CW/TW brief homophobic slur from random assholes encountered at restaurant.
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After Sören and Mark loaded up the SUV rental with bags of clothes and supplies for the next week - and a cat carrier with Snúður - they and Huan got in, and just before Sören could put on the car radio, Mark covered Sören's hand with his, a "wait" gesture, and said, "Sören, I've got something to tell you."
Sören raised an eyebrow.
"It's a surprise."
Sören narrowed his eyes.
"I invited Nicolae and Anthony to come with us to Bend, and we're stopping at their place to pick them up first. Unless you object -"
Sören let out a shriek of happiness, making Snúður meow with concern. Sören threw his arms around Mark's neck and hugged him, laughing with wild, exuberant joy. Mark gave Sören a squeeze and kissed his forehead.
"I apologize for keeping it a surprise this long, I know it would be shitty to cancel on short notice, but I didn't think you'd object." Mark grinned.
"No." Sören grinned back. "My two favorite people - besides you and the cat and the dog."
"Good, good." Mark started backing out of the driveway. "One thing, though."
"Hm?"
Mark gave Sören a stern look. "Before our vacation is over, I really want you to tell Nicolae how you feel about him. You need to stop putting it off."
"He's with Anthony and I don't want to come between them, I don't want to hurt Anth-"
Mark put up a hand. "Look. Stop assuming all hell will break loose if you're honest. Especially if you're being really honest and you say you like Anthony too. Which is... painfully obvious."
Sören swallowed hard. "Do I at least get some time to work up my nerve?"
"So long as it's before we leave Bend, but as much as I hate to give you ultimatums, Sören, if you don't talk to them before we leave Bend, when we get back I'm going to talk to them myself, because I can't take it anymore, watching you pine away like this. I normally wouldn't do something like that, I hate the thought of being controlling or coercive in any way, but I also feel like you're not really giving me a choice with the way this is affecting your mental health."
Sören sighed and looked down. He wanted to be angry with Mark, but he knew he couldn't. He knew Mark was right. He'd been in love with Nicolae Dooku for close to two years and it wasn't going away. It was only getting worse. "So long as you give me some time between now and the end of our vacation."
Mark patted him. "I would tell you to just do it, just act on impulse, but I don't really want to encourage that behavior in you after... um..."
"After I burned the ships."
"Yeah." Mark looked off to the side and squirmed in his seat. "Sometimes I think you overanalyze things as a reaction to your less thinking moments."
"Except when I do act on impulse."
Mark chuckled. "Anyway, I understand it won't be immediate. We've got a week, though, and that should be enough time."
It still didn't feel like enough time, but Sören wasn't going to argue with him about it.
It was a three-hour drive one-way from Corvallis to Bend, and at the halfway point they stopped at a truck stop for a bathroom break and to get lunch. Dooku looked a bit pained at the buffet but still fixed himself a plate and sat across from Sören in the booth. Anthony took a look around and grimaced, which piqued Sören's curiosity - he'd been distracted by ogling Mark, Dooku, and Anthony - and now Sören saw what Anthony was cringing at; they were near a booth of two burly middle-aged men wearing MAGA hats. Sören knew that even though Portland was very liberal, the farther you got from Portland, the more conservative Oregon was, and here they were in the thick of it. The men noticed them as well and kept giving them dirty looks, which made Sören and Anthony both eat faster, nervous under the scrutiny.
Once they were walking across the parking lot to get to the minivan, Sören breathed a sigh of relief. "Boy, I can't wait to get to Bend. At least then the only dirty looks I have to worry about are the ones Nico gives me for microwaving water for tea."
Dooku glanced over his shoulder and the sour look on his face made Sören giggle.
"It seems Bend is aptly named," Dooku said, turning to Mark. "You should take him over your knee as soon as we arrive."
"I'd be happy to help," Anthony chimed in.
Sören's cheeks burned and he bit his lower lip - that seemed almost like an admission that Anthony was interested, and then there was that wink, that sexy naughty grin of his - but just before Sören could find his nerve and state his interest in being spanked by all of them, he heard a gruff voice a few feet away. "Fags."
Sören froze in his tracks. Mark whirled around, and Sören turned around more slowly. There were the MAGA hat guys who were glaring at them in the restaurant, paused at a pickup truck a few stalls down from where the minivan was parked.
"I beg your pardon?" Dooku asked, folding his arms - he easily had a few inches of height on them.
"You heard us," the taller one jeered.
"You just wait," his bearded companion said. "When Trump gets a second term, all y'all filthy dee-genner-rates with your perverted gay BDSM 'polyamorous' fuckery are gonna go to jail." He made air quotes as he said "polyamorous".
Sören snorted - even though English was his second language, he still knew how to pronounce "degenerates" and it wasn't with a hard g and a long a.
Dooku's facial expression changed from annoyance to amusement. "Oh yes, my feelings are ever so deeply and irrevocably wounded by your masterful command of the English language. Truly you have owned this lib." Dooku put a hand on his heart and rolled his eyes, then turned back around with a disdainful sniff and kept walking to the minivan. "I bid you good day, gentlemen. And by 'good day', I mean 'do fuck off'."
Sören's jaw dropped in shock of hearing Dooku use the f-word.
While there were only two of the MAGA hat guys and four of them, and Mark and Dooku were much taller and probably much stronger - Mark by orders of magnitude - Sören's heart still pounded faster and he found himself shaking a little as he got in the back of the van. He didn't know if the MAGA guys had a gun, or if they were going to try to follow them to Bend, or what. When Anthony got in next to him, Anthony put an arm around him and rubbed his back. "It's OK," Anthony said softly. "It's all right."
Sören nodded. He wanted to say it will never be all right, it will never be safe - he was starting to have a flashback of his uncle Einar beating the shit out of him when he found out Sören liked men - but he didn't want to give in to the despair and the hopelessness he felt with people like that increasingly becoming the norm in American culture outside liberal pockets like Portland. For the first time in years he thought about the possibility of going back to Iceland to live, even though Einar was there and Einar had killed his sister.
He didn't want to leave Dooku and Anthony behind, and that thought came crashing down on him - realizing how bad he had it for both of them. And he had been so close to confessing those feelings right there in the parking lot, but he couldn't now. Right now, he leaned into Anthony's touch, strong and warm and comforting, the Fëanor part of him remembering the same energy from Finarfin long ago. Finarfin had been like his living security blanket, compensating for being the youngest brother by wanting to take care of Fëanor when he was old enough.
"It's OK," Anthony whispered, rubbing Sören's back, petting his curls. "You're safe with us."
