"Nya!"
Anthony opens his eyes just before he gets headbutted in the face by Seamus, who then rubs his wet nose on Anthony's nose. Anthony grins and kisses the grey tabby's forehead, then begins to rub the cat's whisker pads and skritch the ruff of his neck; Seamus leans into his touch with a very loud purr. Seamus gives slow blinks and headbutts Anthony again. "Prrp."
Anthony glances over at the clock - it's Tuesday, their day off, but they have the alarm set anyway to not disrupt their body clocks too much, left to his own devices Sören will sleep until the afternoon. The alarm won't go off for another hour and a half, and Anthony heaves a deep sigh as Seamus climbs onto his chest and begins kneading, headbutting him in the face very hard. "Brrt! Prrp. Nya!" Next to him, Sören is snoring softly.
Anthony gives Seamus more skritches then he sits up and Seamus climbs onto his shoulder, purring harder. Anthony watches Solly and Snúður walk in, and they sit by the edge of the bed, looking at him expectantly as if to say "Well?"
Anthony shakes his head - these cats aren't going to let him go back to sleep. He puts Seamus down beside him on the bed and just as he gets up, Seamus climbs up his back and settles onto his shoulders. Seamus rides his shoulders, kneading with his claws, purring thunderously as Anthony walks out to the kitchen, Solly and Snúður trotting ahead. Within a few paces of the kitchen, Solly and Snúður take turns meowing.
Mark has already fed them. Anthony puts his hands on his hips and gives the cats a look. "You have food," he tells them, like they can understand English.
"MOW," Snúður insists.
"Vrrp," Seamus adds.
Anthony groans. He makes coffee - Seamus still riding his shoulders - and once the coffee is ready, Seamus gets down and resignedly eats the food in the dish. Solly, however, circles Anthony's legs, every now and again looking up at him with her big owl eyes, and when she gives a silent meow Anthony finds himself opening up a fresh can of food.
"Damn you," Anthony says.
Anthony figures the cats woke Mark up and then Mark went back to bed. Anthony reflects on the sleep deficit Mark must have after however long he's been living in a van, where he can go back to sleep after such a disruption.
Anthony sits on the couch with his coffee and after the cup is half-gone he puts it down, opens up his laptop and he finds an e-mail from his mum. Elaine has started a more aggressive round of chemo and radiation, and shaved her head once her hair began to fall out - there's pictures. She's also lost weight, and the photos of her looking so gaunt and frail, with her bald head, makes Anthony tear up. He aches to bridge the gap across the ocean and give his mother a hug. He aches to fix it, and he can't.
Elaine has asked him how he's doing, and Anthony chews his pen, trying to figure out what's appropriate to tell her about recent developments. She's planning on visiting for Christmas, and he can't just ask Mark to leave for the holidays, but he doesn't know how to talk about Mark.
It's the beginning of October; Mark has been living with them for a week. So far everything has been good. And yet, Anthony can hear Elaine's concerned questions in the back of his mind as he tries to think of how to word the latest news of his life. You took in some homeless guy off the street? How well do you know him? For all you know, he could be lying about who he is. He could be violent...
Elaine is well-to-do, though she donates to charity - something she was doing even when she was an alcoholic - and one of the most noticeable differences about the UK and the US is how class is handled. There's classism in the US, Anthony has seen the "People of Wal-Mart" subreddit, but it's worse in the UK. Though his parents were both from money, he was raised by a retired Royal Navy officer and a factory worker, so he's less snobbish than he could have been if his parents had raised him, but even so he went to Cambridge and for awhile he lived a posh life in London as a barrister married to another barrister, and later he was able to afford to live in New York for a few years. Being poor enough to sell his Audi, go mostly-vegetarian and do OnlyFans has been a more recent development, and he and Sören are still better off than many in these trying times. Anthony cringes as he thinks of how Elaine is going to react to Mark, even though she will likely be unfailingly polite to his face.
And yet, Anthony has had those same concerns himself. He was a criminal defense barrister before he moved to the States and began working for the ACLU. He knows what people are capable of. He knows he's taken a big risk letting Mark stay with them, and if something happens to Sören he'll never forgive himself. He also knows that trans people are more likely to be victims of violent crime than the perpetrators, and that they quite possibly rescued Mark from becoming another trans murder statistic on the streets...
