It's time for dessert, but first Anthony sets up one of their two cameras, on the tripod. One of the reasons why their videos tend to be well-received is because they show foreplay first, kissing, touching, sometimes starting when their clothes are still on and working from there. Anthony also takes the vibe out of Sören, and lightly brushes Sören's cock with his index finger - it's swelled some more since he put the vibe down Sören's boy shorts. Sören is also drenched, and Anthony sucks the juices off his finger, making a murmur of approval before he resumes getting the camera ready.
Still dressed, they sit on the rose-petal-covered blanket and pillows, in the candlelight, with a bowl of strawberries and a smaller bowl of whipped cream. As the camera rolls, they take turns dipping a strawberry into the whipped cream and feeding each other, licking and sucking strawberry juice and cream from each other's fingers, kissing between strawberries, rubbing their tongues together, nuzzling, looking into each other's eyes, touching each other's faces. One particularly big dollop of whipped cream gets on Sören's nose, and he giggles as Anthony licks it off, then plants a tender little kiss on the tip of Sören's nose.
"You're so cute," Anthony says. He looks down at Sören's boy shorts, soaking wet, the outline of his hard little cock more prominent than it was before. "And hot."
Sören bites his lower lip and wrinkles his nose. Anthony looks at the camera and raises his eyebrows, knowing their subscribers are going to love this.
Sören feeds Anthony the next-to-last strawberry, a particularly juicy one that runs down over Sören's palm and arm. Anthony sucks Sören's index and middle finger, licks them, then licks Sören's palm, licks slowly down Sören's arm, his cock twitching at the not-faked, very real sound of Sören's breathy moan. Anthony licks back up, savoring the lingering taste, and the way Sören breaks out in gooseflesh, a little shiver. Anthony sucks Sören's index finger, then his middle, and licks the fingers again before he reaches for the last strawberry.
Not wanting any whipped cream to go to waste, Anthony thoroughly coats the strawberry with the last of the whipped cream. This time it doesn't get on Sören's nose, but a dollop slides down Sören's throat, landing on Sören's chest just above the top of his camisole. When Sören eats the strawberry juices trickle down. Anthony can't help himself. He leans in and licks Sören's jaw, Sören's beard tickling his tongue, then his tongue trails down Sören's throat, to where the whipped cream landed on Sören's chest. He kisses it off and continues to lick the skin clean, as Sören moans. But some strawberry juice still managed to get on Sören's camisole.
"Uh oh, I made a mess, Daddy, I better take this off." Sören pulls the camisole over his head, exposing his bare chest with its hard pierced nipples.
Anthony's fingers scrape the bowl of whipped cream, coated with the dregs, and he anoints Sören's nipples. He leans in to lap and suckle one, then the other, and keeps going back and forth between them, his thumb and fingers pinching and rolling, rubbing one as he licks and sucks and nibbles the other. Top surgery made advances in the span of a few short years between when Anthony had his [2013] and Sören got his done [2016], so Sören's nipples are more sensitive than Anthony's. Anthony loves making Sören's nipples swell and glisten from his tongue, hearing Sören moan, panting, clutching at him. When Anthony tugs the nipple ring with his teeth before sucking harder, Sören whimpers and Anthony almost comes right then.
He can't take it anymore. He gets up, pulls Sören up, and they kiss, sliding their hands over each other - Anthony slaps Sören's ass and Sören grabs Anthony's ass and squeezes - and then Anthony brings the camera and tripod to the bedroom. He and Sören carry in the candles, and light some more on their dressers; one of the tricks of making a good video is good lighting, and they enjoy the flattering nature and sensuality of candlelight.
They have one camera positioned to capture all of them, and another closer to the bed for a view of their genitals. When they edit the video they go back and forth between the footage depending on what's happening, for perspective. Sören leans down and blows a kiss into the closeup cam.
Before Sören can take off his boy shorts, Anthony kneels in front of him, wanting to tease. Looking up into Sören's eyes, his finger traces around the outline of Sören's cock in slow circles, then he moves in closer and his tongue does the same. Sören's moans get louder, and he cries out when Anthony's tongue slowly brushes Sören's cock through the fabric. Anthony licks slowly, then a little faster. He sucks on Sören's cock through the shorts, just a little, just enough to frustrate Sören. He pulls Sören's boy shorts off, and then he takes off Sören's fishnets with his teeth, growling. Sören starts playing with himself and Anthony slaps Sören's hand away.
