July 2021
Daddy, I'm horny.
Anthony bit his lower lip. He couldn't resist getting Sören back this once. Hi Horny.
Five minutes later, Anthony's cell phone chimed with another text notification. This time it was a photo attachment, of Sören's hard cock, slick with precum.
Anthony's breath hitched as his own cock rose to attention. Sören and Anthony were still insatiable for each other after all these years, and had spent much of lockdown making passionate love for hours every day. But since restrictions had loosened and Anthony had returned to the office, it had gone back to in the morning before work, and in the evening before bed. They were both feeling the loss... Sören especially, it seemed.
You teasing brat, Anthony texted back. He was due to leave work and go home in twenty minutes. Not soon enough, and of course he couldn't finish his day at work in the bathroom wanking off.
Sören's response was to send yet another photo of his cock, this one with a big, pearly drop of precum sliding down his shaft. Anthony licked his lips at the sight of it and fought back a groan.
When his day was done, he loped down the steps and ran to his car like his life depended on it. He had to stop and get petrol on the way home - he'd forgotten this morning - and cursed under his breath as he pulled into the station. His cell phone went off again and this time there was a photo of a glass dildo halfway in Sören's ass, with the caption, Hurry, Daddy.
With trembling hands Anthony managed to reply You had better not come before I get there.
Anthony felt ready to come in his pants. Fitting the nozzle into the tank didn't help, Anthony's mind racing with lewd images of sucking Sören's sexy cock, or Sören's ass open and ready for him, his cock plunging in and out as Sören clawed his back, howling, begging for more.
Of course, he knew that Sören teasing him like this meant Sören wanted to get punished. Sören probably wanted to go over Anthony's knee and get spanked. The thought of Sören's perfect peach ass glowing red, the satisfying smack of his palm... Anthony's cock twitched. He tried not to speed on the last leg of the journey home. If it was punishment Sören wanted, he would make Sören's ass sting for days.
All thoughts of teasing Sören right back, delaying Sören's gratification with discipline before the fuck, went right out when Sören greeted him at the door. Sören was wearing the cat ears and tail that he'd bought for last Halloween, and Anthony had inadvertently discovered he had a fetish for Sören wearing them. But he wasn't just wearing that - he was also wearing a pink ruffled collar with a bow and a bell; there were matching pink bows at the tops of black thigh-high fishnet stockings, connected to a black lace garter over a black velvet thong. Sören's cock made an erect bulge in the thong, and the outline of his Prince Albert piercing was visible.
Anthony's jaw dropped. His cock jolted. He could feel himself leaking precum. "My. God."
Sören did a twirl to reveal the thong underwear open at the back. Sören had a plug in his ass - a plug that had a furry black tail attached. Sören gave a playful butt wiggle, making the tail wag before he turned back around, came over, and began headbutting Anthony just like a cat. "Hi, Daddy." He headbutted Anthony again and nuzzled him. "Mrowr."
Anthony laughed, delighted, and skritched Sören's beard, ruffled Sören's nape-length mop of black curls. His cock throbbed at the mischief in Sören's brown eyes - Sören had been planning this. And what a plan it was. Anthony wasn't attracted to women at all, he was completely gay, that was just how it was - but he couldn't deny that Sören looked delicious in lingerie. There was an erotic contrast between the masculinity of Sören's beard, and the femininity of the lingerie. Sören looked adorable, like a kitty princess... and it made Anthony want to do bad, bad, bad things to him.
Right now. If Sören was making dinner, it could wait. He couldn't even wait to give Sören a little spanking first. He needed to fuck. He needed to come, he needed to make Sören come.
"Do you like it, Daddy?" Sören crinkled his nose and bit his lower lip.
Anthony grabbed Sören's face in both hands and kissed him hard, thrusting up against Sören to let Sören feel his own erection. Sören moaned into the kiss and rubbed against him. The feel of Sören's hard cock grinding his almost undid Anthony right then. He kissed down Sören's neck, hands sliding over Sören's body - down Sören's chest, thumbs rubbing the pierced nipples, over Sören's stomach, fingers tracing the tattoos on Sören's arms as he caressed there too, flames of fire down his right arm, ocean waves down his left. Sören shivered and started grinding more insistently.
