Sören undid the belt of Mark's robe. He was wearing nothing underneath, and Sören let out a little gasp at the sight of Mark's cock, proudly erect, long and thick, leaking so much precum the entire shaft was glistening with it. Sören licked his lips as he watched another large drop of precum drip from the head down the shaft. Not able to help himself, he got between Mark's legs and chased the drop with his tongue before taking Mark's cock into his mouth, as much as he could. Sören had not sucked a cock since Seth, and Mark was bigger than Seth - Mark was probably bigger than just about anyone he'd been with; his jaw ached a little and he could almost feel his gag reflex kicking in, but he wanted it badly enough to keep going. He smiled around the cock in his mouth as he heard Mark's breath hitch, watched the larger man arch to him, letting out a moan as he clutched Sören's head.
"Sören." Mark's eyelashes fluttered, and he was breathing harder now. "Sören..."
"Mmmmmmmm." Sören's eyes locked with Mark's. Sören began to work his tongue as much as he could with his mouth full, and his own cock throbbed as Mark moaned again.
"Sören. Ohgod." Mark closed his eyes and groaned. When he opened his eyes he shuddered. "Oh, fuck..."
"Mmmmhmmm." Sören reached and one of his hands began rubbing Mark's balls as he sucked, while his other hand rubbed himself through his pajama bottoms, not able to help it.
Then Mark grabbed Sören by his curls, pulling Sören off his cock, pulling him up for a hard, hungry kiss. Mark rolled Sören onto his back, and Sören melted into the kiss, kissing him back, but he was also confused. When they pulled apart Sören asked, "Didn't you like it...?"
Mark laughed softly. "God, Sören, I loved it. But this is your night, tonight." Mark stroked Sören's cheek, and Sören felt tears threatening again at the look of love in Mark's eyes. "Let me take care of you, baby."
He leaned in and kissed Sören again, hard enough to take his breath away, and Sören felt Mark's hands at the waistband of his pajama bottoms. Mark pulled back to peel off the pajamas from Sören's legs, and then his own robe spilled to the floor. They were both naked. Sören's hands caressed Mark's chest, his perfect washboard abs, those strong, defined arms. "You're beautiful," Sören husked.
"So are you." Mark came back down and one hand pet Sören's curls as the fingers of the other walked down over his body - the flame sleeve tattoo on one arm, brushing a pierced nipple, resting on his heart. "Especially here." He bent his head and gently kissed Sören's chest over his heart.
That act was as erotic to Sören as anything else thus far, if not moreso because of the emotions it awakened, another rush of passion, loving him, and Sören took Mark's face in his hands, pulled him up and kissed him with all the fire of his being. They both moaned into the kiss, and again as they felt their hard cocks press together. Sören began to slowly roll his hips as they kissed, his hard cock rubbing up against Mark's. Mark groaned and matched Sören's rhythm, and he sucked Sören's lower lip into his mouth before kissing him again.
Their mouths met hungrily, fiercely, as their hands wandered, explored over what flesh they could reach, and hard cock rubbed hard cock. They were both trembling - Sören was already so close, pent up after so long, and the combination of sensation, emotion and lust was almost too much to bear. When Mark started to kiss and lick Sören's neck, Sören played with his hair - just Mark's glorious long hair was a turn-on to him - and Mark seemed to really like having his hair played with, kissing Sören's neck even more insistently. Sören cried out when Mark kissed the sweet spot where his neck and shoulder met, and again when Mark licked there, before his teeth nibbled.
"Oh god..." Sören's hands clenched Mark's hips, bucking up against him, rubbing a little faster.
Mark's tongue trailed down and began to tease Sören's nipple, slow, lazy circles then lapping harder, faster. Suckling. Gently tugging the ring with his teeth, before lapping again. Sören's hands slid up Mark's back to hold his head, savoring the feel of the silky hair around his fingers. Sören gave a shuddery gasp as Mark suckled again, then turned his head to give attention to the other nipple, while his fingers rubbed and plucked where his mouth had just been.
Sören looked down. They were both leaking so much precum, and Sören gasped at the sight of their precum mingling, making streamers. Just the sight of that threatened to undo him, and Sören took Mark's face in his hands and kissed him again, not wanting to come too soon watching their cocks together, but the kiss made that raw sexual need even worse. Sören and Mark were both panting between kisses - Sören could feel Mark quivering too. Mark's hands were playing over him again, and the feel of those long, elegant fingers... Sören shuddered.