Anthony gets undressed. Once he's naked, Sören wolf whistles. Anthony grins. He can almost forget about the top surgery scars and the stab scars on his rib cage. T has given Anthony a healthy amount of chest hair and arm and leg hair, and T also gave him good growth - Anthony is three inches when erect, without having to pump, which he's proud of, jutting out of his thick dark bush and twitching at Sören. Sometimes he jokes that his dick is bigger than his ex-husband's, which isn't quite true, but it's funny.
What is true is that both he and Sören are more men than his ex-husband will ever be.
Sören's little two-and-a-half-inch cock looks even more delicious than it did in the photo. Thick cream is pooling out of his hole, his curly bush and his pussy lips are completely slick, and so is his cock. Anthony's cock throbs, feeling himself drip just looking at this gorgeous man he shares his life with. Sören's so completely wet that Anthony wonders if he's going to squirt tonight. He hopes so, remembering the time he made Sören squirt into the Gljúfrabúi waterfall, Sören's cries echoing in the cave. One of his favorite memories, and the sex keeps getting better over the last four years since then.
The more he teases Sören, the better chance there is of Sören squirting. After a few kisses, Anthony has Sören get face down, ass up. "You were a brat, teasing me while I was out today," Anthony says, and slaps Sören's ass, hard.
Sören moans and wiggles his ass. "Yes, Daddy."
"Such a bratty boy." He spanks Sören's ass again.
Sören moans, louder. "Yes, Daddy..."
He slaps Sören's ass again, and again, harder and harder. "Knowing you'd get punished. Because you're so naughty you even enjoy your punishments, don't you?"
"God, yes. More, Daddy..."
Anthony slaps one ass cheek five times, and the other five times. Sören's ass is red now and Sören is panting; Anthony watches as cream drips from Sören's cunt to the bed. Anthony can't help but moan himself.
Anthony grabs Sören by the hair and makes Sören crawl over to give him a kiss. Then he says, "I think because you were extra bratty, my boy needs to be tied up."
Sören nods eagerly.
They have a four-poster bed, with a special frame that has slats in the head and foot, and a canopy roof with more slats. Those slats are for rope - Anthony is a Shibari master, and Sören is an enthusiastic rope bunny. They haven't done suspension since Sören had COVID, as it's more physically taxing, but Anthony hopes they can get back to that sometime.
While Anthony and Sören enjoy more elaborate ropework, Anthony is too pent up for that, and he doesn't want to stress Sören's body too much with the re-opening tomorrow. So after Sören is propped up comfy on the pillows, Anthony binds Sören's wrists only. Every now and again he pauses to touch Sören's face, smiling at him - the trust and worship in Sören's sweet brown eyes goes right to his heart. Once Sören's bonds are secure he has Sören try to move his arms to make sure they're not too tight or too loose, and once that's done...
...Anthony gives Sören an evil grin before he moves the closeup camera up and straddles Sören's shoulders, sitting on his face. He grabs Sören by the curls and starts fucking his face.
Sören's full lips were made for sucking cock, and Sören goes at it like it's a divine calling, sucking hard, making obscene slurping noises, moaning around it. After all the sexual tension building and building, Sören's hungry mouth gets him right to that edge. Anthony pulls Sören's curls, groaning as he watches the camera getting it all, how filthy hot they are together. He tries to hold back, wanting to savor those luscious lips on him, sucking him so good, but he feels the flutters building, rising, and at last flying, like a coil springing, rocketing him to the sun. Anthony throws back his head and cries out, feeling his cock jolt in Sören's mouth, the contractions pulsing and pulsing, gushing down his thighs, waves of relief and euphoria. "Yes, baby. God, you're so good, sweetheart..."
"Mmmmm." Sören licks his lips, and takes a few last slow licks at Anthony's sensitized cock. "I love making you come, Daddy."
"Such a talented boy." Anthony ruffles Sören's curls and bends down to give him a little kiss, growling as he tastes himself on Sören. He definitely wants more, but he needs to recharge... and he needs to take care of his boy.
