I love waking up to this.
Sören moaned as he returned Mark's kisses, let out a gasp as Mark's cock bumped up against his, and a deep groan as cock rubbed against cock, hard and needy. Mark's hands slid over Sören's body, fingers walking, brushing, playing. Mark kissed Sören's neck and shoulder, and Sören sighed, shivering at the way Mark was already so familiar with his most erogenous zones.
Mark took Sören's face in his hands and kissed him again. "Mornin'," Sören mumbled, before kissing him back.
"Morning." Mark gave him a lazy smile, and nibbled at his neck. "I love you, you know."
Sören grinned. "You don't say." He stroked Mark's face, his hair, breath catching at the love in Mark's eyes, the look of tenderness and passion on his beautiful face. "I love you too. And I never get tired of hearing it."
"I will never get tired of telling you." Mark sucked Sören's lower lip into his mouth. After another deep kiss Mark said, "So we have a bit of a dilemma. We're out of lube."
Sören nodded. "I remember."
"We'll have to go out and get some later, but in the meantime there's a bunch of things we can do that don't involve penetration, and I'll let you decide."
Sören thought for a moment, though it was difficult to think with their cocks rubbing together, especially every time their sensitive frenulums met, making them both gasp. Realizing the effect he was having, Mark stopped grinding on him to let Sören think. They'd done a lot of oral yesterday and Sören's jaw needed a rest. They could rub their cocks together like they'd been doing, and come that way, but Sören considered other possibilities.
If they'd had lube, Sören would have suggested playing with the glass dildo - he found he really liked putting on a show for Mark. Thinking about the glass dildo reminded Sören that he'd brought another toy from Oregon, a vibrator. He hadn't used it in months, not since well before he and Seth broke up, but one of his favorite things had been using it to massage his frenulum, which led to insanely intense, eruptive orgasms. Something told Sören that Mark had never done anything like that and thinking about Mark coming that way, teasing him until he lost control, filled Sören with mad lust.
"Stay here, I need to get something," Sören said, and reluctantly got up from the warmth of Mark's embrace.
Sören went to the closet, and zipped open his suitcase. There was a discrete mesh panel where he'd tucked away his toys, and he withdrew the vibe and a pack of fresh batteries. Mark watched with amusement as Sören popped open the vibrator, put in the batteries, and then practically skipped back to the bed.
"This takes awhile but it's worth the wait, it makes me come really hard," Sören said, and with that, he turned the switch.
Nothing. The vibrator didn't go on.
"You've got to be shitting me," Sören said.
He took out the batteries and squinted. They were well before the expiration date. Sören frowned.
Mark produced a different set of batteries, same type, and loaded the vibe. He turned it on... still nothing.
"It's dead, Jim," Mark quipped, handing the vibe back to Sören.
"Well, fuck." Sören scowled as he slammed the dead vibe on the bedtable. "There goes that plan."
"S'OK." Mark pulled him down into a kiss, and Sören moaned as Mark's cock pressed against his once more. "We'll think of something."
"Mmmmmm. Lots of things we can do together."
"Yes." Mark's eyes lit up. "That's one of the many things I like about being with you. You get me to try new things."
Sören started kissing Mark's neck, as their hard cocks played together. He couldn't resist picking on him a little. "Jæja, like... Applesin in whiskey." He crinkled his nose and bit his lower lip.
Mark slapped Sören's ass, and Sören cried out - he loved it when Mark took charge like that - and then Sören responded with a show of control of his own, nipping Mark's neck. His cock twinged at the sound of Mark moaning, the feel of Mark shivering against him.
Mark smacked Sören's ass again. "You're so bad, Sören."
"Mmmmhmmmm." Sören's tongue soothed where his teeth had been. "You love it."
"I do." Their eyes met. Mark kissed him deeply. "I love you." He put his hand on Sören's heart. "You give me back something I thought I'd lost forever." He kissed Sören again. "We belong together. We fit together."
