When Sören got back from Portland early the next afternoon, Dooku's Jaguar was gone again. As soon as Sören heard Dooku's car pull in, he came out with his laundry, and Dooku led him inside. Sören immediately regretted not waiting, since Dooku was freshly returned from the gym and sweat-drenched, and the sight and smell got his libido going even after he'd been well-sated from another romp with Sharon before heading back to Corvallis. It was even worse when Sören was invited to make himself at home while Dooku showered down the hall, and Sören had the briefest fantasy of stealing down the hall and climbing in the shower with his best friend, lathering those strong muscles, that silver pelt on his chest...
He probably wouldn't appreciate that. And I need to stop thinking about him like this, that ship sailed away months ago.
Dooku came out in black silk pajamas and a robe, since he wasn't going back out later. It wasn't the first time Sören had seen him in that, but Sören couldn't remember reacting so strongly before, looking at the silver chest hair peeking out. "Will you be staying for dinner?" Dooku asked, as he assembled ingredients to throw in the slow cooker.
Sören shook his head. "Mark is picking me up tonight."
"Ah."
By the time Mark arrived to pick him up, Sören had an appetite for whatever Mark had planned. Sören would have welcomed it anyway, but his body was absolutely screaming with sexual frustration after having been around Dooku in his pajamas for hours. Sören felt a bit ashamed of himself, feeling that resurgence of lust for his best friend, but he tried to tell himself it was normal to look at an attractive person and it was one thing to look and another thing to act, and Sören knew better than to try to act when Dooku didn't seem interested in him that way.
Meanwhile, Mark was the real deal, to touch and to feel. And even twenty-four hours without him made Sören crave him, kissing Mark passionately as soon as he got in the Jaguar. Sören was feverish enough that Mark, who was well used to Sören's hunger by now, was surprised, laughing softly.
"Wow, Sören," Mark said as he gently pushed Sören off him, so he could drive. "I don't know what's gotten into you -"
"It's more like what's going to get into me." Sören crinkled his nose and bit his lower lip.
Mark laughed - Sören grinned, and felt that flutter in his stomach again; Mark was so beautiful when he laughed. "You are so bad."
"Takk."
Sören's stomach growled then, making Mark laugh some more. "Dinner will be ready when we get in," Mark said. "I've had the slow cooker going all day."
"You and Nico both. If you're making the same thing I'll be freaked out." Sören cocked his head to one side. "Whatcha making?"
"Lamb curry."
"Ooooooooh, nice. Nico was making a beef pot roast with vegetables."
"I thought about that but I know you like spicy food, so."
"Well, that was very thoughtful of you." Sören was touched by that, and gave Mark a little kiss. "And yes, I do like things hot."
Mark snorted. "Mmmhmm."
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After dinner, Sören wanted to go to bed and have sex right away, but instead Mark dragged him into the bathroom, undressing as the shower ran, the water heating up. "We waited over twenty-four hours," Mark said just before he pinched one of Sören's nipples, "what's another half-hour?"
Before Sören could protest, Mark gave him a kiss and shoved him into the shower. And Sören couldn't complain, really, not when Mark was naked and looked delicious when his body was glistening wet and his mane of hair was wet, and Mark's soapy hands were sliding over him, their hard cocks rubbing together.
When they got out of the shower Sören was more than ready for a good romp, but Mark reminded him, "I did tell you that I would have my way with you tonight... punish you for being so naughty."
Sören's cock throbbed, and he nodded solemnly, swallowing hard.
Mark lit candles on the candelabra around his black-walled bedroom, creating a dramatic, dark romantic ambiance that seemed perfect for what they were about to do, sending a frisson down Sören's spine. Then Mark produced the collar and the leash, putting the collar around Sören's neck and clipping the leash through. He sat on the edge of the canopy bed and took Sören over his knee. The leash was wrapped around one hand, and his free hand cupped Sören's chin as he said, "We're going to start with a good spanking. Twenty strokes. If it hurts too much and you need me to stop, say so."
Sören wiggled his ass with anticipation.
A few slaps in, Sören began rubbing against Mark's thigh, cock and balls aching, feeling the precum dripping as his body sang with pleasure-pain. By the time Mark was halfway through the twenty lashes, slapping Sören's ass harder and harder, Sören was panting for it, almost ashamed of the desperate way he was moaning and whimpering. At last the twenty strikes were done and Mark gently rubbed Sören's stinging ass.
"Such a pretty shade of red," he husked. He had Sören climb down from his lap, onto the bed. He gave a glare of mock disapproval of Sören's cock, which was flushed as deeply as Sören imagined his spanked ass might be, completely slick with precum that was still flowing. "Oh, what a slutty boy you are, enjoying that." Mark took a lick at a pool of precum, tongue brushing the sensitive frenulum feather-light. Sören gasped and cried out, bucking to him. "I punish you for being such a slut, and you love it like a slut. Which means you're going to keep being a slut to get punished more, aren't you?"
"Yes." Sören giggled.
"Incorrigible." Mark licked Sören's cock again. "Insatiable." Another lick and then he came up to kiss Sören open-mouthed, their tongues licking together playfully, sensually. Sören moaned and bucked against him again.