...and his own sense of danger is heightened because of his PTSD from getting stabbed in 2016, after Trump got elected. The fact is, they could have taken in a roommate from Craigslist who wasn't down on their luck and Anthony would still be quietly freaking out a little over having a stranger under their roof, wondering what was brewing in a heart of darkness.
But he still feels guilty. They've known Mark since August and Mark has been kind, helpful. Mark seems like a genuinely good person who's gotten the shit end of the stick, and Anthony doesn't want to be suspicious of him. Anthony doesn't want -
Mark is standing right there. Anthony jumps, and ends up dropping his laptop on the floor. "Fuck. Bugger. Shit," Anthony mutters as he ducks down to retrieve his laptop, hoping he didn't damage it because he really can't afford to replace it right now.
"Sorry," Mark says with his Canadian accent, "sore-ree".
"I. I didn't hear you walk in." Anthony takes a few deep breaths, trying to pull himself together. He hates having such a powerful startle reflex, but he knows that's a byproduct of having been stabbed. And even though he's hypervigilant enough to notice small movements and sounds - that sensory information might save his life, or Sören's - he's also observed that Mark has very light footfall, unusually so, almost inhuman.
To Anthony's relief, his laptop is fine. Mark gets a cup of coffee and sits in the armchair. The cats go over to Mark for attention. Anthony tries to start a reply to his mother but he's still shaken up, and he finally puts his laptop down on the coffee table to finish his coffee and try to breathe.
"I'm really, really sorry," Mark says in that smooth velvet voice of his. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"I know it wasn't intentional." Anthony manages a tight smile - he doesn't want Mark to beat himself up. His heart rate starts to slow down. "Did you sleep OK? I take it the cats woke you up for food."
Mark laughs - even his laugh is musical. His smile lights up his face and Anthony's smile isn't forced anymore. "There are worse ways to wake up. I gave them some food then they put me back to sleep, purring away. They're very soothing."
"So's your voice," Anthony says, noticing himself starting to relax at the sound of Mark's voice. "You should do ASMR videos."
Mark's look of genuine confusion makes Anthony laugh. "What's... ASMR?"
Anthony pulls up Wikipedia in another tab and passes the laptop over to Mark to show him. "Autonomous sensory meridian response, triggered by visual or auditory stimuli. A lot of people report having that pleasant sensation listening to, say, Mister Rogers or Bob Ross. My husband's accent gives me that feeling too."
"Sören has a lovely accent," Mark says, nodding. He scans the article then passes the laptop back to Anthony. "Interesting. I don't know if I have what it takes to be a YouTube celebrity, though, or uh... what's that called. TicTac?"
"TikTok." Anthony loses it. Then he feels bad for laughing, knowing Mark probably wasn't getting regular Internet access living in his van, and even if so, not everyone does social media. Anthony hates social media himself. "No, I don't blame you." Anthony decides not to tell Mark about OnlyFans; he and Sören are overdue for making a video and they really do need the money now.
"I'm glad you find my voice pleasant to listen to, though. I feel bad you got startled -"
"It happens." Anthony puts down the laptop and leans back. "You know I got stabbed, and I've never really quite recovered from that mentally."
"Do you... want to talk about it? It's OK if you don't, I don't want you to get triggered -"
"No, it's." Anthony takes a deep breath. "I used to work for the ACLU, I specialized in trans rights cases, obviously that's personal for me. I am... a creature of habit, I have daily and weekly routines. I used to go from my office to a specific cafe on Fridays and for a few weeks in a row I noticed this same woman sitting a few tables away every time, I never interacted with her but she would just... watch me. It started to look like it wasn't a coincidence and I didn't know what was going on, if she had a crush on me or what, but anyway one Friday afternoon just before Christmas in 2016 she wasn't there and as I was leaving the cafe to go out to my car, she shanked me in the parking lot. Turns out she was a radical feminist who had a problem with trans people, and fancied herself a sort of martyr for the cause, wanted to kill me as 'a traitor to women' for transitioning to male and fighting for trans people in court."
Mark lets out a low whistle, then he sits there with his mouth open.