That's the problem, Sören thought to himself, his angst over the state of American culture pushed aside for the moment by his angst for what he wanted and could not have. Could not bring himself to confess, not yet, afraid it would be the end of the line for his friendship with Dooku. They made him feel safe, they made him feel home, and he was terrified it would be taken away.
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The next day was Thanksgiving, and though Mark and Dooku handled the bulk of the cooking, Anthony and Sören decided to bake pies together. As they worked on making the dough and the fillings, Sören kept glancing out of the corner of his eye at Dooku cleaning out the turkey - he was saving the giblets for the cats - and then filling the turkey with sausage stuffing. More than once, Mark had to stop Snúður or Beowulf from going up on the counter.
Dooku gave Mark an apologetic look when Mark picked up Beowulf and gently placed him down on the floor for what had to be the dozenth time. "Thank you, Mark. I feel I should apologize, but as you know, dealing with the cat is not exactly sanitary when I am trying to push stuffing into the bird."
Something about that hit Sören's funny bone just right, and when Dooku gave Sören a look, Sören cracked a joke. "Push it real good."
Dooku scowled. Sören picked up the box of stuffing that Dooku was using to mix with sausage, and started shaking it. "Ah, stuff it. Stuff it real good."
"Why are you like this?"
"It could be worse," Anthony said, and took the box from Sören and started singing, "The Stuffing Dance is your chance, to do the stuff. Yeah, stuff me baby... do the stuffing stuff, come on and do the stuffing stuff."
Mark made a noise like he was in pain, but Sören caught the grin just before Mark stifled it and pretended to look annoyed.
"I'm starting to think you're just as bad as he is," Dooku said to Anthony.
Anthony and Sören said in unison, "Hi Starting To Think You're Just As Bad As He Is -"
Now Dooku made noises as well. Anthony came over, batted his eyes innocently, and kissed the tip of Dooku's nose. Dooku turned pink.
"You guys are so cute," Mark said.
"Jæja, even when Nico's fisting a turkey, he's cute," Sören said - the closest he'd come to an admission of his attraction.
Mark leaned on the kitchen counter, shaking with silent laughter, which became not-silent when Dooku glared at him, then at Sören. Anthony was in hysterics.
"What's that those MAGA chuds at the truck stop said about us? 'Dee-genner-rates?'" Anthony made air quotes as he deliberately mispronounced the word.
"Degenerates, and 'perverted gay BDSM polyamorous fuckery'," Mark said.
"Stuffing a turkey is not kinky fuckery," Dooku protested.
The words "kinky fuckery" in Dooku's deep, cultured voice made Sören and Anthony both have to sit, doubled over.
"Sure, Nico," Sören said. "If you say so."
Dooku glared at Sören, who attempted a wink. Dooku turned pink again.
Sören's heart beat faster. Do it, he told himself. Say it. Tell him. But he couldn't. If things went bad, today on Thanksgiving Day, every Thanksgiving would be forever tainted by the bitter memory, and not just for him but the others.
So he held back, even as it was hurting more and more every day, a wound that would not heal.
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The tension and pining continued until at last it was Sören's birthday, the twenty-fifth of November. He was thirty-four now - "one step to over the hill," Anthony teased.
Dooku and Mark went on a supply run to a local supermarket for groceries to make a cake and a special birthday dinner for Sören, which left him alone with Anthony. Anthony had brought one of his gaming consoles and introduced Sören to a video game called Amazing Frog. Dooku and Mark came back just as Anthony was showing Sören what happened when various items were flushed down a giant toilet in the game.
"What in the world," Dooku said, with such a horrified expression on his face that it made Sören and Anthony crack up laughing.
Then Sören had an idea of how to make this worse. He made a variation on his antics from Thanksgiving. "Flush it real good," Sören told Anthony.
As Dooku and Mark began to put the groceries away, Sören and Anthony started to do a dance, imitating the use of a plunger. "Plunge it. Plunge it good. Plunge it real good," Sören chanted.
"As you know, the two of you are utterly ridiculous," Dooku said.
"Love you too," Anthony replied, blowing a kiss.
"Yeah," Sören added, and then he realized that was another near-admission of his feelings. Mark glared at him across the room from the kitchen for reasons that had nothing to do with mangling Salt N Pepa - Sören could hear SAY IT screamed into his head.
Sören wasn't quite ready. He grasped for levity to offset his anxiety about the confession. I see you quiver with antici-
As Dooku and Mark worked on the cake together, Anthony kept coming over to try to steal spoonfuls of cake batter, and once the cake was in the oven, he had his eyes on the jar of frosting. "We need to distract this one before he makes trouble," Dooku said, giving Anthony a look, and then Dooku turned to Sören. "Did you have any activities in mind for your birthday?"
"You did want to come out here to see snow," Mark pointed out.
Sören nodded. He took a deep breath. "This is going to sound ridiculous, being that I'm thirty-four now, but can we... play in the snow?"
After the cake was baked, before Anthony could demolish it, they went to a sporting goods store first to buy some inner tubes and a large sled, then drove to Drake Park. Bend had just gotten a nice blanket of snow since Thanksgiving and they weren't alone in wanting to hit the slopes, but Sören was willing to deal with the crowds to indulge his inner child.
Sören loved coasting down the hills in an inner tube, but he loved it even more when he saw Mark in an inner tube, whooping with wild laughter - after ages of sorrow, it was so good to see him having fun - and he loved it even more when he watched Dooku throw dignity to the wind and sled with Anthony on his lap. When it was Sören and Mark's turn to take the sled, Anthony got in an inner tube and Sören watched Dooku considering.
"Come on, live a little," Sören told him.
Dooku took a deep breath. "As -"
"You know, yes yes I know, something something shan't... come on. It's my birthday and this is what I want for my birthday, is for you to be happy."
Their eyes met, and Dooku swallowed hard. Sören felt that fierce, tight ache again, fighting the urge to get out of the sled, go over to him and hold him. But he held back, and Dooku gave a nod, said, "Very well," and got in the inner tube. Sören screamed with joy, and he and Dooku laughed together as the inner tubes zipped down the hill alongside the sled.
After a second ride down the hill it was time to trade places again. But this time they decided to mix it up a little - Mark and Anthony would go in the inner tubes, and Dooku and Sören would use the sled. Sitting on Dooku's lap, with Dooku's arms around him like a seatbelt, was some of the most excruciating moments of Sören's life. Cock cock cock. Sören wanted him so badly it hurt. It didn't help when Dooku leaned in and Sören felt Dooku's breath tickling his neck, the purr of that deep velvet voice. "Ready, my dear?"
"Ready."
