On Christmas Day the veterinary clinic was closed, and would be closed for the rest of the week, due to most of the staff being Gentiles who celebrated the holiday, although Anthony was on-call all week in case of an emergency. Sören lived with a French Canadian doctor and a Franco-Austrian professor, atheists who celebrated secular Christmas - and in the morning Anthony was invited to their house to finally meet Yeyette and her husband Victor and have breakfast. As it turned out, Yeyette was one of his colleagues' clients, bringing her cats in for regular checkups and as needed. Though they didn't know each other, Yeyette still gave Anthony a gift basket of kosher goodies like babka, rugelach, macaroons and gourmet coffee, which Anthony found touching - and laughed at the way Sören's eyes lit up at the food. Anthony brought a bottle of expensive wine and gift cards for Yeyette and Victor.
After the breakfast, amusement at Yeyette's cats attacking the tree and gift wrap, and some pleasant conversation - including an invitation to come to dinner and go on double dates in the coming year - Anthony and Sören took off. They stopped at Anthony's house to drop off Snúður and to give him some love and a treat for the car ride, then they took a drive to enjoy the scenic landscape of southern coastal Maine in winter, listening to 80s and 90s music, getting out now and again to stretch their legs and get a better look at the world around them. A few hours later they went back to Bentham and had lunch at the small town's one Chinese restaurant, which was open for the day, and bought enough to take home for leftovers later.
They took one last detour - to Craig Beach, walking hand-in-hand along the snowy shore, watching the icy waves. They took a few photos of the beach and of themselves together: Anthony wearing a black leather jacket, navy blue sweater and lighter jeans, Sören in a black wool trenchcoat, red Bukharian kippah, red Icelandic sweater and black cargo pants. "We do make a cute couple," Sören said, inspecting the last picture.
"You're very cute." Anthony kissed the tip of Sören's nose, then he touched Sören's cheek and looked into those sweet brown eyes. "You're a beautiful man. Not just outwardly, but here." He put his hand on Sören's heart. "I love you."
"Oh, elskan, I love you too..." Sören threw his arms around Anthony and kissed him deeply, fiercely. Anthony pulled him close, held him tight and kissed him back, feeling a surge of bright, explosive joy. As they kissed, snow began to fall, as if the world was celebrating with them.
They kissed and kissed, then decided to head back before the snow interfered with driving. The kisses made Anthony giddy - and randy, thankful that it wasn't a long drive to get home, his hard-on straining his jeans. Sören noticed, licking his lips before a naughty little smile that made Anthony want to pull over and ravish him in the back seat, but he made himself wait to get home first.
As they pulled in the driveway, Sören's hand began to massage the hard bulge tenting Anthony's jeans. "Does Daddy want to play?"
"Fuck, yes."
They were barely in the door when Sören shoved Anthony against the wall, kissing him hard, then dropped to his knees, unzipped Anthony's jeans, and took out Anthony's hard cock. Right then and there in the foyer, Sören's lips wrapped around the head of Anthony's cock and slowly drew it in inch by inch, their eyes locked. Anthony groaned at the feel of Sören's lush lips, the wet velvet of his mouth suctioning him. In just a couple of weeks - three weekends and a couple midweek sleepovers - Sören's oral skills had improved a lot; his enthusiasm sped that along, Sören's head bobbing, sucking Anthony like he was starving for it, making filthy slurping, gulping sounds. Anthony grabbed fistfuls of Sören's hair, leaning against the wall, feeling weak in the knees as Sören's mouth worked its deliciously wicked magic up and down his cock, taking him deeper and deeper into a haze of pleasure.
Suddenly a pair of paws were on Anthony's right knee. "Na-NAAAA?"
Anthony looked down into Seamus's chartreuse eyes. The grey tabby cat reached up with his right front paw, then tapped Anthony's knee again before sitting on the floor. "Nya!"
Nearby, Solly and Snúður were hovering. Sören pulled Anthony's cock out of his mouth and Anthony facepalmed, laughing. "All right, you furry arseholes," Anthony told the cats. He glanced over at the takeaway bag from the Chinese restaurant and the gift bag with their presents from Yeyette and Victor. "We might as well get the leftovers put away, and I'll feed these little bastards."
"You want me to help, Daddy?" Sören picked the bags off the floor as he rose up.
"I can take care of it." Anthony took the bags from him, both handles in his right hand. He smacked Sören's ass with his left hand. "Go get ready for me, and I'll be there in a sec."
