It's Christmas Eve. Anthony's surprised Sören by having a case of Malt og Appelsín shipped in time for the holidays, and Sören's made laufabrauð - leaf-shaped bread - and möndlu grautur, a rice pudding with almonds, and a batch of lakkrístoppar, licorice chocolate cookies, for a taste of home. For Christmas dinner they have two main dishes: a cauliflower, mushroom and kale pasta bake with a creamy breadcrumb topping, and "Beet Wellington" with mushrooms and goat cheese, and there are sides of garlic roasted carrots and green beans, a huge dish of stuffing, and brúnaðar kartöflur, caramelized potatoes.
They spend the day in and out of the kitchen, watching Christmas movies, drinking cider and hot cocoa, snuggling with the cats. It's traditional in Iceland to open presents after dinner on Christmas Eve, so that's what they do, though first they each take a shower and get in their pajamas. Mark takes longer to shower because of his hair, so Sören and Anthony snuggle while they wait, nuzzling and giving each other tender little kisses as they listen to Christmas music.
When they're all ready to begin, the cats each get a stocking of treats and toys. Solly curls up on Sören, enjoying a dollop of creamy salmon-flavored cat treat, while Seamus and Snúður bat their new toys around the apartment, Seamus playing with a crinkle ball and Snúður chasing a jingle ball.
Next, Mark has a gift under the tree from his friend in Indiana, Joshua, a non-op trans man in his forties who's dating a younger cis queer guy. Mark laughs hysterically when he pulls out a Bad Dragon dildo - Mystic, a twisting unicorn horn in pearlescent pastel ombre. There's a card that says "Congratulations, we wish much happiness to you and your partners! Hope this helps spread the joy LOL."
"When I told him about you guys, he called me a unicorn," Mark explains. "I had to look that up."
"Oh my god," Anthony says, turning beetroot, shaking with silent laughter.
Sören snorts. "I guess Hells is like your spirit animal."
Mark facepalms and laughs harder. "I guess so."
Sören made Anthony a swan vase for their anniversary and now Anthony has a matching mug, ceramic, shaped like a swan - it's also a piece of kintsugi pottery, cracks lined with gold. "I used a special resin to make it food safe, so you can drink out of it," Sören says. Anthony tears up, knowing the symbolism behind it, and he gets up and hugs Sören hard. Mark's eyes get misty too.
Sören also gives Anthony "something you can wear, so Jólakötturinn won't eat you": a vibrating strapless strap-on dildo. Anthony laughs through his tears and gives Sören a kiss. "Might have to test it out later," Anthony says.
There's another present Sören has for Anthony, but he wants to wait till tomorrow to give it, so they have something to open on Christmas Day. Sören's attention turns to Mark next - Sören's individual gift to Mark is a lopapeysa - a traditional Icelandic sweater, soft grey with a pattern of white and darker grey at the top and bottom. "Thought it goes with your eyes," Sören says. Mark kisses him too.
From Anthony, Sören receives a box of scented bath salts and scented candles, several vials of Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab oils, Pusheen and Hello Kitty plushies, bags of different kinds of licorice and chocolate candy from Iceland that he hasn't had in years, and several stim toys that he can fidget with when he's having anxiety. "A self-care package," Anthony says. Sören loves it, and gives him a big hug.
Though Sören and Anthony didn't want Mark spending a lot of money on them, considering Mark was homeless a few short months ago, Mark still insisted on getting them at least a little something. Mark gives Anthony a box of assorted teas, and Anthony gets excited like an overgrown kid. Mark gives Sören a gift card for an art supply shop, and Sören gets excited too, mind spinning with possibility for new projects next year.
Sören and Anthony together bought Mark a keyboard, and Mark cries when he opens it. They hold him tight. Mark plugs it in right away and starts testing it, and then he begins playing "All This Love" on one of the electric piano tones. He sings to them:
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...
Sören melts. Every time Mark plays their song - it's "our song" for all three of them now - it feels more and more heartfelt each time, a true expression of love, as if Mark composed it himself, making it his own... making himself their own as he pours himself out into the melody. Sören and Anthony lean on each other, basking in the warm glow of loving and being loved, a moment of contentment with this beautiful little life they've built together. And that feeling of love intensifies Sören's lust, wanting to drag them off like cavemen and rut with their new toys. But Sören has to wait a little longer - when the song is over, Anthony has one last gift, his individual present for Mark.