It wasn't quite a conversation about the future, but it gave Sören hope. Caught up in emotion, Sören kissed Mark back hard, and took Mark's hand and guided it down to their hard cocks, still rubbing together. Sören groaned into the kiss as Mark's hand wrapped around their cocks, stroking them together, gripping them tight. He covered Mark's hand with his, and they kissed again and again, lost in passion.
The tight grip of Mark's hand, the feel of Mark's cock against his - silk covering steel - and the way the sensitive ridge of their frenulums played together, it wasn't long for them to get to that edge, trembling, panting and gasping. Sören's balls tightened, felt like they were being squeezed, the pressure building in his thighs as he got closer. And just before he could come, Mark let go of their cocks and just rubbed his cock against Sören's, hands-free, a mischievous smile on his face. Sören growled at that and nipped Mark's lower lip.
"You fucking tease," Sören rasped.
Mark licked along the line of Sören's jaw, to his ear. "Consider it payback for your own teasing, Mr. Applesin In Whiskey."
Sören growled again. Mark laughed softly, and kissed him.
"Besides," Mark husked, fingers reaching to brush one of Sören's nipples, pinching and rubbing, "you know it'll be worth the wait. And it won't be that long now. We're both already so close." He kissed Sören's neck.
Sören shuddered, knowing how true that was. He moaned as Mark lowered his head to lick the nipple he'd been playing with, and gasped as Mark tugged on the nipple ring before licking the aching peak some more. He clutched Mark's head as Mark suckled, and bucked against him, rubbing his cock against Mark's harder and faster.
Then their mouths met again, tongues teasing. Their hands wandered, caressing, stroking, as their cocks kept rubbing, their balls rubbing together too. When Mark tugged Sören's nipple ring again, Sören reached around and his fingers brushed the sensitive place between Mark's balls and ass, and that set Mark off, throwing his head back with a cry as he climaxed. Watching Mark's cock shoot all over his, the feel of hot cum gushing over his cock... Sören let go too, screaming. They watched, moaning together, as cock spent on cock, cream flowing, an utterly debauched sight. Then Sören collected their combined essence on his fingertips and stuck his fingers in Mark's mouth, groaning as he watched Mark sucking his fingers, a look of sensual enjoyment on his face. Sören moaned around Mark's fingers in his mouth, feeding him their seed, savoring the taste. They kissed, sharing the lingering notes of their pleasure between them, and Mark's arms tightened around Sören as Sören pulled him close.
"That was good," Sören said.
Mark grinned. "I'm a musician. I know a few things about improvisation."
Sören had to. "Hi A Musician, I Know A Few -"
Mark growled and bit Sören's shoulder. Sören giggled, wheezing.
They cuddled for a little while, holding and petting each other, and finally Mark got up and came back with Sören's meds and a glass of water. Sören took his meds as he watched Mark change.
"We need to go buy lube," Mark said.
Sören nodded. "Jæja, that's important."
"I mean we could use butter again, but these aren't our sheets and lube is easier to wash." Mark smiled as he pulled a T-shirt on.
"Where were you planning on getting the lube, drugstore?"
"Yeah, that or a supermarket. Why?"
Sören picked up the dead vibrator from the bedtable. "I want to replace this, so would you mind taking me to an adult store?"
"You mean... a porn shop."
Sören nodded.
Mark's cheeks flushed slightly, and there was a moment of hesitation, and then he nodded. "OK."
They listened to hair metal on the way down - Sören was amused by "Cherry Pie" by Warrant coming on as they took the exit. Once the porn shop was in sight, Mark slowed down, and Sören watched him turn pink again. Sören grinned and patted his shoulder as Mark looked for a parking space.
"You ever been to one of these places before?" Sören asked him.
"That would be a no."
"I see." Sören nodded. Then he raised an eyebrow. "How does a queer guy in his early forties who's been single for a long time avoid something like this?"
"I have a hand, Sören."
