Sören and Anthony stand there for a moment, stunned. Then they look at each other. Anthony wants to go upstairs and comfort Mark - wants to let Mark know that love is returned - but there's no going back if they cross this line, and he has to make sure it's OK with his husband.
Sören takes a deep breath. "Remember Mitch?"
"The guy who looks like Gene Wilder, who you thought was cute?"
"Jæja. I. Ah." Sören runs a nervous hand through his curls and rubs his beard. "I was just saying that to test the waters and revisit the threesome discussion we never really finished, since Mark got me thinking -"
"Right." Anthony nods, grabs Sören's hand and pulls him along, taking that as a yes.
When they get upstairs, Mark has shut himself in his room. Anthony knocks on the door. "Mark, come out, we want to talk to you. It's nothing bad, I promise."
There is a long pause, then Mark seems to realize he can't pretend he's not there, and Mark says, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."
Anthony aches for him. He remembers that kind of uncertainty about romantic feelings being returned, and possible rejection - he'd worried he got too hung up on Sören, during their explosive two weeks in Iceland, and he still remembers the flood of relief when Sören admitted he had feelings too, it wasn't just sex. Anthony imagines the pain with Mark must be much worse, having been alone all this time. "Don't be sorry, Mark. Come on. It's going to be OK."
Then Sören adds, "You can take a minute to come out if you want to get naked for us first."
Anthony facepalms and leans against the doorjamb, shaking with silent laughter. It's such a Sören thing to say. Anthony bites his hand to try not to have a hysterical gigglefit - he doesn't want Mark to think they're laughing at him - but the naughty look on Sören's face makes him lose it anyway.
The door opens a crack and Mark's face sticks in and he gives Sören a wary look. Sören wiggles his eyebrows, licks his index finger and thumb, and smooths his eyebrows. "How YOU doin'," Sören purrs.
Mark steps out - not naked, still in his Pete Burns costume - but his eyepatch is off, and his eyes are too bright, though his lips are quirked with amusement at Sören's antics. Sören and Anthony immediately take Mark into their arms, and then they walk Mark into the living room, to sit on the couch with them. For a moment Mark sits between them and they say nothing, then Anthony turns to Mark and tenderly strokes his face.
"Mark... it's very, very mutual," Anthony says softly.
"Jæja," Sören says.
"Really?" Mark blinks slowly, like he can't believe what he's hearing. He looks at Sören, then at Anthony. Anthony reaches out to take Mark's left hand in his, and Sören takes Mark's right hand, lovingly stroking the burn scar.
"We didn't take you in to... take advantage of you," Anthony says. "We wanted to help you... we still want to help you. But somewhere along the way, I caught feelings, and Sören did too."
"Not even gonna lie," Sören says, "I've been wanting to jump your bones since the time I accidentally saw you come out of the shower, naked." Sören licks his lips, letting Mark know on no uncertain terms what he wants.
Mark's jaw drops, then he throws his head back and laughs. "Oh my god. I. Wow." He buries his face in his hands, then he laughs again. "Shit."
When Mark calms down, he takes a few deep breaths and then he says, "Are you... are you sure you want to do this? It's complicated. I'm complicated."
"Oh no," Anthony mutters, bracing for it.
"Hi Complicated, I'm Sören," Sören says with a cheeky grin.
Mark makes a dying whale noise, then Anthony says, "I mean, we're aware your... undocumented... status and issues with the authorities are present. But it hasn't become a problem so far with you living here. If it presents a problem, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
"I just feel like..." Mark sighs. "My little life is so broken. I feel broken. I feel like I have nothing to offer you -"
"Well, you're wrong," Sören says, putting a finger to Mark's lips. "You have a beautiful heart, and we feel honored that you've let us in."
Mark gives Sören's finger a little kiss. Just that simple, sweet gesture is also somehow deliciously sensual and Anthony feels that thrust in his loins, fighting the urge to drag Mark to the bedroom like a caveman.
Anthony adds, "Yes, you have problems, but they're ones we can work around. You deserve to be loved. Don't deny yourself." Anthony gives him a mock stern look. "Don't be a muppet."
"Jæja, Anthony's the muppet," Sören says.
Anthony looks down, realizes he's still in his Biscuit Monster costume, making a feelings confession and an impending proposition, and pinches the bridge of his nose.
Mark grins at them. "And he makes a very cute muppet." Then Mark looks away, cheeks pink. "Er, that sounded weird."