It's a collar, similar to the one Sören is wearing, leather with an O-ring. The ring is smaller and more discreet than Sören's collar, but it's still unmistakably a submissive collar.
"Do you accept?" Anthony asks.
Mark nods. "Yes." His face lights up, and Sören's breath catches at that beautiful smile.
Mark kneels and Anthony puts the collar on Mark's neck. Sören squeaks, feeling like his chest could burst from happiness, loving Anthony for taking care of both of them, and feeling closer to Mark as his co-sub. He throws his arms around Mark and kisses him hard, and then when Anthony pulls up Mark they kiss passionately and Sören moans, getting hard and wet watching them.
They feed the cats, and then they scamper off to the bedroom, giggling conspiratorially. It doesn't take long for them to get their pajamas off, and they fall onto the bed together, laughing some more. They take turns kissing, nuzzling, as they all touch each other.
"You want to make a video with us?" Anthony asks Mark. "It's OK to say no, but -"
"Yes," Mark says, nodding. "I've been thinking about it since you brought it up and I think I'm OK with it, so long as you're not putting my name out there."
"Good." Anthony gives Mark a kiss and Sören claps excitedly.
Anthony gets the cameras set up, and introduces Mark. "My husband and I have a new friend," he says with a cheeky grin, even though Mark isn't exactly "new" and isn't exactly a "friend". Mark gives a shy little wave and then blows a kiss at the camera, ever the showman.
They kiss some more, really playing up the tongue-rubbing for the camera. Sören and Mark take turns licking and suckling each other's nipples, while Anthony touches himself, watching. They lick and suck Anthony's fingers, and kiss again, playing with themselves, then each other.
They start off with their heads between each other's legs. Anthony eats out Mark, who licks and sucks Sören's cock, and Sören hungrily slurps away at Anthony. They moan into each other, relishing the pleasure of tasting and being tongued, so decadent. Mark comes first, then Sören and Anthony come together, taking each other's hands and squeezing as they climax; Sören sighs as he feels Anthony contracting, in time with his own pulses.
They kiss some more, licking and sucking on each other's tongues, savoring the different tastes, and then they go for another round, this time with Sören eating Mark's pussy, who eats at Anthony, who eats at Sören, finger-banging him as his tongue lashes away, then working Sören's cock between his fingers as his tongue fucks inside him, back and forth, making Sören whimper and squeak into Mark's dripping cunt. When Mark rocks his hips, fucking himself on Sören's lips, Sören loses control, climaxing hard and squirting, which sets off Anthony, and a few seconds later Mark comes too, moaning.
This time they play with each other a little as they come down - Mark sticks his fingers in Sören's mouth, slick with Anthony's juices, and then Mark sucks on Anthony's fingers, tasting Sören's cream. Anthony licks Mark's juices from Sören's fingers and sucks them, before he rubs at Mark and feeds Mark's juices to Sören. Sören licks Anthony's palm and sucks his fingers, and then their tongues lick together and Mark groans, touching himself as he watches them, then his fingers are in Sören's mouth, then Anthony's.
"Mmmm, what does Daddy want?" Sören purrs, kissing Anthony's neck.
"Yes," Anthony says.
Sören laughs. "Well, pick one, to start with."
It doesn't take Anthony long to decide. "I think my new slut should break in his new toy on your little pussy... and I'll break in my new toy on him."
"OK!" Sören gives Mark a peck, then a deeper, more sensual kiss. "You like that idea?"
"Fuck yes," Mark says with a grin.
Anthony wanders over to their drawer of toys. He takes out the strap-on harness he usually uses, detaches the dildo, and attaches Mark's unicorn horn. "I think my harness should fit you, since we're roughly the same build," Anthony says.
Mark steps into it, and Sören giggles - Mark looks hot wearing a strap-on, though it's also delightfully silly to see the unicorn horn jutting out at him. Mark plays into the ridiculousness and swings his hips to make "helicopter dick", the unicorn horn swinging and bobbing, and Sören doubles over.
