Anthony had a big court case on Tuesday, November thirteenth. That weekend he'd gone to get his hair cut, which he did at least once a month, and now on Monday night he was taking care of some things the night before, like showering, so he could try to maximize his sleep time before going in - or at least try to; Sören had been with him long enough now to know Anthony struggled with insomnia when he had difficult cases.
Sören showered with Anthony, which was one of his favorite things to do, and as usual they got frisky in the shower, playing with each other's cocks, letting their cocks rub together as they kissed and sensually lathered each other. Sören was horny enough when they got out of the shower that he wanted to march off straight to bed and make Anthony forget about everything for awhile, make Anthony forget his own name, but Anthony laughed at Sören's feverish kisses and nibbles and said, "Soon. I have to shave first."
He ran a washcloth in hot water under the sink and put it on the lower half of his face as he got his supplies ready, soaking his shaving brush in hot water, then he dumped out the water in his shaving mug and added a dollop of shaving cream. Sören leaned in to breathe in the scent, which made Anthony chuckle. Then Anthony produced his straight razor. "My uncle Nigel taught me to shave and, well... this was his." He exhaled sharply.
In the almost-year they had been together, this was the first time Anthony had mentioned his straight razor had been his beloved uncle's. There was something intimate about that revelation, as if Anthony had ripped open a piece of his soul.
"So, I'm not religious at all, but I suppose this is sort of a ritual, a thing I do in remembrance of him." Anthony began to strop the blade, as Sören watched. When the blade had been stropped, their eyes met - Sören had never watched Anthony shave the entire way through before, and Sören wondered if he should leave, if this was too private. Seeming to know what Sören was thinking, Anthony said, "You can stay and watch."
"OK." Sören nodded. He couldn't help grinning.
"Though..." Anthony glanced down at Sören's cock. "You might want to put on a towel, that's too distracting." His cheeks turned pink.
Sören giggled and wrapped a towel around his waist, and then he handed one over to Anthony. "This'll be interesting," Sören said once they had towels around their waists. "I don't shave -"
"Obviously."
Sören laughed, feeling like an idiot, but he was shy all of a sudden, being trusted with something so personal. "It looks good on you, though, and... well... it's interesting to me." That felt trite to say, especially since he'd just said it was interesting, but he couldn't think of another way to put it. He had a sort of scientific curiosity about it.
"I don't think I'd look good with a beard. You, on the other hand, look fabulous with one." Anthony chuckled and affectionately skritched Sören's damp whiskers. "I don't think I could picture you clean-shaven."
"I have really old photos of myself somewhere. I look like a girl. I started growing a beard in 2005, when I was twenty, haven't looked back."
"Well, I like you the way you are."
Sören crinkled his nose and bit his lower lip. "I like you the way you are too." Sören liked a healthy growth of body hair on a man.
Anthony began to put pre-shave oil on his face and again, Sören breathed in the scent, deliciously masculine. His cock throbbed, wanting man-on-man sex, but he restrained himself, knowing Anthony wanted to get this done even though he wasn't particularly whiskery at the moment. After the pre-shave oil Anthony put on shaving cream and then he took the blade in his hand... and he paused. He glanced over at Sören.
"Should I leave? Am I making you nervous?" Sören asked.
Anthony shook his head. He held out the straight razor to Sören. "You want to shave me?"
Sören swallowed - now he was the nervous one. "That's... that's pretty sharp. I could seriously hurt you with this."
"Yes, you could." Anthony nodded. "But you perform surgery for a living and I daresay you do a pretty good job of it - I haven't had to defend you for malpractice yet..." He winked, and Sören snorted and gave him a playful swat. Then Anthony's grin faded into a small, boyish smile. Their eyes met once more. "And I trust you with my life," Anthony husked.
Sören wanted to grab him and kiss him, but it wasn't the time for that. Sören gave a little cough, fighting off tears, and he took the razor from Anthony. "I've never used one of these."
"Here." Anthony guided Sören's hand, showing him how to grip, placing Sören's thumb under the blade on the shank, and his index, middle and ring fingers opposite, pinky on the outside of the handle where his thumb was. "Now then, you're going to hold the blade at an angle - not flat against the skin or directly pointed at it. Blade points downwards." He gestured, demonstrating with his hand. "And you stroke downwards. Use your free hand to, uh, stretch the skin."
"O..OK." Sören still felt nervous, not wanting to cut him, but he reminded himself he did perform surgery and though that was very different, this also was less difficult than what he had to do every day.
"Start with the sides of my face. Rinse off the blade after each stroke." Anthony turned the faucet on.
Sören moved in closer, and held the blade to Anthony's face at an angle. "Yes," Anthony said, and waited. With Sören's free hand he pushed on the skin near where he was holding the blade, pulling up to make it more flat. Then he began to work the blade downwards in one smooth, controlled motion. He rinsed off the blade and brought it back, bringing the blade down again, rinsing and down again. Sören noticed he was holding his breath, focusing as hard as he could. One side emerged uncut, and then the other.
"Now the upper lip and the chin." Anthony pulled his lips tight. Sören used shorter, gentler strokes here, going even more carefully than before.