"She had a manifesto and everything. Kind of like a modern-day Valerie Solanas, the woman who shot Andy Warhol." Anthony folds his arms reflexively over where he has scars, even though he has a shirt on. "My attacker even blamed 'the trans agenda' for why Trump won, claiming that liberals who don't support being transgender decided to vote for Trump. It's great to be blamed for that wankstain on top of everything else, let me tell you."
"I... don't even know what to say." Mark blinks. "I'm so sorry."
Anthony shrugs. "I spent some time in the hospital, and then I tried to go back to work, but I was having constant panic attacks. So I sold my Audi, ended my lease, put my stuff in storage, and I traveled for a couple months to give myself an incentive to normalize being out in public again, like exposure therapy but more fun. My last stop was Iceland, where Sören and I met and fell in love. I came back to the States, started the shop with a small business loan, and put Sören down as my employee to help him come over here on a work visa." Anthony snickers. "If you've ever seen that movie Secretary -" Then Anthony checks himself. He doesn't have as much of a lack of brain-to-mouth filter as Sören does, but Mark doesn't need to know about their kink.
Then again, Anthony learned from the days he was taking Shibari classes in New York that people from all walks of life are kinky, and not to judge a book by its cover. He wonders if Mark is kinky, and his cheeks burn with shame as he thinks about Mark getting tied up and spanked... and finding those thoughts appealing.
You took him in off the street, he needs family, he needs a safe place, not to feel pressure to do sexual favors for the people giving him food and shelter. Power imbalance much? You bloody pervert.
"I had to go back to New York for a bit for the trial," Anthony says, quickly steering the conversation away from sex. "Those were difficult times, being apart from Sören running the shop by himself, missing the cats, the fucking stress of having to relive all of that on the witness stand..."
"You're very strong," Mark says, looking him in the eye. "Very brave."
Anthony gives a nervous laugh. "I don't feel like it, sometimes. It's a miracle I'm not wearing Kevlar every day, I was doing that for awhile."
"My father once told me that courage isn't the absence of fear but pressing on while feeling the fear. I think my father would have liked you very much."
Anthony chokes up a little, hurting for Mark not having a family anymore.
Then Mark goes on, "I get it that since we're still getting to know each other, you probably feel nervous around me, after what happened. It's very kind of you and Sören to let me stay with you, but I don't want to make your PTSD worse -"
Anthony puts up his hands. "I won't lie, the paranoid part of my brain worries you're a serial killer in disguise, but the rational part of my brain knows I have a better chance of being struck by lightning than to experience attempted murder a second time." Anthony can't help a round of gallows humor. "Second murder. Like second breakfast, only far less pleasant."
Mark rolls his eyes but his lips quirk with amusement. "I see you're that kind of Tolkien fan."
"Only just so. I've only read Lord Of The Rings and The Hobbit and obviously we've seen the movies. I know he has other books but I've never gotten around to them."
Mark nods and looks off to the side.
"Anyway," Anthony says, "I don't want you to feel like you're making my PTSD worse, OK? I want you to feel welcome here. And if Sören were in here, he'd say the exact same thing. I want you here, and Sören does too."
As if on cue, Sören stumbles in, face still scrunched up from sleep, his curls a mess. He grunts an acknowledgment and staggers over to the coffee. Once Sören is seated next to him, looking surly - like he's mad at the sun for making mornings, which is adorably hilarious - Anthony gives Sören some silence to wake up, but then Sören sees a photo of Elaine.
"Jesus Christ," Sören says.
Mark's eyebrows shoot up.
"Your mum looks terrible. Um, sorry." Sören quickly sips his coffee. "I didn't -"
"No, it's OK, she does." Anthony glances over at Mark and explains. "My mum has cancer, she started a more intensive round of chemo and radiation, she e-mailed me with an update. She... lost her hair." Anthony exhales. "Just as a heads up, she's coming to visit us for Christmas so you'll be meeting her. I'm trying to figure out what to tell her about you that isn't going to be awkward."
Mark shifts in his seat. "I could go somewhere for a few days -"
"NO." Anthony feels almost angry by that response. It's bad enough Mark is beating himself up over startling him and doing the "I could go away if you need me to" thing - Anthony wonders how many people have treated him as expendable in the past - but something about Mark being alone on Christmas tears him up inside. "Mark, you're family too."
