After Sören and Nicholas had been back in England for a week, they took Anthony out to dinner. Sören had not let anything slip that the dinner invitation wasn't entirely innocent, and he and Nicholas were planning on asking Anthony to be dessert. While Sören was fairly certain Nicholas's attraction to Anthony was mutual, he still felt some anxiety on the very small chance that his observation was incorrect, not wanting there to be awkwardness and tension. He also felt bit of anxiety at the way this would be a gamechanger if he was correct. It felt natural and right for them to become a throuple, an organic evolution. But Sören knew that that a relationship between two people was hard work enough - he'd certainly had problems with Anthony and Nicholas both in the past, Nicholas the more recent past - and bringing in a third person meant more work, and more potential for things to go wrong. The thought of a catastrophic falling out where he'd lose both of them was unbearable.
And yet, the risk was necessary. They had reached a crossroads and there was really no going back from here. And the thought that things might work out, the chance of them having a happy future together... that made Sören downright giddy. He wanted this more than he'd wanted anything in his life. Seven PM couldn't get here fast enough. Sören tried to make himself focus on work, and not keep daydreaming about his partners, and for the most part he was able to put himself in the proper frame of mind to handle his patients, but every time he took a break the anticipation seized him and he felt ready to jump out of his skin with needing the pieces to fall into place right now. He knew that the nervousness he'd felt all day was even worse for Nicholas, who'd been pining for months. He didn't want Nicholas to clam up and have an anxiety attack and create an awkward scene, by moving ahead of schedule.
Back at the flat, they relaxed with wine - for Anthony, sparkling cider - in the rooftop garden, which helped create a romantic ambiance, with the fairy lights and lanterns lit, candles on the table. Sören had a gallery of photos from the Iceland trip on his phone and handed the phone over to Anthony. Anthony went through the gallery slowly, taking a bite of food every now and again, as Sören and Nicholas watched and waited. Every nerve in Sören's body was screaming to just get to The Talk, or bypass that altogether and fall on them right here right now, but he restrained himself, heart beating faster.
Though Anthony had never been to Akureyri, he recognized the heart when he came to that point of the gallery. "Ah, I see you went to your old hometown, finally."
"It was overdue." Sören nodded. "I didn't have enough nerve to go when you and I went but..."
"No, I'm glad you did." Their eyes met, then Anthony went back to looking through the gallery. "It's... it's a sign of recovery, you know?"
"Yeah, I do. Actually... we ran into Einar."
Anthony's eyebrows shot up. "Really."
"Mhm." Sören took a sip of wine, glanced over at Nicholas, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and put a reassuring hand on Nicholas's arm. He felt a frisson down his spine, remembering. "We went to eat at a pub, one of the ones I thought Einar doesn't go to, but he was there and we had a bit of a confrontation."
"I hope you decked him," Anthony said to Nicholas.
"No, better," Sören said. "Einar just dropped dead right there on the street before Nick could even touch him."
Anthony's mouth opened.
In February 2016, Sören and Anthony had encountered Anthony's ex-friend Steve at a Starbucks. Steve had mocked Anthony and stolen his cane. When Sören went to get the cane back, he was angry enough to kill, and entertained the fantasy of choking Steve. Steve had started choking untouched, and a witness who was very impressed told Sören his eyes temporarily turned orange, thinking it was a kind of special effect - Steve had been spooked enough to make a cross sign and say he needed a priest. Anthony had been inside Starbucks while things happened on the street, though he'd gotten the gist that Sören had given Steve a good scare. Sören hadn't known what to make of the whole thing - he thought maybe the witness who'd seen his eyes change color was mentally ill or let his imagination run away with him, he'd been determined to chalk the choking-Steve-untouched up to coincidence until he found the stone from his dreams at Reynisfjara. Now this, with an irate Nicholas about to attack Einar, and Einar just dropping dead... That was too many coincidences. Since the incident happened, Sören had been tempted to tell Nicholas about what happened with Steve, but every time he started to try to have that conversation he made himself stop. Nicholas had been a priest, Nicholas was extremely uncomfortable with claims of the supernatural. Sören worried about causing yet another rift between them, this one even worse with it hitting the nerve of paranormal activity. So Sören hadn't brought up the Steve incident, but that didn't stop him from wondering if Nicholas, too, was connected to whatever was going on here. Sören had dreamt of him as the other brother-lover from "before", and even as he himself was a rational skeptic, as a doctor, a man of science, he still couldn't shake the feeling that they had some sort of power left over from those times, and something about their paths converging was awakening it...