Anthony dropped to his knees and impatiently unstrapped the garters. The thigh-highs could stay on, but once the garter belt was on the floor, Anthony took the band of Sören's thong between his teeth, and with a growl, he yanked the thong down with his teeth, freeing Sören's hard cock. Anthony's teeth tugged the thong down to Sören's thighs, and then his hands pulled it the rest of the way down. As Sören stepped out of the thong, his cock dripped a thick pool of precum. Anthony moaned and moved in close, catching it with his tongue, before he licked at Sören's shaft, chasing more of the precum that flowed. Sören cried out as Anthony took him in his mouth right there, kneeling on the floor, sucking greedily, groaning around the cock in his mouth. Sören pulled at Anthony's short black hair, gasping for breath.
Anthony's cock throbbed once more, reminding him of the urgency to fuck. Anthony took Sören's cock out of his mouth and swore under his breath. "Get ready for me," Anthony rasped.
Sören giggled and climbed onto the couch. He reached around, pulled the tail out of his ass - it made a pop - and then Anthony got a good look at Sören's hole, open and ready for him, slick with lube. Anthony's cock throbbed again as he kicked off his shoes, took off his jacket, his tie, undid the buttons of his shirt, undid his belt, took down his trousers and boxer-briefs. His Armani suit was on the floor and he didn't care.
Sören got on all fours on the couch and Anthony mounted him. As he pushed inside, his teeth clamped on where the back of Sören's neck and shoulder met, like a cat. "Mrowr!" Sören's fists gripped the arm of the chair, and they both cried out when Anthony was all the way in.
Anthony yanked on a fistful of Sören's curls and began to thrust, slamming away, fast and furious. Kissing, licking, nibbling Sören's neck and shoulder. He kept one fist in Sören's hair and his left hand reached around to play with Sören's cock. Sören rocked his hips back at Anthony, matching his rhythm, panting. "Yes, god, more," Sören moaned. "Oh, Daddy, more, fuck me, Daddy..."
Anthony groaned and nibbled Sören's neck. Sören looked over his shoulder and they kissed, rubbed their tongues together, a sensual counterpoint to the savage thrusts. Anthony was already about to explode, and he needed Sören to come with him. Anthony's grip tightened on Sören's cock, and he growled back at Sören's whimper.
"You're such a hot little kitty," Anthony husked, and Sören meowed again. The naughty innocence of it went right to Anthony's cock. He wasn't going to last much longer. "Does my kitty want to come for Daddy?"
"Mrowr!"
They kissed again, and Anthony's fist locked around Sören's cock like a vise, stroking as hard as he could, their hips slapping madly. Anthony was fucking so hard he was starting to break a sweat. Their tongues rubbed again and Anthony said, "Come, baby kitty. Come for Daddy."
"MROWWWWWWW!" Sören shuddered, and Anthony gasped as he felt Sören's hot seed spurt over his hand. Three vicious thrusts later Anthony was done, coming with a hoarse shout as he filled Sören with his seed. They kissed, and Sören lay down, with Anthony laying on Sören's back, idly petting and skritching him as he coasted through the pulsing waves of bliss.
"I love you," Sören said softly. He took Anthony's hand and squeezed.
"I love you too." Anthony laughed, euphoric. "That was fun." He rubbed one of Sören's ass cheeks and gave it a playful smack. "And that's a good look for you."
"Takk. I was a little nervous about it, afraid you'd think the lingerie was too feminine -"
"On you, I like it." Anthony kissed Sören's cheek. "You're a pretty kitty."
Sören purred. "I like being pretty for you, Daddy." Sören squeezed Anthony's hand again. "You deserve beautiful things."
"Oh, sweetheart." Anthony felt that tight ache in his chest, loving him so fiercely it hurt.
Before Anthony could get too choked up, Sören went back to mischief. "If you liked that, I'll do it again."
"This is the start of something beautiful."
"Yes." Sören smiled.
Anthony grinned, feeling his own mischief come out to play. "You know what would be even more beautiful? Your arse all red for teasing me like that."
Sören smirked. "Promises, promises."
"Oh, it's a promise, all right. In fact, you were so naughty, I might even get your other daddy to help me put your bratty, teasing arse in line."
"Uh-oh..." Sören wiggled his ass.