Sören woke up from his nap to the sound of Mark puttering around in the bedroom. He opened his eyes to the delicious sight of Mark fresh from the shower, his glorious mane damp, his body glistening. He smelled delicious too, a clean outdoorsy scent. Sören made a little noise as he sat up and rubbed his face, watching Mark rummaging through his dresser drawers.
"Ah, you're awake." Mark smiled. "I was going to put something on, but if you're awake..."
"Jæja, I am, but I should shower too." Sören sniffed his own armpit - it wasn't quite offensive, but he could tell he'd worked up a sweat last night... and earlier today. After their sixty-nine they'd lain together face-to-face and rubbed their cocks together to orgasm, and had taken their sweet time getting there, kissing, caressing, building tension strong enough for Sören to pass out after a powerful release, but they'd also been dripping sweat as they trembled against each other.
"OK, while you do that I'll change the sheets, I think. And I know you want to spend the weekend in bed but we should probably do laundry on Saturday afternoon."
"So responsible."
Mark gave Sören a playful swat as he got up from the bed. "One of us has to be an adult."
Sören blew a raspberry. "I am plenty adult." He leered. "We've gotten up to lots of adult activities."
Mark gave him a quick kiss. "There'll be more of that when you get out of the shower."
A frisson went down Sören's spine as he gingerly made his way to the bathroom. His ass was a little sore after having been fucked twice last night for the first time in months, and his body felt otherwise well-used, a sort of pleasant exhaustion from all of the orgasms. But he still hungered for more, his cock hardening up again as he soaped himself, wishing it was Mark's hands on him. He was still hard when he got out of the shower, and he smiled as he came back to Mark's bedroom and saw Mark propped up on one elbow, lazily stroking himself.
Sören pounced on the bed, giggling, and Mark laughed too. He kissed the tip of Sören's nose and then he pulled Sören in for a deep, passionate kiss. They groaned as their hard cocks pressed together again - Sören loved the feel of Mark's cock on his, like they belonged that way. Sören started rubbing against him, gratified when Mark rolled his hips in return, slow and sweet.
Sören kissed and licked Mark's neck, down to his shoulder, and lapped a nipple. Mark grabbed Sören's curls, arching to him, groaning, and moaned louder as Sören's tongue laved the other one, his fingers teasing the nipple where his tongue had just been. Sören kissed up the other side of Mark's neck and their mouths met again, and then Sören's stomach growled. Sören rolled his eyes and Mark laughed.
"I should continue the theme of responsible adulthood and fix us something to eat," Mark said.
"Later," Sören rasped. He kissed Mark hard. "Right now, it's you I want to feast on."
With that, he spent a long, long time exploring Mark's body with his fingers and tongue. Licking him all over. Kissing, nibbling, caressing, rubbing. He worked his way from Mark's neck down over a shoulder to a nipple, then the other, going back and forth between his nipples, cock throbbing at the way they peaked, looking delectable swollen and glistening from his mouth. Sören's mouth and hands played over the rest of Mark's chest, and his stomach, before kissing back up his other shoulder and the other side of his neck, to claim his mouth once more. Then Sören kissed and nibbled down his throat, breathing in the scent of him, to worship his nipples again. Sören's cock twinged, aching for relief, but he needed this even more right now, to love his lover. He continued to kiss his way down, licking and nibbling Mark's perfect washboard abs, then kissing, licking, biting Mark's thighs. He sucked Mark's cock slowly, deliberately for a few minutes, getting him close to that edge, before his head went between Mark's thighs, tongue slipping inside him.
Sören wanted to see if he could make Mark come with just his tongue. He ate and ate him, stroking himself slowly as his tongue played inside fast then slow, swirling, brushing, making sure his tongue hit that sweet spot. He loved the sounds Mark made, the way Mark writhed, panting, as he got closer. At last begging "please, Sören... please, baby..."
"Mmmmmm." Sören stopped licking for a few seconds. "Please, what?"
