Anthony's birthday - February fourth - falls on a Friday this year. It's been snowing the last couple of days, and Anthony wakes up to snow. He lingers in bed for awhile, curled up with the kitties and men he loves, feeling cozy as he watches the snow fall in the golden morning light.
It's been a month since Mark's confession that he's not human - and as uncomfortable as the implications of that are with regards to the nature of existence, questions Anthony doesn't want to ask or have answered as an agnostic - he's still glad Mark cleared the air and told them. When they're at home, Anthony and Sören encourage Mark to drop his glamour, though Mark still puts his glamour back on for their OnlyFans videos. It isn't just that Anthony doesn't want Mark to lie to him about who and what he is, where he's from, what his life has really been like... but Anthony wants Mark to feel safe enough to be himself around them, wants Mark to feel loved and accepted for who he truly is.
The thought that they might only get five more months with him before Mark leaves them behind, is unbearable. Enough so that Anthony pushes that thought away as soon as it comes to him, not wanting it to sour a perfectly sweet morning. Anthony snuggles closer - they switch places each night and it's his turn to be in the middle of a Sören and Mark sandwich. He loves holding them and being held by them, tangled up like this, letting himself just be.
Since they went down to four days a week, the shop is closed on Sundays, Mondays, and Tuesdays, but Anthony is taking a long weekend for his birthday starting today, and they have fewer customers in winter weather anyway. Anthony considers going back to sleep since he doesn't have anywhere to be, but he lays there half-dozing, not completely able to drift off yet, just savoring the peace of the morning, wanting to stay in this moment.
And then Seamus headbutts him hard in the face and starts meowing.
"OK, cat," Anthony grumbles. He yawns and stretches, and climbs over Mark to get out of bed. Sören - who was sleeping like a log a minute ago - reaches out and grabs Anthony's ass. Anthony cackles and shakes his ass at Sören, who squeezes the other cheek.
Anthony goes out to feed the cats - all three of them getting underfoot in the hall, circling, yelling at him. Once he puts out fresh food, Solly gobbles while Snúður and Seamus feign disinterest and meow at him for other food. "Brats," Anthony teases.
Anthony once again thinks about going back to bed, but then Mark and Sören are in the kitchen with him. "I was summoned by the word 'brat'," Sören mumbles, still looking half-asleep.
Anthony chuckles and gives his husband a kiss. "Yes, yes you are." He tousled Sören's curls. Then he gives Mark a kiss too.
"Go sit down," Mark tells him. "I'll make breakfast for your birthday."
Mark puts on coffee and gets to work making a big stack of banana nut pancakes. The aroma is heavenly, and it tastes even better than it smells. Anthony feels utterly spoiled and the day has just begun.
"What do you want to do today for your birthday, elskan?" Sören asks, then he leers and adds, "Besides the obvious."
Anthony laughs and boops Sören's nose. He looks back out at the light snowfall through the window. "I think we should go to the botanical garden and play in the snow."
After breakfast and some calls from Anthony's mum Elaine, his father's brother Nigel, and Judith, his favorite cousin on his mother's side, they get ready and bring their gear out to the Bentham Botanical Garden.
First, they build a snow fort, and Sören even sculpts crude little gargoyles for its towers. "Our fortress," Sören says, hugging them both. "We'll be safe from invaders." The botanical garden is almost empty, but there's a couple of small groups of parents and kids playing in the distance; Anthony guesses today is a snow day.
Mark's smile is thin, and Anthony wonders about it. Neither Anthony nor Sören has read the Silmarillion since Mark came out to them - it's not that Anthony disbelieves Mark is a Tolkien character, it's the sort of thing that's too bonkers to lie about, it's because Anthony believes Mark that he wants to get to know Mark better before he goes digging at Mark's canon, heeding Mark's words that Tolkien aka Beren had an unfavorable view of Mark's family. Even though Anthony is unfamiliar with the Silmarillion, he gets the sense that Mark is experiencing déjà vu of the unpleasant kind, something to do with a fortress. He considers asking about it, but then thinks better of it.
"Come on," Anthony says, grabbing Sören by the arm. "Let's go for a ride."
Sören smirks and Anthony realizes what he's just said. He quickly looks around to make sure none of the families in the distance can see, and then he swats Sören's ass. "Not that kind of ride. Not now, anyway."
Mark takes the sled, and Sören and Anthony each take a tube. The donuts spin down the hill as Mark's sled almost seems to fly. Mark crashes into the snow fort and yells, "OHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHH" like the Kool-Aid Man, which makes Anthony crack up. The mock-irate look on Sören's face at his handiwork destroyed makes Anthony laugh harder. Then Sören rolls up a snowball and throws it at Mark.
