"Oh, Mark."
While Sören wasn't a morning person, he found he could get used to Mark waking him up raining kisses over his face, then feverish, hungry kisses at his neck as he felt Sören stir, Mark's hard cock rubbing up on him, hands roaming over Sören's body. Sören shivered - he too was sporting a morning erection, and now it was throbbing, aching for attention as Mark kissed, licked, and nibbled his neck and shoulder.
Mark paused a moment to stroke Sören's face, pet his curls, and gently kissed Sören's forehead, then smiled at him. "Good morning, love."
"Mmmm, yes, it's a good morning waking up next to you." Sören grabbed Mark's head and kissed him hard.
"It's a beautiful, sunny day... because I have my beautiful sunshine right here." Mark kissed the tip of Sören's nose.
Sören bit Mark's lower lip, touched by his words - the tug at his heart also went straight to his cock. "God, I love you." Sören kissed him again. "And want you."
Mark's hand reached between them and took their hard cocks together in his fist, stroking slowly. Sören moaned, slowly rolling his hips to thrust into the hand holding them. They kissed again, and again, and then Mark whispered, "So what shall we do with these?"
Sören was still slightly sore, as his body got used to the new normal of bottoming again, but he wanted it. The thought of Mark's cock inside him - Mark claiming him, possessing him, filling him with cum, the evidence of their passion - was driving him mad with lust. "I want you to fuck me," Sören husked.
Mark kissed him back. "Mmmmm, good." He sucked on Sören's lower lip, and then his free hand reached for the lube he kept on the bedtable.
The tube was already looking spent as of last night, but now when Mark squeezed the tube only a small dollop came out onto his finger. Mark rolled his eyes. "I'd only bought a small tube because I didn't know if my attempt at seducing you would be effective or not - well, not until I caught you playing with the toy, anyway - but I didn't expect to be out this soon after opening it."
Sören grinned. "I guess we've been busy."
"I guess so."
The disappointed look on Mark's face was almost comical, and Sören gave into a moment of random silliness, singing out
I'm all out of lube
I'm so lost without you
I know you were tight
no bottoming for so long
I'm all out of lube
what am I without you
I can't be too late
to say that I love your dong
to the tune of "All Out of Love" by Air Supply.
Mark rolled to bury his face in the pillows, screaming, and when he picked his head up his face was bright red and his eyes were teary. He shook, and leaned against Sören, doubling over. "Goddammit Sören."
"Thank you, thank you, I'm here all week."
"I didn't think you could top the ridiculousness of you playing dildo air guitar to 'Walk This Way', but somehow, you have."
"It could be worse," Sören said, grinning.
"Oh no. Sören, nothing could be worse than you ruining Air Supply just now."
Challenge accepted, Sören thought to himself. He patted Mark's shoulder. "We're actually not completely out of lube, I have some in my room."
Sören got up and walked over to his bedroom, which he hadn't slept in for a few days now, and Sören was starting to wonder if he oughtn't just move his clothes into Mark's room for the rest of their stay, and keep his art supplies in the living room where Mark had his musical equipment. He flipped open the stained glass mirror box, and then he decided instead of just bringing the lube, he'd bring the entire box, since his dildo was in there too.
Mark was reclining against the pillows, gently stroking himself as Sören walked in. Sören climbed on the bed.
"That's pretty," Mark said, running a finger along the edge of the box.
"I bought that at the boutique Sharon works at. A lot of artsy handmade stuff. I guess I wanted a souvenir of the summer."
Sören put the box down on the bedtable. He held out the packet of condoms. "Condoms, which we don't actually need." He put it back in the box. "Lube." He handed Mark the bottle of lubricant. Then he took out the glass dildo, and started strumming it singing "Walk this way, talk this way..."
Mark facepalmed, laughing again. But then Mark looked like he wanted to eat Sören alive. Sören's cock throbbed in response.
"So," Mark said, "that's... the toy. The one you were pleasuring yourself with when I walked in on you."
Sören nodded solemnly. "It wasn't the first time I thought about you and used it on myself, either. It happened, ah, quite a few times."
"Hells, Sören." Mark closed his eyes and shivered, and then he looked at Sören with eyes that could drill through granite. "You were so hot that afternoon. I couldn't stop thinking about you playing with that thing all night." He leaned in and his breath was hot on Sören's neck as he whispered, "I had to bring myself off, fantasizing about what I'd seen." He licked Sören's neck.
The thought of Mark stroking his cock, fantasizing about the sight of Sören stroking his own cock and fucking himself with the dildo... Sören shuddered. "Fuck."