Mark was too far gone to answer that, he could only make a strangled sob. Sören grinned and resumed lapping inside him, more slowly than before. Mark clutched Sören's head and his hips bucked with a shuddery gasp. Sören made a little noise of contentment as he watched another jet of precum flow from Mark's cock.
At last Mark's hands were on Sören's shoulders - nails digging into him - and he was gently rolling his hips, fucking himself on Sören's tongue. Then harder. Sören's head shook back and forth as he lapped harder, faster, lips kissing the outer rim of his opening. The sound of Mark panting, gasping, the desperate look on his face - Sören was almost ready to come himself, and the urge to take Mark and pound him was intense, but Sören wanted to give him release like this, knowing it would be explosive. And when Mark was finally pushed over that edge into orgasm, contracting, pulsing against Sören's tongue as Sören watched him shoot over himself, crying out, it was even more explosive than Sören thought it would be. Mark almost wept as he heaved, trembling, and when Sören came up to lick the cum off his stomach and chest, the look of bliss on Mark's face made Sören smile, tears in his eyes.
"I love you," Sören said, and kissed him.
"God, I love you." Mark kissed him back, harder. "That was indescribable. You have a gift."
Sören grinned and kissed the tip of his nose. "Consider that repayment for last night. Last night was more wonderful than I'd ever hoped it would be."
"We're going to have a lot of nights like that." Mark stroked Sören's face and kissed him. "You deserve it."
"Oh, Mark." Sören's forehead pressed against his and their noses rubbed together. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." Mark kissed him again. "Let me love you, Sören."
Mark gently rolled Sören onto his back and he returned the favor. Mark kissed and licked and nipped at Sören's neck, then he worshiped Sören's nipples, lapping, suckling, nibbling, tugging the nipple rings with his teeth, fingers pulling one ring, rubbing the aching peak, as his mouth worked on the other. Sören felt almost like he could come just from Mark pleasuring and teasing his nipples, as sensitive as they were, and as hot as it was to watch Mark kiss and lick them and play with them - the heat in Mark's eyes as he took a ring in his teeth and tugged. Before he could, Mark was licking and kissing Sören's stomach, rubbing it, nuzzling. "You're beautiful," Mark whispered. "You are so beautiful to me, Sören."
Mark kissed Sören's hips, sucked the sensitive skin of his hipbones, bit. Then Mark went to work on Sören's thighs, and it was another place where Sören felt like he could almost come. His thighs were sensitized from last night - Sören smiled at the love bites covering his thighs more than anyplace else on his body - and each lick of Mark's tongue, every kiss, every nibble, went straight to his cock. And with each twinge of Sören's cock, his hole also twitched, aching to be filled again even as sore as it was from last night's use. Mark's tongue there would have to be good enough for now.
But Mark took his time getting there. First he took Sören's cock into his mouth, sucking him slowly. Their gaze held; there was nothing sexier to Sören than Mark's eyes in those moments, and the heat of Mark's eyes and the filthy sweetness of Mark's mouth on his cock brought him right to that edge. Sören was so pent up from making love to Mark's body and rimming him to climax that Sören didn't last long - it only took a few minutes of slow, teasing sucking for Sören to come in Mark's mouth with a cry. Sören watched, gratified, as Mark swallowed, and he cried out again as Mark licked his cock clean. "So delicious," Mark husked. "I love tasting you."
"God..."
"We're not done yet." Mark grinned.
He gave Sören a moment to recover, his face resting on one of Sören's thighs, Sören petting his hair as he came down from his orgasm. When Mark began to kiss Sören's thigh again, Sören's cock stirred, and once Sören was sporting another erection Mark's head moved into position and Sören gasped as Mark's tongue slid into him.