It was too good. Sören knew he should probably change positions before he lost control, but their cocks rubbing together felt too good for him to want to stop. Their cocks were grinding more insistently now, and Sören could feel their balls together. Mark's fingers brushed his nipples again and Mark's kisses trailed down his jaw. The feeling of Mark's breath on his neck, before he could resume kissing him there, and Sören felt his balls tighten, rushing towards that place of no return...
"Oh, Sören." Mark groaned, and gave a little sigh, nuzzling Sören's throat.
His breath on Sören's neck again and that was it. Sören's nails dug into Mark's hips, letting out a strangled sob as he climaxed. He looked down, watching his cock shoot cum onto Mark's cock and a split second later Mark was coming too, giving a wild cry as he spent. The sight of cock flooding cock with seed, the ecstasy on Mark's face, the sounds he made... Sören cried out as he felt another pulse of orgasm, making him shoot again. And then he and Mark were kissing through their first climax together, and the sensual kissing made the orgasm even better.
"God. Wow." Sören laughed a little. "I wasn't expecting to come so soon..."
"Neither was I." Mark gave him a soft, gentle kiss. "But you turn me on."
"You turn me on." Already, Sören felt like going another round. "I want you, Mark. More than I have ever wanted anyone." He meant it.
Mark smiled. He kissed Sören's forehead, then claimed his mouth again. "It's actually good that we came like this now, because we'll last longer next time." He stroked Sören's face, then Sören reached to take his hand, and Mark squeezed. "I really mean it, Sören. I want tonight to be good for you." They kissed.
When they pulled apart, Mark took a grape from their dessert tray and put it in Sören's mouth. Next to the dessert tray Sören saw a sugar bowl, but when Mark opened it, there was a packet of condoms and a tube of lubricant. Sören laughed, doubling up at its contents. "Wow, that's something you don't normally put in tea," he said.
"No." Mark smiled. "Coffee, on the other hand..."
"Where the hell are you getting coffee from? Starfucks?"
When they calmed down, Mark kissed the tip of Sören's nose. He fed him another grape, then Sören fed Mark a grape. "I went out and bought this before when I was planning on seducing you the night you went off with Sharon..."
"Wow."
"But I have to tell you, Sören... it's been a long time for me. Years. I don't have anything."
Sören nodded. "I get tested every six months, force of habit. I got tested last in May, six months after it was over with Seth and... there hasn't been anyone since him. I'm clean." Amazingly enough. Seth had been cheating on him at one point in their relationship, yet was insanely jealous and possessive, not liking it when Sören even looked at anybody else.
"OK." Mark nodded. "I believe you."
"I believe you too." Sören's experience as a former med student had made him cautious enough where he usually didn't take claims of being clean at face value, but his gut instinct told him he could trust Mark. And that was a good thing, because the thought of barebacking with Mark - Mark coming inside him - drove him mad with lust. And he needed to feel skin on skin, nothing between them. That felt right, for how he felt about Mark, the trust and surrender to someone who had been so careful with him, the intimidating giant of a man who made him feel so safe.
Mark dipped a raspberry in the whipped cream and fed Sören, and as Sören licked and sucked cream from Mark's fingers and thumb, Mark asked, "Tell me, Sören, are you strictly a bottom?"
Sören shook his head. "Versatile. I haven't topped since before Seth, but I enjoy both."
"Good." Mark kissed him. He fed Sören another cream-dipped raspberry and then Sören fed one to Mark, his cock jolting as Mark sucked Sören's fingers into his mouth. When Mark let go, he rasped, "I want to do everything with you," and leaned in to kiss Sören again, harder than before, deep and hungry.
When they pulled apart Mark fed him a strawberry dipped in whipped cream, and then Sören dipped a large strawberry in whipped cream and overdid the whipped cream, bringing it to his own lips, taking a little lick at the cream. Mark leaned in to also take a lick of the whipped cream, and when they took another lick at the cream together, their tongues rubbed together, sensually, playfully. Sören's cock twinged, and Sören felt precum drip down the head of his cock. He took a bite of the strawberry and then Mark did, and then they kissed, sharing the strawberry between them. Mark dipped the remainder of the strawberry in the cream and fed Sören and they kissed again.
