a wee bit awake, still. Thinking.
And after years together - and many more long ago - Mark knows Anthony Hewlett-Johnson often has layers of reasoning behind his questions. He's planning something with that information, and it's not just the future.
Mark finds out sooner rather than later. They get up before Sören does, and after they have coffee, Anthony looks out through the RV windows at the beach in the early morning sun and says, "Take a walk with me."
They throw on shorts and step outside. For a few moments they walk hand-in-hand in the wet sand as the low tide rolls, in companionable silence. Then they stop, Anthony looks around to make sure nobody is within earshot, and he says, "Please don't be mad at me for saying this, but I'm leaning towards telling Sören it's OK with me if he plays with this guy."
Mark looks out at the ocean and thinks of centuries, millennia, wandering the world, singing songs of lament at the waves. He can't exactly be mad at Anthony for wanting Sören to have an additional source of comfort. "I still think we should meet him and get a vibe check on him in-person," Mark says, feeling a little cautious and protective.
"I agree. Actually..." Anthony's cheeks turn pink and he has that mischievous sparkle in his eye again. "So, um. Maybe when we're up there, if we all vibe, we could..."
"...have a foursome."
Anthony looks out at the waves, going from pink to beetroot, and he nods. "It's OK if you say no. But it might be fun."
"He is hot," Mark says. He thinks about those shirtless pics again. He wonders if this Nicholas is hairy all over, and his cunt throbs, answering the "is this a good idea" for him.
"Of course, Sören has to be OK with it, but if he is, I figure if we approach this as a potential package deal - heh, package..." Anthony snickers and Mark does too. "We might have better opportunity to communicate and negotiate around boundaries and whatever comes up."
"OK." Mark nods and puts a hand on Anthony's shoulder. "That sounds reasonable."
"And if this Nicholas guy wants to share our sub..." Anthony cocks his head to one side with a little smirk. "I'd like there to be an understanding."
Mark's eyebrows shoot up and his body warms to the delicious memories of he and Anthony "battling" for dominance. "You want to be the top alpha dom."
Anthony nods, grinning. "That's been one of my fantasies for years, is to challenge an older dominant guy so we can dominate a submissive together but I take the lead. I mean, obviously I can do that with you -"
"Well, I'm older but I know I don't look it." Mark chuckles and now he's the one to glance around, making sure nobody is listening.
"Yeah. Anyway... that's my plan, we ask Sören if he's open to having a foursome with us and Nicholas once we're in the Bay Area. And before then..." Anthony's eyes glitter. "We reach an understanding with Sören about who he belongs to, as well, that he gets to play with his friend but he's still ours." Anthony takes out his phone, pulls up the Internet, and shows Mark a list. "While you were making coffee, I did a little research. There are BDSM clubs in the area. I know you hate LA, but it might make the time more worth it if -"
Mark throws his head back and laughs, tickled at the way Anthony's mind works, and he gives Anthony a kiss.
The next day - their last day in southern California before they begin heading north - they visit the Getty Center, which was something Sören wanted to see even more than Legoland. It pleases Maglor to accompany Fëanor as he views "Irises" by van Gogh for the first time live and in-person, and other famous paintings by Rembrandt, Titian, Pontormo, Gauguin, and Manet. Anthony snaps photos and takes a live-streaming video to send to his daughter.
The Central Garden is itself a work of art, with a maze of azaleas floating in a pool, and different varieties of plants surrounding the pool. Anthony's face lights up as he walks through, stopping every few paces to admire the blooms and foliage.
For lunch they go to Garden Tea on the terrace where they enjoy freshly brewed tea with a basket of scones, grilled vegetable panini, curry chicken salad, proscuitto with Brie, and strawberry macarons. Sören's lack of table manners as he eats the artisan foods reminds Maglor of Fëanor at royal banquets long ago, Finwë glaring at his eldest's disregard for decorum. Mark smiles at Sören fondly, and Sören smiles back, attempts a wink that's more of a clumsy blink, and starts playing footsie with him under the table.
