Sören's twenty-seventh birthday falls on Thanksgiving this year. Because of this, Anthony asked Sören ahead of time if he wanted to do a traditional Thanksgiving dinner or some sort of special birthday meal like takeout with wherever is open or Anthony would just cook Sören whatever he wanted... but Sören feels there is a lot to be thankful for this year, with Mark in their lives, so he's opted for Thanksgiving dinner, with a pumpkin cake topped with chocolate ganache and strawberries, as a birthday twist on the usual pumpkin pie for dessert.
Because Sören and Anthony are mostly vegetarian, Anthony decides he's going to cook a veggieducken instead of a turkey, which Sören approves of, and Mark is interested in trying it. Mark works on the sides - mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, stuffing - while Anthony performs his magic with the main course. The veggieducken is sweet potato stuffed inside leeks, stuffed inside a giant banana squash, with vegetarian stuffing between the layers. It only takes an hour to cook, unlike the many hours that is cooking a turkey. Since it's Sören's birthday, Anthony and Mark told him to rest and that he doesn't have to help, but he still puts down his tablet and watches with fascination as Anthony puts together the veggieducken - it's like watching an artist make art, and somehow it makes Sören love Anthony all the more.
Sören still can't resist bantering with his husband. "I almost regret not asking for turkey because then I could make cracks about you fisting the turkey."
Anthony laughs, then he gives Sören a naughty look. "I'd much rather fist you, that's more fun."
Sören's jaw drops - even he is a little shocked by Anthony's brazenness, but delighted just the same. And now his mind conjures memories of the times Anthony's fisted him, how hard he's come... A shiver goes down Sören's spine and his cunt twinges in response. "Promises, promises."
He glances over at Mark, who also looks stunned... and Mark's face is flushed. Sören wonders if Mark's ever been fisted before. The thought of Anthony with a hand inside each of them... Sören shudders and his cunt throbs again, and his fists clench as he fights the urge to tell Anthony dinner can wait, wanting to drag them both off to the bedroom. Later, Sören tells himself.
But as the veggieducken roasts and the cake bakes, and the three of them curl up in a blanket fort to watch the Thanksgiving Day parades on TV, Sören's mind keeps returning to his delicious fantasies - the proximity of Anthony's and Mark's bodies isn't helping. Less so when Anthony starts rubbing Sören's back. Sören is hard and slick and aching.
Thanksgiving dinner is delicious - everyone has seconds - and the cake is to die for. As horny as Sören is, he needs time to digest all the food, and inevitably, the three of them get sleepy and decide to take a nap, tangling up together on the bed, with the cats joining them, kneading and purring.
A couple hours later, Sören wakes up to Anthony raining kisses over his face, which makes Sören smile and giggle, reaching out for his husband to kiss him back. Then Mark joins in, kissing and petting both of them.
"Time for presents," Anthony says.
Because they have to be careful with money - especially with Anthony's upcoming doctor visit, which isn't free - Sören asked them to not be too extravagant; he didn't want Mark spending money at all, considering Mark was homeless a few short months ago.
They go across the hall to the guest room, which Mark isn't sleeping in anymore - the futon has been folded back up and the room is now an art-and-music studio. Mark sits down at his harp and begins to play a gentle, sweet instrumental that sounds like an original composition - Sören knows Mark doesn't want to be famous, but he wonders if Mark would be amenable to recording some stuff for Soundcloud, it feels a shame for his music to not have more exposure. Anthony wanders out to the hall closet and comes back with three wrapped packages.
Sören opens the first one, which is about the size of one of his Sterilite 10 gallon bins, and sure enough is another Sterilite bin... filled with new art supplies, which was what he wanted most of all. Sören squeaks with happiness and hugs Anthony tight.
The second gift is a few gifts bundled together - a Bob Ross plushie, which makes Sören laugh, and a framed print of Bob Ross's Northern Lights, and a Bob Ross Joy of Painting book with more of his art inside. Sören loves it.
The last is a double dildo. Sören doubles over, rolling off the futon onto the floor, while Anthony holds the double dildo, grinning.
Sören and Anthony have never played with a double dildo before - Anthony is a top... but Sören isn't, and neither is Mark. Sören glances over at Mark now, who blushes like he did earlier, realizing it's for both of them to play with.
"A gift we can all enjoy," Sören says.
"Mhm. I want to watch some slut-on-slut love tonight, if you're down," Anthony says.
Sören's cunt twinges again. He looks at the clock - it's only after four. "Who says we have to wait until tonight?"
Mark clears his throat. He begins to play the electric piano chords of a familiar song, on his harp, and Sören and Anthony smile with recognition. They lean on each other as Mark sings:
I had some problems and no one could seem to solve them.
But you found the answer.