"It did," Sören agrees. "Anthony shouldn't look so sexy dressed up like that. It makes me feel like I have some kind of fetish, like one of those furry people."
"So," Anthony says, trying to make them smile and help everyone relax for what's about to happen, "does that mean we're going to yiff?"
Mark gives them a confused look. "What's yiff? Is it like vore?"
After the cats are fed, they've gotten out of their costumes and washed up a little - Mark's hair is still teased out, which makes Anthony smile - the three sit on the bed. Anthony and Mark are both naked, but Sören has Frank's garters and stockings still on, looking like a mouth-watering dessert.
Mark looks at them with something like awe. "God, you guys are hot."
"So are you." Anthony's eyes glide up and down Mark's body, taking it in. Mark is all lean muscle, sculpted like a statue, with big nipples and a full, silky black bush. Anthony can smell how aroused Mark is already and he wants to bury his nose in it, tongue in it.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," Sören purrs, and lovingly caresses Mark's chest, down to his stomach and back up. Mark quivers to Sören's touch and his breath catches. Then Sören takes Mark's chin in his hand and kisses him for the first time.
Anthony reaches down and starts lazily touching himself, electrified by the sight of Sören and Mark kissing - their full lips crushed together, then their tongues sensually rubbing, open-mouthed. They kiss again, more deeply, and Mark puts his hands on Sören's face. The kiss is thirsty, hungry, and Anthony paws himself faster. Just watching them kiss is the hottest thing Anthony's ever seen in his life, never mind everything they're about to do - and Anthony wants to do everything. He smiles to himself, relieved that they have the next two days off. He's pretty sure they're going to spend almost all that time in bed.
Sören and Mark's tongues tease some more, and they have another deep, wet, hot kiss, then another. Already, they can't get enough of each other. Anthony is so close to coming, and he makes himself slow down, trying not to pop off right away. He hears himself moan as Sören and Mark lick their tongues together again, Mark's hands roaming over Sören's body, exploring. Mark's fingers perfectly trace the outlines of the flames and ocean waves on Sören's arms without even looking at them - eye-fucking Sören the whole time, kiss after kiss; it's as if he's committed Sören's ink to memory. Anthony wonders how many times Mark has thought about this, touched himself thinking about it, like Anthony is touching himself now, going out of his mind with lust.
Sören glances over and watches Anthony rubbing himself. Sören licks his lips and Anthony groans. He brings his wet fingers over to Sören's lush lips for his husband to have a taste. Sören's lips wrap around Anthony's fingers, sucking like the fingers are a cock, moving his head back and forth, his eyes heavy-lidded with sensual pleasure, and Anthony's cunt twinges and drips in response. Sören licks Anthony's fingers clean and then leans in for a kiss. Anthony groans as he tastes himself on his husband's tongue. He reaches down to play with himself some more, making sloppy sounds, and then he sticks his fingers in Mark's mouth. He and Sören kiss again, tongues playing as they watch Mark suck Anthony's fingers, moaning around them, so eager for it.
Anthony kisses Mark for the first time, and it's even better than his fantasies. Mark's lips are so soft, and he works his tongue against Anthony's like their tongues are fucking... a promise of what else they can do with those tongues, later. Anthony's tongue fucks Mark's right back, feeling himself go even more hard and slick. Anthony fingers himself furiously, and then his fingers are back at Mark's lips, making a V, Mark's tongue licking the thick cream up and down the sides of Anthony's fingers, then rubbing tongues with Anthony through the V, sharing his cream. Sören is panting now, playing with himself too.
They take turns kissing each other, take turns licking and sucking pussy juice from each other's fingers, so deliciously decadent. Kissing, licking, and nibbling each other's necks. Soon they're playing with each other, taking turns rubbing each other's cocks, fingering, still feeding each other cream from each other's fingers, getting wetter and wetter. Their three tongues lick together, all three men moaning, sighing with pleasure, and Anthony can't take it anymore.
But as much as he needs, Mark needs even more, having been alone for so long. Anthony aches as he thinks of all those lonely nights - now he knows they've been all the lonelier for Mark pining for both of them down he hall.
"Lay back and let us love you," Anthony says to Mark, stroking his face, as Sören pets Mark's hair and nuzzles him.
"Let us take care of you, elskan," Sören husks.
Mark smiles up at them adoringly and lays back against the pillows. Anthony smiles back, and takes a moment of gratitude for having two extremely hot men in his bed, his Jon Snow lookalike husband and their lover, the long-haired rock god who would make Trent Reznor and Gavin Rossdale look plain in comparison - Anthony was sure his teenage self would approve.