Mark and Sören get into a snowball fight, and Mark runs uphill to bombard Sören with snowballs below. Sören finally goes uphill and chases him, tackles him, and they roll down the hill together, shrieking and laughing. It gives Anthony joy to see them having fun like this - both of them have had such difficult lives - and when Sören and Mark fall into a snowbank together at the bottom of the hill they kiss passionately. Now Sören looks around to make sure they're not seen and he starts rubbing against Mark, teasing him. Mark rubs back, and Anthony groans, fighting the urge to pounce them and rut with them in the snow.
"OK, sluts," Anthony mutters. He pelts them each with a snowball and then looks off to the side, whistling innocently. "No shenanigans in public."
Mark and Sören look at each other, then together they start throwing snowballs at Anthony. Anthony tries to fight back, rolling snowballs and throwing them as fast as he can, ducking here and there, but soon enough he's outnumbered and outgunned, and Mark and Sören come over so Mark can put Anthony in a headlock and Sören gives him noogies.
Breathless with laughter, they go back up the hill. This time Anthony takes the sled and Mark and Sören each take a tube. Then Sören takes the sled and Anthony and Mark each spin down the hill in a donut. Sören sits on Anthony's lap on the next trip down the hill and they crash into Mark, giggling in hysterics as they're sprawled out in a tangle of limbs in a snowbank.
They keep taking turns, trading off the sled and donuts, not able to get enough of the rush of zipping down the hill, screaming and laughing, the world going by in a blur, landing in the snow. It's like being a kid again...
...but Anthony feels every one of his forty-two years when they head to the car, the beginnings of arthritis aching in the cold, and the ongoing chronic pelvic pain of his fibroids. The hysterectomy can't come fast enough.
Still, there's a smile on his face as he drives home.
They take a detour to the supermarket. Mark had offered to treat for Chinese food for Anthony's birthday, but Anthony doesn't feel right about Mark spending his money on that, knowing Mark had been homeless just six months ago and Mark might well leave in another six months and need every penny. So Mark had offered to cook instead. But their time in the snow has put Anthony in a playful mood. "We should have a 'we hate adulting' themed party for my birthday," Anthony says as he starts pushing a cart through the store.
They get dino-shaped veggie nuggets, boxes of macaroni and cheese, pizza rolls, and curly fries. Not the healthiest thing in the world, despite no meat being involved, but they're entitled to celebrate.
Back at home, they make a blanket fort and snuggle up together drinking hot cocoa and watching Disney movies, to carry on the "we hate adulting" theme. They get through Aladdin and Zootopia before Mark decides to start dinner.
Seamus comes over for hugs and climbs onto Anthony's stomach. It feels like being punched in the gut and Anthony lets out a sharp grunt and winces, realizing that's how bad the fibroids have gotten. Sören notices and puts down his tablet. "Oh, elskan."
"I'm OK," Anthony lies, accepting a hug. He feels like crying in frustration - he has just over a month to go till the surgery and the wait is agonizing, especially with his increasing discomfort.
Sören tenderly rocks him and pets his hair, then he says, "Wait here, I have one of your birthday presents." Then on his way to the bedroom he grabs Mark, who's idling in the kitchen, watching the timers. "Come on, you too."
Anthony waits, and a few minutes later Sören and Mark return - each of them with a teal terry cloth towel around their waist. Anthony doesn't recognize the towels and realizes the towels must be new.
"Since you're forty-two today," Sören explains, "I thought you should know where your towel is."
Anthony throws his head back and laughs.
Mark puts on the stereo and "Pony" by Ginuwine comes on. Anthony laughs harder. Mark struts over to him and begins dancing before him, close enough for Anthony to get a good look but not close enough to touch, Mark sensuously thrusting his hips in time to the song. When the chorus comes on, Mark comes closer and guides Anthony's hands to remove the towel, revealing a silky black thong, his bush peeking out.
If you're horny let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it
Mark comes even closer and guides Anthony's hands to run over his chest and stomach and thighs, and back up, exploring, caressing.
Sitting here flossing
Peepin' your steelo
Just once if I have the chance
The things I would do to you
You and your body
Every single portion
Send chills up and down your spine
Juices flowing down your thigh
Then the chorus is back and Mark is dancing over Anthony's lap, suggestively rocking his hips, letting Anthony continue to touch him. Mark guides Anthony's hand to his crotch - Mark is damp through his thong - and before Anthony can start playing with him, Mark takes Anthony's hand and sucks on his fingers, moving his pelvis lower so he's almost grinding on Anthony, but not quite, an inch or two between them. Anthony groans, distracted from the discomfort into arousal, that hot, urgent need for Mark's gorgeous body.