When they pulled apart, Mark's eyes were intense, looking down from Sören's cock, then raking up the length of his body, before holding his gaze. Mark was breathing harder. Sören was breathing harder too, and trembling a little, wanting him badly.
"What do you want first?" Mark asked, stroking Sören's face... and his other hand reached down to Sören's cock, hooking his index finger through the ring of the Prince Albert piercing in the head, thumb rubbing the frenulum.
"Oh, god. Yes?" Sören laughed softly.
Mark grinned. "I want both too, but..." He kissed Sören again. "After seeing you with that toy the other day..."
"Mmmmmmmmm. Yes."
The expression on Mark's face was tender as he stroked Sören's chin, his thumb tracing the outline of Sören's lips, looking into Sören's eyes. "It means a lot to me, that you're willing to trust me, let me be inside you, after..."
Sören took Mark's face and kissed him.
When they pulled apart, breathing hard, Mark pet Sören's curls. "I want to show you how good it can be. What it's supposed to be like."
"You already have," Sören said. "And I want more." He took Mark's hand and kissed it. "You have my full consent."
"Baby, I want more than just your consent." Mark started kissing Sören's neck again, and the feel of Mark's breath on his neck again between kisses was just as arousing as the magic of his lips and tongue. "I want you begging for it, wanting it more than you've ever wanted anything in your life."
"Oh, fuck." Sören shuddered, cock throbbing. Even his hole was twitching now, in anticipation of being filled, wanting to feel Mark's cock hit that sweet spot inside him, breed him...
Mark sucked Sören's lower lip into his mouth, kissed Sören, and then his mouth was back on Sören's neck. Licking, sucking on it. Nibbling. "You know... the thing that made me jealous most of all that night with you and Sharon was all those love bites." Mark's teeth nipped Sören's neck again.
"I didn't mean to make you feel bad -"
Mark gave him a look. "Sören, I know. You don't need to apologize." He licked Sören's neck some more. "And now, I am going to put love bites all over your gorgeous body."
With that, Mark proceeded to worship Sören's body with his fingers, lips, tongue and teeth. Rubbing one shoulder as he kissed, sucked, licked, nibbled, and bit the other. Feasting on Sören's nipples, playing with the nipple rings, spending a long time there with Sören's nipples peaking as hard as he could ever remember, his nipples throbbing as urgently as his cock. Back and forth Mark went, hungry, lapping fast, suckling hard, teasing slow, every now and again looking up at Sören with pure lust in his eyes, watching Sören gasping, panting, moaning, at last writhing underneath him.
And Mark was nowhere near done. He kissed the sensitive skin of Sören's chest between his nipples, over his ribs. Licked and nibbled, fingers straying to rub Sören's stomach or up to rub a nipple as his mouth moved lower and lower. Sören giggled as Mark rubbed his stomach in slow circles, nibbling on him, and sighed at the sweet kisses. His cock and his hole were aching for relief, but Mark was still going to take his time. "You're so fucking hot," Mark breathed between kisses. "You have no idea how much you turn me on, how badly I've been wanting you..."
"I think I have some idea, now."
"I've been going out of my fucking mind, Sören. Trying to keep calm and collected on the outside, not wanting to scare you away... but..." Mark kissed Sören's hip, and when he nibbled, Sören cried out. "Every night you slept in my arms, I wanted to take you. Wanted to make such passionate love to you..."
Just the sound of Mark's voice, and feeling the passion in his words - feeling the hunger, the need - Sören's nails were in his shoulders, and he heard himself whimper "Please..."
Mark looked up and gave him a little smile, seeming delighted by that. "Already it starts. Good." He licked Sören's stomach, nibbled his navel. "I'm going to drive you out of your mind like you've been driving me out of my mind, Sören..."
Through the haze of his lust, Sören grinned. "Hi Going To Drive You Out Of Your Mind -"
Mark bit Sören's stomach at that, and at the delicious shock of pleasure-pain, Sören let out a cry, nails scraping down Mark's back. He bucked up against him, shivering. "Please," Sören begged again. "Oh god, please, Mark..."
"Mmmmm." Mark's tongue licked down to Sören's thigh. "We'll get there, baby."