They flew down the hill together, as Anthony and Mark spun down the hill in the inner tubes. At the bottom of the hill they landed hard enough Sören almost spilled out of the sled, but Dooku's arms gripped him. Sören's heart pounded at the jolt of the sled - and the feel of those strong arms around him, keeping him from falling into the snow. "I've got you," Dooku husked.
Sören tilted his face and, not thinking, just feeling, rubbed his nose into Dooku's whiskers. Then their noses rubbed together and it was all Sören could do to not kiss him.
Mark watched with his eyebrows raised, and when Sören got out of the sled, Mark gave Sören a little shove before he slapped Sören's ass. You had a prime opportunity there.
Sören just replied with strangled, incoherent noises shouted into Mark's mind.
Sören and Mark took a couple more spins down the hill in inner tubes while Anthony and Dooku took the sled, then Sören and Anthony used the inner tubes while Mark rode the sled and Dooku watched, and then Mark and Dooku got in the inner tubes and Sören and Anthony approached the sled together.
"Which one of us on top?" Sören asked, looking at Anthony, then clapped his hand over his mouth - that had come out very, very wrong.
Anthony shook with silent laughter, cheeks pink for an entirely different reason than the cold winter air, green eyes sparkling, crinkled at the corners. He smiled that dazzling smile again, and said, "Oh, whichever. I'm versatile." He winked.
Now it was Sören's turn to blush. He heard himself let out a little meep and covered his mouth again as his thoughts raced with forbidden, delicious fantasies of Anthony riding his cock, then fucking him with a strap-on.
Anthony ended up sitting on Sören's lap, and Sören went hard, his face burning even hotter. "Sorry," Sören mumbled.
"It's biology. You can't help it." And then Anthony grinded a little against Sören's cock.
Sören had been wondering if Anthony was flirting with him, but feeling Anthony's crotch rub against him so provocatively definitely confirmed it. Sören's hands shook as he put his arms around Anthony, fighting the urge to let his hands wander and send a message back. He felt a surge of guilt - he didn't know if Dooku knew what was going on, and he didn't want to encourage this if Dooku didn't know. He didn't want to be "the other man". The last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt his best friend, who he'd been in love with for almost two years.
But just feeling Anthony on his lap, holding him like this, was threatening to undo him. Sören almost came in his pants as they coasted down the hill, between the adrenaline rush of the fast ride and the feel of Anthony's cunt and ass pressed against his cock, holding Anthony against him as they flew.
They took a hard enough landing that despite Sören holding Anthony, they both tumbled into the show together, and somehow landed with Anthony on top of Sören. That was the worst of all. They caught their breath, panting together, looking into each other's eyes. Sören wanted to kiss him, badly.
Anthony helped Sören up. "Thanks, that was fun," Anthony said, reaching in to hug Sören's waist and give him a little squeeze. Anthony leaned in and there was that evil grin again. "You're a good ride," he whispered.
Oh god, end me. Sören tried to smile, and bit back a whimper, burning with lust, wanting to fuck Anthony hard. Wanting Anthony to pound him with a strap-on. Wanting to eat him, wanting...
Stop thinking like that, Sören scolded himself.
They decided to head back so Dooku and Mark could start working on the birthday dinner. As they exited Drake Park, the name finally dawned on Sören and he had to make a joke to preserve what was left of his quickly-slipping sanity, before he said or did something rash. "Hey, it's Drizzy Park."
"No," Dooku and Mark said in unison.
Sören started singing:
You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
And I know when that hotline -
Before Sören could sing the word "bling", his own cell phone went off. Sören took it out and saw Sharon's number on the caller ID. He swiped to accept. "Sharon, hi!"
Sharon started to sing:
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Sören
Happy birthday to you
"Awwwww, takk." Sören grinned, pleased that she'd remembered.
"How old are you now?"
"Thirty-four."
"Old man," Sharon teased. Sharon was twenty-three now.
"Jæja. How are you doing? Things are still good with Frankie, I hope?"
"Yup, things are still good. We're thinking about adopting a cat for Christmas."
"Awwww, you totally should. Cats are the best."
"How's your kitty doing? And your dog?"
"They're good! We're in Bend right now for my birthday and Snúður went crazy watching the snow the last couple days. He was pawing the window like he was trying to attack the snow, it was the funniest shit."
"That's so cute! And wow, you're in Bend?"
"Jæja, Mark rented a cabin for my birthday. You and Frankie ought to see Bend sometime, it's really nice out here."
"If you were still in Corvallis, I was going to offer to drive down from Portland to see you."
"Oh!" Sören felt a twinge of guilt - he hadn't seen Sharon in-person since the wedding, and not since January before that. He let out a little sigh, it seemed that the odds were increasingly against them ever being anything other than casual friends, after what had been a promising fling. "Well, maybe we could get together for Christmas?"
"Probably not. I'm going to see my folks in Cali, and they'll be meeting Frankie, and the cat too I guess."
"I see." Sören realized that sounded a bit curt - he could hear the disappointment in his voice - and he tried to force cheer, not wanting to take it personal. "Maybe early next year? Then you'll have the cat."
"Yeah, that could work. Anyway I don't want to keep you if you're doing something, I just wanted to call and wish you a happy birthday."
"I appreciate it, Sharon. It's good to hear your voice. It'll be even better when I can see you in person."
"Yup, we can try to pick a day when our schedules are free. Have a good birthday, Sören."
"You too," Sören said, then facepalmed - it wasn't Sharon's birthday.
Sharon giggled. "You're so cute."
"You too," Sören said - this time that answer was appropriate, and he meant it. He still liked her, even though he didn't have much hope for rekindling the sexual part of their friendship.
"Bye Sören."
When the call ended, Sören put the phone back in his pocket and then shifted uncomfortably, not knowing if he'd been rude or not. "Sorry, I had to take that. That was my girlfriend, Sharon - well, former girlfriend, I guess. Friend-with-benefits. Or whatever we are now. I don't really know, because we don't talk much anymore."
Anthony's eyebrows shot up. "You're married to Mark, but she's a friend-with-benefits? And Mark just..."
"Sören and I have been in an open relationship for awhile now," Mark explained. "This has been more in theory than in practice since Sören has only seen Sharon and her girlfriend Frankie, and not in awhile, and I haven't been with anyone else, but..."
"Takk, Mark," Sören said, face on fire again - watching Anthony take in the information that had just been revealed. Dooku didn't seem to be reacting, from what Sören could see of him in the front passenger seat. Sören wondered if Dooku disapproved and thought he was a slut now; Sören hoped not.
When they got back to the cabin and the cats were satisfied with the attention they'd received to make up for the time the people were gone, Dooku and Mark started on dinner and Anthony eyed the cake.
"Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake."