Then it's Sören's turn. Mark changes the music and goes back to the kitchen to check the food, and Anthony cracks up laughing as he recognizes There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house.
Sören dances up to Anthony and raps along in his Icelandic accent, making it even funnier - and sexier, Anthony finds Sören's silliness a turn-on.
I said certified freak
Seven days a week
Wet ass pussy
Make that pullout game weak!
Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy
Bring a bucket and a mop
For this wet ass pussy
Give me everything you got
For this wet ass pussy
Sören stops rapping along and turns around to shake his ass. He backs his ass up at Anthony, who smacks Sören's ass and removes the towel. Sören is wearing black lace crotchless panties, garters and lace-trimmed fishnet thigh-highs. When he turns around, giving Anthony a good view of his pussy - which is indeed quite wet - Anthony wolf-whistles.
Sören grabs Anthony's shoulders and thrusts at his face. Anthony fights the urge to grab Sören's hips and devour him. Sören takes off Anthony's shirt and caresses him, then guides Anthony's hands to caress him back. Sören pushes Anthony down against the couch, straddles him, and starts grinding, Sören's pussy rubbing one shoulder then the other, then down over Anthony's chest - Anthony groans as Sören's cock brushes his nipples - and then Sören rubs on Anthony's arm, taking care to avoid Anthony's stomach with the pain he's in.
When the song is over, Anthony is glistening wet from Sören's juices... and hungry for something other than food, but before he can pull Sören over to sit on his face, Mark clears his throat. "Dinner is served."
Sören and Anthony go into the kitchen to tell Mark how much they want - there's something hilarious about Mark serving them wearing only a thong, and Sören walking into the kitchen to load his plate with dino nuggies and mac-and-cheese, wearing crotchless panties and thigh-highs - and then Sören cracks up laughing as if he also realizes the hilarity.
And makes it worse. When Mark dips the ladle into the pot of mac-and-cheese to serve them, Sören says, "Macalaurë in a pot, that's some wet-ass pussy."
Mark has to put the ladle down and leans against the fridge, heaving, eyes tearing up, face beetroot. Anthony loses it too and has to go back and sit down, doubled over. He tries to pull himself together enough to eat, but a few bites in, Sören says, "Macalaurë in a pot, that's some wet-ass p-word," and Anthony sprays a mouthful of mac-and-cheese, which makes Sören laugh so hard he snorts, and Mark laughs even harder.
"There is something seriously the fuck wrong with us," Anthony says, trying to clean up the mess he made, still in hysterics.
"Yeah. I like it," Mark says, with a grin.
"I like it too," Anthony says.
After they've had dinner, it's time for dessert.
Since Sören was such a teasing slut, he gets to watch, leash tied to the bedpost, wrists bound with a black silk scarf so he doesn't touch himself, a rabbit vibe purring away at its lowest setting. Mark is stretched out on the bed, also leash-tied to a bedpost, and Anthony takes the waistband of Mark's thong in his teeth and begins to tug it down. Anthony gives an appreciative growl as Mark's cleft is exposed, the plump lips and eager little cock, and he keeps pulling Mark's thong down with his teeth, down Mark's thighs. Anthony continues to tug the thong down with his teeth, down Mark's knees, down his calves, all the way down. Anthony growls again once Mark's thong is off and hanging in his mouth, and then he spits it out and leans down to kiss Mark passionately.
He licks his way down Mark's body, splits Mark like a peach, and dives in. Mark moans and writhes as Anthony eats him, while Sören whimpers, watching helplessly. Anthony laps at Mark's cock, teasing it, then sucks it hard, fingering him as he slurps away. Mark rolls his hips, fucking himself on Anthony's tongue and fingers, breath coming out in shuddery gasps. Anthony fingers Mark faster, making filthy squishing sounds, sucking harder, slurping louder. Mark starts making broken cries that drive Anthony out of his mind with lust. He growls around the little cock in his mouth and his lips clamp down as hard as he can, suctioning. Mark arches to him, head thrown back, making feral noises, and when Anthony feels the contractions start he pulls his fingers out and Mark squirts on his face.