Sören watched as Mark brought out the length of rope that they'd bought at a sex shop in San Francisco over the summer. Mark grabbed Sören's arms one at a time and tied his wrists through the slots of the headboard. Mark ran his fingers down Sören's cheek, giving him a loving look that Sören returned. Then Sören felt Mark speak directly into his mind - the Elven ability of osanwë. Again, if this is too much, tell me to stop.
Mark spoke aloud. "I was horny for you last night, Sören." His voice got husky as he climbed back on the bed. "And since you weren't there... I had to use my hand." Mark gestured to his hard, dripping cock. Then he took himself in hand and began to stroke, slowly. Sören's eyes were riveted, and Sören made a whimper - the sight of Mark stroking himself was delicious, Sören badly wanted to play with or taste or take Mark's cock, and yet he wanted to keep watching Mark stroke it...
"That's right, Sören. You could have had this last night... but you were off being a slut, weren't you?"
Sören nodded, and licked his lips. "Please..."
Mark's eyes were like mercury. "Please, what."
"Please, let me take care of that cock for you..."
Mark gave him a small, wicked smile before he closed his eyes, let out a little moan, and began to stroke himself harder and faster. When his eyes met Sören's again the gaze was intense, as if Mark was fucking Sören with his eyes. Sören shivered. It was Sören's turn to moan as he watched Mark's thumb rub the frenulum, watched another drop of precum slide down Mark's shaft.
"I don't know, Sören. You've turned into an awfully spoiled little slut lately..." Mark closed his eyes again and licked his lips, and Sören moaned, louder, Sören's cock throbbing, wanting this gorgeous Elf so badly. Mark opened his eyes again. "And this feels so good I don't think I can make myself stop." Mark shuddered and gave a breathy moan that brought Sören perilously close to orgasm. Sören trembled as precum shot out of him.
"Please, Mark. Oh god."
Mark continued stroking himself. "Mmmmmm, Sören. Ohhhhhh, love." He was breathing harder, working his cock intently. "I came so fucking hard thinking about you last night. Had to bring myself off twice, in fact. Wanting you. Aching for you."
"Mark..." Sören twitched and gave a whimper. "Mark, dammit..."
"You get me so hot, Sören. Looking at you tied up and helpless like that... ready and willing to let me do anything I want to you... that you want to be used..."
"Ohgod." Sören heard himself whine and heat flooded him, almost ashamed of how badly he needed Mark.
Mark's gaze locked with his. "You want to be taken, don't you, Sören."
"Yes," Sören breathed.
"You went out to play yesterday, not just for yourself, but to tease me like the little brat you are... knowing I would tease you right back. Because this is what you want, isn't it? To be tamed. To be mastered, like a fire put to a purpose. You want to be claimed and owned by me."
"God, yes, yes, please, Mark, fuck me!" Sören writhed against the restraints, cock jolting at those words, wanting this more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life. Sören gave another desperate whine.
Mark was clearly getting himself worked up too, cheeks flushed, cock slick and dripping, stroking himself harder. Mark moaned and Sören did too, just before Sören gave another whine, hole twitching as his cock twinged, balls tightened, aching.
"Mark, please," Sören moaned. "Please, Mark, please, fuck me, take me, claim me..."
Mark shuddered and gave a deep groan at that, but still he kept stroking himself. "That's it, baby. Beg for it."
Sören gave a whimper. "Please, Mark. Please. Oh god, please. Mark. I need it. I need your cock in me so bad. I need you to fuck me. I need you..."
Those were apparently the magic words. With another deep groan, Mark stopped stroking his cock and came over to Sören. He untied Sören's wrists from the bed, and then he tugged on the leash, indicating that Sören should get down on all fours, facing him. Mark offered his cock and Sören hungrily swallowed it down to the hilt, bobbing up and down, sucking hard and fast. Mark held the leash and tugged on Sören's curls, getting vocal with his moans and gasps and sighs as Sören sucked for all he was worth, savoring the taste of Mark's precum, his own cock throbbing, aching for relief.
"That's right. Get this cock ready for you, because I'm going to fuck you hard."
Sören couldn't resist. He took Mark's cock out of his mouth to say, "Hi Going To Fuck You Hard -"
Mark tweaked Sören's nose and then he grabbed Sören's curls even harder and shoved his cock back into Sören's mouth. Sören whimpered with his mouth full, cock leaping, hole twitching, loving it when Mark manhandled him like this. Their eyes locked again, with Sören wanting Mark to see the frenzied, crazy desperation in his eyes, how much he loved being dominated like this. Mark tenderly stroked Sören's face as Sören sucked him, and at last Mark's head was tilted back, lips parted, breathless, eyes glazed and fluttering, a fine sheen of sweat covering him as Sören brought him closer to the edge. Sören reached out to cup Mark's balls and felt them tighten in his hand, rubbing gently. Mark grabbed Sören's curls again and tugged on the leash, taking his cock out of Sören's mouth.
Mark pulled the leash and made a "rise" gesture with his free hand, Sören kneeling on the bed, not able to keep from stealing glances at Mark's very wet, very flushed, very hard cock. "How did you fuck Sharon?" Mark asked point-blank. "What position?"