Sören shivered.
"It was a coincidence," Nicholas quickly said. "I was, indeed, angry enough to kill him, with all the hell he put Sören through, but unfortunately he just dropped dead before I could even land one punch."
"That's..." Anthony sipped his wine. "That's..." He gave a little awkward smile, like he didn't know what to say. Then he raised his glass. "Good riddance."
"Indeed." Nicholas clinked glasses.
"The police asked some questions but yeah, massive heart attack." Sören smirked. "And I was there to see it, my first time back in Akureyri since the aughts. What are the odds."
"What are the odds." Anthony took a very large sip of wine.
Anthony, of course, had similar dreams of "before", and Sören had been waffling back and forth with asking him if he'd dreamt of the stone. Sören could practically see the gears turning in Anthony's head now, connecting the very big coincidence to the weirdness but not entirely sure how it fit together. Sören wasn't sure either.
"It was cathartic," Sören said. "I had a good cry out of relief, but we still managed to enjoy the rest of our holiday."
"Including seeing the northern lights, as I'd wanted," Nicholas said. "We went to the Nature Baths at Lake Mývatn and the aurora came out for us as we sat in the spring. It was truly magical."
"I'm glad you got to see the aurora. I took Sören to Sweden in early 2012 and we got to see the northern lights there but I'd love to see them in Iceland someday," Anthony said.
"I think that can be arranged," Sören said. "Now that Einar's gone, I feel... better about visiting Iceland a little more often." His guardians hadn't been the main reason for him leaving - he'd been roofied and raped at a club in Reykjavik, had no idea who did it, and the thought that the culprit was at large and there was a non-zero chance of running into him in a country of three hundred thousand people had been enough to keep him away for a long time. But Sören also felt safe with Nicholas, and safe with Anthony. The fact that Sören was even considering Nicholas's suggestion to move there in seven years after Nicholas retired was a huge deal. "Going there a second time, I... realized how much I miss it."
"I can't blame you for that, it's a beautiful country."
"Anthony..." Nicholas gave another small clear of his throat, and Sören knew what was coming next. It wasn't The Talk, but hopefully it would pave the way there. "Sören and I were talking, and we're planning on returning for another holiday there in June or July. We'd... like you to come with us this time."
Anthony's eyes widened. He put Sören's phone down and his fork. "You..." Anthony glanced at Sören, then back at Nicholas. They both nodded. "You want me to come with you next time?"
"Yes," Sören said. "I think we'd have a lot of fun together." He gave Anthony a pointed look, and sipped his wine.
The way Anthony's cheeks went pink told Sören everything he needed to know about how Anthony was going to handle The Talk. Sören did an internal victory dance and tried to wipe the smirk off his face as he finished his wine.
"As you know, it's your decision," Nicholas said. "We shan't be offended if you'd rather not, but -"
"Well, no... I... it's unexpected. I'd love to, if you don't think I'd be intruding on your couple time." Anthony bit his lower lip, and Sören resisted the urge to maul him.
"Not at all. On that note, Anthony, Sören and I wanted to have a discussion with you." Nicholas finished his own glass of wine.
"Oh?" Anthony looked a bit alarmed.
"It's nothing bad," Nicholas said.
When they went back down to the flat, Sören sat in an armchair this time, leaving the spot next to Anthony on the couch free for Nicholas. Tobias sat on the other cushion while Nicholas cleaned up in the kitchen, and Anthony fussed over the cat - Sören thought Anthony was so adorable that once again, he was aching to make Anthony writhe - and when Nicholas was ready, he picked up Tobias, sat down next to Anthony, and put Tobias on his lap. Anthony turned pink again and Sören tried to keep a poker face. Oh yeah, he definitely wants him.
Nicholas had another glass of wine, and after a few minutes of sipping wine and petting Tobias, collecting his thoughts, Nicholas said, "Sören and I invited you out to dinner not just because we missed your company, but also to thank you for your assistance with getting us back together."
"Well, you're welcome," Anthony said, "and there's no need to repay me. To be honest, I'm just relieved you're not angry with me for the way I went about it."
"I wasn't thrilled at the time," Sören admitted, "but you've also been above-board with honesty since you came back to my life, and I understand you went about it in the only way you could, really."
Anthony nodded. "I had to. I couldn't take it anymore, seeing both of you suffering like you were."
"It was unselfish of you," Nicholas said. "I appreciate your kindness."
Anthony gave a shy little smile. "Thanks. Your friendship is important to me."