You told me to take this chance and learn the ways of love,
My baby, and all that it has to offer.
In time you will see that love won't let you down...
Mark has sung "All This Love" before - Sören and Anthony's song - but it feels more heartfelt this time than ever before, with Sören getting chills, his eyes tearing up. His heart feels full, ready to burst, with the intensity of love he feels for both Anthony and Mark. After all the pain he's known in his lifetime, he has two gorgeous, wonderful men to call his own...
...and he wants to be one with them. Wants to express that love with his body, his soul.
When the song is over, Anthony and Sören get up from the futon, walk over to Mark at the harp, and pull him up. They take turns kissing him passionately, then they share a three-way kiss, tongues licking, teasing. Then Sören and Anthony take Mark by the hand and drag him across to the bedroom.
Their bedroom. Their love nest.
They undress each other, kissing, caressing. Sören drops to his knees and thanks Mark for the beautiful song right there, lovingly licking at Mark's cock, making Mark shiver and moan while Anthony kisses Mark more insistently, hands sliding over Mark's chest and stomach in slow circles.
"The only thing I love more than hearing you sing is hearing you moan, elskan," Sören whispers, before he draws Mark's cock between his lips, making Mark cry out. Sören suckles at it, and Mark moans louder. Sören licks it harder, faster, batting it with his tongue, and Mark cries out again, and then Sören says, "And hearing you scream."
"You are so fucking good at this," Mark breathes before giving another cry as Sören sucks on him some more. "But it's your birthday and we should be spoiling you."
"Mmmm, this is spoiling me, elskan." Sören licks Mark's cock more slowly, savoring the taste of him - already so wet. "It's like second dessert."
Then Anthony makes a "wait here" gesture. He goes across to the guest room and comes back with the double dildo, that they forgot in the heat of the moment. Sören giggles, and stops giggling when Anthony shoves one end of it in Sören's mouth. He gently tugs Sören's collar and helps Sören up, and Sören guides the other end of the dildo to Mark's mouth. They walk backwards to the bed, Sören and Mark each sucking one end of the double dildo, Anthony keeping a hand on each of their cocks, playing with them all the way.
After Sören and Mark get on the bed, Anthony has them wait again, and he goes to their drawer of supplies, coming back with a bottle of vanilla-flavored massage oil. Sören claps his hands together excitedly. Anthony goes to the bedroom closet and brings out one of the pads they use to protect the sheets and mattress when they do anything wet and messy. Sören and Mark get up and resume sucking on the double dildo together as Anthony makes the bed up with the sheet protector, and then Sören and Mark get back on the bed and lick the double dildo together, every now and again licking each other's tongues, while Anthony lights candles and lanterns around the bedroom.
Anthony joins them on the bed. He puts the double dildo off to the side, and they take turns kissing each other before another sensual three-way kiss, tongues rubbing together. Anthony grins at Mark. "You want to help me take care of the birthday boy?"
"Yes, please." Mark grins back, and steals a kiss from Sören.
Sören lays on his stomach and his breath hitches as he feels the oil pour over his back, then he sighs with contentment as he feels two sets of hands spreading it over his skin. Anthony kneads Sören's shoulders and upper back, while Mark rubs and rolls Sören's lower back, melting away knots and tension, soothing and arousing him. Sören moans as they find those magic spots that release pressure and bring exquisite, erogenous pleasure, both men seeming to intuitively know his body and what it needs and likes. After awhile Anthony and Mark trade places, Mark working on Sören's shoulders and arms, Anthony massaging the rest of Sören's back. Anthony kisses here, licks there, and Sören moans louder, feeling himself drip as his body thrills to their loving touch.
Mark pulls back and comes around to lay beside Sören and kiss him as Anthony begins to massage Sören with his entire body, his furry chest against Sören's back, sliding up and down. Sören moans into Mark's kisses, fists clenching the pillows, aching for a good fuck. The feel of Anthony rubbing against him like this is driving him mad with pleasure and lust. It intensifies when Anthony leans up, turns around, and rubs his perfect ass against Sören's back, and for a moment their asses rub together and Sören almost comes, whimpering into Mark's mouth.
Then Anthony turns around again and Sören cries out as he feels Anthony grinding on him, Anthony's cunt dripping onto his back as he rubs up and down, back and forth, circling, all over Sören's shoulders and back. It's one of the most erotic things Sören has ever experienced, feeling Anthony's cock licking him like a tongue, boypussy lips kissing his skin, the lush pubes tickling him, the pressure of his mound rubbing.
"That looks like fun," Mark says to Anthony.
"Yeah, you want to try?"
