"Thank you for the birthday cake, little one. You did a very good job."
Sören smiled. "I'm glad you liked it, Daddy." He cocked his head to one side. "Would you like another piece?"
Nicholas's dark eyes twinkled as he gave Sören a pointed look. "There's something else I'd rather eat, now."
Sören's cunt throbbed with anticipation. "Oh, myyyyy."
Nicholas swatted Sören's ass, then he tenderly touched the younger man's face. "Shall we head to the bedroom, mon cher?"
Sören patted his arm - he had plans, and now was the time to put them into action. "You can wait there for me, I need to get your other birthday present ready."
"All right." Nicholas smiled, stole a little kiss, and then he sauntered off to the bedroom.
Sören went to his art room and opened up one of his supply drawers, where he'd been stashing his costume to keep it a surprise. He grabbed the bag it was in and went to the bathroom to change out of his clothes and put it on, nervous and excited - he'd never worn something like this before, though he'd fantasized about it.
Before Sören stepped out, he took a look at himself in the bathroom mirror. His shoulder-length black curls were loose, and with his brown eyes and short dark beard framing full lips, he'd been told countless times he bore a resemblance to the actor who played Jon Snow. He was almost naked, exposing the full sleeve tattoos he had on his arms - flames on the right, ocean waves on the left, leading out to a fire phoenix and water phoenix doing a mating dance on his back. The only thing he was wearing was white gold chain - an O-ring collar around his neck, leading down to a chain between the captive bead rings in his pierced nipples, then more chains encircling his waist, connecting to his horizontal clitoral hood piercing, another captive bead ring. Sören looked down at his bush, and could see his clit already hard, aching for relief; he was slick with desire, having waited for this all day, craving Nicholas's body on his for hours. Soon, very soon, he would get what he wanted.
Sören took a deep breath. He felt confident and sexy, and he hoped Nicholas would enjoy the costume. Over the five years that Sören had been living as male, a few other trans guys had taken shots at him for not being macho, but Nicholas - who'd transitioned almost twenty years ago when it was much harder and felt infighting in the community was a luxury no one could afford - had been something of a mentor to him and had never criticized his pretty moments. Nor had the other half of their quad, Anthony and Mark, who were in the UK visiting Anthony's mum for the holidays. Sören silently cursed under his breath that he'd forgotten to bring his phone to take a selfie and show them, but he told himself he could show them in-person when they got back, and that would be good enough.
It was showtime.
In the bedroom, tealight candles glowed on top of the dressers. Nicholas was sitting in the armchair, wearing a black silk robe open at the waist - and nothing underneath, revealing the silver bush and pelt on his chest that matched his hair and beard. Nicholas was olive-complexioned and handsome in a severe way, high cheekbones, a patrician nose, and bushy salt-and-pepper brows. Sören always thought he was gorgeous, especially now, taking in the delicious sight of Nicholas's bottom growth, hard and ready for him.
Nicholas's breath hitched as Sören walked in. "Mon Dieu."
"You like it, Daddy?"
"You look... exquisite." Nicholas looked Sören up and down. "Good enough to eat."
Sören giggled. "Jæja, you have to wait a few minutes." As much as he was dying to feel Nicholas's tongue on him - and aching to feel Nicholas's clit on his even more - he was on a mission.
For weeks, Sören had been practicing bellydance with a video. He put on the accompanying CD, picked out his favorite track, and worked his hips to the energetic Middle Eastern rhythm, chains swaying and tinkling. At first Sören danced a few feet away, but as the song's beat intensified, Sören got closer, giving Nicholas a lapdance and a better look. He almost came as Nicholas began to caress him, hands sliding over his chest and stomach and hips and thighs, and back up. "Such a beautiful body," Nicholas purred.
Sören couldn't resist returning the love, enjoying the feel of Nicholas's chest hair underneath his palms and fingers. "You're so sexy, Daddy."
"Mmmmmmm. You make a lovely present, wrapped up like this."
Sören moved even closer, sensuously gyrating. Nicholas pulled him into a kiss, then licked down Sören's neck and seized a nipple with his mouth, making Sören cry out. As Nicholas lapped, suckled, and nibbled, he played with the other nipple, rolling and pinching. Sören reached out to rub Nicholas's own nipples with his thumbs, his cunt throbbing as he watched them harden into thick, swollen peaks. Nicholas went back and forth between Sören's nipples, his mouth on one, hand on the other, and when his free hand pulled on the chain just above Sören's clit ring, teasing Sören's clit without touching it directly, Sören felt the flutters of a small climax and cried out.
Nicholas chuckled, and his hand went lower - this time he did touch Sören's clit, a gentle caress before dipping a finger inside him. "My, so wet." He kissed Sören again. "Let's take this to the bed."
"Yes, Daddy."
Nicholas rose up, let his robe fall to the floor, quickly folded it and draped it over the back of the armchair, then he picked up Sören like he weighed nothing and carried him over to the bed, kissing him all the way there.
Nicholas set Sören down on the bed, tousled his curls, then climbed on the bed, propped up pillows and leaned back, and patted his shoulders. "Sit on Daddy's face, love." When Sören straddled Nicholas's shoulders, Nicholas husked, "That's a good boy."