"Yes. Well... Anthony... I don't just mean it as a friend." Nicholas reached and took one of Anthony's hands. Anthony's eyes widened. Tobias took the cue to jump down from Nicholas's lap and trot into the kitchen. Nicholas's thumb began to stroke Anthony's hand, and Anthony's mouth opened. "This is what Sören and I wanted to discuss with you. We..." Nicholas cleared his throat, and now Nicholas's cheeks were pink too. "We would like you to be with us. Both of us. What are they calling it now? A... throuple." Nicholas made a face; Sören restrained a giggle, finding Nicholas's reaction adorable, endearing, and strangely sexy. "That is not proper English, but..." Nicholas's expression softened. "Nonetheless, it feels proper. And right."
Anthony couldn't make words for a full minute, he just sat there stunned, mouth still open, eyes wide. He looked at Sören, who nodded, then back at Nicholas, who gave a small, encouraging smile - Nicholas was still holding and stroking Anthony's hand. Anthony's free hand pointed to Nicholas, then back at himself, and he finally stammered, "You... you... like me?"
"A bit more than like." Nicholas's eyes were tender.
Anthony withdrew his hand from Nicholas's, and for the briefest instant Sören worried it was a recoil and that Anthony would decide this was too weird and want to leave - but to his relief and delight, now that Anthony had both hands free, he used them to grab Nicholas's face and pull him into a deep, fierce, passionate kiss, like he'd been pent up for months. Sören's breath hitched and he let out a moan, watching the two loves of his life - the two sexiest men on Earth - kissing, mouths hungry. Anthony's hands slid down from Nicholas's face to Nicholas's chest, and Nicholas put his arms around Anthony, pulling him closer. They pulled back for a few seconds to catch their breath and look into each other's eyes, and then Nicholas led the next kiss, crushing Anthony's mouth to his, tongues teasing, tasting. A shiver went through Sören and his cock leapt to readiness.
They pulled back again, nuzzling; Nicholas stroked Anthony's cheek, affectionately ruffled Anthony's hair. Anthony gave him a sweet smile that took Sören's breath away. Then they kissed again. And again. It was the most erotic thing Sören had ever seen in his life, and they'd only just gotten started. Sören's cock throbbed, aching for relief, and Sören found himself reaching down his pajama bottoms and freeing his hard cock, stroking himself slowly as he watched them making out, not able to help himself. Sören bit his lower lip and groaned. The noise got their attention, and Anthony started laughing. "Wow, Sören."
"You guys are fucking hot." Already, Sören's precum was flowing, and he teased them both by bringing his fingers to his mouth and tasting it. "Fuck."
Nicholas gave an amused little smirk, but there was heat in his eyes as he watched Sören. "Shall we take this upstairs?"
"Please." Sören sprang up from the armchair. "I'm fucking dying."
Anthony grinned. "Hi Fucking Dying -"
Sören threw a couch pillow at him and Anthony dodged, then gave Nicholas another deep, sensual kiss, glancing over at Sören, knowing it was driving him mad with lust. Sören made a frustrated noise, marched over to Anthony, and pulled him up from the couch. "Us. Upstairs. Now." Sören growled.
Anthony reached for his cane and kissed Sören, grinning again. He slapped Sören's ass. "It's cute when you think you're in charge."
Sören dragged him by the hem of his shirt. Nicholas chuckled, following.
After they undressed, they got on the bed, with Anthony in the middle. He took turns looking at them with something like awe. "It... feels so surreal, that we're doing this," he said. He looked back at Nicholas, who smiled fondly. "I didn't want to say anything, I was worried you wouldn't want me..."
"Oh." Nicholas took Anthony's hand and kissed it. "I had the same fear."
"I feel like an idiot now," Anthony said, grinning.
Nicholas stroked Anthony's cheek and kissed his brow, then took Anthony's hand and guided it to his very hard cock. "This is proof that I want you. My body doesn't lie."
"Fuck." Sören's cock jolted. He felt ready to climb the walls out of lust and need.
"Well... the feeling is very mutual." Anthony smiled, and gave Nicholas another kiss. Sören moaned, cock throbbing, loving the sight of them kissing, caressing each other.
When Anthony and Nicholas pulled back, then Anthony kissed Sören and it was Nicholas's turn to moan as he watched them.
"The two of you are even more alluring together than in the paintings," Nicholas said. "Mind you, those are beautiful paintings. But yes, I worried then that you wouldn't want me, either." Nicholas touched Sören's face.