Sören and Anthony take a long time spoiling Mark, sensing how touch-starved he is. Their hands slide over him, circling, swirling, fingers walking, brushing, stroking. Their lips and tongue pleasure Mark's neck and shoulders, then his nipples. Mark arches to them, making shuddery little gasps and sweet moans as they suck his nipples at the same time. They lap and suckle, lash and slurp, making Mark's nipples long and thick, glistening deliciously. Making Mark writhe, panting, bucking urgently. They tease and tease his nipples, then play with them as their kisses trail lower, over his stomach and hips and thighs. Back up, and back down.
Anthony and Sören linger over the bush. Mark is spread to them, his little cock jutting out at them so invitingly, the wet pink flower looking so delectable, dripping cream, his luxurious dark bush soaking with it. Sören's index finger slowly strokes Mark's cock and Mark gasps, biting his lip with a whimper. Sören's finger dips inside and works in and out, slowly, then he tastes Mark from his finger. Anthony growls, almost undone again by how hot that is. Sören murmurs with pleasure and fingers Mark some more, then lets Anthony taste it from his finger.
"I think Daddy should get to have the first lick," Sören says, batting his eyes at Anthony.
Anthony skritches him and boops his nose, making Sören giggle. "What a sweet boy."
"He's even sweeter down there, Daddy."
Anthony licks his lips, savoring the lingering taste of Mark on his tongue. "I bet."
Sören moves aside and Anthony takes a deep breath. He's been wanting to do this for weeks, if not months, and now it's real and Anthony can hardly believe it. He looks into Mark's eyes, reaches out to touch Mark's face, and then he leans in. Anthony nuzzles Mark's bush, breathing in his scent, and then, at last, he takes his first lick, ever so slowly, grazing the hood of Mark's little cock. Mark gasps again and lets out that precious little whimper and Anthony's cunt twinges, cream dripping down his own thighs.
Anthony licks Mark slowly, slowly, up and down, just teasing, savoring. Sören watches - he and Mark are both breathing harder - and then Sören snuggles up to Mark and kisses him and Anthony licks a little faster and harder. When Mark moans into Sören's kisses, Anthony slows down again, and Mark groans.
Anthony finds his rhythm, licking slow and gentle, then lapping, back and forth, fast and slow, while Sören licks and suckles one of Mark's nipples and plays with the other, going between them, and Mark's moans get louder and louder. When Sören starts kissing and licking Mark's stomach, Mark cries out and Anthony feels Mark twitching and fluttering a little, and knows he's getting close. Anthony's tongue rubs harder, and then he dips his tongue inside Mark, groaning into him at the delicious cream. He tongue-fucks Mark as Sören continues kissing and licking Mark's stomach and nipples, one hand rubbing Mark's stomach in lazy circles, the other rubbing and pinching a hard nipple. "So beautiful," Sören whispers, lovingly nuzzling Mark's stomach before taking another lick. "So sexy." His tongue trails up to the nipple he's not playing with and draws it into his mouth, lips tugging hard. Mark cries out again and Anthony's tongue lashes away inside him even faster.
Finally Anthony sucks on the hard little nub of Mark's cock, slurping, and Mark rocks his hips, fucking Anthony's mouth. Sören growls as he nibbles on Mark's nipples, licks them faster. Mark is panting, letting out shaky gasps, strangled sobs, and Anthony knows Mark is right there. Anthony sucks Mark harder, slurping louder, and after a moment that feels like an eternity Mark's eyes roll back and he screams as he starts contracting and gushing. Anthony growls and laps at Mark's juices like he's drinking from a fountain, enjoying the muskier taste from Mark coming. He watches Mark's cunt continue to pulse and Anthony almost comes untouched. He bites his lip and makes a little "mmm" of appreciation at the sexy sight of Mark's very real, very wet orgasm.
He kisses Sören to share the taste with him, and then he kisses Mark, and then the three of them are rubbing their tongues together again in another debauched kiss. "I think our poor boy needs lots of spoiling," Anthony says to Sören, who nods solemnly. Anthony pats Sören's head, before taking a fistful of Sören's curls and leading him down between Mark's legs. "Your turn."
Sören laughs. "Twist my arm," he says, and then he dives in and his tongue starts lashing away. Mark bucks and cries out, and Sören moans into him, licking fast and furious. "Mmmmm, your pussy tastes so fucking good." Sören licks his lips - Mark watching with worshipful eyes - and then Sören sucks at him, making filthy slurping noises, shaking his head.