"Wow," Anthony says, and laughs so hard he snorts. "That's a look, right there."
Anthony loads his new strapless dildo with batteries and turns on the remote. He sticks the smaller end up his cunt, and grunts as it purrs away inside him. "Oh, fuck." He kisses Sören. "This is going to be so much fun to use."
Sören gets down on all fours and sticks his ass out at Mark. Mark gives Sören's ass a playful slap and then he teasingly rubs the unicorn horn against Sören's cock, from behind, making Sören whimper and grind against it. A moment later, Mark pushes inside him. The swirled texture of the horn feels amazing and Sören cries out as Mark begins to thrust, the swirls rippling his sensitive inner walls.
Then Mark cries out and Sören knows Anthony is inside him, too. "That's it, take it," Anthony growls, and smacks Mark's ass.
Sören rocks his hips back at Mark, fucking himself on the deliciously textured horn, and their hips slap together as Mark fucks him hard. Mark reaches around to play with Sören's cock, making it even better. Sören whimpers as he hears Anthony's hips slapping Mark's, the sloshy sound of two wet cunts getting fucked.
"Fuck him like I'm fucking you," Anthony snarls.
Mark slams into Sören even harder and faster. "Oh, fuck!" Sören yells, and bites his lip, whining as the furious rhythm brings him right to that edge and keeps him there, his thighs quivering, desperate to come but the tension keeps building and building, needing to get fucked. Needing to hear Mark's luscious moans and Anthony's grunts as Mark gets fucked too, knowing that vibe inside Mark probably has him on the edge as well.
They fuck and fuck, savage and primal, the bed creaking underneath them, pounding against the wall as their hips slap and their pussies slurp. Mark pinches Sören's cock between his middle and index finger, stroking it hard, and Sören grips the pillows for dear life, letting out a high-pitched wail as his heart hammers in his ears, tension wound so tight he feels ready to shatter but his body still holds out, craving more of that hot, animalistic fuck. "Oh god, you're gonna make me come," Sören moans. "More, more, more, get it, get it, getitgetitgetit -"
"Make that little bitch come," Anthony commands, and smacks Mark's ass. Mark moans, and he slaps Sören's pussy, slap-slap-slap-slap, before his fingers resume working Sören's cock. A moment later Sören shrieks as he comes, spasming. Mark pants, still thrusting through Sören's contractions, and then he lets out a hoarse cry and Sören knows he's coming too. Then Anthony yells, "FUCK!" and Sören sighs with contentment at his beloved daddy also finding his release.
Anthony turns off the vibrating dildo, pulls it out of himself, and gushes. Sören contracts again at the erotic sight. Anthony flops over, catching his breath, laughing with euphoria. Mark leans down to kiss him deeply, then takes off the harness and brings the unicorn horn, wet with Sören's cream, to Anthony's mouth. Anthony sucks on the unicorn horn, tasting Sören, and Sören starts playing with himself again, turned on by Anthony savoring his juices. Sören paws himself harder as Anthony kisses him deeply, sharing the taste of himself.
They take turns kissing again, licking and sucking each other's tongues. Then Anthony says to Sören, "I think we should reward my new slut for fucking you so well."
"I agree," Sören says.
Mark lays back and Anthony and Sören make love to him, licking him all over - sucking his nipples at the same time - fingers walking and brushing over his body, making him moan so sweetly. Anthony licks Mark's cock as Sören's tongue plays inside him - he loves the musky, tangy-spicy taste of Mark all sexed up - and then they trade places, Sören lapping and sucking Mark's cock as Anthony tongue-fucks him, Mark moaning louder. They trade back and forth, until Mark is grabbing the headboard, whimpering, shuddering, and at last Mark comes, throwing his head back with a cry. Anthony comes up, spits Mark's juices into his mouth, and kisses him deeply, and then pulls Sören up to kiss Mark.