Sören opened his mouth and clapped his hands over his cheeks in mock surprise. "You don't say. I had no idea. Especially not after this morning."
Mark rolled his eyes. Then he said, "I take it you have visited a place like this before?"
"A few times. Just enough to know what we can expect going in."
Sören and Mark walked in together arm-in-arm, making it obvious they were a couple. Sören grabbed a basket by the door, even though they were "just" here for lubricant and a vibrator, something told Sören they'd be coming back with more.
At the front of the store was lingerie on one side and videos, magazines, sex manuals and erotic novels on the other. As they walked further down they passed by a BDSM section with floggers, whips, canes, riding crops, paddles, collars and leashes, and all manner of bondage restraints. Sören found himself slowing down to look at the spanking implements, leashes and restraints out of the corner of his eye, and then marching ahead to the toys.
Mark glanced around, looking a little nervous, though Sören noticed he kept staring at certain shelves before looking away, his face more flushed than before. Sören compared vibrators and chose one in a purple design, putting it in the basket. Then he looked at the dildos, even though he already had one. He thought about the fact that he and Mark were both versatile, as his gaze fell upon a selection of double dildos. Mark watched as Sören reached for a box that had a flexible double dildo, and presented it to him. "You think playing with something like this would be fun?" Sören asked.
Mark hesitated, and then he nodded, grinning. "God, I feel like such a pervert right now."
"We are," Sören said, and Mark laughed, putting an arm around Sören's waist and drawing him in for a little kiss. Sören put the double dildo in the basket.
"Well, since I've let my inner perv come out to play..." Mark showed Sören one of the toys that got his attention. It was a buttplug. "Remember how you were in the kitchen yesterday?"
"I don't think I'll ever forget that, Mark," Sören husked, a shiver going down his spine. It would be one of the most delicious memories of his life, whatever ended up happening between them.
"If you're serious about letting me take it anytime, anyplace..." Mark picked the box with the buttplug off the shelf. "This will keep you open."
"So you..." Now it was Sören's turn to feel a little bashful. "You want me to start wearing a buttplug?"
"Only if you're willing. I don't want to pressure you into something you don't want to do."
"Being ready to be fucked by you at anytime?" Sören pressed his hand to his forehead and staggered backwards with an eyeroll. "That sounds awful, I don't think I can handle it," he said sarcastically. He elbowed Mark to let Mark know he was joking, and took the box from him, giggling, looking at the buttplug showcased in the box and the details on the back of the box for a better look. As he did, Mark pet him, which felt nice. Though it was also arousing as well as soothing; Sören's cock was starting to get uncomfortable in his jean shorts, and he glanced over at Mark and saw Mark had a noticeable bulge in his jeans too.
"You getting hot thinking about me wearing this?" Sören whispered.
Mark nodded. "You out in public, wearing this under your clothes because I told you to, so you can be ready for me whenever..."
Sören shuddered. And again when Mark kissed him, a lingering kiss that left him breathless.
The idea of being out in public with the plug up his ass, and nobody would know but him and Mark - and Mark would definitely know, and give him that knowing look, thinking about it, maybe even taking him in a public or semi-public place... it was so wanton, so shameless. Sören loved that slutty feeling, so free after the hell he'd been through with Seth. It felt healing, to be like this. It felt powerful.
It also felt like a token of commitment. Sören didn't know when they were going to have the talk about their future - it needed to happen before they left Sausalito and went back to Oregon. He was pretty sure at this point that it probably wasn't just a summer fling, with how many times Mark had said "I love you", all of the other things he'd said, the little things - Mark looking out for him, taking care of him - and now, this, something almost close to a symbol of ownership. He didn't know quite where Mark was on the page of committing to something long-term and he was still afraid to go there and ask, but this made him a little less nervous about it.
Sören put the buttplug in the basket, and Mark led him to a nearby shelf unit that had different varieties of lube. They stocked up on regular lubricant as well as flavored lubricant - Sören picked out strawberry and passionfruit flavors - and they also got flavored massage oil, going for vanilla.