More than anything else so far, Mark working on each of Sören's thighs with his teeth, lips and tongue threatened to undo Sören, almost coming untouched. Nobody had ever done this to him, and he hadn't known he was so sensitive there, but god he was, and Sören made inhuman noises as Mark made sure Sören's thighs would be sporting love bites too. He kissed tenderly behind the knee before his tongue licked there, and just that, too, was beyond exquisite. Sören clutched Mark's head, arched to him, panting, starting to lose his ability to speak English which was taught to Icelandic children at a young age and came even more naturally to him with how long he'd lived abroad... so that was really something. "Andskotinn, það er svo helvíti gott..."
"So beautiful." Mark nibbled. "Your body is a work of art, Sören."
"Það sem þú ert að láta mér líða er afl sköpunarinnar sjálfrar."
Sören almost thought about translating what he'd just blurted out, but he was too far gone. And though he was very sure Mark didn't speak Icelandic - it was a brutal language to learn even for those who spoke other Scandinavian languages - nonetheless he felt almost like Mark somehow understood, because Mark's eyes flashed and he took a lick at Sören's cock.
Sören cried out, and again as Mark took another lick. He made a guttural noise as he watched Mark's lips around his cock, taking it down slowly, inch by inch. Mark sucked him slowly, eyes locked with his. Mark's left hand took Sören's, squeezing, and his right hand played with Sören's balls, gently cupping and rubbing, before his fingers strayed to that sensitive place between balls and ass, brushing feather-light. Sören writhed, howling as Mark continued to suck him slowly, ever slowly, rubbing his tongue as he sucked. Howling as Mark rubbed his sensitive, aching balls, as those talented fingers teased just below. When Mark's fingers traced around the rim of Sören's opening he felt almost like he could come from that, and another jolt of near-climax when Mark stuck a finger inside.
Now the hand that had been holding Sören's hand was playing with his balls, as the index finger of Mark's right hand found Sören's prostate right away, rubbing slowly. Mark sucked a little harder, tongue rubbing faster, but still slow. Sören panted, gasping for breath, so close yet so far away, orgasm teasingly held just out of his reach. And he knew from the wicked look in Mark's diamond-like eyes that Mark had him right where he wanted him, that he wanted Sören thoroughly wrecked before he'd even think of taking him.
"Oh god, please." Sören found his English again. "Please, Mark, please, fuck me..."
"Mmmmm." Mark teasingly let Sören's cock slip from his mouth and gave a few playful licks. "I'll think about it."
"Oh god. Mark. Mark. Please, dammit..."
Mark laughed softly, before his tongue swirled around the head of Sören's cock, making a show of collecting precum, letting a streamer trail onto his tongue before licking around and around some more. When Mark's tongue fluttered over the frenulum Sören cried out, bucking against him, thrashing. "Please. Please. I need you inside me..."
Mark's response to that was to pull away from Sören's cock, and lick and kiss the space between his balls and ass, then his tongue circled the rim of Sören's opening before pushing inside. Sören screamed.
It had been years since anyone had rimmed him, and he was on E at the time. Now, he was perfectly sober, apart from a small glass of moscato, and it was more intense than anything he'd ever experienced on a drug made for feeling everything full intensity. Mark's tongue was to die for, teasing him ever so slowly, then rubbing away at his prostate harder, faster. Devouring him. Sören could almost see stars. Mark was the best lover he'd ever had and they hadn't even gotten past oral yet. And he was right there, right there, at that edge of orgasm, but Mark wasn't going to let him give in yet, slowing down every time he felt Sören tense up, almost about to come. A few rounds of this and Sören was practically sobbing in his need for relief.
"Mark. Please. Fuck me..."
Mark took his tongue out of Sören's ass and smiled. "I am fucking you." With that his tongue lashed away at Sören's prostate, getting him right on that edge again.
"Your cock. Give me your cock... put it in me... please Mark, please, take me..." Sören gasped, shivering as Mark's tongue rubbed harder. "I want to feel you. I want to feel you. Inside me. Make me yours."
Their eyes met. Mark stopped licking, pulled back, and Sören heard him exhale sharply. Mark took a few last licks at Sören's cock, lapping up the flowing precum, and then he came up and kissed Sören deeply. Though his mouth had just been on Sören's ass, Sören was fresh from the shower and the taste wasn't offensive - a lingering fruity sweetness. Mark reached for the tube of lubricant and Sören gasped at the feel of the cold liquid shoot inside him. He looked down as Mark applied lube to his own cock - which was already soaked from precum, and so flushed it looked almost angry in its need - and Sören's hand covered Mark's as Mark worked it over himself.