Mark laughed, shook his head, and went into the fridge. A few minutes later he brought over a tray of fresh fruit - a couple of bananas, some watermelon slices, green and purple grapes, pineapple chunks, and orange slices. "Here," he said. "Be good boys and eat something healthy."
Sören got up to give Mark a hug, delighted by the fresh fruit. He loved fruit, being a luxury in his childhood thanks to his aunt and uncle drinking their money away. Sören dug in, pleasantly surprised by how juicy the watermelon was, considering it was out of season. The watermelon was so juicy and delicious that Sören forgot his manners, slurping loudly as he ate at it. Then he realized Anthony was staring at him.
Anthony wasn't just staring, but his cheeks were pink and he was breathing a little harder, a fierce, predatory look in his eyes, almost angry. Sören's nose twitched, scenting the faintest hint of sweet musk, like a cross between cis male arousal and wet pussy.
Oh my fucking god. Sören's cock throbbed.
Anthony quietly unpeeled a banana and then, eyes locked with Sören's, he fit most of it into his mouth. Sören almost choked on his watermelon, cock leaping to attention - and then Beowulf jumped onto the back of the couch right onto Anthony's shoulders. The look of combined amusement and exasperation on Anthony's face made Sören crack up laughing, and Anthony laughed too, pulling himself together enough to take a bite of the banana while Beowulf settled on Anthony's shoulders, nuzzling Anthony's neck, kneading and purring.
If there had been any lingering doubt that Anthony was into him, it was gone now. Sören felt ready to climb the walls with sexual frustration. When he was done with the watermelon he reached for a banana and decided to gauge Dooku's interest - when Dooku glanced over at him with a small, fond smile, Sören deep-throated the banana. Dooku quickly looked off to the side, turning beetroot, and a few minutes later as Dooku moved across the kitchen, Sören noticed the hard bulge in Dooku's trousers.
Dinner was delicious - a lamb stew with potatoes, carrots, onion, leek and herbed dumplings, baked in the oven - and the cake, lemon with buttercream frosting, topped with strawberries, even moreso. But Sören was hungry for something else, and getting through the meal and dessert was agonizing. They each had a glass of wine with dinner - Sören didn't drink much, because of his medication, and just one glass was enough to take the edge of his anxiety off and make him feel bolder.
"What does the birthday boy want now?" Mark asked when the dishwasher was going.
Sören guessed Mark was probably expecting him to request another round of playing in the snow, or perhaps Mark and Dooku joining him and Anthony in Amazing Frog. The thought of dignified Dooku playing Amazing Frog tickled Sören... but he needed to act on the courage from the wine.
"How about we use that jacuzzi?" Sören asked, leaning back. He glanced over at Dooku and Anthony sitting together, Dooku's arm draped over Anthony's shoulders, Beowulf purring away on Dooku's lap. "All four of us."
"Er," Dooku said, going beetroot again, but Anthony elbowed him and sprang up.
"That's a brilliant idea," Anthony said. "A hot tub sounds lovely on a cold day like this."
"Race you," Sören said, and tore off, Anthony in hot pursuit.
They were stripping down to their underwear just as Mark and Dooku walked in. Sören gave them a sassy butt wiggle as he peeled off his boxer-briefs, and when he turned back around he got his first look at Anthony naked. Anthony was hairy all over, and Sören found himself licking his lips at the sight of Anthony's bush. Sören's cock rose, and he felt like a pervert, but he knew it was now or never. The hot tub was almost ready, and Sören got in to watch the show of Dooku and Mark undressing, making Sören's cock harden even more, his hole twitching now, too. Mark was always gorgeous, and Dooku was even hotter than his fantasies, with an amazing toned, fit physique at his age, silver-pelted chest and stomach, arms and thighs and calves. As Dooku walked over Sören saw Dooku's cock was at half-mast, and Sören admired the salt-and-pepper pubic hair, wanting to bury his nose in it.
The hot tub was a tight fit with all of them so tall, and the close proximity of everyone's naked body made Sören even hornier, intensified further by the bubbles and light vibration teasing him. Mark put an arm around Sören and leaned in to give him a little kiss. Dooku did the same with Anthony, and Anthony turned the kiss less chaste - Sören bit back a moan at the sight of their tongues playing together, the heat between them. When Dooku and Anthony pulled apart Dooku was blushing, and Anthony gave Sören a pointed look as if to say you next. Sören's cock jolted, and he resisted the urge to grab Anthony and kiss him hard.
For the first few minutes they relaxed in silence, the warmth of the water and the bubbles soothing away body aches from the bumpy sled and tube rides earlier. It was peaceful, being here like this with the people who mattered most to him. Sören leaned on Mark and sighed, flexing his toes.
Then Anthony splashed him. Sören giggled and splashed Anthony back. Anthony splashed Sören harder and when Sören splashed Anthony again, he accidentally got Dooku in the face. The drenched hair and beard and the sour, murderous expression made Sören giggle hysterically, not able to help it.
To Sören's surprise, Dooku splashed him and it became an all-out war until Anthony reached in and started tickling Sören. Sören squealed for mercy until Anthony relented and stopped. He affectionately tousled Sören's curls and tweaked his nose before he pulled back.
"Sorry, I can't resist teasing you," Anthony said. "You're adorable."
Sören's cheeks burned. He glanced at Dooku, who was watching with a sly little smile, and then back at Anthony, green eyes twinkling, full of mischief.
"You're pretty cute yourself," Sören said, and added, "for a fucking brat."
Mark laughed and pulled Sören into a headlock, giving him a noogie. "You, my dear, are the brat king."
Anthony stuck his tongue out at Sören. Sören did too - just before waggling it like he was Gene Simmons. He smirked when Anthony went pink.
Dooku cleared his throat, and Sören froze, wondering if Dooku was going to say they were taking the flirting too far - and much to his surprise, Dooku said instead, "So, Sören... you're in an open relationship? I didn't know. You never told me."
"Oh, kind of like how you never told me you were gay?" Sören folded his arms.
Dooku exhaled.
Sören didn't want to make him uncomfortable, so he just nodded and said, "Well, it's kind of a fraught topic. As you know, a lot of people disapprove of that sort of thing, like serial monogamy and cheating or losing interest when someone new and interesting comes around is somehow superior to being radically honest with one's partner about doing stuff with other people. Me, I get different things from different people and it balances out and helps me to appreciate what I have. For example, with Sharon. I really, really love eating pussy, and I miss it." Sören looked right at Anthony.
Anthony's mouth opened like he was going to say something, then he quickly closed it, and Anthony shifted position just a little, biting his lower lip.