Nicholas kissed Sören's stomach and thighs, then at last began to lick Sören's clit with slow, languid strokes of his tongue. Sören held onto the headboard, gently rolling his hips, groaning with pleasure. He was already so pent up and close to coming, but he made himself hold back, savoring the sweetness of Nicholas's tongue. The pleasure intensified as Nicholas licked harder, faster, then sucked Sören's clit like it was a cock. From the way Nicholas moved underneath him, Sören knew Nicholas was touching himself, confirmed a moment later by soft squishing sounds. Sören moaned louder - it was even hotter that Nicholas was getting into this, too.
As much as Sören tried to edge himself, going deeper and deeper into sensation, he could feel the tension building to the shatterpoint, his thighs quivering as Nicholas slurped at him, his whiskers tickling Sören's pussy. Sören couldn't help fucking himself on Nicholas's mouth, panting, whimpering as he got closer, closer...
Just before he could climax, Nicholas stopped - Sören looked down and saw a creamy mess on Nicholas's lips and beard - and then Nicholas reached up, fingers slick with his own cream, and presented them to Sören's mouth to suck. As Sören sucked Nicholas's fingers, tasting Nicholas's musky juices, Nicholas took a few more slow, teasing licks. Then he rasped, "Daddy wants to fuck."
Sören's cunt throbbed. He climbed down from Nicholas's shoulders, and watched as Nicholas opened the bedtable drawer and pulled out the strapless dildo they kept there. Sometimes Nicholas liked to fuck him with a dildo before fucking him clit to clit - it was extra sloppy that way - and Sören heard himself whine like he was in heat, once again having a small release... but not enough, needing more.
Once Nicholas was wearing the cock, Sören got on his hands and knees, face down, ass up. Nicholas stood by the edge of the bed and took him; Sören cried out as the cock stretched and filled him. "Yes, Daddy..." Sören shuddered and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, white-knuckled.
Nicholas began to thrust slowly, while his fingers brushed up and down Sören's spine, knowing just how to tease him. But soon Nicholas got into it, fucking hard, their hips slapping together, the cock making filthy wet suctioning sounds as it pushed in and out of Sören's dripping cunt. Nicholas reached around to play with Sören's clit, and his deep grunts were punctuated by Sören's broken cries. "Take Daddy's cock, love," Nicholas growled. "That's a good boy for Daddy."
"Daddy. Daddy..."
After a few minutes Nicholas pulled out, climbed onto the bed again, and pulled Sören atop him. Sören straddled Nicholas's hips and sank down; Nicholas held onto Sören as he rode for all he was worth, bouncing madly, rubbing his clit furiously. Nicholas leaned in to lap and suckle Sören's sensitive nipples again, and as he kept one arm around Sören, his hand played with the chain between Sören's nipples, making it tug on the rings. "Good boy," Nicholas whispered, before sucking hard. "Mmmmmm." He licked and nibbled. "Such a good, good boy for your Daddy."
"Oh, fuck, Daddy..."
Sören felt the tension build again, needing so badly to come, but not able to get enough of their hot, animalistic fuck, wanting Nicholas to fuck him and fuck him. And then, when he was on that edge again, about to go off, Nicholas stopped. "Lay back," he commanded.
Nicholas took off the strapless dildo and climbed atop Sören, spreading Sören's thighs and getting between them so their cunts lined up, clits touching. With a deep, passionate kiss, Nicholas began to grind against him, then their tongues licked together playfully, sensually, mirroring the way clit teased clit, sliding together back and forth and in circles. As their hips worked faster, they made that delicious wet smacking, slurping sound that drove Sören crazy. Crazier still as Nicholas resumed licking and sucking his nipples, playing with the chain. "My beautiful boy," Nicholas husked. "Daddy's good, sweet, beautiful boy..."
Sören's arms tightened around him, overcome with joy and passion. "I love you, Daddy. I love you. I love you..."
"Mmmmmm, Daddy loves you, little one." Nicholas licked and kissed Sören's neck. Then their eyes met, and Nicholas gave him a wicked smile. "Daddy's close, sweetheart."
"Yes, Daddy, yes, Daddy..." Sören's nails dug in Nicholas's back - he was ready to come now.
After another hungry kiss, Nicholas licked Sören's neck again and took Sören's hands in his. "Come with Daddy, boy."
Sören gave in with a fierce shout, cunt pulsing and pulsing, feeling that soaring euphoria. Nicholas groaned with satisfaction as his cunt contracted against Sören's and he squirted into him, making Sören contract harder. They kissed again, and again, clinging to each other. "Love you," Nicholas whispered. "I love you, darling."
"Oh, Daddy, I love you so much." Sören rubbed noses with him, before another sweet kiss. "Happy birthday, Daddy. I hope you liked your present."
"I loved it." Nicholas smiled. "We might have to make this an annual tradition, though I do hope Anthony and Mark will be here for it next year."
"Me, too." Sören sighed, missing them.
Nicholas chuckled. "Perhaps Mark could wear a matching costume to yours, and dance with you."
Sören grinned - if he wasn't so spent by an intense orgasm, he'd be horny all over again, with the mental images of putting on a show for Nicholas and Anthony. "Already looking forward to it."