"OK." Sören shook his ass before marching on ahead.
The cats led the way, tails in the air, pausing every few paces to turn around and meow at Anthony expectantly as if to say, "Hurry up." As Anthony stepped into the kitchen he realized his hard cock was still hanging out of his jeans and bobbing with every step, and he had to take a moment to laugh, then pulled himself together. He put the Chinese food in the fridge, and opened a can of cat food and dished it out. Then he washed his hands after handling the wet, smelly food, and brought the gift bag down to the bedroom.
Anthony's breath hitched at the sight of Sören naked on the bed, his shoulder-length curls fanned out on the pillow, a look of bliss on his face as his fingers vigorously rubbed his clit in circles. Anthony undressed and Sören worked himself harder. When Anthony was completely naked, his clothes in a pile on the floor, Sören spread to give him a good look at how wet he was already, his thighs slick, thick cream pooling from his cunt, a wet spot on the bed. Anthony moaned, and made his way to the bed as quickly as he could.
Anthony growled as he climbed over Sören, who giggled as he pulled him down into a kiss. They kissed deeply, then shared an open-mouthed kiss, tongues licking slowly and sensually. Anthony reached down to play with Sören's hard clit and after another hungry, passionate kiss, Anthony tasted Sören's juices from his fingers. "You taste so good." He looked down at Sören's clit and teasingly stroked it with his index finger. "And your bottom growth is so fucking hot. I want to suck you while you suck me."
Sören gave him a naughty little smile. "It can get bigger, you know."
Sören sat up, went over to his duffel bag on one of the dressers, and came back with what looked like a pump. While Anthony watched, Sören pumped his clit, and when he was finished, his clit was even more swollen - not by a huge amount, but a noticeable difference. Anthony groaned, his cock twitching in response. "Fuck, I want you," Anthony rasped, and kissed Sören again, who moaned into the kiss.
They got into a sixty-nine, with Sören on top. Anthony still couldn't believe how much he enjoyed eating Sören's pussy - but it helped that sucking Sören's clit was a lot like sucking a cock, just a smaller one. He could get it all in his mouth, like sucking a piece of candy. He enjoyed the feel of rolling it around in his mouth, the way it made Sören moan around his cock. Anthony lost himself in pleasure and lust, sucking Sören and being sucked, loving and being loved.
When Anthony felt Sören's thighs quivering and knew Sören was getting close, he couldn't resist edging him. Anthony stopped sucking and began to lick, slowly and deliberately, then lashing his tongue, his tongue rubbing furiously as he mashed his face into Sören's mound, making filthy sipping, slurping sounds as Sören's juices gushed. He paused to let Sören's juices drip on his tongue, and then he decided he wanted even more of a taste. For the first time, his tongue pushed inside Sören's cunt. Sören cried out, and Anthony felt Sören's inner walls pulse slightly. He worked his tongue a few strokes, then pulled back and asked, "You like that, baby?"
"Fuck, yes, Daddy..."
"Mmmmmm, good." Anthony's tongue slipped into Sören's cunt again, rubbing. It was almost like rimming, except being rewarded with a mouthful of delicious cum - he loved the way Sören's cream tasted like a cis guy's cum but muskier and sweeter. As his tongue lapped Sören's inner walls, Sören sucked him harder and started playing with Anthony's balls. Soon Sören was rocking his hips, fucking himself on Anthony's tongue, whimpering desperately with his mouth full of cock. Anthony smacked Sören's ass and tongue-fucked Sören for all he was worth, Sören's juices flowing down his chin and neck.
After a few minutes his tongue needed a break, so he went back to sucking Sören's clit... and this time pushed two fingers in Sören's cunt - another first. He worked his fingers in and out, pressing firmly; the sloppy wet suctioning noises rose above their muffled moans. Anthony got even harder as he thought about what that tight boypussy would feel like wrapped around his cock... and judging from the way Sören responded, they were well on their way there.
Sören kept bucking his hips, riding Anthony's face, fucking Anthony's mouth and fingers, and when Sören's thighs began quivering again, whining more urgently, Anthony's lips tugged on Sören's clit, clamping down hard as he bobbed his head, fingers banging away in Sören's dripping cunt, loud and sloshy. At last Sören's walls slammed down on his fingers and clenched again and again, pulsing, and Anthony felt Sören's clit twitch in his mouth. He pulled back and watched Sören's squirting contractions, Sören raining on his face, and heard Sören scream with his mouth full and it set him off, coming in Sören's mouth with a broken cry, gasping for breath as the relief throbbed and throbbed, shimmering waves of bliss.
