Rise: Chapter 14

The day after Anthony and Mark reconciled, Sören spent an agonizing day at work sexually frustrated.

It wasn't that Sören had gone without - Sören and Nicholas had a couples' night just to themselves for the first time in months, and had made love a few times before falling asleep in each other's arms. It was that thinking about Anthony and Mark making love together had made Sören insatiable last night, and today his libido started up all over again, wanting to see it in action. Wanting to do more than just see it. Wanting to feast on their three bodies, and be feasted on, consume and be consumed, devour and be devoured. Sören managed to compose himself enough to perform surgery and do a couple of consults, but as the clock counted down to the last hour of his shift, it got more difficult to push the lewd fantasies out of his mind. By the time he scrubbed out for the day he was half-hard, and riding home on his Vespa scooter just made it worse, feeling the vibrations of the engine against his cock and ass.

Unfortunately, release would not be immediate. Sören and Anthony had a Shibari class tonight. After Sören showered and changed, they had dinner, then Nicholas drove them out to central London and dropped them off. The class made Sören even hornier, with Anthony tying him up. Anthony knew it, too, unable to resist teasing Sören with a kiss here, a caress there, breath hot and feather-light against Sören's sensitized flesh, making lots of eye contact. As they rode back to Blackheath, Sören and Anthony made out in the back seat, feverishly kissing, groping, fondling each other's hard erections through their jeans - it was all Sören could do not to unbuckle his seatbelt, climb on top of Anthony, and grind till he climaxed, but safety was a concern.

Mark was sitting on the couch reading when they got back. He looked up and gave a shy smile. Before he could ask Sören and Anthony how the class was, Sören marched over and kissed Mark for the first time. It was hot and needy and explosive, like desire had been pent up for years instead of a mere two months. Mark kissed Sören back just as hungrily, his hands sliding over Sören's chest, brushing a nipple through Sören's sweater, hands moving down to rub Sören's stomach, then his thighs. Sören groaned and grabbed a fistful of Mark's hair, kissing him harder, cock throbbing, hole twitching.

Mark's hands continued to play over Sören's thighs, and then Mark pulled back, breathing harder, to undo Sören's belt, then his jeans. Mark reached in and pulled out Sören's cock. He gasped, eyes widening at the Prince Albert piercing with its captive bead ring. Then he grinned as if it delighted him. "Beautiful," he husked.

"You like iii - oh, fuck." Sören's question was interrupted by Mark taking Sören's cock into his mouth.

Their eyes met, and locked, and Sören shuddered, grabbing onto Mark for dear life as Mark sucked in earnest, making filthy slurping sounds. Sören sighed and pulled Mark's hair again, gently fucking his mouth. "Oh fuck," Sören panted. "That's so good..."

"Mmmmmmmmm." Mark sucked harder, faster, then took Sören's cock out of his mouth and licked at it. Their eyes met again as Mark drew Sören's cock back in his mouth.

Anthony cleared his throat and tapped his cane on the floor. Sören glanced over - he'd been so caught up in the heat of the moment that he'd forgotten they just got in the door.

"I have an idea," Anthony said with an amused smirk. "How about I practice some of my rope skills on Mark?" He cocked his head to one side. "Should tie him up to make sure he doesn't try to leave again."

"Indeed," Nicholas said.

Mark stopped sucking and nodded enthusiastically. Sören's laughter rang out. "You are evil," Sören said. "I like it."

Anthony took a small bow.

When they had moved into the house in Blackheath last year, they'd made one of the second-floor bedrooms a dungeon, with a custom-made bed frame that had many slats at head and foot for ropework, as well as a top canopy that could be used for eventual suspension, when Anthony was ready to start suspending Sören. A St. Andrew's cross was against one wall, a spanking horse against the other, a collection of riding crops and floggers mounted on a rack. Candelabras with candles for wax play or just providing ambiance. There was also a small set of drawers that contained an assortment of rope in different colors, as well as aftercare supplies such as a first aid kit and aloe vera.

Nicholas lit the candles around the room and then they undressed, taking turns helping each other until they were all naked. Sören felt ready to come just from seeing them all naked and hard, feeling impossibly pent up. The tension built as they admired each other's naked bodies, then paired off - Sören and Mark kissing, caressing, cock rubbing cock, as Anthony and Nicholas kissed and played, rubbing against each other, then Sören and Nicholas kissed, hands wandering, while Mark and Anthony kissed and teased, and at last Sören and Anthony kissed and rubbed together, hands exploring, fingers walking, as Nicholas and Mark kissed, hard cocks grinding, hands roaming.

When Anthony had enough, he led Mark to a chair. Sören and Nicholas sat on the bed, watching Anthony use black rope to tie an intricate series of knots and loops around Mark's chest, making a beautiful pattern. Every now and again Anthony kissed Mark and let his hands stray to brush a nipple, or Mark's stomach or thigh, take a few strokes at Mark's hard cock. Every now and again Sören and Nicholas kissed, not wanting to take their eyes off Anthony's work too long, yet hungry for each other. Each time Sören and Nicholas kissed, Mark's breath hitched, cock jolting, and Sören couldn't help but laugh a little. A few kisses later, Mark moaned whenever they kissed, a sound so urgent and lewd that Sören had to resist the urge to snatch Mark away and pound him.