"Yeah." Mark kissed the sweet spot where Sören's neck and shoulder met, and Sören shuddered again, cock twinging. "You looked so delicious. I'd already been wanting you, but that..." His breath hitched. "That drove me crazy."
"Mmmmmmmm."
"So I have an idea." Mark gave him a pointed look. "I want to watch you."
"You want to watch me... play with this?"
Mark nodded. "I want to watch you make yourself come with your toy, and then have my way with you the way I thought about pouncing on you and fucking the shit out of you when I saw you coming."
Sören exhaled sharply. He'd had jerkoff sessions with fuckbuddies before, but that was different from performing for a live person - and he found he liked the idea a lot, it gave him a kinky thrill. "OK."
Mark took the glass dildo out of Sören's hand and he held it to Sören's lips. Sören started sucking it, getting it wet, even though he'd also be applying lube. Something about Mark holding the dildo as Sören sucked on it made his lust burn even hotter, and soon Sören was sucking it in earnest, like it was the real thing.
When Sören had his fill, he slicked the dildo with lube, and Mark helped by pouring lube directly into Sören's hole, then Sören poured it over his cock. Sören lay a pillow underneath his hips to make it easier. He raised his knees and spread his legs. Mark got on his knees and leaned against the bed, his head resting on his arms, eye level with Sören's exposed lower half to get a nice closeup view. Sören licked his lips, another shiver down his spine.
Sören guided the tip of the dildo to his hole, and began to work the toy slowly inside. He let out a moan when the toy was all the way in, and moaned again as he pulled it out most of the way, gave another moan as he pushed it back in. He pushed and pulled a few times before he started to stroke his cock, working in the same languid rhythm as the dildo fucking him. He was horny enough that he wanted to jerk himself off hard and fuck himself very hard, but he also wanted to give Mark a really nice show, incredibly turned on by the way Mark was looking at him as he watched.
So Sören played slowly, sensually. Teasing himself. Which was just as well because delayed gratification always made for a better orgasm, and he wanted to come really hard for Mark watching him, a repeat of when Mark had walked in on him, but even stronger. Sören gently rolled his hips as he got into it, moaning. "Oh, Mark," he breathed.
"Oh, baby. You are so. Fucking. Hot."
"Mmmmm." Sören shuddered. "God, I wish this was your cock inside me..."
"Soon, baby. Want to watch you play first."
Mark's voice was affecting him as much as those silver eyes and the look of lust on that proud, chiseled face. Sören worked himself just a little harder and faster, but not anywhere near as hard as he could. Still teasing. Just enough to feel good and want more, to stay lost in that delicious rhythm for awhile.
"Oh god, Mark." Sören was breathing harder, making little shuddery gasps. "Mark... oh god..."
"You are so beautiful right now." Mark took a deep breath. "Play with your nipples for me."
Sören took his hand from his cock and started to rub his nipple, while still working the dildo in and out of his hole. Mark groaned, and again as Sören plucked, flicking it around. Mark moaned loudly as Sören pinched and pulled at it, played with the ring - it was as much for stimulation as it was for adornment. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked, and his slick fingers rubbed his nipple more insistently.
"That's it. God, I want you." Mark's eyes were riveted.
Sören played with the other one, not able to keep from moving the dildo in and out harder and faster. He let out a cry, and Mark moaned in response. Mark gave a shuddery sigh as Sören licked his fingers again. Sören pinched his nipples, rubbed between his thumb and index finger, tugging, rolling. He wished it was Mark's mouth. "Oh, fuck," Sören gasped, trembling, his cock letting out a jet of precum from that thought.
His cock needed attention now, and his hand moved from his nipples back to his cock. Mark groaned, and Sören saw from only one arm being on the edge of the bed now that Mark was also stroking himself, watching. Sören crinkled his nose and bit his lower lip, pleased with Mark not able to hold back his own lust. Sören let out a "nnnn" as he stroked his cock, harder than before. Getting closer, but not yet.
Sören's hands sped up, and Sören noticed Mark was stroking himself harder too. Not able to resist teasing them both, Sören let go of his cock, giving a little whimper of protest, whimpering again as his finger brushed his nipple, danced, swirled, before taking it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it, pulling on the ring, fucking it between his index and middle fingers. Mark's breath caught. "Oh, Sören, fuck." Sören crinkled his nose and bit his lower lip again as he watched Mark tremble. Knowing he could make a close-to-seven-foot-tall man quiver like a bowl of Jell-O just from playing with his own nipples was a power trip, one that Sören reveled in. He wet his fingers and continued playing, teasing, as he rocked his hips, fucking himself on the glass cock sliding in and out of him as his hand continued working it in and out.