"Elskan," Sören sobbed.
"Oh, sweetheart." Anthony laughed with euphoria, smacked Sören's ass and tenderly caressed it. "Fuck, I love you, baby."
They sat up, held each other, and kissed open-mouthed, tongues rubbing, making a mess with their cum. They kissed hungrily, the cum flowing between their mouths, then their tongues licked and teased again, sloppy and deliciously debauched.
Anthony lay back and pulled Sören close, petting his hair and back. Sören snuggled against him, rubbing his nose in Anthony's chest hair with a sweet smile on his face. "I love you," Anthony husked.
Sören looked up at him and the love shining in his eyes melted Anthony's heart. "I love you so much, Daddy."
"Mmmmmm, such a good boy." Anthony's arms tightened around him and he rocked Sören a little; the soft sigh of contentment that Sören made meant the world to him. He wanted to give Sören as much comfort and peace as he could.
Anthony himself felt deep comfort and peace, holding Sören in his arms, coming down from a luscious orgasm. He was so cozy and relaxed that he started to drift off. But before he could slip into a little nap, he felt Sören wiggling against him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Sören's right shoulder moving. He looked down and saw Sören was playing with himself.
Their eyes met and Sören looked off to the side and bit his lip. "Our cum kisses got me all worked up again."
"Those kisses were pretty hot," Anthony said. "If I was a younger man I'd be hard again." He felt a little prickle of discomfort saying those words aloud: he was going to be forty-four in February, and just a few years ago when he'd entered his "one-and-done" stage of life - or two if his refractory period didn't take hours - William had been dissatisfied with the change from being able to go at it for hours like their early years together, to quality over quantity with Anthony approaching middle age. And Anthony reminded himself that Sören was younger now than William had been when it ended - Sören was twenty-nine, William was thirty-one the year William cheated and they called it quits. While Sören wasn't complaining, Anthony didn't know if that would last once the new relationship energy eventually wore off.
Don't go looking for trouble before it's happened, Anthony admonished himself. And he's horny for YOU. That counts for something.
At the very least, Anthony wanted to take care of Sören and make sure he was satisfied. He kissed Sören and reached down between Sören's legs, laughing with delight at how soaked Sören was. His fingers began to rub Sören's clit as he kissed Sören again and again, then kissed and licked Sören's neck and shoulder, knowing how sensitive Sören was.
After a few minutes of pleasuring Sören's clit and kissing Sören's mouth, neck, and nipples, Anthony was hard again. But as inviting as Sören's wet cunt was - and remembering the way Sören frantically rode his tongue and fingers a little while ago - Anthony felt it was still better to wait at least a few more days before suggesting penetration, wanting to go easy with Sören because of the trauma history.
Wanting to get Sören used to his cock first and make Sören crave it, beg for it, when the time was right.
Their eyes met, and then as they both looked down, Anthony guided the head of his cock to Sören's clit. Sören cried out, shuddering as Anthony's cockhead caressed his clit for the first time. Anthony groaned, his cock pulsing with desire at the sight of cock and clit-cock together. "You want Daddy to fuck your cock with his cock?" Anthony purred, kissing Sören's neck.
Sören nodded vehemently, trembling. "Yes, Daddy..."
They both moaned as Anthony kept rubbing the head of his cock on Sören's clit and Sören gently rolled his hips, cock and clit sliding together in a deliciously sensual rhythm. When Sören's moans got louder, Anthony moved his cock lower, teasing Sören's pussy lips - not entering him, but letting Sören feel the tip of his cock, as he enjoyed the soft petals kissing it. Then Anthony's cock was on Sören's clit again, rubbing more insistently. "That's it, baby. Your cock feels so good on Daddy's cock." Anthony licked down Sören's throat, leaned in to lick and suckle one nipple, then the other. Sören's moans drove him mad with lust... hotter still as he watched his precum and Sören's cream making streamers between them. Anthony sucked at Sören's nipples harder, tugging on them, then his tongue lashed hard and fast, fucking them, making Sören cry out. He kissed up Sören's neck, growling.
"Daddy..." Sören's nails dug into his sides. "Daddy, it's so good..." He worked his hips faster, fucking Anthony's cock with his clit.
Anthony pressed his cockhead against Sören's clit more firmly, rubbing harder, teasing them both. He grunted, feeling the pleasure and tension winding, coiling, knowing it wouldn't be long. "This is what good boys get. Daddy's going to make your cock come on my cock. Daddy's going to make his good boy come with a hot, man-to-man, cock-to-cock fuck..."