Anthony gets on the other side of Mark and kisses him, playing with himself, sticking his fingers in Mark's mouth and feeding him the juices as he kisses and licks Mark's neck, watching Sören work. He knows how talented that tongue is, having felt it countless times over the last four years, and he has some idea of what it's doing to Mark, even without the way Mark is rolling his hips, bucking, panting, quivering. Anthony loves watching his husband's full lips and clever tongue on Mark's pussy, driving him mad with lust. Sören gets into it, lapping Mark's cock faster and faster, sucking on it, tugging on it with those gorgeous lips, and Anthony and Mark kiss more passionately.
Now Mark's fingers are on him, and the thrill of having those long, elegant fingers play with him so skillfully sends Anthony right to that edge, that point of no return. It doesn't take long for Anthony to climax, and feeling Anthony pulse against his hand sets off Mark's own orgasm, squirting on Sören's face as he screams again, thrashing around. Sören has a radiant smile on his face, like he's been baptized, blessed. With happy giggles, Sören comes up and kisses each of them.
"You haven't come yet," Anthony says.
Sören shrugs, then he gives Mark another kiss. "I think we should spoil Mark some more. Such a pretty boypussy deserves to come and come and come."
"Mmmm." Anthony kisses Sören again, enjoying the taste of Mark on Sören's lips and tongue. Then he steals a kiss from Mark himself, before he and Sören kiss some more, tongues licking - Mark moans as he watches them. "Let's please him together, this time."
Sören and Anthony do another round of exploring Mark's body, making sweet love to him from his neck to his calves and back up, kissing, licking, caressing. There's a huge wet spot underneath Mark when they slide up to his pussy, one of the wettest and sloppiest things Anthony has ever seen. Sören and Anthony look at each other, laughing like they've discovered secret treasure, and then they move in.
Anthony's tongue lashes away at Mark's engorged, sensitized little cock as Sören tongue-fucks him. Sören moans "mmmmm" into Mark and the sound of Sören's tongue rubbing inside him drives Anthony wild. He and Sören play with each other as they feast on Mark together, and every now and again they kiss, sharing Mark's juices, making Mark moan as he watches their sensual enjoyment. Anthony sucks on Mark's cock as Sören keeps lapping inside him, and Mark grabs the headboard, arched to them, panting. "Oh god," Mark gasps. "Oh god, fuck, shit, that's so fucking good..."
Sören and Anthony kiss again and switch places - Sören licks and sucks Mark's cock while Anthony's tongue works inside him. Mark rocks his hips, desperately fucking himself on their hungry mouths, playing with his own nipples, while Sören and Anthony paw each other harder, faster, full of lust for Mark's response, keeping him in delicious torment.
Mark climaxes, gushing, contracting. Sören and Anthony take turns giving long, slow licks to the pulsing cleft, making streamers with their tongues, and kiss open-mouthed, tongues rubbing together. Mark gets worked up again watching them and begs, "Please, more..."
Anthony growls - he loves it when Sören begs for more, and this is just as much of a power trip. He and Sören get back to work, Anthony's tongue and lips on Mark's cock, Sören's tongue inside him, then Sören sucking and slurping as Anthony's tongue rubs inside Mark hard and fast. Mark comes again, quickly, his stomach and thighs twitching and quivering as he contracts.
Sören and Anthony's tongues lick at Mark's cock together, Sören's tongue rubbing up and down the hood as Anthony laps the pearl-like head, then Sören's tongue is on the tip as Anthony's tongue brushes, flutters, lashes. Mark's eyes are feverish and he makes high-pitched noises and much deeper, more animalistic ones. Licking Mark's cock together gives Anthony an idea of what else they can do to him, and Anthony works out the logistics in the back of his mind as he keeps licking, making Mark lose it, broken cries louder and more insistent until Mark shatters again, this time squirting all over them. They lap at the flow of cream, and then they share another open-mouthed kiss, tongues playing together so teasingly, making a sloppy mess with Mark's juices, palms vigorously rubbing each other's own sloppy cunts, making deliciously filthy wet sounds. They lick Mark's cum from each other's faces, still playing with each other. Anthony is getting closer, almost ready to come again.
"I want to taste you too," Mark says, reaching out to touch both of them.
Anthony and Sören scoot up, and take turns letting Mark suck their fingers. Mark sucks their fingers slowly, then bobs his head faster, like he's sucking a cock. He licks their fingers clean. They play with each other some more and present their freshly-slick fingers to Mark again. Anthony almost comes from the way Mark moans "mmmmm" as he relishes their cream, seeing the heat in Mark's eyes.