When Sören's hand went back down to his cock he knew he was almost there, not long now - he was too turned on by Mark's eyes blazing, the sounds Mark made as he touched himself, watching, the feeling of sheer wanton sluttiness, performing like this. And oh, his hand felt good, and the dildo rubbing against his prostate felt good. Not as good as Mark's cock, but still good. And it was Mark's cock taking him when this was all done, giving into that fantasy of what he'd wanted to do when he caught Sören, that Sören thought of as he moved in for the kill, jerking his cock so hard his hand was a blur and his cock rattled, bucking his hips furiously, the hand holding the dildo starting to ache as he reamed himself as hard as he could, harder, harder, harder. "Mark," Sören cried out, just like the day he'd been caught. "Oh, Mark... fuck me... ohgod Mark, fuck me, Mark, fuck me..."
"Yes, baby."
"Mark..." Sören bit his lower lip, quivering. He let out a little whine. "Mark... Mark..."
"Oh, baby. You're close, aren't you?"
Sören nodded and gave another plaintive whimper. "Mark... oh god Mark, I want your cock so bad... want you to fuck me hard..."
Mark exhaled. "I will, baby. Want you to come first..."
"Almost there." Sören bit his lower lip again and whimpered. "Mark, oh god, Mark."
"Yes."
"Mark!" Sören was close. He could feel himself clamping down on the dildo ramming him, even his thighs were quivering now, his stomach muscles... balls tightening, feeling ready to explode. There was a moment when he could barely breathe, body locking down, soclosesoclosesoclose and then when his eyes locked with Mark's he cried out "Oh Mark! Yes, yes, Mark, yes..." and let go.
It was glorious. Sören contracted around the dildo as he shot cum all over his chest and stomach, some even hitting his throat, his face. He howled, practically sobbing as his cock spent and spent, as his channel throbbed and pulsed and the tension in his body instantly melted to sweet, sweet bliss.
Mark climbed on the bed and on his hands and knees, moved over to Sören like a predatory cat pouncing its prey. Sören cried out, clutching Mark's head as Mark began to lick the cum from Sören's body, his throat, his chest, his stomach, licked his cock clean, licked more cum from his stomach and chest and throat on the way back up, and then lapped at the cum on Sören's face before kissing him deep and hungry. Mark's own cock was leaking so much precum the entire shaft was glistening with it, and Sören reached for it, guiding it to his opening, ready for him.
Mark took him, and there was no gentleness this time. Sören's legs were propped on Mark's shoulders, Mark kneeling between Sören's legs, pounding him hard. Hard enough that his balls slapped Sören's ass with each thrust, which Sören loved. Sören reached up and fisted the pillows, white-knuckled, writhing. "Oh shit, oh god, yes, Mark, yes," Sören cried out, rocking his hips back at Mark, matching his rhythm.
Sören shuddered as he gazed at Mark. Tall, the muscular build of a warrior, dark hair cascading down his back, beautiful, haughty face rapt in lust. Silver eyes looking at him like he was the only thing that existed in the universe.
"Fuck me, Mark... fuck me hard..." Sören quivered again.
"Oh, Sören, I want you."
Mark was jackhammering away inside him, and Sören loved it. Once in awhile - maybe more than once in awhile - Sören just needed to be fucked raw, and Mark's cock was working wild magic on his prostate. That, combined with the gorgeousness of Mark rocking into him, his powerful body in motion, all that beautiful long hair, those eyes, that voice.. Sören was already close to coming again.
"I want you, Mark. I love you fucking me like this..."
"You were made for this, Sören."
"God, yes. I love this. I love you."
"I love you, Sören. And I want you. I need you. Need you. So. Fucking. Bad."
"Take it," Sören panted. "Take it... fuck me... own my arse..."
"Mmmmmmm, Sören, you're mine."
"Mark..." Sören was right there on that edge again, about to fly off, hanging on just a little bit longer, needing his cock, needing his fuck... The sweet, luscious rubbing inside him, just right. The hot, primal ball-slapping, Mark's growls... "More, more..."
"As much as you want, baby."
"God, yes, more... oh god, more..." Sören shuddered. He was so fucking close. He could feel that moment about to swoop upon him, and held the glimmering release just out of reach, needing, hungering... "More. More. Mark, please, more..."