Mark climbs onto Sören's back and Anthony and Mark are both rubbing their cunts up and down Sören's back now. Sören howls and sobs into the pillow, so close to coming just from that and yet so far, such delicious teasing. Mark keeps grinding against Sören's back as Anthony straddles the back of Sören's left thigh and rubs against it, up and down the thigh and calf, then the other, then Anthony grinds against one ass cheek, then the other.
"Oh, fuck." Sören looks over his shoulder. "Please..."
"You like that, baby?" Anthony smacks the ass cheek he's not grinding.
"Yes."
Anthony chuckles, then he climbs off. "Turn over, baby."
Mark also climbs off and Sören rolls onto his back. Anthony pours more oil over Sören's chest and stomach and thighs, and then he and Mark caress him, rubbing the oil over Sören's body in slow, swirling strokes.
Anthony and Mark's talented hands rub Sören's chest and stomach and thighs, making Sören break out in gooseflesh, trembling, every nerve of his body electrified, sensitized, his cunt creaming with near-orgasmic pleasure. Then Anthony lays atop Sören again and rubs his body against Sören's, while Mark kisses and licks Sören's neck. The sight of Anthony's body glistening makes Sören whimper, aching for him. Anthony leans in and laps at a hard nipple, and Sören arches to him, moaning. Anthony suckles, and tugs the nipple ring with his teeth before licking it some more.
Mark and Anthony lick and suck Sören's nipples together, and Sören writhes, panting, losing his mind at both his nipples pleasured at the same time. It's so hot to watch them lash their talented tongues, their sweet lips wrapped around his nipples, making them long and thick like little gumdrops, wet from their mouths and the vanilla oil. Then Mark gives Anthony a wicked look and they rise up together, kissing. Sören cries out as Mark and Anthony rub their pussies all over him, chest and arms and stomach and thighs and calves, making out with each other, pouring oil over each other's bodies and rubbing it slowly, sensually as they grind on Sören together. They look gorgeous with their bodies oiled up, and Sören can't get enough of watching them caressing each other, tonguing each other, as they keep rubbing against him.
Then Mark nibbles Anthony's lower lip just before he straddles Sören's chest and his cock starts to rub directly against a hard, swollen nipple. Sören screams, almost coming. Mark shoves his fingers in Sören's mouth, making him suck - making him moan around those long, elegant fingers - and he keeps rubbing back and forth, cock sliding up and down Sören's nipple... meaty lips kissing it. Mark moans along with Sören, breathing harder, and Anthony growls as he watches Mark fucking Sören's nipple. Sören reaches down to touch himself, frantic, and Anthony swats Sören's hand away with a laugh. "I didn't say you could touch yourself," Anthony purrs.
"But Daddy..." Sören bites his lip and whimpers, needing.
Anthony gives an exaggerated sigh and then he hooks Sören's right leg over his shoulder and Sören cries out as he feels Anthony's boypussy on his. Anthony starts rubbing against him, cock teasing cock, lips teasing lips, as Mark keeps rubbing against Sören's nipple. Anthony's arms reach around Mark from behind and he leans in and starts kissing, licking and nibbling Mark's neck and shoulder, playing with Mark's nipples. Sören is so lost in a dreamy haze of delicious pleasure that for the briefest instant it seems like his mind plays a trick on him - he catches a glimpse of Mark's ear for the first time, usually hidden by his long mane of hair, and his ear is pointed just like an elf's. Mark's ear disappears behind his hair again and Sören thinks he imagined it, as blissed out as he is - Mark is beautiful enough to be an elf; Sören wants to paint him someday, perhaps soon.
Sören moans and sighs, loving every moment of Mark's cock on his nipple, Anthony's cock on his cock, rubbing, so sweet. The pleasure builds and builds until all three of them are shaking, gasping, Mark rubbing frantically against Sören's nipple, fucking himself on it, as Anthony's pussy slaps against Sören's, making that sloppy smacking suctioning sound that drives them wild. Sören feels the tension coiling, his body getting ready to come, and he tries to hold back, edging himself, wanting to keep fucking...
"More," Sören begs. "Oh god, more, more, please, more, don't stop, more..."
...and then Mark squirts on his nipple, over his chest, on his face, screaming, and Sören and Anthony come together, Anthony's cunt pulsing and twitching against his as Anthony's cream gushes into him. Sören's voice is hoarse as he shouts out his release, and Anthony lets out a shuddery gasp, then a deep groan, still contracting against Sören. Sören sighs at the feel of more of Anthony's juices rushing inside him, and Mark laughs with euphoria.
They get in a cuddle-pile, kissing, petting each other, rubbing noses. They hold each other, safe in that moment of peace where everything is melting, tingly, radiant joy. "I love you guys so much," Sören says, his voice slurred like he's drunk, but he's perfectly sober - just high on love. High on life.