Mark's slick fingers pushed into Sören, one then two. As his fingers worked in and out, Mark looked into Sören's eyes. "So you've only had a toy, the last few months."
"The last few weeks," Sören corrected. "I had no sex drive after..." He didn't need to say it. "And then, well." He gestured to Mark. "I'd brought stuff with me on the chance I'd feel horny again in a different environment, and."
Mark kissed him deeply. "You're tight, baby."
"I know."
"You have to tell me if it's too much and you need me to stop -"
"I will. But right now... I want it." Sören's gaze held his. "I want you. More than anything."
Mark's fingers pulled out. Sören felt the tip of Mark's cock against his opening. Here we go. Sören remembered his first time bottoming when he was seventeen and didn't know what the hell he was doing, and how much that hurt, and then when he was at med school his second lover, an older bartender - a silver fox, old enough to be Sören's father - guided him and made the experience much less painful. He remembered those words now, the advice to breathe slow and deep, push out. He pushed out as Mark pushed in, slowly. There was the expected burning, pinching sensation of being stretched, as Mark was bigger than his toy by quite a bit, but nothing unbearable. Mark's hands held his tightly, Mark's eyes on his, watching every reaction. Sören gasped as Mark breached the tight ring.
"Do you need me to stop?"
"Don't stop. Keep going."
And at last, Mark was all the way inside. Sören was breathing hard like he'd run up several flights of stairs, and Mark gave a little sigh of contentment, resting in him for a moment.
Then Mark took his first thrust, pulling back slowly, pushing in slowly. Again, that feeling of being stretched, filled - a little discomfort. But Sören wanted this, needed this. Another thrust. And then it happened, Mark's cock hit Sören's prostate. Magic. Sören let out a deep groan.
"OK?" Mark looked concerned.
"More."
Mark moaned, and kissed Sören. Thrusting slowly, slowly. Mark took Sören's hands, and with their palms and fingertips pressed together, they broke the kiss with their foreheads touching, breathing each other's breath. It was the single most erotic moment of Sören's life to that point, the sweet rubbing inside him, the tender sensuality between them. It had never been like this. Nothing had ever felt so completely, utterly right.
"We're one," Sören husked. "We're -"
Mark kissed him hard, making Sören whimper into the kiss. Sören threw his arms around Mark and Mark thrust just a little harder; Sören bucked against him with another whimper.
The heat between the fire and their bodies was making them start to sweat. Between kisses, tongues chased sweat drops over each other's necks and chests, hands slid over damp flesh. Their hips rolled together in a sensual, languid rhythm, savoring each push and pull, each moment of exquisite, delicious union. Mark kept it slow as long as he could, until Sören set the pace harder, faster, rocking underneath him.
The last few moments of that first time were breathless, wild. Mark was cautious to not hurt Sören, but Sören wanted, nails digging into Mark's back, begging "More, more," until Mark was so far gone in his lust that with his teeth on the base of Sören's throat he drove into him and Sören matched his rhythm, even working his inner muscles to tease, to make Mark lose control and go harder. "More. I need this, I need it, I need you," Sören cried out. "More..."
"Fuck." Mark was shaking, gasping for breath. "Sören..."
Their eyes met, and even in the savage rhythm of their fuck, there was tenderness, Mark's fingers stroking Sören's cheek. Then Mark leaned in to kiss him, and in that kiss Sören screamed as he exploded, coming harder than he'd ever remembered, prostate and cock both throbbing, cum shooting all over both of them. A few seconds later Mark erupted into him with a cry, and at the feel of Mark spending into him Sören cried out too, gasping for breath, giving a whimper as he shot off another load. "Yes, Mark," Sören panted. "Yes..."
"Sören." Mark shuddered, gasped, and Sören felt Mark's toes curling against his. "Oh, Hells, Sören..."
They kissed again, moaning into the kiss. Sören's arms wrapped around Mark and Mark rolled Sören onto his side to hold him too. They rocked together, holding each other, snuggling together when they stopped trembling and the intensity of their orgasm gave way to the sweetness of afterglow.
"We did it," Sören breathed. Tears came to his eyes, feeling relief, joy, awe that he'd taken this back. "We did it..."
Mark kissed his forehead, pet Sören's curls, stroked his face, love in his eyes. "You were awesome."