"Now under the jaw and down the neck." Anthony tilted his head back.
It was here where Anthony's life was literally in Sören's hands - Sören could cut his throat like this. But of course Sören wouldn't do that, stroking and rinsing, going as carefully and precisely as he could.
After that Sören thought he was done but then Anthony said, "Now for round two. This time you're going from side to side, from my ears to the center." Anthony rinsed his face and lathered again. Sören took a deep breath and did as he was told, going more gently than before.
They still weren't done after the second round. "One more time," Anthony said. "This time neck up." He re-lathered and tilted his head again.
Once again Sören had that feeling of Anthony's life being in his hands, as the blade passed along the skin. Despite Sören's intense focus and the touch of anxiety, not wanting to hurt him, Sören's cock was rock-hard and aching, finding it an erotic charge to be trusted in this way. He felt closer to Anthony than ever before, and his body wanted to act on that feeling of love. But Sören made himself concentrate, the blade stroking up and up and up until it was done.
Anthony rinsed his face with cold water and applied aftershave with gentle pats. It was the aftershave, that Sören recognized too well, and got his libido going even more urgently. Anthony gave Sören a kiss, and Sören reached out to touch Anthony's face, feeling the smooth skin, smiling at his handiwork, pleased that he hadn't made any nicks.
"See?" Anthony began to dry off the blade. "I told you I trusted you."
"You did." And then Sören felt mischievous, his libido getting the better of him. The blade was giving him kinky ideas - ideas he wouldn't have thought possible, but then, Anthony had opened his mind to a world of kinky ideas. "You're awfully trusting for someone who deals with criminals for a living."
"Well, I know a trustworthy person when I see one." Anthony stroked Sören's cheek and looked into his eyes. "I trust you with my heart, and I mean what I said - I trust you with my life."
"Do you?" And then Sören took the blade from Anthony before he could put it away, and held the blade to Anthony's throat.
Anthony didn't waver. "I do." Anthony's voice was husky again. "Completely and absolutely."
Sören kissed him deep and hard... keeping the blade to Anthony's throat. Anthony moaned into the kiss, and moaned again when Sören's free hand wandered, brushing from Anthony's chest down to the bulge tenting the towel around his waist.
Sören began to march Anthony backward, continuing to kiss him, continuing to keep the blade to his throat. They let the towels drop to the bedroom floor and kissed their way to the bed. Sören kept the blade on him as Anthony climbed onto the bed, and then Sören settled on top of him, holding the blade to Anthony's throat as he started to kiss Anthony's neck.
Their eyes met. "I would never hurt you," Sören rasped, before he nibbled at Anthony's neck.
Sören knew Anthony was very dominant, and had an aversion to being tied up himself, while he enjoyed tying up Sören. But this was different - Anthony seemed to really get into this, and Sören was getting more and more aroused by his trust, his vulnerability, his surrender. Their mouths met feverishly, hungry, devouring kisses before Sören kissed and licked his neck some more. Anthony groaned and reached for the lube on their bedtable. Sören gasped as he felt the cool liquid of the lubricant pour over his cock. Anthony stroked Sören's cock, working it in. "Fuck me," he whispered.
Sören took him, pushing into him with the blade still at his throat, their foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's breath, Anthony looking up at him with trust and love in his eyes. When Sören bottomed out inside him they kissed, and Anthony wrapped his arms and legs around Sören, holding Sören with all of him.
Sören started to thrust inside him slowly, smiling when Anthony cried out, feeling the bead in the ring of Sören's cock. "Oh god." Anthony's nails dug into Sören's back. "Oh god, Sören..."
"I love you," Sören husked, using his free hand to stroke Anthony's damp hair, stroke his cheek. He gave Anthony a sweet, soft kiss, then kissed him more deeply, fiercely. "I love you so much." They kissed again. "I would never hurt you. Never, ever, ever hurt you..." Sören let the blade drag along Anthony's throat from side to side, then down to his sternum and back up. "You're mine." Sören looked into his eyes. "My brother."
"Sören..." Anthony shuddered, and let out a little moan. He rocked his hips against Sören's, urging him on faster.
Sören matched his rhythm, continuing to drag the blade over Anthony's throat, down to his chest and back up, following the wake of the blade with kisses. Sören deliberately nicked a little here and there, drawing blood, and his tongue licked it. Anthony howled and his nails raked Sören's back - also drawing blood - and he rocked back at Sören harder.
"Yes. Mine." Sören kissed where he had cut, thrusting into Anthony faster, harder, claiming him. He held the blade more firmly at Anthony's throat, letting him feel the bite of the blade without cutting him, and now his teeth were on Anthony's shoulder, nibbling down to his chest and back up, driving into him even harder. The silken heat rubbing around his cock and the way Anthony was moaning and bucking underneath him, the sweet sting of Anthony's nails in his back, and the power trip of Anthony surrendering like this, all combined in a way that brought the beast out in Sören, pounding him into the mattress. Sören moaned as he heard his balls smacking against Anthony's ass, and he reached down to play with Anthony's hard cock, completely slick from precum, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer, wanting to bring Anthony off first.