"Don't make us tie you up," Sören says, and then he chugs coffee, aware of what came out of his mouth. Anthony tries not to laugh... and tries not to think about Mark tied up, getting spanked, getting teased...
Stop it, pervert.
"I mean, you wouldn't tie up your own family members," Anthony says, trying to be funny. Trying desperately not to think about how delicious Mark would look tied up.
Mark has taken a sip of coffee, and now he wears it. Anthony panics for a moment as it looks like Mark is choking, but Mark recovers - and looks down at the mess on his shirt.
"Shit," Mark says. "Be back in a few." He gets up and goes down the hall, face beetroot.
Sören and Anthony sit there for a moment, staring at the picture of Elaine, then Sören reaches over and gives Anthony a fierce, tight hug. "Elskan," Sören says.
Anthony leans on his husband and nuzzles Sören's beard, letting himself be comforted by Sören's presence.
As they hear the sink running down the hall, Sören lets go with one arm but keeps the other around Anthony, rubbing his back. "So... I heard something about me wanting Mark here."
Anthony nods solemnly. "I got startled and dropped my laptop and Mark felt bad and I told him about why I startle easily - the stabbing in New York - and I admitted that yes, I'm hypervigilant, I think I put my foot in it by saying the PTSD part of me worries he's a serial killer but the rational part of me knows he's not, and... Mark kind of beat himself up, said he doesn't want to make my PTSD worse by staying here..."
"Oh. Oh god."
"Yeah. So I'm trying to be reassuring, but I feel like I'm terrible at this."
Solly hops up on the couch and Anthony and Sören take turns giving her pettings. "What do you think, Solly?" Anthony asks, like the cat can understand him and reply. "You gonna help me make Mark feel at home?"
Solly grabs Anthony's wrist with her front paws and gently noms with her mostly-toothless mouth.
Sören smirks. "Aww Solly, are you trying to vore your dad?" He skritches Solly's chin.
Anthony facepalms, laughing. "Sören, I swear to god."
Then Solly grabs Sören's wrist and does the same. Sören says, "That's how we can make him feel more welcome. 'Don't worry Mark, our cat's into vore, and she's family, so if you are a killer we won't judge...'"
Anthony laughs harder, a full-bodied, belly laugh, eyes tearing up. "GODDAMMIT SÖREN." This is why he loves Sören, the ridiculous man he married.
Mark comes back with a different shirt on, and Sören sits up with his hands folded in his lap, batting his eyelashes innocently. Anthony wonders if Sören is going to make another vore joke, but instead Sören asks, "So, Mark... you've been living with us for a week. Are you very sure the room isn't too cramped with all my art shit in it? I can move it out here if..."
"It's fine. I like it, it's like my father's workshop." Mark sits back down.
"OK. Well..." Sören looks at Anthony and back at Mark. "When we were bringing in your stuff, I couldn't help but notice you... don't have a lot of it. I know that you can't fit a lot of stuff into your van, but since you're going to stay here awhile... you could use some more clothes, I think, and maybe, like... I don't know, a shelf of little decoration type things to make your room feel more like home."
"I agree," Anthony says, even though money is going to be tighter now that he's paying Mark for 20-30 hours a week and they're feeding a third person. He puts an arm around Sören and rubs his shoulder, tousles his hair - that was a good save. "If you want to go shopping, we can go today."
"I..." Mark looks at Sören, then at Anthony, then back at Sören. "Are you sure? I don't want to be a financial burden -"
"We can do it. We can't get too extravagant, but we could, like, take you to Target."
"If you're sure," Mark says.
Sören claps his hands excitedly. "Let's do this."
Bentham has a strip mall with a Target, a Barnes and Noble, a few restaurants, a laundromat, an arcade and a bowling alley. It's been awhile since Anthony and Sören have been there, in part because of the pandemic, in part because of finances, and it feels somewhat surreal as they get out of the Prius and walk over to Target.
They start with clothing. Mark is a T-shirt and jeans guy, though even in casual clothing he looks like a supermodel. They get him some boxer shorts, a couple pairs of pajamas, a couple new pairs of jeans, some T-shirts, and then warmer clothing - sweaters, a couple hoodies. Warm socks.