"You were awesome. You were fucking awesome." Sören laughed a little. Laughed and cried. Mark kissed his tears, his own eyes too bright. Sören bit his lower lip. "That was... indescribable."
Mark kissed the tip of Sören's nose. Then he fed Sören a raspberry.
They finished off the grapes, and the last of the strawberries, raspberries, and whipped cream. There were dregs of whipped cream left in the bowl and Sören and Mark put their fingers in the bowl, licking and sucking the cream from each other's fingers. That got them aroused again, and as they leaned back against the pillows, kissing, Sören took both their cocks into his hand and began stroking slowly, lazily, a grin on his face. "What shall we do now?"
"Try and take over the world?"
"NARF," Sören yelled.
Mark facepalmed. "I can't believe you get that reference."
"My brother is the biggest Animaniacs fan who ever lived. It helped keep me sane when I was working on my doctorate. When I graduated I got him huge-ass Pinky and the Brain dolls to say thank you."
Mark laughed. "Your brother sounds like an interesting guy."
"He's a physicist. Was one of the developers of the Large Hadron Collider. I feel like a total dumbass next to him, honestly."
"You're not dumb, Sören. You're smart in a different way, is all."
"Well, I sure feel dumb for not realizing how you felt. Thinking you didn't like me that way."
"Oh, baby." Mark kissed Sören softly. "Now you know."
"I sure do." Sören kissed him back.
"And now..." Mark took Sören's hand off their cocks. "I want you to really know. I want you inside me, Sören."
"Yeah?" Sören crinkled his nose and bit his lower lip, pleased and feeling shy all at once.
"Yeah." Mark kissed him. "I want you to pound me into next week." He grinned.
"Well, if it's been years for you, you're probably tighter than I am," Sören said. He gently pushed Mark back onto the pillows. "I don't want to hurt you, either. And..." Sören gave him a naughty look. "I think you deserve a taste of your own medicine, with all that teasing."
"Oh shit." Mark laughed, and then he grinned, stroking Sören's face, his curls. "I'm all yours."
Sören spent a long, long time making love to Mark's body. They were both quite sweaty now from the fire and the sex, and Sören loved the sight of Mark's sculpted, ripped body glistening, dripping sweat, loved the scent and taste of his sweat, his musk. Mark's moans and cries were almost musical as Sören's lips and tongue and fingers and teeth played over him, neck, nipples, chest and stomach, hips and thighs, even down his calves to his feet. Mark got even louder as Sören licked and licked and licked his cock, and when Sören took him into his mouth, sucking slowly, Mark grabbed Sören's curls, arching to him, panting.
But it was when Sören's tongue was inside him that Mark finally ground out, "Sören, please."
Sören stopped licking for a moment and just grinned. "Mmmmmm, maybe."
"Sören, goddammit."
Sören laughed as he resumed licking, going more slowly than before. Sören reached down to stroke himself, which he'd been doing off and on as he feasted on Mark's body, but now as Mark was beside himself with lust and sensation, begging, Sören was even more turned on, working himself a little harder. He hadn't topped in years, and his body was screaming for it now, but he would be damned if he didn't make it count for Mark, wanting to give him the same kind of pleasure he'd gotten if not better. Sören wanted him very, very ready. And those beautiful, beautiful moans... Sören shuddered. "Mmmm," he purred as his tongue lapped away.
"God, Sören. Please. Please, Sören, please..."
Sören finally relented, taking a few slow licks around the rim of Mark's opening before he spat into it to provide extra lubrication - he smiled as he watched Mark's hole twitch at that - and then he licked at Mark's cock for a moment before coming up to kiss Mark, to coat his fingers with lube and work them in and out of him as Mark played with Sören's cock, working lube over it. The touch of Mark's hand was enough to bring Sören perilously close to climax himself, but he knew it would feel better coming inside Mark so with grit teeth he kept himself in check.
They kissed as Sören pushed into him. Mark pushed out, as Sören went slowly. And then, there they were, Sören buried in him to the hilt. They were both breathing hard, and Mark's eyes blazed his soul.
"Yes," Mark breathed, and kissed him deep.
Sören took it slow - his body screamed again with wanting to fuck, but he knew it would be better for both of them if he kept that impulse reined in, at least for now. It got harder to control, quite literally, when Mark cried out, hands clutching at Sören.
"Are you OK?" Sören asked.