"Well..." Sören gave Anthony a conspiratorial look. "I think we should put this one's fears to rest about not being wanted."
"I agree," Anthony said.
Anthony shoved Nicholas onto his back and they fell on him, taking turns kissing him, then each other, before they began kissing, licking, and nibbling Nicholas's neck together, hands sliding over Nicholas's body. Nicholas groaned, reaching out to pet both of them. "My boys," he husked.
Sören licked Nicholas's chest hair as Nicholas and Anthony kissed, and then Anthony dove down and he and Sören each took a nipple, lapping, suckling, making Nicholas gasp and writhe, cock jolting. Sören reached down to play with Nicholas's hard cock, gently stroking, as Anthony's hand rubbed in lazy circles and swirls over Nicholas's stomach and thigh. Sören tugged a nipple with his teeth, growling, before sucking harder, and Nicholas groaned. He groaned again when Anthony did the same thing, and the look of lust in Anthony's eyes made Sören whimper, not able to keep himself from grinding his cock against Nicholas's thigh.
Sören and Anthony feasted on Nicholas's nipples for a long time, making them peak and glisten. Sören got more and more worked up at the sight of them, stroking himself, and Anthony started stroking himself too, and then after awhile he and Sören stroked each other as they continued to lick and suckle, Nicholas getting more vocal in his pleasure. Not wanting to come too soon, Sören reluctantly made himself stop and moved down to kiss and lick Nicholas's stomach. Anthony joined him, and Nicholas gasped and panted and moaned as they teased him there. Nicholas cried out when they went to work on his thighs. Sören loved nibbling Nicholas's thighs, knowing he'd be covered with love bites tomorrow. Nicholas's thighs were very sensitive and Anthony smiled as he licked and kissed and Nicholas writhed, growling.
"Having fun yet?" Sören smirked at Anthony.
"This is so much fun it should be illegal." Anthony nipped at Nicholas's thigh, making Nicholas grunt.
"I know something even more fun."
Sören moved over to Nicholas's cock, so hard the veins stood out prominently and it was completely slick with precum. It looked delicious and Sören moaned as he lapped at a drop of precum flowing down the head; Nicholas moaned too. Sören and Anthony licked Nicholas's cock together, teasing in the same rhythm - long, slow strokes of their tongues, then lashing away, before slowing down again. Every now and again Sören and Anthony kissed, Nicholas watching with hungry eyes, groaning as they playfully rubbed their tongues together, sharing the taste of Nicholas's precum between them. Sören kissed the head of Nicholas's cock as Anthony's tongue rubbed all over the shaft, and then Anthony worked on the head of Nicholas's cock as Sören's lips and tongue slid up and down the shaft. When Anthony licked at Nicholas's sensitive frenulum and Nicholas bucked, giving a hoarse cry, Sören almost came untouched. Sören pulled Anthony into another deep, needy kiss, and then he drew Nicholas's cock into his mouth, sucking hard, as Anthony licked and sucked at Nicholas's balls. After a few minutes they traded, Nicholas's cock in Anthony's mouth, Nicholas's balls in Sören's mouth. Nicholas panted, trembling, his eyes feverish. Sören let go of Nicholas's balls and kissed and licked Anthony's neck and the sweet hollow of his shoulder, making Anthony moan with his mouth full. Then Sören whispered, "I think it's your turn now."
Anthony lay back and gave them an amused look. Sören and Nicholas kissed him in turn, then kissed each other, making Anthony moan appreciatively. "The two of you are so fucking hot together," Anthony husked.
Sören kissed Nicholas again, running his hands through Nicholas's chest hair just to tease Anthony a little, then they moved in and began to make love to him in earnest, starting with his neck. As Sören and Nicholas kissed, licked, and nipped at his neck, Anthony moaned, arching to them, panting, quivering. "Oh, shit," he cried out, nails digging in Sören's back. "Fuck..."
Anthony's response was even more intense when Sören and Nicholas each took a nipple in their mouths, sucking at the same time. "Fuck!" His cock leapt, and Sören giggled before he started lapping at a hard nipple, thrilling to the sight of it. He and Nicholas spent awhile kissing Anthony's nipples, until Anthony was making feral noises, almost sobbing, his cock drenched in precum. Sören wanted to suck him right away, but made himself hold back. Instead, he took one of Anthony's arms and began to reverently, tenderly kiss and nuzzle the faint scarring there, from the accident. He traced the scars with his tongue, and then Nicholas did the same with the other arm, licking, kissing. Nicholas's mouth followed to the other scars - the jagged scars on Anthony's left shoulder, and the nasty one from the sternum to his armpit. Anthony's eyes misted at Nicholas's sweet little kisses, and the more sensual path of Nicholas's tongue, the acceptance in Nicholas's eyes as he honored him.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Sören asked.