The Getty is an all-day affair; it's late afternoon when they leave. Anthony checks the time on his phone. "We could try to get into Disneyland for a few hours, or we could... do something even more fun." He gives Sören a pointed look.
"Jæja?" Sören's eyebrows shoot up.
Anthony smirks at Mark, then he says, "There's a place in West Hollywood called The Black Rose. It's a BDSM club for LGBT people. They have dungeon rooms we can rent for a few hours."
Sören jumps up and down clapping his hands, which makes Mark laugh. He moves in closer and affectionately tousles Sören's hair, and when nobody is looking, he swats Sören's ass.
On the way there, Anthony takes the opportunity to present his case to Sören. "Mark and I talked this morning while you were sleeping and we'd like to run something by you. If we go with you to meet Nicholas and we all agree, how do you feel about a foursome?"
"Oh, wow." Sören grins and starts laughing. "Wow. That would be hot."
"OK. So if you don't want to leave him hanging with that text, let him know we'd like to meet him too and maybe... all have some fun together."
Sören fires off a text.
The Black Rose has a small shop for leather gear and various toys and BDSM implements, and they spend some time there first, trying things on, and they end up splurging on chest harnesses and crotchless leather pants for Mark and Anthony, and a slave costume for Sören with a strappier leather harness than theirs, that criss-crosses down and connects to a leather thong. Anthony also buys an O-ring black leather collar and matching leash for Sören, and walks him on the leash to the dungeon suite - with all of them wearing the gear they just bought.
"We should pick out a safeword," Anthony says. "Because there's a difference between 'don't stop' and 'don't, comma, stop'."
"Fish fingers," Sören says with a smirk.
Anthony stops in his tracks, smacks Sören's ass hard, and Sören moans, then giggles, and Anthony shakes with silent laughter, his eyes smiling even though he gives Sören a look of mock-exasperation.
"You're a brat," Anthony says, not unkindly.
"Takk." Sören wiggles his ass.
Mark smiles to himself, reflecting on how Fëanor was much the same way.
Once they're in the dungeon, Anthony says, "If you're going to play around, you're going to earn it, and we're going to leave evidence all over you of who you belong to."
Sören shivers and bites his lip. Then he gives them a cheeky grin. "Jæja, what are you waiting for?"
"Oh, are we a little slut?" Anthony grins back. He tugs on the leash and marches Sören over to the rack of riding crops, floggers, canes and whips.
Sören picks out a riding crop and a flogger for his first time, and agrees to ten barehanded spankings and ten lashes with each implement. Sören tries to negotiate twenty, but Anthony says, "You're new to this and I hit hard."
"He does," Mark affirms, thinking of the play party they went to in Boston where Anthony flogged him and he was sore for days even though the constitution of Eldar is much stronger than Men. But then, Finarfin had been like that too - deceptively gentle on the surface, a real beast behind closed doors, and Maglor had loved it. Missed it, craved it. His cunt twinges now, a frisson through him at the anticipation of seeing Anthony in his glory.
Sören bends over the spanking horse and shakes his ass again, making Mark laugh - then his breath hitches as Anthony gives Sören's ass a slap and Sören moans.
Anthony smacks the other ass cheek and Mark's cunt throbs again, watching Sören shudder and hearing him moan louder this time. Then Anthony gestures for Mark to come over and it's his turn to administer two firm ass slaps. It's been a long, long time since Mark has dominated anyone and he feels the rush at the way Sören whimpers and trembles; he can smell Sören's arousal and it makes him burn with lust.
Anthony spanks Sören's left ass cheek, then his right, then Mark takes his turn, cunt dripping as Sören cries out. Anthony and Mark kiss before Anthony takes the last turn, hand cracking down on Sören's ass with all of his might, giving that smug little smile as he watches the redness spread across the inviting globes.
They let Sören rest there for a minute, catching his breath, then Anthony pulls Sören up on the leash, kisses him and rubs his ass, making Sören whimper into the kiss. Anthony walks Sören over to the St. Andrew's cross, and has Sören face the wall. Mark and Anthony shackle Sören's wrists and ankles together, then share another kiss.