Anthony moves the camera down and gets in place with his head between Sören's legs. Sören is still dripping cream and it smells intoxicating; Anthony grins at the growing wet spot underneath him. They'll have to change the sheets, but they need to do that anyway.
"So wet, baby."
"You make me wet," Sören husks.
Anthony breathes in the scent of him, musky with notes of sweet spice, and sighs as he admires the view. Antonia had fooled around once with a girl in university, a feminine, busty bi girl with strawberry blonde hair; it was assumed by many that Antonia had to be lesbian or bi with her masculine appearance and mannerisms, and Antonia had been willing to test that theory once. While Antonia had been polite enough to get the girl off, Antonia hadn't enjoyed the sex and never went there again, and when Anthony came out as trans years later, he also came out as a gay man. But pussy on a guy is completely different; Anthony finds it sexy rather than weird. What Sören's got looks more like a cock than a clit, with the hood making a foreskin. Sören is all man.
His man.
Locking eyes with Sören, Anthony begins to take slow, languid licks up and down Sören's cock. "Oh FUCK," Sören yells. Anthony laughs softly and continues licking slowly, ever so s-l-o-w-l-y, teasing and teasing, until Sören is writhing against the restraints, gasping, whimpering, giving sharp little yelps. "Daddy. Pabbi, Daddy, please, make me come, PLEASE..."
Anthony finally gives in and sucks Sören's cock into his mouth. Bobs his head, sucking hard and fast, fucking Sören with his mouth. With his left hand, he slips two fingers into Sören's juicy boypussy, finding the G-spot right away - four years of practice - and he rubs it as he works his fingers in and out, making sloppy suctioning noises. Sören bucks, screaming, and Anthony keeps sucking, fingering. When he feels Sören pulse a little he takes the cock out of his mouth and licks it some more, taps his tongue on it, edging him, making Sören howl. Making Sören watch as he tastes the cream from his fingers before he shoves them back in, moving in for the kill, fingers banging away inside Sören as he sucks for all he's worth. A moment later Sören's inner walls squeeze his fingers like a vise, clench and throb, as Sören's cock twitches in his mouth and Sören sobs, swearing in Icelandic.
Anthony's cock is so ready for more. He loves making Sören come, so beautiful when he's utterly lost in his passion, burning like the phoenix on his back. Anthony moves the camera and slides up to kiss Sören, letting Sören taste himself, and as they kiss some more Anthony touches himself - gently, not wanting to come yet - and he brings his fingers to Sören's mouth to taste. Sören sucks Anthony's juices from his fingers with a sultry look on his face and Anthony growls as he leans in to kiss and nibble Sören's neck. "You are so hot," Anthony purrs.
Anthony wants to fuck him, but he knows to give Sören time to recover first. He also knows how to speed that process along. He continues kissing and nipping at Sören's neck, licking, kissing the sweet hollow where neck meets shoulder. He kisses down to those sexy pierced nipples, playing with one as his tongue lashes the other, swirls around it, lips latching on hard, pulling, nibbling before lapping and suckling some more. Going back and forth between them as Sören whimpers, quivers. Anthony's free hand slides down to gently stroke Sören's cock and his folds, getting his fingers wet, and he rubs the juices onto Sören's nipples, sucking harder, making Sören buck and cry out. Anthony shoves his slick fingers in Sören's mouth and Sören whines as he sucks them, driving Anthony mad with lust.
Anthony slides lower, nuzzling Sören's stomach, kissing here, licking there. Down one hip and thigh, sucking on Sören's skin, licking, nibbling, and up the other thigh and hip - Sören's thighs are going to have love bites tomorrow. Anthony nips harder at Sören's stomach, soothes it with his tongue. He teases Sören's navel, dipping his tongue into it, rubbing his tongue on it, and Sören gasps. Anthony kisses Sören's thighs some more, and at last gently, tenderly licks Sören's cock. "You want Daddy's cock, you slutty boy?"
Sören nods and whimpers.
The desperate, longing look in Sören's eyes gets Anthony hotter. Anthony gets up, and Sören can't take his eyes off him, eyes following his every move. Anthony knows Sören is deeply, deeply in subspace, and that gives him an idea. As he walks over to one of the dressers where they keep various toys in the top drawer, he pulls out nipple clamps and a chain... and a ball gag. As much as he loves to hear Sören scream - and Sören is so very much a screamer when he gets fucked - this will help Sören surrender even more.