Sören looked back at Dooku. "But it's also been a difficult topic because... well... I was in love with someone else for awhile but by the time I worked up enough nerve to tell him, I found out he was taken and decided not to tell him, because most people aren't in open relationships and I cared about this guy enough not to fuck things up for him and his new partner."
Dooku blinked. Sören waited, carefully watching Dooku's reaction. Dooku swallowed hard, and when their eyes met, Sören saw Dooku's dark eyes were misty. He blinked again, and tried to smile. "I see," Dooku said.
"How long were you in love with this guy, Sören?" Anthony asked, ever the lawyer. "When did it start?"
"Around December 2016. I didn't think he was gay, he never told me one way or the other, so I didn't say anything." Sören's eyes met Dooku's again.
Dooku took a deep breath. Now Sören's own eyes teared up, and he tried to hold back, but silent tears spilled down his cheeks, knowing Dooku knew exactly who he was talking about. There it was. There could be no mistake about it.
Mark started patting Sören and rubbing his back.
Anthony's eyes were also too bright. He gave Sören a thin, tight smile, and then he gave Dooku a sympathetic look, as Dooku sat there, looking like he was in pain and in shock.
Sören tried not to fall apart, but it was getting harder to do. He felt like a big weight had been lifted from his shoulders, but it still hurt, the way pins-and-needles were uncomfortable after a limb had gone to sleep. He had broken the wall hiding his feelings and now he was bleeding out for everyone to see.
Just before he could break down crying, Mark kissed Sören's cheek and asked, "Is there anything else you want for your birthday, baby? Anything at all?"
Sören didn't hesitate. "A foursome," he confessed.
Dooku's jaw dropped. He looked at Anthony, then back at Sören. "You..."
"You heard me," Sören said.
Anthony leapt out of the tub and said, "I'm ready!" He saluted, looking so eager that Sören's tears turned to hysterical laughter, gigglesnorting.
Sören climbed out of the tub and joined him on the bath mat. "Hi Ready," he said, not able to help himself.
Anthony grabbed a towel and swatted Sören's ass with it. "You're gonna get it."
Sören waggled his eyebrows. "I hope so."
Mark and Dooku were slower to get out of the tub; Mark turned it off as Dooku walked over, looking dazed. For a moment he and Sören just stood there, looking into each other's eyes as Anthony toweled off, watching them. Sören's heart pounded, wondering if he'd been too bold, if he'd made a mistake -
Dooku grabbed Sören and kissed him hard. Sören moaned as their tongues met, and moaned again when he felt Dooku's hard cock bump up against his. Sören ran his hands up and down Dooku's chest, enjoying the feel of his chest hair - thumbs teasing Dooku's nipples - as they kissed and kissed, cocks rubbing together. Dooku pulled Sören closer, and Sören reached around to stroke Dooku's back, cup and squeeze his firm ass. The kiss broke for just a few seconds so they could catch their breath, looking into each other's eyes, and then Dooku kissed him again, harder, hungry, marching Sören backward in the direction of the bathroom. Dooku's hands were on him now, exploring, caressing. Their tongues took a few playful licks before Dooku sucked on Sören's lower lip, nipped it.
When they arrived in the bedroom Sören and Mark had been using, Dooku pulled back and touched Sören's face, stroking tenderly. "Sören. I... I've been in love with you too, that long."
Sören couldn't believe it. He gave Dooku a shove; Dooku fell onto the bed. "You asshole, you didn't tell me?"
"I didn't want you to feel like you were being taken advantage of, after Seth. I didn't want to trigger you. By the time I got enough courage to tell you, you had returned from Sausalito and were with Mark."
Sören facepalmed. When he took his hand away, Mark and Anthony were laughing silently, then less silently.
"You fucking muppets," Anthony said.
Sören picked up a pillow and threw it at Anthony. Anthony laughed harder, picked the pillow up off the floor, and hit Sören's ass with it. Sören wiggled his ass and Anthony swatted it again.
"I love you," Dooku said, and put his hand on Sören's heart. "So much."
"I love you too, Nico." Sören took Dooku's hand and kissed it, then came closer and gently kissed Dooku's brow. Then he ran his hands down Dooku's chest again, looking him up and down, admiring him. "And I want you. I want you so fucking bad." Sören looked at Anthony, sculpted and pelted, making his cock pulse. "I want both of you." Sören made a "get over here" gesture to Mark. "All of you."
Now Anthony came closer and kissed Sören. Sören moaned again, cock twitching. Anthony slapped Sören's ass just before he shoved Sören onto the bed and climbed over him, pushing Sören down with another deep, needy kiss that made Sören's cock throb, balls tightening, feeling ready to explode.
"I want all of you too," Anthony confessed.
"So do I," Dooku said, looking at Mark.
Dooku and Mark lay next to them, kissing passionately as Sören and Anthony resumed kissing. Sören groaned at Anthony grinding against his thigh, feeling how wet Anthony was already, then he groaned louder as Anthony started rubbing up and down his cock. Anthony kissed and licked Sören's neck and shoulder.
"You are so fucking sexy," Anthony rasped, before nibbling Sören's neck.
Sören's cock leapt and he dug his nails in Anthony, urgent. "You. You are fucking hot." Sören grabbed Anthony and claimed his mouth again, both of them moaning into the kiss. When the kiss broke, Anthony started kissing and licking Sören's sensitive neck again, making Sören shudder, cock aching, and Sören ground out, "I want to taste you. I've been thinking about eating your pussy all evening." Then he clapped his hand over his mouth, not sure if he'd said the right word, not wanting to offend Anthony. "Oh shit, I'm sorry -"
"You're fine. I'm OK with the word pussy. Some trans guys aren't, but thank you for checking with me."
"Anything else I should know about words, or..."
"Call it a cock, not a clit," Anthony said. Then he rose up on his knees and scooted up to Sören's shoulders and Sören got a good look at it for the first time. It looked much more like a small cock than a clit, jutting out at him proudly erect, glistening wet, like a tempting ripe, juicy berry.
"God, your cock is hot," Sören purred. He bit his lower lip, once again worrying he'd made a faux pas. "Shit. I hope you don't think I'm fetish -"
He didn't get a chance to finish that sentence, Anthony thrust his hips forward and his cock was right at Sören's lips.
Sören treated it like it was a cock, sucking on it. Slurping on it, like he'd slurped on the watermelon. Anthony's juices were salty with a hint of musk like cum, but a little sweeter, no doubt from his love of pineapple. Sören loved it. "Mmmmmm," he hummed, lips latched onto Anthony's cock, gripping tight, sucking hard. "Mmmm, mmmmm." Sören pulled back to take a few teasing licks up and down the cock. "Fuck, you're delicious." He sucked at one lip, then the other. Licked at Anthony's cock some more, fucking it with his tongue, making Anthony groan and tug a fistful of Sören's curls. Sören licked a lip, sucked on it, licked and sucked the other, lapped Anthony's cock, tongue teasingly dancing on the tip, making Anthony cry out. Then Sören sucked at the tip, cock throbbing at the way Anthony gasped and shuddered, before Sören drew the cock back into his mouth again.
