It's been a week since their first threesome. Amazingly, they managed to drag themselves out of bed and get back to work, though the evenings have been filled with hot sex. Mark is sharing their bed now, and it feels cozy and safe.
Mark looks happy, and it does Sören's heart good to see that radiant joy, mirroring his own.
Anthony has agreed to scale back to five days a week instead of six, keeping the shop closed on Mondays and Tuesdays to give them time to handle any appointments as well as household chores and rest and relaxation. Of course, that means more time for sex - getting to explore and learn Mark's body.
It's Monday, and their "weekend" has begun. Sören would like to spend all of it in bed sucking and fucking his brains out, but Anthony is ever the responsible adult and insists on chores and errands first, which is fair.
After a day of cleaning, they need to buy groceries. Anthony decides to go to the store by himself - now that it's November, they have to start worrying about COVID again, and just one person at the store poses less risk for exposure than three. That also gives Sören and Mark a bit of a break. Though it's a cool overcast day, they take Sören's adult trike outside and take turns riding it around the neighborhood - up and down their street, and through a couple of adjacent streets. Mark is sitting on the curb watching Sören do another lap on their block when Anthony pulls in, and they help him carry groceries upstairs... just in time for it to start raining.
The sound of the rain makes Mark have to visit the bathroom once the groceries are inside, and while he's down the hall, Anthony and Sören unpack the bags to put things away. Sören pauses when he pulls out a large bottle of prune juice.
"Prune juice," he says. He cocks his head to one side, hoping Anthony didn't have an ADD brain fart with getting some other kind of juice. "A warrior's drink," he quotes Worf from Star Trek: The Next Generation.
Anthony gives a nervous laugh and then he makes a face. "Yeah, yeah, I know."
"So buying this was intentional?"
Anthony looks over to the side and gives a sheepish little nod. "I'm a bit, ah. Backed up."
"Oh?" Sören puts the prune juice in the fridge and then he leans against the fridge and folds his arms, feeling a twinge of concern. "But, like, we're mostly vegetarians. You get enough fiber...?"
Anthony shrugs. "I've had a few bouts of this under stress, like it was an ongoing problem when I was a barrister and had difficult court cases. I'm guessing my body is having a delayed stress reaction to that MAGA guy last month."
Sören exhales. He's been quietly, low-key worried about Anthony since the attack - it wasn't just traumatic in and of itself, but Sören knows it opened the old wound of Anthony being stabbed in 2016. Anthony has acted "normal" the last few weeks since it happened, but Sören knows well from his own trauma that just because a person acts like everything is fine, doesn't mean it is, and now it seems like the trauma is catching up to Anthony's body. Sören goes over to him and gives him a hug, and Anthony leans on him for a moment. Sören rubs Anthony's back and affectionately musses Anthony's hair. "I love you, you know."
"I know." Anthony smiles and kisses the tip of Sören's nose. "I love you too."
Sören scowls, that silent, background concern becoming louder and harder to ignore, as he thinks of the prune juice in the fridge - his mouth puckers, and he's eaten fermented skate and fermented shark - and that it's gotten to this point. "Don't be mad at me for saying this, but I really think we should go down to four days a week."
Anthony glances down the hall - Mark is still in the bathroom, but they can hear the water running so they know he's almost done in there - and then he whispers. "We haven't told Mark about, you know. OnlyFans. Yet. I don't know how to have that conversation with him." They haven't made any videos since they began sleeping with Mark a week ago. "And I know that we can't avoid it forever - sooner or later we need to post some stuff for our subscribers, so we either need to get privacy if it's going to be just the two of us, or we have to talk to him and get his consent if it's the three of us - but. It's awkward. Even moreso if we're going to depend on making more content to get by. I don't want him to think we're trying to pimp him out, or..."
Sören nods, and then they hear the bathroom door open, and Seamus chirp down the hall in greeting. Mark talks to Seamus in baby talk, and Sören whispers back to Anthony, "I understand." He gives Anthony another hug, then they get back to putting groceries away, acting like they weren't just talking about their side hustle of making trans porn, as Mark strolls in with Seamus riding on his shoulders.
"I remembered your limeade," Anthony tells Mark. "It's in the fridge."