"Yes?" Anthony asks as he brings the clamps and gag over.
"Yes," Sören says.
If it gets to be too much while he's gagged, Sören knows to hold up two fingers; he can still do that with his wrists bound. Anthony gives him a little kiss, pats him, and gets to work, clamping Sören's nipples with the chain between them, then he puts the ball gag in Sören's mouth.
With the closeup camera closer, Anthony straddles Sören and begins to rub his cock against Sören's cock. Both of them are sensitized from having come, and the pleasure is so intense as their cocks kiss, one sliding against the other, stroking, caressing. One of Anthony's hands plays over Sören's body, slowly teasing a thigh, his stomach, his chest, and back down, while the other pulls the chain. Sören squeaks adorably around the gag in his mouth, and whimpers louder, more urgently.
Their cocks rub and rub, so delicious together. Anthony hears himself make shuddery little gasps, quivering as he loses himself in the pleasure of cock on cock, man on man, feverish lust for Sören. Sören is keening around the gag, and as Anthony gets closer, rubbing faster, he yanks the chain harder.
They come at the same time, cock twitching against cock, pulsing, throbbing, dripping into each other. Sören shrieks around the gag in his mouth and Anthony lets out a deep, satisfied grunt.
They're not done yet. Anthony leans down and kisses Sören's neck, pulls on the chain as his kisses trail lower. When Sören is rolling his hips, trying to grind on Anthony's thigh, Anthony knows he's ready for the grand finale.
The camera records the beautiful sight of Anthony's cock sliding into Sören's dripping wet cunt. Anthony hooks one of Sören's legs on his shoulders and thrusts slowly, then harder, harder, jerking Sören's cock with his thumb and finger as he fucks away, fast and furious, hearing himself grunt and cry out as Sören's liquid silken heat welcomes his cock over and over again. Sören whines and screams and growls and roars around the gag and Anthony yanks the chain. "That's it." Anthony's voice is shaking, husky with lust and need. "Take Daddy's cock."
"Mhm, uh-huh," Sören begs through the gag.
He can still hear that debauched squishy, slurping sound of Sören's cunt, and it drives him wild. He rocks his hips harder, and starts to lose control, at the point of no return. He needs Sören to come. Now. He keeps jerking Sören's cock, thumb rubbing up and down in the rhythm he knows Sören likes. "Almost there, baby."
"Mmmm, mmmhmm, ahhhh, hhhuhh," Sören calls out around the gag.
"You're gonna make Daddy come, boy. You gonna come for Daddy, sweetheart?"
"Mmmhm, mmhmm, mmmm..."
Anthony growls. Their eyes lock, Sören's eyes wild, fevered. "Come for Daddy."
Sören screams a muffled "DADDY, PABBI" around the gag as his walls slam Anthony's cock, squeezing, pulsing. Anthony watches Sören's cock twitch. Anthony comes too, pulling out because Sören's contractions are too intense, and Sören goes off like a geyser, giving a grunt-growl-whine through the gag as he splashes Anthony and soaks the bed.
Anthony takes the gag out of Sören's mouth and Sören is laughing, crying, looking radiant, like he's having a religious experience. Anthony rains kisses over his face, feeling the dizzying, flying, shining ecstasy of a powerful orgasm and sharing Sören's joy in coming so hard. They rub noses and kiss.
"I love you, elskan," Sören husks, his eyes warm and bright.
"I love you, sweetheart." Anthony kisses the tip of Sören's nose, loving him so fiercely it hurts.
He unclamps and unties Sören and Sören stretches and flexes before he wraps his arms around Anthony. They hold each other, feeling that warm and soft glow like the candles, everything beautiful and perfect.
There's so much uncertainty about the future - if their business will survive once it re-opens, if Sören will be able to handle the cafe part with long COVID, if they'll get sick again - but for now they have a moment of peace, and Anthony savors it.
Then he smiles to himself; this video, once it's edited, is going to be one of their best. He's sure their subscribers will agree, and that, at least, will help somewhat.
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