It's Sören's turn to get spoiled. He purrs and coos as Mark and Anthony kiss, lick, and nibble every inch of his body, hands sliding over him, knowing just where to please and tease. Feeling them suckle both his nipples almost sends him off, but nothing is as luscious as feeling Mark's tongue on him and Anthony's tongue in him, Mark's lush lips tugging at his cock... then Anthony sucking, slurping, sipping, as Mark's tongue swirls inside him madly. They keep trading, every now and again rubbing their tongues together to share Sören's cream, and Sören goes deeper and deeper into bliss until he comes hard, squirting on their faces. They lap at the flow together and lick and suck each other's tongues, and Sören sighs as he throbs with wonderful, full-body relief.
Anthony goes next, laying there, gasping, sweet shuddery sighs as Mark and Sören explore his body with their mouths and hands, worshiping him. Sören's tongue lashes Anthony's cock as Mark's tongue flutters inside him, then Mark's tongue laps at Anthony's cock while Sören's tongue fucks away. Sören sucks Anthony's cock and Mark tongue-fucks him and Anthony tugs at Sören's curls, grunting, groaning, rocking his hips and fucking their faces until he comes, contracting hard, panting. "Oh, fuuuuuck." Anthony's smile lights up Sören's whole world. Sören and Mark take turns kissing him, then each other, savoring Anthony's cream.
They snuggle, but Sören and Mark are worked up from eating Anthony together, and after a few minutes of playing with each other, Anthony says, "You two are insatiable sluts."
"News at eleven: fire is hot." Sören kisses the tip of Anthony's nose.
They laugh and then Anthony slaps both their asses. "Well... now I'd like to watch some slut-on-slut love."
Anthony gets out two leashes, one for Sören and one for Mark. Sören gives Mark a hug after Anthony puts Mark on the leash for the first time, once again feeling joy at having a co-sub, like a form of brotherhood.
Anthony also gets out the double dildo. Sören and Mark both get on all fours and Anthony sticks one end in Sören, and the other end in Mark. Then he sits back, holding the leashes, as Sören and Mark go at it, hips and asses slapping together as the cock works in and out of them, making filthy wet suctioning noises that are almost louder than Sören and Mark's broken cries.
They get into it, fucking themselves and each other with abandon, panting for it. Sören feels like he's in heat, possessed by lust, whining as he gets closer and closer, needing to come but wanting to keep fucking, keep losing himself in passion. After what feels like an eternity of hot, wild pounding, Mark and Sören climax together, crying out, and Anthony moans appreciatively. "Fuck, you guys are so hot," Anthony rasps.
They're not through with each other yet, and neither is Anthony. Sören sucks at the end of the dildo that's been inside Mark, needing to taste every last drop of Mark's juices, and Mark sucks and slurps at the end that's been inside Sören, licking it, moaning with pleasure at the taste of him. Then they take turns sucking each other's tongues before rubbing their tongues together, playing with each other again, and as they suck each other's fingers, tasting themselves, Anthony smacks both their asses. "Daddy wants some more slut-on-slut love, and obviously so do you."
This time, instead of taking the double dildo, they get in position, facing each other. Anthony wraps the leashes around his wrists. Sören sinks down on Anthony's left fist, and Mark straddles Sören's thighs, angling his hips so his cunt aligns with Sören's, as Anthony's right hand slips inside him. Mark and Sören rub against each other, panting, tongues licking together, moaning into each other's mouths above the sound of wet, sloppy pussy - cock teasing cock, as Anthony fists them. Soon Sören and Mark are clinging to each other, whimpering, gasping for breath, shuddering against each other as their cocks find that perfect rhythm and Anthony's hands keep working their G-spots, so loud and sloshy. It's one of the hottest fucks of Sören's life, all the hotter for Mark's gorgeous body glistening with sweat, the lust in his eyes as he watches Sören's body.
"I love you," Mark breathes before he licks Sören's throat, his beard, then Sören's tongue before a deep, fierce kiss.
"I love you," Sören says, and kisses Mark back.
They come again, squirting. Anthony rubs himself furiously as they squirt on his cunt, and then Anthony comes too, screaming as he also squirts. They collapse into a cuddle-pile, giggling, licking cream from each other's hands, nuzzling, and finally snuggling together with happy sighs.
"Merry Fistmas," Anthony says with a big, cheesy grin.
Sören laughs so hard he tears up and snorts, feeling like he's high. High on life. High on love. "Ho, ho, ho."
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