Anthony grinned, grabbed Sören's head, and started fucking his mouth. Sören reached down to stroke himself, not able to help it, stroking harder as he heard Mark and Dooku moaning next to him, kissing and caressing as they frotted together. Sören sucked at Anthony's cock like his life depended on it, his free hand stroking Anthony's thigh, up his hip to his stomach, his chest, and back down. Worshiping the gorgeous man sitting on his face. "Mmmm. Mmmmm, mmmmm..."
"Oh god, that's so good." Anthony started panting, quivering. "Oh shit, you're gonna make me come if you keep doing that."
"Mmmhmm. Mmhmm. Mmmmm, mmmmm..."
Anthony's hips bucked harder and Sören slurped, sucking as hard as he could. His hand strayed from Anthony's thigh, one finger lightly brushing one of Anthony's folds, then the other. "Hmmm?" Sören inquired.
Anthony guided Sören's fingers into his opening. "Go for it."
Sören found the G-spot and worked his fingers in and out, rubbing it, making wet sloshing noises as he sucked. A minute later Anthony lost it, cock twitching in Sören's mouth, clenching and pulsing around Sören's fingers as his juices gushed. He let out a cry, and Sören almost came, his own cock throbbing urgently.
Sören gave a few slow licks at the contracting lips, savoring the sweetness. Then he tapped Dooku's shoulders and kissed him, sharing Anthony's juices with him. Dooku groaned and then Mark stopped kissing Dooku's neck to taste Anthony on Sören's lips and tongue as well.
"I think such a sweet, thoughtful, and talented boy should get special treatment on his birthday," Anthony said, stroking Sören's face, looking at him adoringly.
"Indeed, we should spoil him a little." Dooku rubbed noses with Sören before kissing him again, a soft, tender kiss followed by a deep, fierce kiss.
Sören lay back against the pillows and Mark, Dooku and Anthony took turns kissing him. Then Mark kissed Sören's mouth, kissed and licked Sören's neck and throat as Dooku and Anthony kissed down to Sören's nipples, licked and suckled them together. Having both his nipples sucked at the same time almost set Sören off, crying out, whimpering, with a buck of his hips.
Mark kissed him more insistently as Anthony and Dooku's tongues lashed away at his nipples, lips suckling hard, tugging the nipples. Anthony pulled a nipple ring with his teeth before licking harder and faster, then Dooku did the same. Sören writhed, moaning; Mark's tongue rubbed against his and then Mark kissed him deeper.
After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, Dooku and Anthony still worked on Sören's nipples - they were so long and thick now, wet from their tongues, aching deliciously - and Mark slid down, kissing and licking a trail down Sören's chest and stomach, before he got between Sören's legs. Sören groaned as he watched Mark's lips wrap around his cock. Mark took it into his mouth halfway, his hand rubbing up and down the bottom of his shaft, heat in his eyes as he watched Sören moan and gasp and shiver, as Dooku and Anthony continued to pleasure and tease his nipples. Then Anthony came up to kiss Sören's mouth as Dooku kissed one nipple and played with the other. A few kisses later they traded places, Anthony going back and forth between Sören's nipples, rubbing one and lapping and suckling the other, as Dooku kissed him again and again. Mark sucked harder, and Sören whimpered, whined, moaned, gasped, overcome by sensation and lust.
Dooku and Anthony continued trading places, one of them kissing Sören's mouth and neck as the other licked and sucked at Sören's nipples, as Mark sucked and sucked, moaning with his mouth full. Then Mark tapped Anthony and Anthony slid down - Sören watched them rub their tongues together and kiss hungrily before Anthony took Mark's place, taking most of Sören's cock in his mouth and sucking hard and fast, eager for it, while Mark's tongue danced with Sören's.
Sören almost came when Dooku's mouth was on his again, Mark kissing and licking Sören's nipples, then Sören's stomach, knowing how sensitive he was there. Dooku's hand played up and down Sören's body in slow, lazy circles. "You are so beautiful," Dooku whispered, looking down the length of Sören's body and back up, like he was in awe.
"I love you," Sören husked, and they kissed again, both of them moaning into the kiss.
Anthony started playing with Sören's balls as he sucked, and Sören shivered - he was getting so close. Before he could come in Anthony's mouth, Anthony took Sören's cock out and licked at it very, very slowly, up and down, around and around the head, a naughty look in his eye. He tapped Dooku and said, "Your turn."
Anthony and Dooku kissed, sharing Sören's precum, then Dooku shyly settled between Sören's legs and picked up where Anthony left off, licking and licking at Sören's cock, slowly and sensually then harder, faster, rubbing his tongue, laving it, as Anthony kissed Sören and Mark kissed and licked Sören's stomach and hip. A few kisses later Mark's mouth was on his, as Anthony licked and suckled Sören's nipples, licked and sucked and nibbled his stomach, hip and thigh. Dooku took Sören's cock in his mouth and sucked like he was starving for it and Sören got closer, closer, closer, making urgent high-pitched noises into Mark's kisses. Dooku rubbed his tongue as he sucked, and when Anthony licked up Sören's stomach from his thigh, Sören lost control, coming in Dooku's mouth, howling into Mark's kiss.
Dooku pulled Anthony down and Sören watched as his cum passed from one mouth to the other, coating tongues licking together before they kissed deeply, murmuring their enjoyment into the kiss. Dooku and Anthony took turns kissing Sören - he could taste himself on both of them - and his spent cock woke right back up, electrified by the debauched sight of them sharing his cum, the delicious wickedness of them letting him taste it on their mouths.
"Oh my." Dooku leaned in and propped himself up on one elbow, idly caressing Sören's cock up and down with an index finger. "What do we have here?"
"He's insatiable," Mark said, and took a slow, sensual lick down Sören's shaft, then back up again. Sören groaned as his cock leapt.
"We need to come too, don't you think?" Dooku asked, pulling Mark into a kiss.
"We do," Mark said. Mark glanced over at Sören. "What do you think?"
"I want to watch you guys fuck," Sören said to Dooku and Anthony. He hung his head a little, cheeks burning as he admitted how filthy his mind really was. "I've been fantasizing about it since you guys got together."
Dooku laughed like that delighted him, and Anthony's face lit up.