After they put the lube and massage oil in the basket, they started heading towards the checkout in the front of the store. And once again they passed by the BDSM equipment and Sören slowed down, then paused. He found himself walking over, and after a moment Mark followed him.
Sören looked through the measurements of the collars - he knew what size choker he took when he used to get gothed up to go clubbing in Toronto. When he found the right size he took down a black leather collar with an O-ring, opened it, and put it on. Then he grabbed a matching leash, clipped it into the collar, and put it in Mark's hand.
"What do you think?" Sören asked. "I'm not into lifestyle, 24/7, but... it could be fun to play like this sometimes."
Mark's response was to pull on the leash, dragging Sören closer, and he wrapped the leash around his hand as he pulled Sören in for a deep, hungry kiss. Then he took the collar off Sören, and threw the collar and leash in the basket, eyes locked on Sören, intense. Sören felt another shiver down his spine.
Sören noticed Mark was looking at the restraints. His breath hitched. He giggled when Mark took a box of handcuffs off the wall. "This could be fun too," he said, and Sören nodded, grinning. Mark put that in the basket. Then a pair of silk scarves. And at last, a length of rope, purple. "Matches the vibe," Mark said.
"How aesthetic of you."
"Well, you are the artiste, are you not?"
Sören gave him a little peck and playfully grabbed his ass, still giggling.
"I'll pay for everything," Mark said, taking the basket from Sören, and then Mark said under his breath, "I still can't believe I'm doing this."
When they were out of the store and got in the Jaguar, Sören and Mark started laughing. "We did that," Mark said.
"We did."
"God." Mark shook his head. "What have you done to me, Sören."
"Mmmmmm, we'll have to keep exploring that." Sören leaned in and kissed him.
Mark kissed him back, and then he put the keys in the ignition. "We better get out of here."
But Sören and Mark were both worked up; the hard-on in Mark's jeans was even more obvious now. Sören kept stealing glances at it, and finally his lust got the better of him and he reached over to rub the hard bulge, making Mark groan.
"Oh, fuck, Sören."
"I want to suck you off in the worst way."
Mark moaned. "Shit, Sören, I'm driving -"
"Hi Driving."
Mark gave him a murderous look. Sören crinkled his nose and bit his lower lip. Mark growled at that, kissed Sören hard, and then he rasped, "Go for it."
Sören got Mark's cock out and dove down, sucking while Mark was on the road. Mark managed to keep driving at first, though he did have to slow down. The thrill of the moment intensified Sören's lust and he sucked Mark with hunger and enthusiasm. As Mark got closer, it got to be too much and he pulled over, grabbing Sören's head and leaning back in the driver's seat, shivering, gasping and moaning as Sören sucked him to an ejaculation.
Sören kissed him, letting Mark taste himself, and then he grinned - his own cock was aching for relief now but the glowy feeling of power and pride was well worth it.
"Jesus." Mark laughed. "I've never done that before."
"Neither have I."
"Really."
Sören nodded solemnly. "I like to try new things."
"I guess so." Mark looked down at the way Sören's jean shorts were tenting. "We should take care of that, too."
Sören whipped it out, and stroked himself, loving Mark's rapt attention. As he got closer, Mark reached for the shopping bag in the back seat, and Sören's eyes widened as Mark pulled out the box with the vibrator, and the package of batteries. Mark loaded the vibe, turned it on, and held the vibrator to Sören's frenulum.
Sören gave a cry, and again as Mark leaned in, kissing his neck. "You are so fucking hot," Mark whispered. "I love how completely debauched and slutty you are."
"You make me this way," Sören whispered back. "I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone."
Mark tilted Sören's head and kissed him passionately, both of them moaning into the kiss. Mark switched the vibe to its next highest setting and continued rubbing it against Sören's frenulum, kissing Sören's neck again as he watched Sören's cock drip precum.