Mark groaned. "Never enough. I can't get enough of you..."
"Or you. God, Mark, I need this so much..." Sören gasped, shuddering again. "You... give me you..."
Mark's breath caught, and Sören could tell he was emotionally affected by that, not just physically. "You've got me, baby."
"I love you, Mark." Sören knew then it was the right time. "And I'm gonna come for you."
"Come for me, Sören."
Sören aimed his cock to shoot over Mark's body, his own body heaving again and again as he gave into his orgasm, feeling like he was dying and reborn, pleasure so intense it almost hurt. A few thrusts later Mark threw his head back and cried out "Sören!" as Sören felt Mark's hot seed flooding him, and Sören gave a wordless cry of his own at the cum shooting over his sensitized prostate, making him clench and throb around Mark's cock again.
Mark groaned, and shaking, he let himself down into Sören's waiting arms. Sören's arms and legs wrapped around him and they kissed deeply.
"I love you so much," Sören whispered.
"I love you." Mark kissed him again, and stroked Sören's curls, his face.
Mark rested against Sören's chest, listening to his heartbeat, while Sören pet Mark's hair. Sören's full-body relaxation made him fall half-asleep but not quite there, and a few minutes later Mark stirred and propped himself up on one elbow, petting Sören some more.
Sören thought about bringing up their future, but he was still wary of that subject. He started smaller. "Since I'm not really using my bedroom anymore, do you think I can move my stuff in here?"
Mark nodded. "I was going to suggest that later today."
Sören breathed a little sigh of relief, and nodded. "I'll put my art stuff in the living room." He grinned. "Not that I've made any art the last few days."
Mark gestured to the cum Sören left on his chest and stomach, and Sören's sides hurt, shaking with laughter. He snorted, and Mark laughed too.
"I mean actual art," Sören said, giving him a playful swat.
"Yeah, I know. We still have some weeks left on this place and we should be doing the tourist-y thing while we're here and instead we're... touring each other's bodies. Not that I mind."
"Mmmm, me either." Sören attempted a wink, but he couldn't wink to save his life and it was a clumsy blink instead. "So many fun things we can do with each other, too."
"Yeah, like... just now." Mark gave Sören a little kiss. "God, I can't get over how hot that was."
"You watching me was hot," Sören said. "Made me feel sexy."
"Oh baby, you are." Mark kissed Sören again, harder. "You are the sexiest thing alive, to me."
"I haven't felt sexy like that in a long time," Sören confessed. Then he giggled. "I felt like a porn star."
"I don't watch porn, but I would if it had you."
"That..." Sören giggled again, and snorted. "That's so sweet and ridiculous at the same time."
"You're still more ridiculous." Mark rolled his eyes. "I can't get over you fucking up that Air Supply song."
"I told you it could be worse." And then, with the words porn star on his mind, Sören heard himself belting out
Somebody
once
told
me
"Oh no," Mark muttered under his breath. "Hells..."
the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
"Sören no."
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
"SÖREN NO."
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
"SÖREN I SWEAR TO GOD."
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a porn star, get the show on, get laid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting sper-erm breaks the mold
Mark fell into the pillows, shaking the bed from laughing so hard. He attempted to give Sören a murderous look, but he broke down laughing again, tearing up, face red. Sören howled and snorted, and Mark leaned against Sören, heaving with laughter, tears rolling down his face.
"Sören, you are the fucking worst."
"I love you too." Sören kissed the tip of his nose.
"That was seriously disturbing, Sören." Mark wheezed a little. "Like, seriously. Disturbing."
"You know what's even more disturbing?" Sören's hand reached for Mark's cock, which was hard again. "You having a hard-on while I'm singing that."
Mark lost it again, and Sören giggled and snorted too. When they calmed down from their hysterics, they shared a sweet little kiss and Mark grinned at him. "I guess you're just so sexy to me that when you're being a completely ridiculous ass you're still sexy," Mark said, tweaking Sören's nose.
"Or you're just... what did you call it? Dorksexual."
"Yeah. That." Mark rolled his eyes.
"We could make porn together. Call it... the Dorka Sutra."
Mark nipped Sören's lower lip. "Fucking Hells, Sören."
Sören's hand started to play with Mark's cock. "Never knew Smash Mouth was a fetish, but hey, you learn something new every day."
Mark bit Sören's neck for that, and Sören had another gigglefit until Mark began to kiss his neck. Sören moaned.
"Let's get our game on," Mark said, reaching for Sören's cock, and Sören laughed again, before his laughter was silenced with a kiss.