"I wish I knew how to knit or I'd knit you some socks," Sören says.
Mark smiles. "I knit, but I haven't done it in a long time."
Sören drags them to the craft section to buy Mark knitting needles and some yarn in different colors. The smile on Mark's face breaks Anthony's heart.
They put a simple white shelf unit in their cart, though Mark is undecided yet about what kinds of personal decorations would go there. Anthony understands that - he imagines that living in a van for so long, it's weird just to have a room of one's own, never mind trying to acquire a few things to brighten it up.
"I can always make you a sculpture or a vase or something," Sören says.
"I'd like that." Mark gives him a hug.
When they're all checked out and wheeling the cart to the Prius, Anthony looks over at the arcade and bowling alley. He sees Sören glancing over too with a wistful look on his face.
Anthony checks the time. "You want..."
Sören shakes his head. "I'm already kinda worn out from walking around a big store." He frowns. "I wish I had my fucking strength back. Long COVID sucks ass."
Anthony pats him. "Well, maybe one of these days we can take Mark out here just to do the arcade or go bowling."
"That would be fun." Then Sören glances over at the Barnes and Noble. "We could go visit the Barnes and Noble sometime too, put a hex on our competitor." Sören makes the horns and aims at the store, waggling his tongue like Gene Simmons of KISS.
Anthony laughs, and then an elderly woman passes by and says, "I remember when it was a Waldenbooks, ayuh."
That comment is so random - and the woman just keeps walking - that it cracks Anthony and Sören up. Mark nods and says, "I remember Waldenbooks."
"What the fuck is Waldenbooks?" Sören asks. "They sold books, right?"
"Yup, defunct bookstore chain. Got absorbed by Borders, which got absorbed by Barnes and Noble." Mark smiles. "I've spent a lot of time in bookstores."
Sören glances back at the Barnes and Noble... and over at the restaurants. The strip mall has a Burger King, a KFC, a Starbucks and a Chinese buffet. "Man, I could go for a Whopper."
Anthony pats him. He feels a twinge of guilt, not wanting to say no to Sören... the sting of shame like he should be a better provider than this. "We have to be careful right now -" He doesn't want to get into budget logistics in front of Mark and make him feel guilty again.
"I know," Sören says. "It's too soon after re-opening the shop, business has been good but we don't know if that'll hold."
That's a nice save, better than "an employee and a third mouth to feed." Then Sören smirks and Anthony knows Sören is going to crack a joke to lighten the mood. "If the shop tanks, we have enough experience with the cafe part we could open a restaurant." Sören's smirk becomes a grin. "Call it Vore King."
Anthony facepalms. "It has been zero hours since you last mentioned vore."
The utterly dumbfounded look on Mark's face is priceless. "What's vore?"
Anthony and Sören lean on each other in hysterics - somehow the idea of explaining vore to Mark hits Anthony's funny bone - and then Sören says, "It's. Uh. It's, like, a cannibalism fetish." Sören quickly adds, "I'm not into it but it shows up in fanfic, enough that it's become kind of a meme."
"You read a lot of fanfiction?" Mark raises an eyebrow.
"Not a lot, but sometimes," Sören says.
"Slash," Anthony says, knowing Sören's tastes.
"The guitarist from Guns N Roses?" Mark narrows his eyes.
"No," Anthony says, laughing.
"OK. Is it... is it like bussy?"
Anthony and Sören crack up laughing again. People in the car stall across from them are staring and Anthony and Sören laugh even harder.
"Get in the car," Anthony says to Mark, then he looks at Sören and says, "You too, Vore King."
"No no, that's Vore High King to you." Sören sticks his tongue out.
Mark gives them another strange look, then he looks off to the side and laughs too, before ducking into the car.
Anthony cooks dinner - a vegetarian stir-fry with tofu, red and yellow bell peppers, sugar snap peas, carrots, mushrooms, broccoli, baby corn, and water chestnuts, over rice - while Sören works on his Wacom tablet and Mark plays guitar in the living room. Listening to Mark play and sing while he's cooking makes Anthony feel very cozy...
...and reinforces that feeling of Yes, I want you here. You belong here.
Mark takes a break from performing. "Is it OK if I get some water from the fridge?"