Sören let go before Mark could catch it with a napkin and, coming hard, a seemingly endless eruption of ecstasy, he made a mess all over the glove compartment and inside windshield, as well as his own clothes. But Mark, fastidious though he was about his car, laughed, not even mad. "God, Sören," he breathed as he wiped up what he could. "That was hot."
They sat there for a moment and then raindrops began falling on the windshield. "Wow, man, I made it rain," Sören joked.
"I guess fucking so." Mark laughed again, turning on the windshield wipers. "God, I still can't believe we did that. Any of that."
"We've entered a whole new world," Sören said.
Mark took Sören's hand and kissed it. "You've made the world new again for me, Sören."
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Though Sören's body was more used to bottoming now than it had been after months of sexual inactivity, it was one thing to bottom regularly and another thing to wear a buttplug regularly. Having the buttplug in for extended periods would be an adjustment, something to ease into gradually.
The passion between them fueled the creative impulse. They took a walk on the beach in the afternoon, after the rain, then took a nap, and when they woke in the late afternoon with the rain started up again, Sören took a shower, then Mark did, then they had another all-nighter of music and art. Sören began painting Hawk Hill, intending to paint his memory of Mark with the blue butterfly dancing on his finger. Mark's improvisations were ethereal, celestial, with Sören needing to take breaks as he got teared up.
At last Mark said, "I haven't forgotten about that song I owe for the painting."
"I think you've more than paid, Mark."
"Well... this isn't something I wrote, but I'd still like to play it for you, if I could."
Sören stopped painting and sat, waiting.
Mark flexed his fingers and began plucking chords on the harp - something that was familiar to Sören, but also presented in a new way, arranged on harp. Mark's rich, crystalline tenor sang as he played.
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
Sören started to cry. Mark's eyes were too bright, holding back tears during the song, and now he cried too. Sören came over to him and sat on his lap and they held each other, rocking, crying together.
"I don't want this to be just for the summer," Sören choked out, finally letting it out. "I want to be with you."
Mark took Sören's hands and kissed them. "I want to be with you too, Sören."
"Be my boyfriend." Sören laughed through his tears and rolled his eyes. "It sounds so weird calling a man your age 'boyfriend' -"
"It does, but I'll accept it." Mark stroked Sören's face, and pulled him close, kissing the top of his head, nuzzling his curls. "Yes, Sören. We're doing this."
"Husband" sounds better than "boyfriend". Sören desperately wanted to propose, wanted to tell Mark that he was in this for life if Mark would have him. No one had ever made him feel this way before, so truly, madly, deeply in love. But he didn't want to scare Mark away. It was enough, for now, to hear that they had a future beyond this summer. It hadn't been completely settled yet - Sören imagined they might need to have more discussions about it, where they were going. But in the meantime, his heart soared.
They kissed. Sören felt that sexual need stirring in him, and then his stomach growled - they'd forgotten about dinner, wrapped up in the act of creation. Mark gave him a look and then checked the time. "Yeah, we better do the food thing." Mark grinned at Sören. "Denny's?"
"For once you're the one suggesting Denny's?"
"Apparently."
"Wow. You keep this up and you might even suggest orange soda in whiskey soon."
Mark slapped Sören's ass. "Brat."
Sören's cock twinged. He giggled when he got up from Mark's lap. Hungry though he was, he was feeling randy, and he decided it was time to break in the buttplug. After taking care of business in the bathroom and cleaning himself out well, he lubed up the plug and worked it in. Even as much as Sören was used to having things up there now he still needed to go slow, and it felt a little weird when he put his underwear and shorts back on.
They split nachos and chicken fingers at Denny's, which wasn't the healthiest thing but it was OK to live a little. Sören had orange soda just to get under Mark's skin about the Applesin in whiskey some more - the way Mark's thick eyebrows tensed and his eyes narrowed as he glared made Sören even hornier. Sören crinkled his nose and bit his lower lip, and started playing footsie with Mark under the table just before blowing bubbles into his already carbonated, bubbly drink.