Sören gave a guilty grin. "It was more than once... and a few different -"
"OK, how did you start."
"She rode me."
"Then you will ride me." Mark lay back against the pillows and brought over their bottle of lube, generously pouring lube over his cock even though it was so slick from precum and Sören's mouth that it wasn't quite needed. He also lubed his fingers, and when Sören straddled his hips, Mark began to work his fingers in and out of Sören. Sören gasped and sighed as Mark found that magic spot in him, pressing on it, rubbing.
"You've been wearing the plug," Mark husked as he played inside.
Sören nodded. "I had it in this afternoon when I did laundry at Nico's."
"Very good." Mark slapped Sören's ass and then slipped his fingers back in, holding the leash with the other hand. Sören moaned as Mark found the prostate again.
A few more minutes of Mark's slick fingers readying Sören, and Sören couldn't take it anymore, howling "JUST PUT IT IN ME ALREADY." Mark laughed softly and guided the tip of his cock to Sören's opening, and both men groaned as Sören sank down, taking him inch by inch.
When Mark was all the way inside, he rested in Sören for a moment, then he slapped Sören's ass. "Start riding me the way she rode you."
Sören obliged, going slowly at first, rocking his hips sensually. Still holding the leash, Mark's hands glided over Sören's body, giving him gooseflesh, his body already oversensitized from the teasing.
Then Sören showed him how Sharon rode him harder. Sören threw back his head and let out a moan, and Mark groaned in response.
"And when she was riding you, you thrust into her?" Mark asked, just before he pinched one of Sören's nipples.
Sören nodded.
Mark grabbed Sören's hips and started to thrust, while Sören continued working his hips and ass on Mark's cock. "Was it like that, baby? Did you fuck her like that?"
"It was harder."
Mark thrust harder. Sören gave a cry.
"Like that?"
Sören nodded.
Mark gave him a wicked grin. "Good. Hang on tight, you naughty boy."
With that, Mark started to pound into him. Sören had to grab the headboard for dear life, bouncing away on Mark's cock like he was riding a wild bull. Mark's grip on Sören's hips was tight. Sören's cries and Mark's groans were met by the slap of Mark's balls against Sören's ass, the sound of the bed creaking and rocking.
"That's it, baby. I told you I was going to give you a good, hard fuck."
Just the sound of Mark's voice threatened to bring Sören off, never mind the delicious rubbing inside him or that wild animal rutting fever that came over him. Sören heard himself scream "Oh shit, oh god, Mark, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME -"
"Yes, Sören. You can fuck around... and then you come back to me, and I remind you who you belong to."
"Yes, more, more, oh, fuck, give me more..."
Mark gave a dangerous, feral growl that put Sören right on that edge. Mark slapped Sören's ass and slammed into him harder, growling again at Sören's broken cries.
"Who do you belong to?" Mark rasped.
"You. Oh god, you."
"I want to hear you say it." Mark growled again. "Say my name."
Sören met Mark's eyes and gasped, "Macalaurë."
Mark held his gaze. "That's right. You're mine. Mine. MINE."
Sören couldn't hold back anymore. His cock began to shoot off, his prostate throbbing as he heard himself cry out, "Maglor! Oh, Maglor, YES!"
Two thrusts later and Mark spent into him with a deep groan, his entire body shaking. The shuddery sigh Mark made with another jet of seed, and Sören shot again too, giving a wordless cry.
Mark took Sören into his arms and held him close, cradling him, rocking him, petting him. The shattering orgasm, flood of relief, and the sheer magic of whatever that was - the feeling of being owned, belonging - and Sören started to cry, not able to help it.
"Oh, baby." Mark kissed Sören's tears, looking choked up himself. "You OK, love?"
Sören nodded, smiling through his tears. "Jæja. That orgasm. Wow."
For a brief, mad instant, Sören thought about just laying all his cards out on the table, telling Mark his suspicion that he was Fëanor reborn as a mortal, and what would be would be, for better or for worse. There had been something so raw and brutally honest about the passion they'd just shared - Sören's need to be owned, taken care of after what he'd been through, Mark's need to own, possess, claim, after having lost so much - and Sören felt exposed and vulnerable, enough that he came close to going all the way and just saying it. Not shoving it under the rug anymore. Dealing with it finally. He wanted to believe that even if he was wrong, the power of the love they shared would survive that.
And he held back. No. Not time yet. He knew, at last, that he wasn't going to be able to avoid that subject forever - "possibly maybe never telling him" had been an option before tonight, and now that option was gone, in the deep, wild intimacy that had just transpired. But it had to be the right time. It didn't feel right yet. Sören didn't know when that right moment would be, what it would even look like, only that he would know it when it happened, and then, he would finally tell Mark who he thought he was.
Until then... Sören snuggled close to Mark, content to just be. And then contentment gave way to more heat between them, kissing, cocks waking up again, Mark rolling Sören onto his back, still inside him. Mark took Sören's hands in his as he began to thrust, more slowly than before.
"I love you," Mark husked.
"I love you."