Tender little kisses become more sensual, and Sören smiles as he grabs the double dildo. "I want to share my new toy," he says before his tongue rubs against Mark's. "If you want to play, that is."
Mark nods so eagerly it makes Sören laugh, and Sören kisses the tip of his nose and tousles Mark's hair. "You're so cute, elskan."
Sören and Mark start sucking on the double dildo again to get it wet, playing with each other, every now and again taking a break from sucking on the dildo to suck each other's fingers, tasting each other's juices. Anthony watches, touching himself lazily, breathing harder, heat in his eyes.
Sören wants to fuck. He and Mark both get on their hands and knees, doggystyle, and Anthony fits one end of the dildo into Sören, and the other end into Mark. Then Sören and Mark go at it, asses rubbing together, smacking together, as they rock their hips, fucking themselves on the double dildo - fucking each other. Feeling Mark's cunt on his from behind drives Sören even wilder, working his hips harder, faster.
Anthony reaches under them and plays with both of them at the same time. He knows how to stroke their cocks, and has them both on edge, panting and gasping, within minutes. Sören bucks his hips as hard as he can, and Mark matches his rhythm, moaning deliciously. Anthony paws them furiously and Sören feels the tension build to the shatterpoint, trying to hold out as long as he can, trembling, urgent to come but needing to rut like an animal.
Anthony stops rubbing them for a brief instant to smack Sören's ass, then Mark's. "You are such gorgeous sluts," he rasps. He pushes them apart, pulls the dildo out, and he says, "Now I'm turning it around so your cum can be inside each other."
Sören howls, almost undone by the thought of Mark's juices in him. Sören and Mark fuck the dildo more frantically, as Anthony resumes playing with them, so hard and fast. Sören gets closer, closer, closerclosercloser and after a long, drawn-out moment of heart-pounding tension, Sören comes. Mark comes with a cry a split second later.
Anthony comes around and brings the fingers that were on Mark, to Sören's lips. Sören moans around Anthony's fingers as he tastes his lover. Then Anthony does the same to Mark, feeding him Sören's juices - watching Mark savor him makes Sören crave more.
The dildo got him open enough that Sören is ready to cash in on Anthony's earlier remark. "So... you wanted to fist me?"
Anthony nods. He glances over at Mark. "What about you? Do you want to try it?"
"Receiving, you mean?"
Anthony nods again.
"I've never done it before, but..." Mark grins. "It sounds like fun."
Anthony oils up both his hands and Sören and Mark lay back. Sören and Mark start kissing each other, hands roaming over each other's bodies, palms sliding, fingers brushing. Anthony readies them, one finger inside each, then two, then three, and when they're both fucking themselves on his fingers, panting, he sticks his whole hand inside Sören, then does the same with Mark. Both of them cry out before a deep, passionate kiss. The dildo was thick but Anthony's hand is thicker and Sören feels stretched and full... but he loves it.
He loves it even more when he and Mark reach between each other's legs, playing with each other's cocks as they keep kissing. Anthony groans as he works his hands in and out of them, slowly at first to not hurt them. "You two are so fucking hot together," he says. Sören and Mark respond to that by rubbing their tongues together, and Anthony moans and starts working his hands a little faster.
Soon Sören and Mark are stroking each other harder, kissing more deeply, as Anthony fists them faster. The wet sloppy squishing, slurping sound makes Sören crazy, and Mark's moans get him even hotter. It isn't long before they're both right there again, tongues licking, rubbing each other's cocks feverishly, and Sören hears himself begging, "more, more..." between licks at Mark's tongue.
Sören and Mark kiss deeply, whimpering into the kiss as they come together, squirting. Anthony growls and leans back, pawing himself. As hot as it is to watch Anthony touch himself - Sören remembers times when he's been tied up and made to watch - he wants to make Anthony come, too.
Sören makes a "come here" gesture and Anthony scoots up. Mark licks and sucks Sören's juices off Anthony's fingers and palm, and Sören does the same with Mark's juices, and then Anthony kneels over them and Sören and Mark get in place, Sören licking and sucking Anthony's cock while Mark tongue-fucks him, then Mark slurps at Anthony's cock while Sören's tongue lashes away inside him, loving the musky, sweet-tangy cream, sipping it. It doesn't take long for Anthony to climax, throwing his head back with a scream as contracts and gushes. Sören and Mark give him a few last licks, then kiss each other, sharing Anthony's cum between them... getting hot all over again.
When Anthony's recovered they make a triangle, Sören lapping at Anthony, who licks Mark, who sucks at Sören. Sören sighs into his husband's boypussy, enjoying the stronger taste of him all sexed up, as Mark's sweet lips and talented tongue spoil him. The night is still very young and Sören wonders how many times they can all come in one night. He wants to find out.
This is the best birthday ever.
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