"Would you like to go back and forth with the crop and the flogger, or would you like to do the crop and I do the flogger?" Anthony asks.
"Decisions, decisions." Mark strokes his chin.
But it doesn't take long. He's itching to wreck Sören, who's panting and already trying to rub himself against the St. Andrew's cross, though he can't do much with the shackles restraining his motions. "Can I have the crop?" Mark asks.
Anthony nods and hands it over. Mark kisses his hand before he takes the crop, a show that Anthony is still the one in charge.
If Sören had been facing them, and naked, Mark would want to whip his nipples and cock with the crop - maybe even with those pierced nipples in clamps, remembering how it felt when Anthony did that to him at a play party. But since Sören's back is to them, Mark decides that lovely, pert ass needs more punishment.
So Mark brings it, the crop going back and forth between Sören's ass cheeks, riding that high as Sören falls apart, seething, gasping, squeaking, whining, quivering. Every few strokes Mark takes a pause to tease him, letting his fingers walk up and brush down Sören's sensitive spine, then groping and rubbing an ass cheek, kissing and licking the back of his neck. "You love this, don't you, slut?" Mark purrs.
Sören nods. Mark tilts Sören's head to his, gives him a deep, passionate kiss, and then his fingers are in Sören's mouth and Sören sucks on them with that blissful look on his face - a look Mark is very familiar with, having seen it on his own face when he's played with Anthony this way in front of a mirror. With Mark's other hand, he brings the crop down on Sören's ass again and Sören whimpers around Mark's fingers, shivering with pleasure-pain. Mark also shivers, remembering what the kiss of the crop felt like, stinging across his own flesh months ago. He glances over at Anthony and tries not to snicker as he watches Anthony lazily touching himself, enjoying the show.
Mark finishes the job of ten lashes and when he's done he rubs Sören's poor welted ass, tenderly nuzzling and sensually kissing Sören's neck. "Good boy," Mark whispers. "That's our good slut."
"Fuck..." Sören shudders again, and gives a little sob as he looks over his shoulder. "You're fucking good."
Mark smiles, kisses the tip of Sören's nose, and tousles his curls. "I learned from the best."
Anthony comes over and they kiss while Sören watches, making Sören moan appreciatively as they kiss open-mouthed, tongues teasing. Then Anthony takes the crop from Mark, smacks Mark's ass with it, and then delivers a swat on Mark's pussy, stinging through the leather pants. Mark almost comes untouched, clinging to Anthony to not fall over as his knees buckle.
"He's a slut too," Anthony informs Sören, who grins and giggles, and then it's Anthony's turn to kiss Sören, both men groaning into the fierce, hungry kiss. Anthony pulls back, breathing harder, eyes glittering as he lovingly strokes Sören's face. "You ready for more, or do you need a minute?"
"Mmmm, let me have it, Daddy."
"That's a good slut." Anthony kisses him again, then he positions himself behind Sören, readies himself with a few deep breaths, eyes closed like he's meditating, and then the flogger thuds Sören's back. Sören yelps and Anthony growls.
Anthony strikes again, and Mark's cunt throbs, remembering exactly what that feels like - the deep thump that feels like it's drumming his bones, the cracking sting with searing, seething heat. Now Mark's the one to touch himself as he watches Anthony's masterful strokes, the calm in the eye of the storm of Sören's passion, Sören looking over his shoulder at Mark with agony and ecstasy on his face as Anthony hits, pauses, hits again, at Sören's back and ass, putting all his strength and power into it.
By the time Sören's had ten his breath is ragged and his eyes are glazed over and he's smiling like he's high. Anthony and Mark unshackle him, and they spend a moment holding him together, petting and rocking him, raining kisses over his face and telling Sören what a good boy he is.
Then Anthony's fingers slip into Sören's leather thong and Sören moans, "Daddy." Anthony answers with an "mmmm" and kisses Sören's neck.
"You are so fucking wet," Anthony breathes, then he turns to Mark with that smug look on his face, pulls his hand away from Sören's cunt, and brings his slick fingers to Mark's lips. Mark sucks on them, savoring the taste of Sören's juices, and Sören begs, "Oh fuck, please, fuck me..."
