It was a short blog entry, and to the point.
Not having a good day today. It's The Ex's birthday, and even though it's been over two years since the breakup, it still hurts.
Sören lowered his head and sighed. Life was better these days - he had gotten back into the groove with his creativity, he had more friends now... he had Anthony. He was arguably happier these days than he had been three years ago when he and his ex were still together.
He hated that the memories still hurt. Not as raw as they had been, festering for months on end, but they still twinged hard when there were reminders, like this entire day. Last year he'd stayed in bed all day.
Sören went to fix himself lunch, then he worked on his tablet for awhile, and when he went back to check his e-mail he saw he had a comment on his post.
It was from Anthony. Hey. You OK? You need anything?
Sören quickly typed back a response. I need hugs.
A few minutes later Anthony commented with, Do you want to come over tonight?
For the next few hours Sören tried to distract himself, not wanting to be a downer when Anthony drove up, but when Anthony showed up it was raining, and somehow the melancholy atmosphere brought on the tears as Sören rode in the passenger seat, looking out the window. Sören tried to be stoic about it, quiet, but when they arrived at Anthony's place, Anthony took one look at Sören, knew Sören had been crying, and without saying a word he reached out and pulled Sören against him and just held him for a few minutes as the cold fall rain poured on the windshield and the windows.
That night they made a blanket fort and curled up together watching cartoons, as they had done before, but this time they spooned and Sören let go, letting the tension roll out of his body in the gentle strength of Anthony's arms around him.
They had popcorn and brownie bites, their fingers brushing a few times as they reached into the bowls. When they were most of the way through their snacks, Anthony began nuzzling Sören's neck, and then leaving tender little kisses that nonetheless felt sensual and sent a frisson down Sören's spine. Sören leaned up a little, grabbed a handful of popcorn, and instead of bringing it to his mouth, he fed Anthony. Anthony sucked the cheese and butter off Sören's fingers and Sören moaned softly.
Anthony did the same, with Sören eating from his hand like a beloved pet, then licking and sucking Anthony's fingers clean. They sat up and took turns nibbling popcorn from each other's hands, licking palms, sucking fingers. Then they put brownie bites in each other's mouths, licking up and down each other's fingers, sucking fingers like they were cocks, gliding in and out slowly, looking into each other's eyes.
Anthony pulled Sören into a deep kiss, and Sören melted, running his hands over Anthony's chest through his sweatshirt. Anthony kissed the tip of Sören's nose, gave it a boop, and then he crawled out of the blanket fort. Sören crawled out too and Anthony made a "wait here" gesture.
Sören waited in the hall, tapping his foot, while Anthony did something in the bedroom, and then Anthony opened the door, reached out a hand, and dragged Sören into the bedroom, making Sören giggle.
The laugh became a gasp as Sören looked around and saw Anthony had lit candles on his bedtable and bookshelf. The covers were pulled off to the side... and there was a plastic cover on the sheets.
Sören's jaw dropped, realizing what that was for. They had talked about it, but hadn't tried it together. Tonight was the night, apparently.
"I drank a lot of water before I came to get you," Anthony said, and with a cheeky grin he pulled off his sweatshirt. Sören let out an appreciative "mmmm" at the sight of Anthony bare-chested, and began to undress himself.
After they got on the bed, they held each other for a moment, kissing, then Anthony said, "I have something for you."
"Oh?"
Anthony reached over to the bedtable, opened the drawer, and pulled out a rainbow dog collar and matching leash. Sören squeaked with happiness and gave a little clap, then cleared his throat and tried to preserve some of his dignity. But Anthony seemed charmed by the reaction, giving Sören's nose a kiss, and then he asked, "May I?"
Sören nodded eagerly.
Anthony put the collar on Sören's neck, and clipped the leash through. Sören felt himself creaming, slick down his thighs.
"How's that?" Anthony asked, his free hand touching Sören's cheek.
"Perfect." Sören bit his lower lip.
"Good." Anthony booped Sören's nose, then he gently pushed Sören back against the pillows.
With the leash wrapped around Anthony's hand, their hands roamed over each other, exploring, caressing. It felt so good to be touched after years of touch starvation, something Sören would never take for granted. They looked into each other's eyes and Sören reached up to touch Anthony's face, wanting Anthony to feel how much he was appreciated and loved. They kissed deeply and began grinding against each other, Anthony's big cock teasing Sören's little t-dick, and Anthony growled as he felt how wet Sören was for him. He kissed and licked down Sören's neck and Sören dug his nails into Anthony's sides with a whimper.
"So wet." Anthony's breath hitched and he let out a groan that made Sören throb and buck against him. Anthony growled again and licked down Sören's neck, and up his throat, then kissed and nibbled his way back down, his mouth taking a curved path to Sören's shoulder. "You are so. Fucking. Wet."