"Ooh, thank you."
Sören smiles - they want to spoil Mark a little, after the years of privation he's known. Mark opens up the fridge and goes for the bottle of limeade, and lingers when he sees the bottle of prune juice. "Prune juice?" Mark makes a face.
Anthony laughs, but Sören can hear the anxiety in that laugh. "I'm constipated," Anthony explains.
Mark and Sören look at each other, then at Anthony and they say in unison, "Hi Constipated, I'm -"
Anthony facepalms. "Fuck me."
Sören grins. "Jæja, later."
After dinner, Sören, Anthony and Mark go for a stroll in the November rain. Anthony carries a big umbrella and Sören and Mark are on either side of him, arm in arm. Once again Sören feels that magic circle of closeness and trust, a warm glow in the cold evening rain.
Sören stops to splash in puddles, which makes Anthony laugh and roll his eyes, and then Mark joins him, splashing about like two overgrown boys. After a few puddles Sören and Mark kiss, not caring that they're out in public, caught up in the moment of simple joy. Anthony comes over and kisses each of them in turn... and then the three of them rub their tongues together and the mood turns sensual, a promise of more.
Sören can't resist being a tease and he sucks on Anthony's tongue, then Mark's, before their tongues lick some more. Sören is tempted to just shove them down into the puddle and make love out here in the street in the rain, but he makes himself behave.
Even though Anthony isn't feeling well, he still has an appetite, which is good to see once they get in and start undressing right there at the doorway, their clothes a haphazard pile on the floor, taking turns kissing and caressing each other, before another hot three-way kiss, playing with each other, already hot and wet. Anthony shares Sören's juices with Mark, who sucks Anthony's fingers with heat in his eyes, and then Mark sticks his fingers in Sören's mouth, slick with Anthony's cream. Sören keeps one hand on Anthony and one hand on Mark, while Anthony strokes Sören's cock and Mark works a finger in and out of Sören. Sören feeds Mark's juices to Anthony, and Anthony's juices to Mark, and then Anthony and Mark share Sören's juices, savoring with another open-mouthed, tongue-teasing kiss, playing with each other, then Sören sucks both sets of fingers at once, whimpering with his mouth full, greedy for it.
They run to the bedroom hand-in-hand, giggling. Mark and Sören tumble onto the bed together and Anthony pounces them like a cat. They take turns kissing again, rubbing noses, and at last Mark strokes Anthony's face, and Sören's, gazing at them adoringly.
"I love you guys," Mark says softly.
Anthony takes Mark's hand and kisses it, and Sören gives Mark a tender little kiss. "We love you too," Anthony says.
"We love you a lot," Sören adds. "We want to make you happy."
Mark smiles and kisses Sören back. "You already do, love."
Sören kisses him harder, and Anthony's breath hitches as he watches Sören and Mark kissing passionately, hands sliding over each other's bodies, expressing their love and their lust. Then they turn to Anthony to give him some love, and Mark kisses Anthony deeply as Sören kisses and licks Anthony's neck and shoulder, knowing how sensitive he is.
Sören begins rubbing Anthony's stomach in slow, lazy circles, making Anthony sigh with pleasure. "Poor Daddy doesn't feel good." He steals a kiss from Anthony, and a kiss from Mark, then kisses Anthony again. "How can we make Daddy feel better?"
Mark rubs Anthony's right thigh, and Anthony moans. "Anything you want," Mark says softly.
"I want so many things," Anthony says, chuckling. Then he reaches out to both of them and pulls them close, petting him. He flashes that wicked grin Sören loves so much. "I think I want dessert, to start with."
Anthony and Sören feast on Mark's gorgeous body, licking him all over - arms, armpits, nipples, stomach, thighs... and at last, they work on his cunt together, Sören's tongue flicking Mark's hard little cock as Anthony tongue-fucks him, making Mark moan, arched to them. Sören sucks Mark's cock as Anthony keeps rubbing his tongue, and then after Sören licks at Mark's cock some more, he and Anthony lick their tongues together, sharing the taste of him. They trade places so Anthony slurps at Mark's cock as Sören's tongue rocks inside him, and Sören moans along with Mark, almost coming untouched from how delicious Mark tastes - how delicious those moans are, the heat in Mark's eyes, his face in ecstasy.