There are two structures in the dungeon suite they can potentially have sex on. One is a bed with a frame specially designed for bondage - the canopy for suspension, but that's not for beginners like Sören - and to Mark's surprise and relief, the sheets and pillows on the bed look freshly laundered; Mark assumes they clean the suite between uses. The other surface is a raised mat on the floor, several feet away from the foot of the bed. The mat also looks clean enough, so Mark hopes.
Anthony unbuckles Sören's thong from the harness, letting it fall to the floor, and he takes a moment to slowly rub Sören's bare pussy, kissing him, until Sören is rocking his hips to fuck himself on Anthony's fingers, panting. Then Anthony has Sören lay on his his stomach on the bed, to avoid aggravating his sore ass - his one courtesy. Mark watches as Anthony ties Sören's wrists and ankles to the bed, then Anthony turns on a vibrator, shoves it in Sören's creaming cunt, and tackles Mark onto the mat.
"Whichever one of us comes last, gets to fuck him," Anthony says. He looks over at Sören. "And you better not come without permission, slut."
"Deal," Mark says, and leans up to kiss him.
They kiss passionately and begin rubbing against each other. They're both so hard and wet, and they get sloppier, making those delicious squishing sounds as their cocks find that rhythm, cock fuck-fighting cock, two men challenging each other for conquest, dominance. Sören whimpers as he watches them, all tied up and helpless with the vibrator buzzing away, forbidden to come until Anthony says so. Knowing Sören is going crazy with lust watching them makes it even hotter to Mark, putting on a show as he and Anthony rut together in animalistic heat, one rolling atop the other, cunts smacking together as they kiss, tongues licking, hands caressing each other's bodies.
They try to make it last - Mark can't get enough of feeling Anthony's cock rubbing his back and forth, up and down, teasing it, going deeper into pleasure and excitement. But soon they're clinging to each other, shaking and panting, Anthony's eyes feverish as he grinds desperately, their hips bucking. Mark is almost convinced that Anthony is going to lose that iron control and come -
- and then Anthony leans in and seizes a nipple with his teeth, and Mark climaxes, crying out as his body gives in. Anthony's eyes lock with his and Anthony gives him a wolfish grin before he sucks Mark's nipple hard, tugging on it with his lips, the nipple pleasure intensifying Mark's pulsing contractions. Mark gasps as he clutches Anthony's head, throwing his own head back. As he bares his throat, Anthony licks up Mark's neck and nibbles it with a growl that makes Mark throb again, gushing.
Sören whines and gives a strangled sob.
"You had better not be coming, slut," Anthony says, looking over at Sören with a stern expression on his face.
"No, Daddy, but please... please, I need to come so bad..."
"You're in luck. So do I." Anthony kisses Mark and then he gets up. Mark's breath catches at Anthony's proudly erect nub jutting out, slick and dripping. He lays there and watches Anthony get on the bed, kneeling behind Sören. Anthony pulls out the vibe, turns it off, and gestures for Mark to come over.
Mark feels like his entire body is made of jelly, but he comes over and Anthony makes Mark suck on the vibe, gliding in and out of his mouth like he's sucking a cock, cleaning off Sören's juices. That gets him going again, and he starts playing with himself as he watches Anthony take Sören from behind, pushing his two inches into Sören's dripping cunt. Sören and Anthony cry out together as their bodies join as one flesh, and Mark moans with them, thinking it's one of the most beautiful, erotic things he's ever seen.
"Oh, Daddy!" Sören bites his lip and whimpers. "Daddy, Daddy... oh Daddy, give me that hot fucking cock..."
"Fuck, I've wanted this for so long." Their hips smack together as Anthony speeds up his thrusts. He grunts and slips a hand under Sören to play with him as his cock works in and out of Sören's juicy cunt, making filthy wet squelching sounds. Mark strums his own cock, heart pounding with excitement as he watches Anthony fuck Sören, claiming him again and again.