"Oh god Sören. Oh god. Ohgodohgod. Sören." Anthony shivered and made a guttural noise. "I'm so close..."
"Yes, you love this, don't you? Because you know you're safe with me. You know who you belong to..." Sören couldn't resist. "You're my brother."
"Oh fuck."
Sören kissed him, and gave it all he had, thrusting as hard and fast as he could, the velvet grip around him too delicious to bear. Sören shivered as he fought off his release, and again when Anthony cried out into the kiss. A moment later Anthony lost it, giving a hoarse shout as he spilled over Sören's stomach, trembling, giving a shuddery sigh. At the look of ecstasy on his lover's face Sören let go, crying out as his orgasm erupted, pleasure throbbing and throbbing. They kissed, moaning into the kiss, and Sören put the straight razor down and rolled onto his side, taking Anthony with him, holding him tight.
Sören slipped out of him and rested on Anthony's shoulder, dozing off a little. He came to awhile later with Anthony petting his curls... and then he felt the blade at his throat.
Anthony claimed his mouth, kissing him hard, and then Anthony rolled Sören onto his back. He grabbed the lube with his free hand and slick fingers went into Sören as the blade bit into him. "Turnabout is fair play, you know."
Sören grinned, and kissed Anthony back. "Mmmmmmmmm."
"And you trust me, don't you... brother?" Anthony's eyes were fierce, dangerous. Sören's cock woke back up.
"Yes." Sören kissed him again. "Oh yes." This was the first man he'd been with after the rape. Anthony took care of him, and Sören really and truly wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. "I trust my brother."
Sören moaned when Anthony was buried in him to the hilt, the blade at his throat. He moaned again as Anthony began dragging the blade downward, from his throat to his heart. "I belong to you..." Anthony kissed down his neck, to his shoulder. "And you belong to me." With that, Anthony nicked over Sören's heart, and tenderly, reverently lapped the blood that flowed.
Sören's hands tightened on Anthony's hips. "I love you."
"I love you, my brother." Anthony slid the blade over from Sören's heart, running it in circles around a nipple, gently dragging over a nipple. His tongue teased the sensitized nub and then he suckled and Sören let out a wild cry - now it was Anthony's turn for his back to get clawed up. Anthony groaned and began to thrust a little harder, and moved the blade over to the other nipple, circling and circling, the sharp blade biting against the aching peak, before he bent his head to lash it with his tongue and sucked it hard. Sören bucked underneath him, whimpering.
Anthony slid the blade from Sören's chest back up to his throat, nicking, lapping the blood, kissing Sören with the metallic tang of blood on his tongue. Sören moaned and raked his back, and Anthony drove into Sören harder, kissing him again. "That's right," Anthony husked, kissing Sören's neck... making little cuts here and there, licking them. "You're mine."
Sören was going out of his mind with lust and sensation. He loved being under Anthony's control like this, something so erotic about that place of vulnerability, trusting him so fully. The feeling of the blade on his flesh, chased by Anthony's lips and tongue, intensified the pleasure of Anthony's cock rubbing so sweetly inside him. Sören's moans got louder as Anthony continued to move the blade from Sören's throat to his chest and back up, alternating nicks with the blade and nibbles with his teeth.
And then Anthony couldn't hold back anymore, and just kept the blade at Sören's throat, growling as he bit Sören's shoulder and slammed into him. Sören cried out and clawed Anthony's back, panting "more, more" as Anthony's cock stroked him to the edge. "More, brother, more..."
"You trust me?" The blade pressed into Sören harder.
"Yes, yes, yes, I trust you, I trust you, I love you..."
Anthony growled again and nibbled and licked Sören's neck, pounding away. Sören writhed underneath him, the pleasure building and building and at last taking him under. "I trust you, I trust you, I trust my brother, oh god, Anthony, yes!" Sören let out a scream as he climaxed, shooting hard over the both of them.
A few thrusts later and Anthony gave a fierce cry as he came, gasping as he spent deep into Sören, trembling. Sören moaned at the feeling of being flooded, and sighed as the contractions pulsed on, that moment of perfect bliss.
Anthony put the razor down and they kissed. "I love you so much."
"Ég elska þig, ástin mín."
Anthony sighed and kissed the tip of Sören's nose. He tousled Sören's curls and stroked his cheek. "That was..." He laughed softly. "Wow."
"Wow. Yes. 'Wow' about sums it up."
"I've never done that before." Their eyes met.
"Neither have I." Sören grinned. "We might have to do that again... you know, once in awhile."
"Yes." Anthony gave him a little kiss. Then he pulled Sören close, his arms tight around him. "Thank you."
"For?"
"Trusting me. After everything that's happened to you, the way that you were hurt..."
Sören snuggled deeper into Anthony's chest. "You're good to me."
"I hope so." Anthony kissed the top of Sören's head. "Your heart is the most precious, valuable thing I have, and I don't ever want to lose it."
The words brought tears to Sören's eyes. "Oh, elskan."
Sören's orgasm was hard enough that he was starting to fade again, but before he could completely fall asleep, he heard Anthony say, "You're the one."
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