Sören lost it, nails raking down Anthony's back as he climaxed, contracting hard, screaming. At the sight of Sören's cunt contracting and the feel of Sören's clit pulsating on his sensitive cockhead, Anthony came too, letting out a shuddery sigh as he creamed over Sören's clit, spurting into Sören's bush. They kissed passionately, clutching each other and holding on tight, moaning into the kiss.
"That. Was. Fucking. Hot." Sören sighed, and the way he smiled made Anthony grin back, feeling giddy joy.
"That was amazing." Anthony kissed him, and rained kisses over his face. "I love you, baby." He gave Sören's clit a few last loving caresses, then sucked the juices from his fingers. "And your cock."
"I love your cock." Sören kissed him back. "Mmmmm, you're going to turn me into Daddy's cockslut."
"Good." Anthony squeezed him and kissed the tip of his nose. "Like, I'm trying to be mindful that you're -"
"I know," Sören said, "and I love you for that. But I think I'm... almost ready."
Anthony touched Sören's cheek, and stroked Sören's face, pet his curls. He kissed Sören's brow, then his nose slid down Sören's nose and they nuzzled. "Even when we go there, I still want to fuck your cock, too. That was so fucking hot. Love that bottom growth, mmm."
Sören giggled, and rested his head on Anthony's shoulder.
After two powerful orgasms, this time Anthony did take a nap. He woke up a few hours later to a cold spot in the bed, and through the windows he could see it was dark outside. Sören's duffel bag was still on the dresser, and Snúður poked his head in the bedroom door before trotting off, so Anthony knew Sören was still there, just in another room.
Anthony put on pajamas and came out to the kitchen to make tea. From the kitchen he could see Sören sitting on the couch with his laptop, a scowl of concentration on his face. Sören looked up, Anthony waved, and Sören waved back.
"I'm making tea. Do you want some? Would you like me to heat up leftover Chinese?"
"Já, takk." Sören nodded, and then resumed glaring at his laptop.
Anthony felt that prickle of caution return. He told himself that Sören had "resting bitchface" much like he did, but even though he knew Sören wasn't obligated to wait for him to wake up to get out of bed and do his thing, and indeed Anthony had encouraged Sören to make himself at home here... he couldn't shake the memory of William calling him "old and boring", mocking him for taking naps when he needed to, mocking him for wanting to stay home instead of go clubbing or other things that involved people and places.
When Anthony came in with the tea and their leftovers, he sat next to Sören on the couch and gave Sören a moment before he tested the waters. "Is everything all right?" he asked. "You looked rather serious a moment ago."
"Jæja, everything's... fine."
Anthony cocked his head to one side, and tried not to panic. He took a deep breath.
Sören immediately realized he might have caused alarm, and he reached out to put a reassuring hand on Anthony's knee. "Oh no, it's not you. It's..." Sören gestured to his laptop. "So, I have a mixed calendar to remind me of stuff and... I have to do Yahrzeit for Karen on New Year's Eve."
"Oh." Anthony didn't want to feel relief over that - he knew Sören was still grieving the only mother figure he'd ever really had.
"I usually do Yahrzeit at her grave," Sören said. "And her grave is in Boston."
"I take it you haven't been back to Boston since you left."
"No, and I'm too afraid to go by myself, but I don't want to ask you to go -"
"Oh, honey." Anthony leaned in and gave him a kiss. "Of course I'll take you. It's only like two hours or a little more if traffic is bad."
"That's still at least four hours round trip. I don't want to force you to do all that driving just to take me to the cemetery, and I mean, we could make a day of it but even though I've started wearing my kippah in public again I don't think I'm ready to... be all out in the open around there." Sören sighed.
Anthony thought for a moment, and his thoughts traveled back to William. While he knew Sören wasn't pressuring him to be some party animal like he was in his twenties again - Anthony hadn't even been a partier in his twenties - he still found himself saying, "Well, how about this? We can head down to Boston, do Yahrzeit, and before we head back we can go celebrate New Year's Eve at a gay club or gay bar or something."
Sören raised his eyebrows. "I've never been to one before."
"I thought as much. It'll be like a rite of passage, the gay male experiences you've missed out on."
"OK." Sören nodded, and then he put down his bowl and gave Anthony a hug. "You're a good daddy."
"You're a good boy." Anthony kissed him again.
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