Coming in Mark's mouth had taken the pressure off enough that it took longer for Sören to climax this time - not that Mark seemed to mind at all, making "mmmmm" sounds as he lapped away. "I love doing this to you," Mark whispered before he took a few teasing licks around the rim of Sören's opening, before pushing his tongue back inside and licking more slowly, seeming to savor him. Sören had been rimmed before, years ago before Seth, but it had never been like this. This was a performance, as if Mark took it as seriously as he did his music. And the music Mark made now was Sören's moans and cries, closer together, louder and louder. Mark played him like a harp, hands running over Sören's body, fingers stroking, brushing his sensitized skin, as his tongue plucked and danced, building the tension as deep and as high as it could go. Sören was almost in tears when he felt himself rushing towards the point of no return, writhing, thrashing, whimpering, fucking Mark's face as Mark stopped teasing and ate him in earnest, devouring, tongue lashing inside him with the force of a hurricane. At last Sören let go, feeling like he was flying as he climaxed, screaming in Icelandic, coming all over himself. Mark's tongue took a last few slow licks inside him, then Mark licked the seed from Sören's cock and what had spilled over his chest and stomach, murmuring with pleasure as he got to taste again.
Mark took Sören's chin in his hand and gave him a deep kiss. Sören moaned at the taste of himself on Mark - not yet recovered, but not completely spent, a faint frisson of hunger for more later.
But first... "OK, food now," Mark said.
Sören lay there in bliss, only half-awake. He had the vague feeling that he needed to work on his unfinished painting of the redwoods, and at some point call Sharon and see about returning the notebook and giving her the painting of her character as a sort of peace offering. He needed to check his e-mail, talk to Dooku... A little pang of missing his best friend. But even as he knew he ought to be more diligent about touching base with various people, getting a project done... he needed this time with Mark. Needed to love and be loved. And it was so good to reclaim his sexuality this way.
This is beyond sex. Sören had a lot of sex before Seth. Some of it had even been good sex. But this... this was ecstasy. This was transcendent. And it was just the beginning. How much more potent would this wild magic of passion be when they had learned each other's bodies even better? Sören shuddered, thinking about years of making love with Mark this way...
...a lifetime. Sören swallowed hard, tears burning his eyes, more awake now. Maybe it was moving too fast, but he knew then with certainty I want to spend the rest of my life with Mark Lauer. This is the one. He'd found his soulmate. He felt like he had come home.
He wasn't going to say any of that aloud just yet - it was enough to know Mark was in love with him. He didn't want to run the risk of scaring Mark away thinking they were going too fast. But he loved. He loved, loved, loved. It felt so good to love like this and be loved in return. Sören basked in its warm glow, feeling like he was floating on a cloud. He had a big smile on his face when Mark returned with a tray.
"And what are you smiling at?" Mark asked, returning the smile.
"You." Sören sat up a little. "You make me happy."
"Oh, baby." Mark climbed onto the bed with him. "I want to make you happy, Sören." He kissed Sören's forehead, then the tip of his nose. He stroked Sören's face tenderly. "You've been through a special kind of hell. I can't undo your past, but I want to give you a better future."
That was what Sören needed to hear. It was good enough for now. Sören took Mark's hand and kissed it, pressed it to his heart. "You too. You deserve happiness. You deserve peace. I hope I can help give that to you."
Mark kissed the top of Sören's head, holding him for a moment. "You already do." Then he gestured to the tray he brought in. "Here, eat."
It was an assortment of finger foods - slices of cheese, mixed nuts, olives, cherry tomatoes, assorted crackers and two dips, one chicken salad and the other smoked salmon. They fed each other, licking and sucking each other's fingers as they had last night. Sören had a glass of ginger ale from a 1-liter bottle Mark brought in on the tray, and Mark started kissing Sören's neck again when the food was gone and he finished his drink. Sören teasingly poured out the dregs of his glass over his chest and Mark chased the drops with his tongue before kissing Sören hard and hungry. Sören's cock woke up again, and he groaned as Mark rubbed against his thigh, crying out as their cocks met once more, sliding together.
"What would you like, love?" Mark asked, kissing Sören's neck some more.
"Yes," Sören said, laughing.