Anthony puts his hands on his hips. "Mark, you live here. You don't need to ask permission to get a drink." He wonders what Mark went through that he feels like he has to ask permission just to have a glass of water, and when Mark comes over to the fridge, Anthony gives him a hug.
Sören walks over and joins in the hug, and then Mark leans in to examine what's on the stove. "Smells good," Mark says.
"I feel like I should apologize for how often we eat vegetarian food," Anthony says, feeling a little sheepish. "We cut back to only eating meat twice a week during the pandemic, because it's less expensive, though it's also better for the environment... and now we're down to one day a week."
"I don't mind," Mark says. "It's enough that I even have food on a regular basis."
They hug again, and then Anthony takes the big spoon and lets Mark taste the sauce. Mark gives the thumbs up before he takes his water and sits down. Sören lingers, and Anthony realizes Sören wants to taste the sauce too, even though he's had this exact dish dozens of times now.
Anthony brings the big spoon to Sören's lips and Sören takes a quick glance over at Mark - who's fussing over the cats - and then gives Anthony a naughty look as he takes a long, sensual lick at the spoon. Then his full lips wrap around the spoon and he sucks it like a cock. Anthony feels that thrust in his loins, intensified as Sören moves closer and starts grinding against him.
"You know," Anthony whispers, "you're gonna get it later, you little tease."
Sören grins. "Jæja, let me make it count." With that, he pushes Anthony up against the kitchen counter and kisses him, and his hand slips down Anthony's pants; Anthony stifles a moan as Sören gropes him. Then Sören licks and sucks Anthony's juices from his fingers. "Mmmm, that's really good sauce."
Anthony smacks Sören's ass as Sören scampers off, giggling.
As far as Anthony can tell, Mark didn't see them misbehaving, and if he did, he acts completely nonchalant, but Anthony's face is on fire anyway as he finishes cooking... and his mind races with fantasies of how he's going to get Sören back for being such a cocktease. He had plans of making a video for their OnlyFans either tonight or sometime within the next few days anyway, but it seems like the perfect opportunity.
Anthony has sex on the brain enough that he decides to call it a night early, dragging Sören off with him. They start off by taking a shower together, sensually caressing each other, kissing, grinding and groping. Once Sören is freshly clean, Anthony makes Sören face the shower wall, and gets down on his knees, giving Sören some spankings before he licks Sören's t-dick and laps inside him, just enough to tease, not enough to make Sören come. When Sören starts rocking his hips, trying to fuck himself on Anthony's mouth, Anthony spanks him again, gets up, and turns Sören's head to kiss him, letting him taste himself as his fingers slip inside Sören, slowly sliding in and out. Sören whimpers.
"We need to be quiet," Anthony says, and kisses him again. Sören rocks his hips, fucking Anthony's fingers, and Anthony pulls his fingers out and spanks Sören hard.
When the shower is done and they're in the bedroom, Anthony asks, "You up for doing a vid tonight?"
Sören nods enthusiastically. "I was going to suggest that, if you didn't."
"Slut."
Sören grins. "Takk." Then he attempts a wink that's more of a clumsy blink - Anthony always finds that adorable and weirdly sexy. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I'd like to beat your arse, tie you up and tease you... but I thought I'd let you choose how you want me to tease you once you're bound. Like a feather, or ice, or... you know. Whichever."
Sören considers, stroking his chin, a mischievous look in his eyes. After a moment he says, "The ah... the Waldenbooks wheel."
Anthony facepalms, cracking up, and Sören laughs too. "You mean the Wartenberg wheel."
"Jæja. That." Sören bites his lower lip. "Sorry, I can't think straight."
"Nothing about you is straight, Sören."
Sören giggles. Then he says, "Oh... and the nipple clamps, too."
Anthony gives a growling purr of approval, savoring the mental image. "You are so much fun."
After everything is set up and the camera turns on, Anthony takes Sören over his knee and proceeds to give him twenty spankings. Halfway through, Sören cries out and Anthony glances nervously at the door, hoping Mark won't hear them. He doesn't want to feel like a prisoner in his own home, but he also doesn't want to force Mark to listen to their sex noises.
"You need to be quiet or I'm going to put a gag in your mouth," Anthony warns.