Anthony moves his face in to catch some of the squirt with his tongue, like he's drinking at a fountain, and he licks his lips, savoring the salty-sweet-musk of him. Then, to tease Sören some more, he comes over and kisses Sören with Mark's cum on his tongue. Sören whimpers and then makes a guttural noise that goes right to Anthony's cock.
"Oh poor baby, do you want to come?" Anthony asks, stroking Sören's chin.
Sören pouts and nods. "Please, Daddy."
Anthony unties Sören's wrists. "Face down, arse up."
Sören does as he's told, getting on all fours, thrusting his ass out at them. Sören playfully shakes his ass, and spreads so they can see how wet he is. Anthony and Mark exchange amused glances.
"I think he deserves spankings for your birthday," Mark says.
"Great minds." Anthony grins and pats Mark. "You want to help?"
That's forty-two spankings. Anthony and Mark trade off - Mark gives seven spankings, then Anthony does, then it's back to Mark, then Anthony, then Mark, then Anthony gives the final seven. Sören's ass gets redder and redder, thighs slick with cream, dripping onto the sheets and making a big wet spot. By the time all forty-two spankings are done, Sören is shaking, whining like he's in heat. "Please," Sören begs. "Please, Daddy, please, I need to come..."
"So naughty, enjoying those spankings," Anthony says, tenderly rubbing Sören's red, sore ass. He needs to come too. "I don't think you've been punished enough. I think your slutty pussy needs punishment, too."
Anthony gets behind Sören and starts fucking him doggystyle. It feels so primal to fuck this way, fucking hard, pussies slapping together, their hips smacking. Anthony grabs a fistful of Sören's curls and growls as he rubs himself furiously, and Sören squeaks and whines as he rocks his hips back at Anthony. Both of them are so wet and engorged, and when Sören is shaking, gasping for breath, Anthony knows Sören's close. "You love this just like a little bitch," Anthony snarls, "and you're going to come like a little bitch, aren't you?"
"Yes, Daddy, yes, Daddy, please, make me come for you," Sören breathes.
Anthony slaps Sören's ass. "Come, slut."
Sören climaxes, and the feel of him contracting sets Anthony off, coming with a cry. He collapses onto Sören's back, panting, and rains little kisses over Sören's shoulder and the back of his neck. "Love you, baby," Anthony whispers, petting Sören's curls. Sören makes a happy noise and takes one of Anthony's hands, and squeezes.
Mark is all worked up again from having watched them fuck, and Anthony thinks Sören's slutty pussy needs to get fucked some more. Anthony lays back, and has Sören get on top of him. Mark watches as Sören sinks down, taking Anthony's hard little cock inside him, and Anthony and Sören moan as their bodies join. Anthony loves watching Sören's hole swallow his cock, and Sören rides, sensuously working his hips. He looks so delicious with his crotchless panties and garters and fishnets, confident enough in his masculinity to be soft and pretty, an enticing combination with his Viking warrior looks. Sören bites his lip and whimpers adorably, and lets out sweet, breathy moans. Anthony runs his hands over Sören's chest and stomach and thighs, enjoying him, and then he starts to play with Sören's cute little dick, making Sören moan louder.
"Come sit on my face," Anthony tells Mark. With a smile he adds, "I want more birthday cake."
Mark grins, scoots over and straddles Anthony's shoulders, facing Sören. Sören and Mark lean in and make out with each other, playing with each other's nipples, as Anthony slurps at Mark's cock and feels Sören's cunt kissing his own cock again and again. Soon all three of them are on that edge, moaning together. Anthony rubs Sören's cock harder, and Sören bounces faster, breath ragged. "Daddy," Sören cries, before Mark steals another kiss.
Anthony's free hand reaches around to smack Sören's ass. Sören yelps, and Anthony works Sören's cock even harder. Mark and Sören drink each other's cries, kissing passionately, and Mark is bucking his hips, fucking himself on Anthony's tongue. Anthony lets Mark have it, shaking his head, and after a long moment of viciously devouring him, Mark comes, squirting on Anthony's face, splashing Anthony's chest. That brings Sören off, cunt squeezing Anthony's cock, and it triggers Anthony's own release, groaning into Mark as he laps up Mark's juices. Anthony sighs with pleasure, toes curling as throbbing bliss melts into deep relief.
Sören and Mark lick up Mark's juices from Anthony's body, kiss each other, and then take turns kissing Anthony. After a sensual three-way open-mouthed kiss, tongues teasing, Anthony pulls both of them against his chest and holds them close, smiling contentedly. His pelvis has a dull ache in the background of his relief, but it was worth it. Even with the pain he's in, this is still his best birthday ever.
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