Mark laughed too. "That's why I asked you. There's too much to want. I can't decide either."
"God." Sören giggled. "I want everything. I want you." Their eyes met.
Mark stroked Sören's face. "I really want to be inside you again, but I don't want to hurt you."
Sören nodded. "Tomorrow, I'd like that. Tonight, we better give my arse a rest. You're not small."
Mark laughed, wincing a little as he adjusted himself in Sören's arms. "Neither are you."
"Jæja, you were so tight. You sure you've bottomed before, you're not a virgin?"
Mark nodded. "Not remotely. But it's been a very long time. It's not something I give easily." Mark pet Sören's curls and his voice was husky as he said, "I trust you."
Sören took Mark's face in his hands and kissed him hard. "I trust you too." He pet Mark's hair, loving the silkiness of it. "It was amazing - no pain, no flashbacks. Only want."
"That means so much to me, Sören." Mark kissed him again. "I know you're still hurting and need care... and I'm going to try."
Sören was getting choked up, and he needed levity. "Hi Going To Try."
Mark bit Sören's lower lip. "Brat," he said, swatting Sören's hip.
"Mmmm." Sören kissed him. He sighed. "I'm sorry that my arse is too sore to bottom, I would have liked that too -"
"Hi Sorry That My -"
Sören bit Mark's shoulder. Mark growled, and grabbed Sören's face and kissed him hard, rubbing his cock against Sören's more urgently. Sören arched to him, letting out a shuddery gasp as Mark's lips slid down to his neck. Mark's hands reached for his, as Mark kissed and licked Sören's neck more intently than before. I am going to have a permanent case of love bites if this keeps up. Sören smiled to himself, not minding that at all.
Then Sören's hands slipped from Mark's. There was something he wanted to try, that he hadn't done in a very long time. For him to be in the mood to do this with someone he had to feel a certain degree of intimacy, and he hadn't felt that since an older, silver-haired bartender in Reykjavik who had taken him under his wing for a time. That relationship hadn't been very healthy - Sören had been introduced to recreational cocaine, which between that and Sören wanting to kill his uncle Einar after his sister's death, was the breaking point where Dag insisted Sören move to Toronto to stay with him. But there were some good memories, and now Sören wanted to make better ones.
"I may not be able to bottom tonight, but there are other ways you can be inside me." Sören's eyes met Mark's.
Mark's eyebrows raised with curiosity.
Sören's hands reached for their cocks. He and Mark watched as Sören guided the heads of their cocks together, making them kiss. Then Mark cried out as the bead of Sören's Prince Albert piercing pushed into the slit of his cock. He cried out again as Sören took his foreskin and stretched it over not just the head of his own cock, but the head of Mark's cock as well, so it looked like Sören's cock was swallowing Mark's. He began to move slowly, so the bead of his piercing went in and out of the slit of Mark's cock, the heads of their cocks sliding together. Sören cupped the base where their cocks met, stroking them slowly. He moaned, savoring the feel of the head of Mark's cock rubbing his, and the feel of Mark's cock inside his exquisitely sensitive foreskin. He knew, from being on both the giving and receiving end of this in the past, that Mark would be feeling Sören's foreskin wrapped around him, the silk of it kissing, caressing his cockhead. The sounds Mark made and the look of lust on Mark's face let Sören know he was indeed enjoying this as much as Sören was.
Enough that they weren't going to last long. Sören's cock felt almost too hot for comfort, as did Mark's. They were both trembling, panting, and Sören heard himself start to moan "Ohgod Mark ohgod" like it was a mantra. Finally Mark's hand reached down and covered Sören's hand on their cocks, guiding him to rub a little faster, harder, and Mark kissed him hungrily. They kissed and kissed and Mark's hand sped up, Mark making a guttural noise into Sören's neck. Sören's hips rolled and he felt Mark thrusting gently into his foreskin and he cried out "Oh god Mark, fuck me..."