They got into position - Dooku lay on his back, with Anthony straddling Dooku's hips, and Sören lay next to Dooku, with Mark kneeling between Sören's legs, which were propped up on Mark's shoulders. Sören and Dooku kissed, and then Mark and Anthony kissed as Anthony worked lube over Mark's cock. As Mark pushed into Sören's passage, Sören watched as Anthony sank down on Dooku's cock, pouty lips kissing it as the cock went in inch by inch. Sören groaned, loving the sight of it - wondering what it would feel like to have that pussy kissing his cock like that.
Mark pounded Sören hard, balls slapping Sören's ass, as Anthony bounced madly on Dooku's cock, making a sloppy wet suctioning sound. Dooku and Sören kissed, groaning, as Anthony and Mark kissed. Watching Anthony and Mark kiss sent Sören right to that edge again, and he made himself hold back, needing to be taken, fucked. Needing to keep kissing Dooku.
Then Dooku's hand gripped Sören's cock and began to stroke it in time with Mark's thrusts. Mark reached between Anthony's legs and played with his cock, rubbing viciously, making Anthony growl and kiss Mark harder. The smack of Mark's balls got louder, as did the wet slurping, pumping noises of Dooku's cock in Anthony's cunt, grunts and groans and little broken cries. Anthony rode Dooku hard, and Mark slammed away, making the bed rock against the wall.
Mark's hand rubbed Anthony faster, a blur, as Dooku gripped Sören's cock tighter. A moment later Anthony's eyes widened and he let out an "oh shit ohshitohgodohfuck" and he let Dooku's cock slip from his cunt just in time to squirt a huge jet of thick but clear juices all over Dooku's cock and stomach and chest, pussy contracting. It was one of the hottest things Sören had ever seen in his life and he climaxed, spraying seed all over Mark, shooting another arc of cum when Dooku's cock plunged back into Anthony's cunt and two thrusts later pearly cum erupted, gushing out of Anthony, still contracting. Mark came too, four voices crying out together.
Anthony collapsed onto Dooku's chest and Mark came down. Mark and Sören kissed, and Dooku and Anthony kissed, and Sören and Anthony kissed. Anthony's hand went to his pussy and then he brought cum-soaked fingers up to Sören's lips. Tasting the notes of Dooku's seed and Anthony's cum made Sören's harden up again, and Anthony laughed, kissing Sören again, rubbing noses.
"As you know," Dooku said, smiling, "I shall need a few moments to recharge."
"I know what would help," Anthony purred. "We haven't kissed the birthday boy everywhere."
That was how Sören found himself rolled onto his stomach, sensually grinding his hard cock against the silk sheets into the mattress, as three sets of lips and tongues kissed and licked all over his back and ass cheeks and the backs of his thighs, three pairs of hands roaming ovr him, fingers walking, brushing. Sören fisted the sheets and howled as a finger slowly traced down his spine, followed by a tongue. He screamed as there were kisses and nibbles at his lower back. A whimper at a kiss behind the knee. He felt a nose nuzzling his ass, a slap against one cheek, then the other. A bite on one ass cheek, then the other, a tongue slowly circling just outside his opening. Sören's hole twitched and he could feel Mark's cum pooling, just about to leak out of him.
"You have the most magnificent arse," Anthony husked, breath tickling Sören's passage. "It's a work of art."
With that, Anthony's tongue plunged inside him. Sören screamed again, fists white-knuckled as he grabbed the sheets for dear life, Anthony's tongue wicked on that most sensitive, intimate spot inside him, teasing and teasing. Mark and Dooku continued to lick and caress Sören's spine, kiss his sides, kiss and lick and nibble his thighs. Sören utterly lost himself in pleasure, Anthony's tongue so good, bringing him close to orgasm just from playing in him.
Then Anthony stopped and Sören sobbed in protest. Sören heard Anthony say, "Your turn."
There was another nose nuzzling his ass and then Sören felt the tickle of Dooku's whiskers. He gasped as Dooku's tongue began to lap, slowly and a little shyly at first, then he really got into it, groaning as his tongue worker faster, harder, giving Sören's ass a smack here and there as he dug in. Anthony and Mark kissed and licked Sören's back and hips, making Sören tremble, whimper, gasping for breath. Dooku spat into Sören and shook his head, tongue lashing furiously. Sören rocked his hips, fucking himself on Dooku's tongue, keening, aching for more, wanting to be filled, fucked.
"Please," Sören begged.
"Please, what?" Dooku asked.
"Please, Daddy." The word slipped out of him, straight from Sören's fantasies.
Dooku growled and slapped Sören's ass. "Please, Daddy, what? What do you want, boy?"
Sören groaned. "Please, Daddy, fuck me. I want Daddy's cock inside me, please."
Dooku's tongue played inside him some more, licking much more sensually than before, teasing him. Dooku's hands rubbed Sören's stinging ass cheeks.
"Please," Sören cried. "Please, Daddy, please, fuck me, please, Daddy, please, I want Daddy's cock, please, Daddy, please, I need cock, give me cock, please..."
Dooku gave a deep, husky groan and stopped licking. "Very well, brat." He spanked Sören's ass again.
"I want to watch the three of you," Mark said.
"Can I eat you again?" Sören asked Anthony.
"I was just about to suggest that." Anthony tousled Sören's curls, then leaned in and husked, "You can taste Nicolae's cum inside me."
"Oh, fuck..."
Anthony lay on his back, legs spread, knees bent. Sören dove between Anthony's legs and dipped his tongue inside, moaning with pleasure at the deliciousness of Anthony's and Dooku's cum combined. A moment later Dooku was inside Sören, taking him from behind. They both groaned at the feel of Dooku's cock stretching, filling. Tears came to Sören's eyes, overcome with joy that this was finally happening, Dooku was finally inside him, after two years of pining. "Oh, Daddy," Sören breathed.
Dooku smacked Sören's ass and grabbed Sören by the curls, pushing his face into Anthony's cunt. "Get to work, bratty boy."
Sören loved that, letting out a whimper as his tongue slipped back into Anthony, lapping up Dooku's cum and Anthony's juices. Anthony moaned and clutched at Sören's head.
"How is that?" Dooku asked Anthony.
"Good," Anthony groaned.
Dooku grabbed Sören's hips and started fucking him in earnest, as Sören whimpered into Anthony's pussy and Anthony let out soft, breathy moans, rolling his hips, gently fucking Sören's face. Out of the corner of his eye Sören watched Mark stroking himself, eyes rapt, a look of awe on his face like he was witnessing something sacred.