"Yes." Nicholas touched Anthony's face. "The boy who lived."
Anthony chuckled and kissed Nicholas's hand, cheeks pink. Then he sighed as Nicholas kissed his way down to Anthony's stomach. Sören and Nicholas played there, kissing, nibbling, caressing, as Anthony moaned and shivered. Anthony got louder as they kissed and licked and nipped at his thighs. "Fuck... you guys are spoiling me."
"You deserve to be spoilt." Nicholas kissed the sensitive hollow behind Anthony's knee, smiling as Anthony shuddered. "Such a lovely boy."
"Oh my fucking god."
Sören wondered then if Anthony had a kink for being called "good boy" by an older man the same way he did, and then he wondered about unveiling their brother roleplaying kink to Nicholas, brother-lovers with their Daddy. He decided to hold off for now, in case Nicholas wasn't OK with that - he didn't want anything to ruin this beautiful experience - but he made a mental note to test the waters another time. The thought of roleplaying brothers with Anthony, with Nicholas as their Daddy, drove Sören wild, and he started sucking Anthony's cock hard and fast, devouring it, hungry for him. Anthony groaned and grabbed a fistful of Sören's curls. Nicholas moaned as he watched Sören suck Anthony's cock. "Magnificent," Nicholas murmured. He kissed and nibbled Sören's neck, and Sören whimpered with his mouth full. Then Nicholas moved in and began to help, licking and sucking Anthony's balls. Anthony writhed, moaning, in ecstasy as they took care of him, lavishing love.
Sören loved the taste of Anthony's precum, and there was so much of it. Sören grabbed Nicholas and kissed him, sharing it. Nicholas groaned into the kiss and when their tongues licked together, Anthony growled. Sören lapped up more precum and licked at Nicholas's tongue again before kissing him hard. Then Sören and Nicholas licked Anthony's cock together, slowly, making Anthony moan and cry out, clutching at them. After awhile Sören drew just the head into his mouth, kissing it, as Nicholas's tongue fluttered and lashed up and down the shaft. Then Nicholas kissed the head of Anthony's cock and Sören kissed all over the shaft, before Sören and Nicholas kissed again. They took turns teasing his frenulum, licking slow then fast, chasing more precum with their tongues, kissing each other with it. Nicholas was starting to grind against Sören now, and finally Nicholas nibbled on Sören's shoulder, slapped his ass, and ground out, "Your turn, dear."
Nothing could prepare Sören for the sensation or the delicious sight of Anthony and Nicholas teasing him together. Sören howled as they suckled his nipples at the same time, whimpered as they licked, nibbled. Sören writhed and screamed as they kissed and caressed his stomach and thighs, both men groaning into his flesh. The heat in Anthony's eyes as he nibbled at Sören's hip made Sören's cock jolt and gush precum, almost undone from that alone. But the best of all was when Anthony and Nicholas worshiped his cock together, licking hungrily, kissing each other with precum on their tongues. Sören had never been so aroused in his life, and he dug his nails into them, begging "oh god, please... please, oh shit, oh fuck, oh god, please..." He didn't know if he was begging them to just fuck him already, or never stop what they were doing. He felt so far gone in his lust, his need, his passion for them both that he couldn't think straight. Watching Anthony suck his cock while Nicholas licked and sucked his balls was a whole new world of pleasure, and then when Nicholas sucked him as Anthony teased his balls, Sören heard himself making inhuman noises, whining, grunting, feral.
As Anthony and Nicholas resumed licking his cock, Sören thought he was going to come, and while the thought of giving them both a facial was appealing, he wanted to come with them. "Fuck me," Sören panted. "Oh god, please. Please, fuck me, I need it so bad..."
Nicholas and Anthony looked at each other, then at Sören. "How does my good boy want it?" Nicholas asked, fingers lovingly stroking Sören's balls, rubbing the place where the root of his cock met the sac.
"Yes." Sören laughed, and then he thought of his most forbidden, luscious, debauched fantasy. "I want both of you inside me."
"Well, then, you should get us ready." Nicholas smirked at Anthony, and came up to kiss Sören, then Anthony kissed him, just before Nicholas pulled Anthony down against the pillows, kissing him deeply.