Mark kissed him again and they cried out into the kiss as they came together, a violent, quaking orgasm. Feeling the eruption of their hot seed with their joined cocks was almost too much; Sören threw back his head and howled as he spent and spent and spent, seemingly endless. Mark kissed him and they moaned together, arms wrapped around each other, rocking each other through the throes of their climax.
Sören gave a shuddery sigh. "Fuck."
They watched as their cocks spilled apart and a huge amount of cum - both Mark's and Sören's - spilled out of Sören's foreskin onto the sheet. Mark laughed. "I changed those sheets and everything," Mark said.
"Whoopsidoodle." Sören put on an innocent face that wasn't innocent at all.
"You." Mark nipped his nose. "Brat."
"Something tells me you'd do it again."
Mark guided Sören's hand to his cock. "Yeah, now it's your turn."
After Sören was stroked back to hardness - which didn't take long at all - he cried out at the feel of Mark's foreskin slipped around him. Watching Mark's cock take his, loving man to man.
There were so many things they could do to each other, and this was only the beginning.
Yes, I definitely want this for the rest of my life.
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At some point Sören and Mark managed to sleep, and then the next day Mark woke him up, and Sören made a noise of protest, not simply at being woken up, but seeing Mark fully clothed.
"Come get naked," Sören whined.
Mark laughed. "Later. I told you we need to do laundry today."
"Oh, fuck you," Sören teased.
Mark nodded. "Later. Come on, take your meds, get some clothes on."
They went to the laundromat. It was overcast but not raining, and Sören hoped it stayed that way, not wanting freshly laundered clothes - and sheets - to get rained on. Mark had stripped the bed again after the mess they'd made last night, so his bed was nude and would have to be made again before they could do anything on it. Sören giggled as Mark loaded a washing machine with the sheets, remembering the flood of their cum from their cocks docking. Mark's face turned red and Sören knew he was remembering too.
Even though they were in public, Sören couldn't help himself, wrapping his arms around Mark's waist, rubbing up on him a little. "I love you, you know."
"I know. I love you... and your one-track mind." Mark gave him a look. "Come on, we've got some time to kill."
This time it was Mark bringing Sören to the arcade. Sören laughed, and gave him a squeeze - it was good to see the playful side of him, like a good shagging had knocked some of the stuffiness out of him. Mark beat him a few times in Mortal Kombat, then Sören dragged him off to play skee ball, and then they floated in the ball pit. They ended up holding hands as they rested in the sea of rainbow plastic balls, and then, after Mark stroked his face and gave him an adoring smile, Sören rolled and kissed him, not caring who saw, who cared. Mark kissed him back, and the kiss heated, with Mark looking like he wanted to eat Sören alive as they pulled apart.
They left the arcade to transfer their laundry to the dryers, and couldn't stop touching each other. When the clothes and sheets were in, Mark slammed Sören against one of the dryers and kissed him hard. One of the proprietors of the laundromat was giving them a dirty look, so Mark pulled off him - giving his own not-convincing innocent face - and then he took Sören's hands and started dragging him out of the laundromat.
"Where we going?" Sören asked. "Arcade again? Ball pit?"
"A ball pit of sorts."
They went to Mark's Jaguar but instead of getting in the driver's seat, Mark opened one of the back doors. Sören laughed and also got in the back. They made out in the back seat of Mark's car like horny teenagers, kissing and groping feverishly, and at last Sören had Mark's cock out of his jeans and stroked it, Mark kissing him harder. Sören lay over Mark's lap, sucking him, but before Mark could come like that he pulled Sören off his cock, kissed him hard, and gave him an intense look.
"There's lube in my pocket," Mark said.
Sören threw his head back and his laughter rang out. "Always prepared... were you a Boy Scout?"
Mark nipped Sören's lower lip and undid Sören's jeans.
They lubed Mark's cock together and spent a few more minutes kissing, Mark readying him with slick fingers. Then Sören straddled Mark's lap and rode him, right there in the back seat of Mark's Jaguar. Sören had a little concern that they could get caught, since they were in the parking lot of the plaza and not in an especially discrete place, but that was part of the kinky thrill. Mark's arms held him tight, their mouths kissing again and again, moaning into each kiss.