"Need you," Sören breathed.
Anthony kissed him hard, and they both moaned into the kiss. Then Anthony gave the leash a tug, pulling Sören closer to him, and their eyes locked. Suddenly, Sören felt hot liquid squirt over his cleft, pouring down his dick and rushing inside him. Sören cried out as he realized Anthony was pissing on him.
"Mine." Anthony bit Sören's neck.
Sören came a little, a few pulsing contractions, his thighs and stomach twitching in time with his dick and his hole. Anthony's cock slid against Sören's again in time to feel one of those contractions and he chuckled, kissing where he'd just bitten, making Sören moan.
"You're mine," Anthony whispered, and licked Sören's neck.
Sören moaned louder and arched to him, rolling his hips, wanting to come again, craving that bigger release. Wanting to fuck, wanting to surrender.
"Mine. This belongs to me now," Anthony purred.
"Oh god, yes." Sören's nails dug in Anthony's back, and he felt his own juices dripping, wanting him so much it hurt.
"That's right. This is a new anniversary for you. The day I marked you. The day I claimed you." Anthony nibbled the sweet hollow where neck and shoulder met and Sören cried out, nails raking Anthony's back again.
Anthony rubbed against him more insistently, and Sören worked his hips, matching his rhythm. He could feel the wet puddle underneath him on the plastic - Anthony's piss and his own juices - and knowing they were rutting in piss like animals brought out the animal side of Sören, bucking, moaning and panting. Anthony wasn't inside him, just rubbing cock against cock, but they were still fucking this way, and Sören loved it.
"Mine," Anthony rasped, pulling on the leash. He kissed up and down Sören's neck, then up to Sören's mouth, their tongues licking, teasing like their cocks were teasing. Sören whimpered and their lips met, kissing deeply, hungrily.
"Oh shit, oh god, fuck me just like that." Sören kept rocking back at him, lost in the pleasure, savoring, trying to hold back, needing more. "Oh fuck..."
"Mine." Anthony nibbled Sören's neck and shoulder. "Mine. Not hers anymore. This pussy belongs to me now."
Sören bit his lip and whimpered. The rubbing felt so delicious, and he never wanted to stop. Anthony's gentle domination of him made it even more luscious. "More, oh fuck, more, please..."
Their tongues licked again, and then Anthony licked down Sören's throat and Sören cried out. Anthony tugged on the leash again and the fingers of his other hand went in Sören's mouth, as Anthony kissed Sören's neck and shoulder, nuzzled. Sören felt almost ready to come just from the feel of Anthony's breath on his skin, the look of lust in Anthony's eyes.
"That's it. Show me who this boypussy belongs to." Anthony flashed a wicked grin. "Turned you out and this is a gay little faggot pussy now."
"Oh, FUCK!" Sören's nails raked down Anthony's ass, feeling those flutters again, tension coiling higher and higher, to the shatterpoint. He was almost there, and Anthony knew it. Anthony knew his weaknesses, his most forbidden, taboo desires. They had talked about kink months before they'd gone there, fucking each other's minds long before they'd touched each other's bodies.
Now Anthony played one of the strongest kinks of all, continuing to pull on the leash as he rubbed harder, faster, the bed rocking. "Mmmm, my dick's bigger than your little faggot dick. Little gay faggot dicks like yours were made to be fucked like this..."
"Oh god." Sören bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, so close, so fucking close. "Oh god, more, please, oh god, more, please, more... Ohgodohgodohgod..."
"That's right. You're my little fag bitch now, and I'm gonna fuck your hot little sissy faggot pussy anytime I want, and you're gonna give it up to me like the fucking faggot slut you are -"
Sören opened his mouth and no sound came out as the throbbing began. Then as the pulsating contractions intensified, Sören heard a high-pitched, seething cry come out of himself, that became a deeper roar through clenched teeth.
Anthony grunted and leaned in to kiss Sören hard, tugging the leash again as his hot seed splashed Sören's cleft and belly. Sören whimpered, pulsing again at the wonderful feel of Anthony's seed marking his skin, another claiming.
"Good boy." Anthony kissed the tip of Sören's nose.
Sören sighed as he flexed his fingers and toes, and erupted into giggles at the euphoria washing over him. He sighed again and wrapped his arms and legs around Anthony and they rolled onto their sides, holding each other, clinging together, breathing each other's breath.
Sören snuggled into Anthony's shoulder and Anthony rubbed Sören's back, pet his curls. Sören listened to the sound of the rain, then Anthony's heartbeat as Anthony cradled him.
"You're safe with me," Anthony said softly.
Sören closed his eyes and smiled. "I know."