Anthony and Sören lay back and Mark slides down. As Anthony and Sören make out, Mark goes back and forth between them, licking and sucking Anthony's cock a couple dozen strokes, then burying his face in Sören, slurping. Mark has a good tongue, and kissing Sören while Mark eats them makes it even hotter. Hotter still when Mark tongue-fucks him, then dips his tongue inside Sören, coated with Anthony's juices. "Now you can be inside each other this way," Mark purrs before his tongue rubs Sören's walls. Sören howls into Anthony's kiss, and Anthony groans.
Mark's tongue goes back inside Anthony, and knowing Sören's cream is inside him now, drives Anthony to the edge, pleasure coiling. Mark's talented fingers rub their cocks as his tongue lashes inside them, then he fingers them as his tongue licks and licks at one cock, then the other, sucks at one cock, then the other, and when he switches hands to push Sören's juices inside Anthony again, Anthony comes hard, squirting. Sören loses control and comes too, also squirting, and Mark's face lights up as he laps at each stream, his lovely face glistening from their sex. Mark comes up to kiss each of them in turn, and they lick his face and throat clean before sharing a three-way kiss, tongues rubbing, sparking the fire all over again. They need more. So much more.
Anthony thinks he's figured out how to enact the plan he began formulating when they ate Mark together. He slips pillows under Mark's hips and ass so they were elevated above him.
Anthony takes one leg and Sören takes the other. "Spread him as wide as possible," Anthony says. "We're going to make a saddle to ride him."
Sören throws his head back and laughs. "You kinky fucker."
Anthony winks, pleased with himself.
Sören and Anthony climb onto Mark, putting Mark's right leg behind Anthony and Mark's left leg behind Sören. They drop down lower and Anthony can feel both Sören's and Mark's pussies at the same time. They're all so wet and slippery, and Anthony shudders and bites his lip with a moan.
Sören and Anthony hold onto each other and start thrusting. Their cocks rub together going up, then rub against Mark's going down. Mark rolls his hips, joining in the luscious rhythm and friction.
Anthony's never done anything like this before. It's the most debauched thing he's ever done in his life, and he loves it. He spares an instant of thought for his ex-husband Steve - I probably get more pussy than you do now, wanker, Anthony thinks to himself, before he lets out a ragged cry, already almost there.
Three voices moan in unison, three bodies move in unison. Anthony feels so connected to both of them, three parts of a greater whole, going deeper and deeper into pleasure, joy, bliss. Nothing has ever felt better, even as they're working harder for it, sweat dripping down their chests as their cocks glide, rub, tease, fuck. Soon all three of them are shaking. Sören and Anthony's foreheads press together and they pant into each other's mouths, breathing each other's breath, closer and closer, but holding back. Needing to savor. Needing to get lost in this beautiful place of passion, giving Mark the love and care he deserves. All of them loving each other, unlocking the potential of their bodies for ecstasy like never before.
When they're all right there, they take each other's hands, holding on tight as they rub feverishly, frantic, giving into that hunger to fuck and come. They all come together, squirting again - the feeling of Sören and Mark squirting on and in him makes Anthony explode with a deep, feral growl, his own juices rushing over them, soaking and soaking each other as they sigh and coo with relief and that wonderful radiance, throbbing so sweetly.
They tangle up together, petting. The look of happiness on Mark's face makes Anthony tear up. Sören looks like he's high and that makes Anthony laugh with delight, raining kisses over his husband's face.
"That was," Sören drawls lazily, "the hottest shit I've ever done in my life."
"Me too," Anthony says, nodding. He can feel the smug, shit-eating grin on his face, proud for having satisfied them both so well. He feels a vague tug of regret that they didn't get something so hot on camera - not just because he knows it would generate huge tips, but also as a memory of such powerful beauty - and then he decides it was too sacred to be preserved on video... and Mark still doesn't know about their OnlyFans. He doesn't know how to even broach the subject with him, and there's that prickle of anxiety as he thinks about how judgmental people can be about sex work.
They'll cross that bridge when they come to it.
For now... they need to come some more, settling into a daisy chain - Sören licking Mark as Mark licks Anthony and Anthony licks Sören. Anthony smiles into Sören's cunt before he lets out a contented sigh. They've all known deep loneliness, with its touch starvation, skin hunger, but here and now is an endless, delicious feast.
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