Sören slid down and Anthony and Nicholas watched as he took both their cocks in his mouth at once, to get them extra slippery from his mouth before the lube. Anthony groaned and Nicholas's breath hitched as they took a moment to appreciate the sight of both their cocks in Sören's needy mouth, and then they resumed kissing. Sören stroked himself gently as he watched them making out, his mouth full of their cocks. He loved this, and once again felt himself climbing to that edge - he knew he could come just from this, so completely aroused by watching his men kissing and caressing each other, their cocks rubbing together in his mouth.
When Sören couldn't take it anymore, he kissed his way up their bodies, and kissed Nicholas, then Anthony, and went back and forth, kissing them each again and again, until Nicholas slapped Sören's ass. Then Nicholas got out the lube, and Sören moaned as he watched Nicholas stroke Anthony's cock, working the lube over it. Nicholas got behind Sören and poured lube into the crack of his ass; Sören moaned again as he felt the lube dripping inside. Nicholas pushed two fingers into Sören and found the prostate right away, rubbing in slow, languid circles, then harder, faster. Soon Nicholas was working three fingers in and out of him and Sören rocked his hips, fucking himself on Nicholas's fingers. Nicholas groaned. "I think it's time," Nicholas rasped.
Anthony lay there, looking up at Sören with love in his eyes as Sören straddled his hips. Sören began to sink down, slowly, taking Anthony's cock an inch at a time until at last Anthony was all the way inside. They rested like that for a moment, and Sören leaned in to kiss him. Anthony's hands slid over Sören's body, and he playfully slapped Sören's ass. "You naughty thing," Anthony said, and he nipped at Sören's lower lip. "I love it." He kissed Sören deeply, and when they pulled apart, Anthony's eyes were shining. He stroked Sören's face, pet his curls. "I love you." He drew Sören into another kiss.
Sören rode slowly at first, while Nicholas watched, stroking himself. "The two of you are so beautiful together," Nicholas said.
Watching Nicholas stroke his cock made Sören crazy, lust intensified by the way Anthony's cock felt inside him, the look on Anthony's face. Sören started to ride a little harder and faster, not able to help himself, and then harder and faster still, working his hips in a circular motion, knowing how much Anthony loved that. Anthony groaned and slapped Sören's ass, then reached and started playing with Sören's cock. Sören gasped - he wasn't going to last long if Anthony kept that up, the rhythm on his cock and inside him combining in the most delicious way. Nicholas growled, and feeling naughty, Sören collected precum on his fingers and stuck them in Nicholas's mouth. Nicholas gave Sören a look like he was going to eat him, and finally Nicholas stopped stroking himself and got on his knees behind Sören. Sören's breath hitched as he felt the tip of Nicholas's cock press against his opening.
It was a tight, tight fit to get them both inside, Sören felt like he was being split, but it was so worth it for that feeling of rightness, that feeling of completion, belonging. "Oh god, yes," Sören breathed, euphoria flooding him and he hadn't even come yet.
The push and pull of Anthony and Nicholas's cocks inside him was so intense that Sören quivered, feeling himself rush to that edge. He made himself hold back just a little longer, not able to get enough of them, wanting to stay lost in that place of feeling them rub together inside him, the sensation exquisite - the thought of their hard cocks rubbing together, the two of them making love to each other this way as they made love to him, even more exquisite. Nicholas wrapped an arm around Sören, kissed and licked his neck, and Anthony groaned. "Fuck, you guys are hot," he whispered.
Anthony stroked Sören's cock harder, faster, and Nicholas's free hand covered Anthony's. When Nicholas collected Sören's precum on his fingers and put them in Anthony's mouth, watching Anthony sensually suck Nicholas's fingers set Sören off, coming hard, spraying Anthony's chest with his seed as he pulsed, feeling like he was flying. A few thrusts later and Anthony shuddered, letting out a gasp, and when he spilled over Nicholas's cock that sent Nicholas over the edge, giving a deep groan as he spent, trembling against Sören. The three of them joined hands as they throbbed together, panting, and Sören sank down into Anthony's waiting arms, then Nicholas collapsed on top of him. They found their way into a cuddle-pile, all three of them entangled, kissing and nuzzling each other. The room spun and rocked, everything was too bright, and then a softer glow, a floaty feeling. Sören smiled through happy tears.
"I love you both so much," Sören said, meaning that with all of his heart.
Nicholas ruffled Sören's curls, then tousled Anthony's hair. "My boys," he husked.
With three sets of fingers linked, Sören started to drift, as content as could be.
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