At the next-to-last spanking Sören cries out again and the last smack is the hardest, the fingers of Anthony's other hand in Sören's mouth to muffle the cry. Anthony puts a ball gag in Sören's mouth before he starts with the flogger, flogging one ass cheek then the other, up and down Sören's back, then flogging Sören's ass again. Sören turns around to have his thighs flogged, and Anthony licks his lips to see how wet Sören is already. When the flogging is over, he slowly strokes Sören's cock with his index finger, and dips a finger inside him, rubbing the G-spot in slow circles. "So slutty," Anthony whispers, before taking a lick at Sören's neck. Sören whimpers around the gag in his mouth and Anthony fights off the urge to throw Sören down and just fuck him.
Anthony gets out the rope. For the main sex video he'll edit from the flogging to the finished result of the Shibari harness, and post a second video that's just him tying up Sören, for the rope enthusiasts. He makes the knots around Sören's chest and shoulders, and binds Sören's arms in front of him, making it easier to roll Sören around on the bed. Every now and again he checks to make sure Sören is OK - they have a system of holding up fingers when Sören has a gag in his mouth - and he gives loving little caresses, a kiss here, a lick there, to make the act of being tied up more sensual. Just before the final series of knots, Anthony pauses to kiss, lick and nibble Sören's neck and shoulder, making Sören whine through the gag.
Anthony admires his handiwork - Sören looks beautiful, wrapped up like a present - and the look of worship in Sören's eyes once he's completely bound goes right to Anthony's heart. He tousles Sören's curls, skritches his beard, and kisses the tip of Sören's nose. "You're a good boy for Daddy." Sören murmurs with happiness and nuzzles him.
Anthony takes their pump and starts with pumping up Sören's nipples, which are already erect. The pump makes them obscenely long and thick, and Anthony can't help licking and suckling one, then the other, once they're ready. Sören squeaks around the gag and Anthony once again fights that urge to just fuck him hard; patience will pay off.
Anthony spreads Sören's legs and he gasps at how soaking wet Sören is, even down his thighs, thick cream dripping out of him. It looks delicious, and the thought of feeling that cunt against his, all slippery... Anthony shudders. He composes himself with deep breaths and starts pumping Sören's cock, which is already hard. Sören whimpers and seethes through the gag and Anthony hears himself moan. Sören pumps up to close to three inches and Anthony takes a lick at the little cock, laughing at Sören's whine of frustration.
Then he pumps himself. That makes the urge to fuck even stronger. He looks down when he's ready and smiles - he's had good growth on T and the pump makes it even bigger. It feels like a man's cock, hard and aching.
Anthony puts the nipple clamps on Sören, then he rolls Sören onto his stomach. He starts moving the spiked pinwheel up Sören's left arm to his shoulder, and back down. Then he does the same with the right. Sören squeals and wriggles. Anthony drags the pinwheel down Sören's spine, and back up, making Sören squeal and writhe again. Anthony works the pinwheel up one buttock, and down, then over the other. Sören screams around the gag, into the pillows.
Anthony smacks Sören's ass. "What did I tell you about keeping it down, slut."
"Mmmf mrrrf."
He presses harder with the pinwheel for another drag up and down the spine, enough to break the skin and draw a little blood. Anthony chases it with his tongue and Sören whimpers around the gag at the feel of Anthony's tongue. Anthony does the same to Sören's red post-spanking-and-flogging ass, licking at the tiny cuts and drops of blood, kissing and nibbling Sören's ass cheeks. He takes a few teasing licks at Sören's cunt from behind, then the pinwheel rolls over a thigh, followed by Anthony's teeth and tongue, and he does the same with the other. He watches Sören dripping onto the sheets and he licks at Sören's cock and inside him again, before he drags the pinwheel down one calf and up the other.
He turns Sören over onto his back, and he licks at Sören's cock some more as the pinwheel plays over Sören's thighs again. Before Sören can come, Anthony slides up and the pinwheel plays over Sören's stomach, tickling him, making Sören shake and giggle. Anthony kisses and nibbles at Sören's stomach and the giggles turn into muffled moans.