"Daddy... Daddy..." Sören manages to work his hips with his restraint-limited range of motion, grinding on Anthony's fingers, fucking himself on Anthony's cock. "More, Daddy, more, your cock is so good..."
"Oh, baby, you're such a good fuckslut for Daddy."
"Yes, Daddy, more..."
Mark is pawing himself furiously now, hearing his breath in shaky gasps, going out of his mind with lust at the sight of Anthony's cock sliding in and out of Sören, Anthony's gorgeous body in motion, his hair rumpled, that almost-angry look of intense determination on his face as he thrusts, Sören moaning in bliss.
Just before Mark can make himself come, his eyes meet Anthony's and then Anthony says, "I think you should make our slut suck your cock and earn his orgasm."
Mark gets in front of Sören at the foot of the bed and turns his body slightly so Anthony can watch as Sören greedily takes Mark's aching, hard nub in his mouth. Mark pulls on Sören's curls, loving the feel of those lush lips on him, and the way Sören's moans and whimpers get louder and more urgent with the cock in his mouth - Mark knows Sören loves being taken and used like this, just like when he was Fëanor.
Mark gets closer, closer. Sören's mouth is suctioning him and it feels incredible. He never wants Sören to stop, but he can tell from the way Anthony is breathing that Anthony can't hold back much longer; Sören needs to get to come. So Mark lets go, climaxing a second time, crying out louder than before, his cock twitching in Sören's mouth. Sören makes a high-pitched sound as he feels Mark throbbing, and Anthony rasps, "Come, baby. Come for Daddy."
Sören lets Mark's cock slip from his mouth and calls out, "Daddy, Pabbi, Daddy, Daddy!" as his skin flushes pink and his body trembles. Anthony gives one last thrust and then a wordless cry, doubling over, gasping, his own cheeks flushed as his face lights up with euphoria. Mark sighs, contracting again.
Anthony and Mark untie Sören and cuddle him for awhile, then it's time to change back into street clothes, check out, and head to the RV for the night. Once they're back at the RV, Anthony and Mark do aftercare, putting salve on Sören's back and ass, then Anthony goes into "dad mode" and makes Sören comfort foods - dino-shaped chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes - and does the "airplane" to feed him, which melts Mark's heart. Then they snuggle again, and Sören looks as happy as Mark has ever seen him.
"That was so much fun, you guys," Sören says. "We so need a dungeon room when we're, ah, living together."
"We do. We can take you to kink events in the Boston area too," Anthony says.
Then Sören's phone chimes and Mark knows without being told it's Nicholas, texting him back. Mark gets up, goes over to the kitchenette counter where Sören's phone is on its charger, and hands Sören's phone to him. Mark keeps a polite distance and Anthony looks away to watch Mark getting them some drinks from the kitchenette fridge.
"Holy shit," Sören says.
"What?" Anthony's eyebrows go up. "He's not taking the offer badly, is he?"
"No. The opposite." Sören takes a deep breath. He passes his phone over for Anthony to see. When Mark comes back with a tray of raspberry ginger ale, Anthony lets out a low whistle.
Anthony looks up at Mark. "This guy Nicholas runs a bed and breakfast on a small hobbyist pot farm in Sonoma, which is about an hour and a half away from San Francisco, and he's offering to let us stay there for free while we're in the Bay Area."
"There's treehouses," Sören says, and once Mark is seated, he trades Sören a glass of raspberry ginger ale for the cell phone where Nicholas has provided an image of the treehouses on the property.
"Looks very Elven," Mark muses aloud, then catches himself - he knows that remark isn't suspicious in and of itself, but he still needs to be careful until he's out to Sören. He hands the phone back.
"If we're all fine with it, I think that's a nice change of pace from van life." Anthony rubs the back of his neck. "It's going to be a long way to Alaska, and all."
"Sounds good to me," Mark says, and Sören nods.
Later when Sören is sandwiched between them, Mark looks out the window at the ocean, reflects on those very Elven treehouses, and the coincidence of how this all conveniently fell together... and feels his senses tingling. He doesn't want to read too much into it, or get his hopes up, but he's wondering what that visit to the Bay Area will bring.