"The ring. Oh. God." Mark shuddered, closing his eyes and opening them, eyes feverish, practically drilling through Sören. He gasped as Sören took another slow thrust. "Oh my god, Sören, your piercing, that's so fucking good..."
Sören grinned and nipped Mark's lower lip. "That's why I got it done. Well, that and it's pretty." He laughed softly and kissed Mark hard, taking another slow thrust, reveling in the way Mark whimpered into the kiss, grabbing him harder.
It wasn't long before Mark was urging him on faster, and Sören gave him what he wanted. But he held back from what he could do full strength, tight as Mark was. And just going close to that, Mark was a shivering, sobbing, seething mess. "Oh god, Sören. That ring... don't stop..."
"You getting close, elskan?"
Mark nodded. He shuddered and let out another feral groan. "So close. God, Sören, so close... so good..."
"Mmmmmmm. I want to make you come, Mark. Want you to come for me..."
"Almost there, baby." Mark looked up at him, eyes pleading.
Sören kissed him, and Mark grabbed Sören's hips, rocking against him. When Mark paid Sören back for his teasing by clenching his inner muscles, a look of challenge in his eyes, Sören threw all caution to the wind and went into beast mode, slamming into him with abandon. That was exactly what Mark wanted, biting Sören's shoulder, nails tearing into him, growling as he kissed Sören deep and hard. Mark's hands slid to Sören's ass, cupping, squeezing. "Fuck me, Sören. Take it like you own it."
Sören bit Mark's neck. "Fuck..." He shivered, close to his own orgasm.
For the last few moments Sören stroked Mark's cock in the furious rhythm of their hips. The slap of their flesh was almost as loud as the way they cried out into kiss after kiss. And then, with their foreheads pressed together, breath mingling, Mark let go, throwing his head back with a cry as he shot his seed over his chest and stomach and Sören's chest. One, two, three thrusts later Sören was gone, crying out "Mark!" as he spent into the pulsing, contracting channel gripping him again and again, milking every last drop out of him.
Shattered, Sören lay with his face buried in Mark's chest, Mark's arms wrapped tight around him, holding him as his body heaved and shook in a seemingly endless climax. He passed out, and came to still in Mark's arms, Mark petting him, smiling at him adoringly.
"Oh shit, how long was I out?" Sören croaked.
"Not long." Mark kissed Sören's forehead.
They just lay there for awhile, cuddled up together, watching the fire, listening to Sade. Sören got sleepy again. At last Mark patted Sören's ass and said, "Might be more comfortable in bed, now."
Naked, Sören helped Mark carry the dishes to the kitchen. Mark looked at the sink for a moment to decide whether or not he wanted to take care of it now, then he waved a hand and said, "Fuck it, I'll do that tomorrow," and Sören laughed. Mark snuffed out the candles and turned off the fireplace, then the stereo, and then he picked up Sören - making Sören shriek and laugh wildly as he did - and carried Sören down to his bedroom.
He put Sören down on his bed, then he raised a finger and walked off. Mark came back with water and Sören's med minder. "Might still be early for you to take that with how late you slept, but we worked up a sweat and you should have some water," Mark said.
"Yes, dear," Sören teased, gratefully accepting a glass.
"I know I mother hen you a lot, but, like, you need it."
Sören nuzzled him and kissed his cheek. "I don't mind."
Mark got up again, and came back with Sören's bunnies and Eeyore. Sören smiled as Mark put them in his arms, and then Mark tucked in Sören and came around the other side of him, pulling Sören against him. "You were magnificent," Mark said, kissing the top of Sören's head.
"This has been such a wonderful evening," Sören said, snuggling against him, feeling cozy and blissful. "The sex was perfect, and now... it feels so right to be here, curled up with you in your bed."
Mark took Sören's chin in his hand. "Our bed, now."
Sören's heart soared, touched by that. Wondering what it meant for the future.
Mark tousled Sören's curls. "Rest. I'll wake you up in a few hours to take your meds."
"You setting the alarm?"
"I don't need to. It's something I trained myself to do."
Sören raised an eyebrow, but didn't press it. Mark's hand was rubbing his head, then his back, and his touch was so soothing that Sören started drifting off again.
Over the years, Sören had sex with a lot of people but even when he'd stayed the night he mostly hadn't slept with them - those had been few and far between. Sleeping with someone required a certain amount of intimacy and trust that Sören largely hadn't felt with past partners. Here, now, Sören felt safe enough to sleep.