Then at last Mark began to stroke Sören's cock as Sören rode faster, harder. Sören's cries were getting louder, loud enough that Sören wondered once again if they were going to get caught. Mark's eyes widened at one particularly loud cry, and Sören moaned, "Sorry, I can't help it -"
"Shhh, I know, baby." Mark stuck the index and middle fingers of his free hand in Sören's mouth.
Sören moaned around Mark's fingers in his mouth but that muffled his cries a bit. And it made the fuck even hotter - Sören didn't know what it was about sucking Mark's long, sensuous fingers that was such a turn-on, but it was. Mark kissed and nibbled his neck and continued stroking Sören's cock, groaning as Sören bounced on him. "That's it, baby. Almost there..."
"Mmmmmmhmmm." Sören's eyes met Mark's and he sucked Mark's fingers harder.
Mark lifted his shirt a little and Sören's hands ran over what he could touch of Mark's chest and stomach. Feeling Mark quiver beneath his touch was what sent Sören over the edge, screaming around Mark's fingers as he began to shoot. He saw, as his cum splashed onto Mark's bare skin, that Mark lifting up his shirt was just as much for practicality as it was for intimacy, and after Mark came with a cry, Sören giggled, leaning on Mark's shoulder.
"So responsible," Sören said.
Mark pet Sören's curls. "Well, as much as one can be, fucking in the back seat of a car." He laughed. "I can't believe we just did that."
Sören raised an eyebrow. "Haven't you..."
"No."
Sören cocked his head to one side. "You have that bad boy look to you and you've never done anything like fuck in a car? Wow."
"Really, Sören. But I'm glad we did." Mark grinned. "A car is easier to clean, for one thing." He looked at where Sören had missed shooting onto Mark's skin and had shot on the seat.
Sören doubled over laughing. "I can't even with you."
Mark's arms tightened around him, and Mark gave him a little kiss, then pulled him close, rocking him. "I love you."
Sören kissed the tip of his nose. "I know."
On the way home Sören couldn't stop giggling at what they'd done, feeling young again... feeling that innocence of love fresh and new, reckless and wild. Sören loved that they were passionate enough about each other to throw caution to the wind and just fuck anytime, anyplace... and he wanted more.
Sören and Mark carried their laundry inside. Before Mark could start unloading the basket of sheets, Sören slammed him up against the wall. "I want you," Sören rasped. "Now."
"Baby, I have to make the bed first." Mark looked at the bed.
Sören got naked while Mark made the bed, and as soon as it was ready, Sören climbed on. And found himself getting on all fours, face down, ass up. "Now," he panted. "Please..."
Sören couldn't believe it. Seth had assaulted him from behind, more than once. He never thought he'd want sex in this position again. And yet here he was, wanton, desperate. He wiggled his ass at Mark as Mark got undressed.
Once naked, Mark got on his knees behind Sören. "You want this?"
"So fucking bad. Please. Take me. Fuck me."
Mark grabbed Sören's hips and pushed into him. When Mark was all the way in, Sören cried out.
Mark rested there for a moment, giving Sören time to adjust. As bad as Sören wanted to be fucked raw, Mark seemed to intuitively understand Sören's history with this position and he went slowly, gently at first. Sensually. He lay on top of Sören, put an arm around him. Sören took his hand, and Mark tilted Sören's face and kissed him.
"I love you." Mark kissed him again. "So much."
"I love you." The care and consideration brought tears to Sören's eyes. There was no fear. No pain - though he knew he'd be sore again later, as his body wasn't quite used to regular fucking yet.
Mark squeezed his hand.
Mark went slowly for awhile, laying on top of Sören, with Sören's face turned to him so they could kiss. Breathe each other in. The slow rubbing of Mark's cock inside him at this angle was so good, and Sören gently rocked his hips back against Mark's.