Anthony takes the nipple clamps off and gives Sören a moment to recover from the clamps coming off. Sören's pierced nipples are so swollen now and Anthony starts grinding on Sören's right thigh, going mad with lust. The pinwheel traces around and around Sören's right nipple and Sören squeals around the gag. He squeaks when the pinwheel rolls over the nipple. Anthony draws the nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, tugs the ring with his teeth, and sucks harder. Anthony's free hand reaches down and his index finger strokes Sören's hard, wet cock. Anthony works the pinwheel a few circles around Sören's left nipple and then back and forth over it, and then that nipple is in Anthony's mouth.
Back and forth he goes, the pinwheel lightly scratching at one as he pinches and rubs the other, before he laps and suckles. He grinds harder on Sören's thigh, almost ready to come himself, so pent up from Sören's beautiful, delicious surrender. It's such a power trip, but even more than that it's an act of love, worshiping his husband's body this way. He feels so close to Sören when they're like this, the deep trust between them.
Anthony dives down and starts sucking Sören's cock, and Sören thrashes, trying to rock his hips, but his movements are constrained. Anthony savors every whimper and squeal and shudder as he sucks, suctions, slurps, and he finds himself reaching down to touch himself, going out of his mind with lust. It doesn't take long for Sören to climax, and Anthony groans at Sören's contractions, the twitching cock.
He thinks about bringing himself off - he's so close - but instead he scoots up, straddles Sören's shoulders, pulls the gag out of Sören's mouth, and sits on Sören's face. Sören obediently, hungrily sucks at him, and Anthony rides Sören's mouth, loving those full lips on his cock. Soon he comes too with a deep sigh, gushing, and Sören laps it up eagerly.
"You taste so good, Daddy," Sören says.
Anthony climbs down and kisses him deeply, sharing the taste... then he puts the gag back in Sören's mouth. He kisses and licks Sören's neck and when Sören starts making "mhm" noises around the gag, letting him know he's ready, Anthony slides down to lap and suckle Sören's swollen nipples some more, playing with himself as he does.
With Sören's right leg on his shoulder, Anthony straddles Sören and starts to fuck, cock rubbing cock. He works the pinwheel over Sören's nipples again, back and forth, softly groaning at the squeaks Sören makes, the desperate look in Sören's eyes. They're both so incredibly wet, sliding together lusciously, and the pleasure and tension builds and builds, until all that exists is sensation, lust, surrender. Sören comes first, and the feeling of Sören contracting against him sets Anthony off, squirting into Sören's cunt. Sören howls around the gag and Anthony hears himself cry out, despite all of the warnings to be quiet.
Sorry, Mark, Anthony thinks to himself, as if telepathy is real.
They need more. Anthony does another round with the pinwheel up and down Sören's body, following the pinwheel's wake with his tongue, licking Sören all over, until Sören is sobbing through the gag. Anthony licks Sören's cock some more, sucks the cock a few moments, and before Sören can come in his mouth, Anthony straddles Sören and they rub together again, cock teasing cock, so intense, so delicious. At last Anthony's cock plunges inside Sören's wet, sloppy hole and he works the pinwheel back and forth then up and down Sören's mound, relishing the way Sören starts to tremble... and then the pinwheel rolls on Sören's cock. Sören's stomach clenches and even his thighs quiver, as he makes little tiny squeaks through the gag. Anthony rolls the pinwheel up and down Sören's cock over and over, continuing to glide in and out of the wet silk of Sören's dripping boypussy, getting closer and closer.
When Anthony feels ready to explode, he tosses the pinwheel off to the side and takes Sören's cock between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it, and jerks it hard, thrusting into Sören fast and furious. Sören screams through the gag as his walls slam down on Anthony's cock, pulsing, clenching. Anthony growls and comes too with a shuddery sigh, then he laughs with the flood of euphoria. Life is good. Life is so, so good.
Anthony takes the gag out of Sören's mouth and kisses him. They nuzzle, and Anthony strokes Sören's face, lost in the look of love in Sören's eyes, that beautiful smile that lights up the whole world. They kiss again, and again.
"I love you," Anthony says.
"I love you, Daddy." Sören giggles and sighs deeply. "Oh my fucking god."
"Yeah." Anthony laughs again, harder. "That was hot."
He hopes their subscribers will be happy. Right now, he certainly is.
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