Anthony and Sören's tongues rub Mark's cock at the same time, driving Mark into a frenzy, and then Sören sucks on him again as Anthony tongue-fucks him hard and fast. Mark comes quickly, screaming, gushing, and Sören comes a little - just a few tiny flutters. He needs more.
They all do. "I want to taste you too," Mark husks, kissing Sören, kissing Anthony, tasting himself on them. They share another hot three-way tongue-teasing kiss, and then they get into position. Sören licks Anthony, Anthony licks Mark, and Mark licks Sören. They suck and slurp at each other until they're all right there, shaking, moaning into each other... and the three join hands and come together. It feels like an act of magic, an act of power, a frisson down Sören's spine, chills, as his body enjoys a deep throbbing release.
They kiss some more, getting worked up again, and they settle into another triangle. Sören licks Mark, Mark licks Anthony, and Anthony licks Sören. Mark's juices taste stronger for being all sexed up, which makes Sören lick his lips, loving it. Their cocks are all sensitized and Sören goes even deeper into pleasure, every lick, every suck more and more intense and luscious until it's all that exists, all that matters, that beautiful place where all the troubles of the world are far away and it's just them, loving each other, pleasing each other.
Sören starts fingering Mark as he sucks Mark's t-dick hard and fast, and gets closer and closer at the sound of Mark whimpering and growling into Anthony's cunt. Anthony's fingers bang away inside Sören and Sören hears his own cries. The filthy wet suctioning sound of three holes fingered is almost as loud as their own moans, and it drives Sören mad with lust. Again the three men come together, this time squirting on each other's faces. Sören laps Mark's flowing cream like he's at a fountain, and is reminded of the ambrosia from mythology.
They share another three-way kiss, sloppy from so much squirted juice, and Sören almost comes again just from kissing them. They have another feverish makeout session, taking turns kissing each other, sucking each other's tongues, rubbing tongues together, playing with each other and licking and sucking each other's fingers, tasting each other, not able to get enough of the musky sweet deliciousness. Anthony pushes Sören back against the pillows, fingering him hard, and then he anoints Sören's hard pierced nipples with the cream, making them glisten. He and Mark suckle Sören's nipples at the same time, tasting Sören's cunt on them, and Sören clutches their heads, whimpering, begging "please, please" even though he doesn't know quite what he's begging for - everything. Whatever they have to give. The night is still young, and he craves their sex like a drug.
Mark watches, touching himself, as Sören spreads with his knees bent, and Anthony straddles him so their cocks line up, and they roll their hips, cock sliding against cock, rubbing, stroking. After a couple of minutes, when they get into it, Anthony riding harder, Sören rocking his hips more insistently, fucking him right back, Mark leans in, lowers his face, and starts licking their cocks. Sören and Anthony cry out together at Mark's tongue rubbing on them, and then again when Mark grabs their cocks and pulls them up a little, tip to tip, and pinches them together just before he wraps his beautiful lips around them. Sören and Anthony cry out again, and the next few minutes is all sloppy slurping sounds, broken cries and shuddery gasps as Mark sucks them both, cocks rubbing together in his hungry mouth. Anthony comes first and the feeling of Anthony squirting into him sets Sören off, coming hard, thrashing around and sobbing as he loses control, pulsing and pulsing like never before. Mark laps up their cream, giving them aftershocks, and then he kisses Sören, then Anthony, and leans back and paws himself furiously.
When Mark squirts on them, Sören feels that thrust in his loins again, aching for more, even as shattering as his last orgasm was. Anthony and Sören lick Mark's cream off each other's faces and chests and it makes Sören even hotter. They pull Mark in and take turns kissing him, then their three tongues rub together again and Sören touches himself, trying not to pop off right away. He holds out his index and middle finger, wet with his musk, and Anthony sucks on Sören's index finger and Mark sucks on Sören's middle finger, and they lick Sören's fingers together before licking each other's tongues, making Sören whimper with frustration.
Still... he turns to Anthony, wanting to take care of Anthony when he's having such a rough time of it. "What would Daddy like now?"
Anthony grins. "I want to watch some slut-on-slut love."