"You are so ridiculous," Mark said.
"Takk."
"Every day you manage to astound me with new levels of ridiculousness."
Sören grinned. "Jæja... says the man who suggested I wear a buttplug out in public." Sören's voice lowered, since they weren't alone in the restaurant - it wasn't crowded, being late at night, but there were the juggalos again, and a group of stoners, and a couple folks eating alone. "I'm wearing the buttplug right now."
"You're wearing a buttplug in Denny's."
Sören nodded, doubling over, tearing up, his sides aching from the sheer silliness of it. "Yes, Mark, I am wearing a buttplug in Denny's."
Mark facepalmed, laughing too. "Wow. Just... wow, Sören."
After Denny's they went to the Marin Headlands, climbing Hawk Hill to see the sunrise. There was some lingering fog from the rains last evening, but they still got to see some of the Golden Gate Bridge and the Bay, breathtaking in the riot of scarlet and gold.
"No matter how many times I see a sunset or a sunrise," Sören mused aloud, "it never gets old. No two are exactly the same. And each one is perfect."
Mark took Sören's hand and kissed it, and then tilted Sören's face to his, leaning in to kiss him. "I love you."
"I love you."
As soon as they got back at the beach house, Mark began stripping off Sören's clothes, overcome by the emotion Sören had roused in him during the sunrise. Sören returned the favor, helping Mark out of his clothes, leaving a trail from the living room to the bedroom.
Mark got on the bed and took Sören's hands, pulling Sören down on the bed with him, on top of him. He wrapped his arms around Sören and held him tight as Sören leaned in to kiss him. They moaned as their cocks rubbed together, kissing some more. Sören collected his precum on his fingers for Mark to taste, and as Mark sucked his fingers, looking at Sören with heat in his eyes, Sören wanted.
Sören climbed down from Mark for just a minute and turned around, getting on all fours, giving a sassy butt wiggle to show Mark the plug in his ass. Mark groaned, and pulled it out of Sören. It made a satisfying pop when it was out, and Sören wiggled his ass again. Sören cried out as Mark poured lube into his opening - he saw it was the flavored passionfruit lube. He noticed that just before Mark grabbed his waist, guiding Sören to scoot up until Sören was sitting on his shoulders.
Mark held Sören's thighs and spent the next while devouring him, his talented tongue working Sören into a frenzy. Sören cried out so loudly it hurt his throat, but he couldn't stop making noises, it felt too good. Mark's tongue lapped at him hard, and then more slowly, teasingly, before speeding up, faster than before, and at last Sören found himself riding Mark's face, fucking himself on Mark's tongue. So, so close to orgasm.
Just before Sören could come, Mark patted his ass, a cue for Sören to get down. Sören climbed off Mark's face, and Mark took the passionfruit lubricant and coated his own cock. Sören dove right down. The lubricant was surprisingly delicious, though Sören liked having Mark's cock in his mouth anyway, finding it soothing and arousing all at once. Mark clutched Sören's head, voice rising and falling in those musical moans that Sören loved so much. He liked seeing Mark undone, the passion building and rising until Mark was pulling Sören's curls, thrusting into his mouth.
And before Mark could come in Sören's mouth, he ground out, "Stop." Sören stopped, and Mark added more lubricant. "I want to feel you," Mark whispered.
Sören straddled Mark's hips, and impaled himself on Mark's cock. He began to ride, slowly. Mark took his hands, watching Sören with a look of awe on his face.
"You're beautiful." Mark stroked Sören's face, and Sören smiled, before sucking the tip of Mark's thumb.
There was indeed something powerful and healing about Sören letting Mark take him anytime, in any number of submissive positions, wanting it again, trusting him enough to surrender. And here, now, Sören was on top - taking Mark inside him, but he was the one in control, riding... claiming, conquering, celebrating. This wasn't just an act of love, an act of pleasure, it was an act of triumph. An act of joy.