Sören sucked and slurped at Anthony's cock and Dooku pounded into him harder, their hips smacking together. Dooku grunted and Sören whimpered, Anthony's moans louder as Sören sucked hard. Soon Sören's fingers were banging away, making lewd wet sloshing sounds as Dooku's and Sören's hips slapped louder, Mark's hand on his cock rattling, Mark grunting and groaning.
Then Anthony grabbed Sören's head and rocked his hips, panting, as Sören sucked as hard as he could, fingers banging, sloppy, Sören's hand coated in Anthony's dripping cum. Dooku slapped Sören's ass, one cheek, then the other. "Good boy," Dooku said. "Make him come, and Daddy will let you come too."
Sören whimpered and rocked his hips back at Dooku, sucking, slurping, eyes locked with Anthony's, who was gasping for breath, face flushed, sweating, looking desperate.
Anthony squirted on Sören's face, calling out Sören's name as his lips fluttered, cock twitching, hole pulsing. Sören came too, screaming so hard it hurt as Dooku's cock rubbed his sweet spot into a beautiful throbbing, melting orgasm. A few thrusts later and Mark baptized Sören and Anthony with his cum, moaning, and Dooku let out a grunt as his seed spilled deep into Sören's pulsing channel. Sören clenched around him, sighing as the deep, deep peace sank into his bones, sank him into the beating heart of the earth, into darkness, then into burning light.
Sören and Anthony kissed, and despite the intensity of his orgasm, those kisses made his cock rise once again. Dooku curled up and dozed off next to them, but Anthony and Mark were both up for another round. This time Sören lay on his back and Anthony straddled him, with Mark behind Anthony, the tip of Mark's cock at Sören's passage. Once Mark was inside Sören, Anthony began to ride Sören's cock. The feel of Anthony's pussy gripping his cock, those wet silken kisses over and over, as Mark's cock rubbed Sören's sensitized prostate, was one of the most magnificent things Sören had ever felt. Once again he was lost in Anthony's gorgeous body, the sexy green eyes, the sensuality between Mark and Anthony as Mark wrapped his arms around Anthony and kissed and licked Anthony's neck and shoulder, hands caressing Anthony's chest and stomach and thighs, and back up. As they got closer, one of Mark's arms locked around Anthony, holding him tight, as Mark's hand played with Anthony's cock. Anthony rode Sören hard, and Mark slammed into Sören, the rhythm building and building, so good, so delicious that Sören kept making himself hold back just a little longer, needing more, needing to fuck and be fucked, climbing higher and higher and higher, lost in beauty, lost in pleasure...
The three of them came together as one. The explosion shattered Sören and he laughed and cried, the throbbing so intense it almost hurt, but oh the flood of relief. Peace. Bliss. Anthony sank down into Sören's waiting arms and then Mark lay on Anthony's back and the three of them were holding each other, rocking and rocking. "I love you," Sören heard himself say over and over again, meaning it for Anthony too, not just Mark. "I love you. I love you. I love you..."
Eventually Mark snuggled up with Dooku, spooning him, eyes closed - Sören could tell from the way Mark was breathing he was taking a nap. Anthony and Sören cuddled for awhile, nuzzling, giving each other tender little kisses, cozy and safe.
"Thank you for being cool with everything," Sören said softly, not wanting to disturb Mark and Dooku. "I didn't say anything sooner because I didn't want to fuck things up for you guys. I really like you too."
Anthony smiled and tenderly kissed the tip of Sören's nose. "Are you kidding? I've been wanting to fuck your brains out the moment I lay eyes on you. And not just at Nicolae's place."
"You... remember the gas station."
Anthony nodded solemnly. Then he kissed Sören's brow, looking off to the side as if that subject was awkward - and it was - and he wanted a different topic. "You're very sweet." Anthony stroked Sören's cheek. "You're a good boy."
Sören couldn't resist. "If Nico is my daddy now... I guess I have two daddies."
Anthony growled and kissed Sören hard. Sören laughed softly, not able to believe it when his cock hardened once more. Anthony kissed Sören again and began grinding against his thigh. His finger traced circles around Sören's nipple. "You want to go again?"
Sören nodded enthusiastically. "Please."
Anthony narrowed his eyes. "Please what?"
"Please, Daddy."
Anthony growled again - that growl made Sören's cock pulse - and then Anthony roughly seized Sören by the hair and pulled him up. "Get on all fours like the dog you are."
Sören did as he was told, and watched as Anthony walked across the hall to the other bedroom. Anthony came back with a veiny blue silicone dildo on a black leather harness and Sören moaned as he watched Anthony put it on.
Anthony climbed on the bed, got behind Sören, and grabbed Sören's hair again as he pushed into him. Tugged Sören's hair as he thrust, harder and harder. Anthony was the most brutal, savage top Sören had ever had, pounding furiously, bed slamming the wall - somehow, Dooku and Mark managed to stay asleep - and Sören loved it, whimpering, grabbing the sheets. Anthony's free hand slapped Sören's ass and Sören cried out.
"You're just like a bitch in heat wanting it all the time, aren't you?" Anthony rasped.
"Yes, Daddy. I want it so bad..."
"You're Daddy's bitch now." Anthony slapped Sören's ass. "I'm going to take this lovely arse of yours anytime I want and you're going to give it to me, begging for it, aren't you?"
"Oh god. Yes. Yes, Daddy, yes, fuck me, oh god, Daddy, fuck me..." Sören gave a wordless wail, then a whimper as that rhythm inside him brought him to that edge again. He loved being dominated like this, loved being made to confess how much he wanted it, craved it. He hadn't wanted it with Seth. But he was with men he loved, men he trusted. He was alive again, so fully alive in the wild heat of his passion.
Anthony fucked and fucked, spanking Sören's ass, pulling Sören's hair, until Sören was right there. "Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. You're gonna make me come, Daddy, so close, gonna come..."
"Yes, baby boy. Come for Daddy. Come for -"
"DADDY!" Sören let out a wordless seething scream through clenched teeth as the waves of pleasure broke him. He made a big mess on the sheets, cock spurting in time with each pulse inside him, sweet euphoria.
Anthony moaned and Sören realized the strap-on was stimulating Anthony as well, making him come. He lay on top of Sören's back, petting him, shaking, giving shuddery little gasps. Sören felt Anthony's juices dripping down his ass cheeks and thigh, and gave an appreciative groan.
Anthony pet Sören, rained tender little kisses over his shoulder, as gentle as he had been fierce. "Good boy," Anthony whispered. "Such a good boy."
Sören sighed and flexed his fingers and toes, kneading a little like a contented cat. Now he was sated.
With Sören's back against Dooku's chest, his nose in Anthony's chest hair, Anthony rubbing his own nose in Sören's curls, Sören felt himself drifting off with a smile on his face. This had been the best birthday ever.