Sören and Mark look at each other and laugh, then they make out for Anthony's enjoyment, kissing, petting, caressing, playing with each other, feeding each other their own juices from each other's fingers, rubbing it on each other's nipples and slurping it off as Anthony groans, stroking himself.
Sören lays back and Mark mounts Sören the way Anthony did, cock aligned with cock. They rub together, panting, and Anthony strokes himself faster, lust in his eyes as he watches his sluts fuck. Sören loves it, moaning loud, getting into it, working his hips, and Mark and Sören both cry out when they hear that wet kissing, smacking sound, feeling their boypussy lips together.
Anthony comes closer, gets behind them, and leans down, and when Mark gasps Sören realizes what Anthony's doing - a moment later that guess is confirmed, feeling Anthony's tongue inside him. As Mark and Sören keep rubbing their cocks together, Anthony works his tongue inside Sören's walls a few strokes, then inside Mark, then inside Sören again, back and forth, pushing the juices of one inside the other, so sensual and intimate. Mark and Sören rub faster, harder, and Sören is right there, rightthererightthere, desperate to come, trying to make it last, wanting to keep feeling Mark's cock on his, Anthony's tongue fluttering.
Mark and Sören take each other's hands as they come together, and Anthony growls as he laps it up. The sight of Anthony's lips and chin and throat glistening with their combined essence gives Sören strong aftershocks, and when they pull Anthony down into a kiss, tasting themselves on him, it makes Sören want even more, insatiable for the men he loves, not able to get enough of their decadent sex.
Anthony's fucked Sören, and Mark's fucked Sören, and now it's Anthony and Mark's turn to fuck. Mark lays back and Anthony straddles him. Sören teases his cock as he watches Anthony and Mark's cocks rub together, all wet and swollen. The predatory look on Anthony's face and the look of utter adoration and worship on Mark's face gets Sören even hotter. When Anthony's cock slips into Mark's cunt, working in and out like a finger, Sören hears himself whimper, and Mark's moan is almost his undoing.
Sören gets an idea, and he scoots over. As Anthony's cock continues to fuck Mark, Sören nuzzles Mark's bush, breathes in his scent, and then he dives in, tongue lashing away at Mark's cock. Mark rolls his hips faster, panting for it, moaning louder and louder as Sören licks and Anthony fucks. At last Sören sucks Mark's cock as Anthony fucks harder, and Sören reaches down to rub himself, whining with frustrated need around the little cock in his mouth.
Anthony finally yanks Sören up by his curls - making a streamer between Sören's lips and Mark's cunt - and Anthony looks at Mark and grits out, "You want this slut to ride your cock?"
"Fuck, yes," Mark breathes.
Sören gets in the reverse cowboy position on top of Mark, and sinks down, taking Mark inside himself for the first time. It feels like a finger finding his G-spot, and Sören cries out, so good.
They find their rhythm, Sören riding Mark's cock as Anthony's cock fucks Mark's cunt. Sören works his hips and ass, and Mark's hands slide up Sören's back and down. Mark caresses Sören's ass, rubbing in circles. He smacks Sören's ass and Sören moans, riding harder. Mark's fingers walk up Sören's spine and brush back down, making Sören shiver and moan. Sören and Anthony kiss passionately, and Sören rubs Anthony's chest and stomach and thighs, enjoying the silky feel of his body hair, all man. When Anthony starts kissing and licking Sören's neck, Sören knows he's going to come soon, and he squeezes his inner walls around Mark's cock to tease him.
A couple dozen thrusts later, Sören and Mark climax, and then Anthony comes too, feeling Mark's contractions gripping his cock. Anthony and Sören kiss hard, and cling to each other - Sören feels so close to him, and to Mark too. Like he's falling, and they're catching him, and together they're flying, soaring.
Sören closes his eyes as everything is too bright, like the world is made of pure light, and thinks of the phoenix on his back, rising from flame. He feels reborn in fire, in light, in heat, in love.
They tangle up together, like sleepy cats... and the cats join them, purring away. Rain falls softly outside, and Sören sighs deeply, toes curling with contentment. Nothing hurts...
...and he hopes Mark's past seems farther away now, in the safe, warm nest of their love.
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