At last Mark rose up on his knees, grabbed Sören's hips, and started to drive into him harder, faster. "Yes, yes, yes," Sören panted, rocking harder against him, fucking himself on Mark's cock. "Oh god... fuck me, Mark... fuck me..."
"Oh, Sören." Mark gave a deep groan. "Fucking Hells, Sören, I want you."
"I want you. I want this, I need this, I need more..." Sören shuddered. "I'm such a fucking slut for you."
One of Mark's hands began to caress Sören's back and ass, and the other fisted his curls. "You feel so. Fucking. Good."
"Mmmmmm, I love your cock inside me," Sören panted. "Love the way you fuck me..."
"Love fucking you."
"So much better than anyone."
"That's because this is mine." Mark slapped Sören's ass.
"Oh, fuck!" Sören almost came from that, and let out a whimper as he rocked against Mark harder, faster. "Fuck... oh god yes, Mark, it's yours..."
"Mine." Mark sped up inside him. "You're mine."
"Fuck... more... more, more..." Sören was out of control now, bucking against him wildly, fisting the sheets white-knuckled. His entire body trembled, feeling himself right on that edge of orgasm.
"Mine. You're mine now."
"More, more, more... don't stop, don't you fucking stop, more..."
Mark's hand rubbed Sören's ass, and slapped it again. "Mine. To fuck whenever I want, as much as I want, and you'll give it to me willingly, won't you?"
"God, yes, want you to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me..." Sören shuddered. "Want to be such a fucking slut for you..."
Mark fucked him even harder. "Want. You."
"Yes, yes... more... more, more, I want you, I need you so bad..."
"You're mine." A growl. "Mine."
Sören let out a little sob. He was so close, so completely lost in pleasure and hunger and lust...
Mark's finger trailed down Sören's spine, achingly, tormentingly slowly. Sören shivered and cried out. Mark rasped, "You want me to breed this ass?"
"God, yes, fill it with your cum, please..."
"Come for me."
The sound of his voice, the touch of his finger along his spine, cock hitting his prostate just right... Sören exploded, screaming into the pillows, crying with the overwhelming pleasure of his release, the overwhelming love and trust he felt, so free...
Mark spent into him making vicious animal noises, and then collapsed on top of him, shuddering, gasping. Mark's arms circled around him and Mark rubbed his nose in Sören's curls, then they kissed and Sören wept some more.
"Are you OK, honey?" Mark pet him, concern in his eyes.
Sören nodded, smiling through his tears. He took Mark's hand and kissed it. "Joy," was all he could choke out.
Mark gently rolled Sören onto his side and pulled him close, rocked him. Sören could feel Mark shaking, and knew from the little shivering breath that Mark was crying too. "I love you," Mark said, his voice breaking.
"I love you. God, Mark, I love you." Sören squeezed him. "Thank you."
"The pleasure was mine." Mark smiled. He gave Sören a sweet little kiss. "That was really... intense. Beautiful."
"Sacred and profane," Sören husked.
"God, yes." Mark kissed him harder.
When they pulled apart, breathing hard, Mark said, "You're mine, but I'm yours, too."
Sören smirked, knowing what was going to happen next.
"I have to get up to get the lube."
Mark did - even those few seconds apart felt too long - and when Mark got back on the bed, Sören rolled him onto his back. He squirted lube directly into Mark's opening, and worked his fingers inside as they kissed. At last Mark took Sören's hand, pulling the fingers out, and rested Sören's hand on his heart. "Love me," he whispered. "Make me yours."
Sören kissed him as he pushed inside, and Mark's arms wrapped around him. When Sören was all the way in he let out a deep sigh, feeling perfect contentment - as badly as he needed to fuck, and Mark needed to be fucked, he could stay like this forever, Mark holding him this way.
Sören opened his eyes and saw the heat in Mark's own, molten silver. They kissed again and Sören began to rock away, one flesh, one need.
"Yours," Mark husked.
"Mine."