At last the chest harness was done, and Anthony led Mark to the bed. As Mark lay back, Anthony sat beside him to tie more rope from the chest harness leading up to Mark's wrists... tying Mark's wrists to the bed. Anthony stopped every few minutes to ask Mark if he was OK, and reward him for his submission with a little kiss. Sören's cock throbbed, more and more aroused by the sight of Anthony in his element as a dom, gently commanding, and Mark so beautifully submissive, looking up at Anthony with trust and worship in his eyes.

When Mark's wrists were fully secure, Anthony looked back at Sören and Nicholas. He laughed a little. "The two of you look like hungry wolves that have seen fresh meat."

"That meat's looking very tasty," Sören said, glancing at Mark's hard, slick cock, dripping precum.

"Well..." Anthony tapped his fingers on his other arm. "What shall we do with him? I'm of a mind to make him lay there and watch while the three of us go at it, since he was such a bad boy yesterday, trying to leave..."

Mark whined.

"He looks too delicious not to touch," Sören said, "and the poor thing has been deprived for so long. We can torment him by making him watch another time."

Nicholas nodded. Then he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Anthony, did you take Mark yesterday?"

Anthony shook his head. "The lube was downstairs in the master bedroom and I didn't want to go down the hall to take the lube we keep in here. So we did other things. Mostly we held each other last night."

"Other things?" Sören's mind was racing. "Give us deets, now."

Anthony laughed. "You're such a pervert, Sören."

"Takk."

"We sucked each other, we frotted. No fucking. Why do you ask, Nicholas?"

"I thought perhaps with your history with Mark being what it is, you should have first right to take him," Nicholas said.

Sören nodded. As badly as he wanted to be inside Mark - and have Mark inside him - he wanted to cede that to Anthony, it just seemed right. Besides, the idea of Anthony fucking Mark got Sören even more worked up, cock throbbing, dripping precum. Sören couldn't help stroking himself a little, going out of his mind with lust.

"What do you think, Mark? Do you like that idea?" Anthony leaned in to give Mark a kiss.

Mark kissed him back and nodded, looking so eager it made Sören laugh. "Yes. Please." Mark's cock twitched. "Please, take me..."

"And what about the two of you?" Anthony glanced back at Sören and Nicholas. "What would you like?"

"Well, what would you like?" Sören asked, mind racing again with too many luscious possibilities. "You're the one in charge."

Anthony stroked his chin, considering. Finally he said, "I want one of you to fuck me while I'm fucking Mark. Like you, Sören. And Nicholas can fuck you while you fuck me."

"God, yes." Sören's cock leapt and his hole twitched. He had to stop playing with himself or he was going to come too soon.

"But first..." Anthony's finger traced around Mark's nipple in slow circles. "I don't think this naughty thing here should get what he wants right away. I think a bit of teasing and torment is in order."

Mark whined and more precum dripped down his shaft.

They fell on him, taking turns kissing him, then got to work on his body. Nicholas kissed and nipped at Mark's neck while Sören and Anthony licked and sucked Mark's nipples at the same time. Then Anthony kissed and licked Mark's stomach as Sören and Nicholas lapped at and suckled Mark's nipples together, sucking harder than before, making Mark writhe against the bounds, panting, moaning. Sören, Nicholas, and Anthony licked Mark's stomach and hips, kissed and licked and sucked at his inner thighs, behind the knee, licked his calves. Mark's broken cries turned to begging. "Please. Please. Oh gods, please. Please, please."

"Please what?" Anthony asked.

"Fuck me, take me, please, I need it, please..."

Anthony grinned at Sören, and Sören knew what Anthony was going to do - the same thing Anthony had done to him many times. Anthony bent Mark's knees, spread his legs, splitting him like a peach, and began to eat at Mark's ass, tongue-fucking him, making Mark cry out, almost sobbing, quivering. As Anthony licked at Mark's passage, Sören and Nicholas licked Mark's cock all over, tongues dancing on the head, brushing up and down the shaft, taking turns licking at his balls, one sucking at the head while the other licked and licked at the shaft. Mark screamed, bucking against them. The sight and sound of Mark completely lost in teasing pleasure made Sören mad with lust, stroking himself again, his hand replaced by Anthony's, stroking more slowly, keeping control.

When Anthony stopped licking Mark's channel, he looked up at Mark and smiled, as if he was going to relent and finally give in to Mark's wishes. Then he grinned at Sören and made the "have at it" gesture. Now it was Anthony's turn to lick at Mark's cock, sharing it with Nicholas, as Sören worked his tongue like a hurricane, rubbing that sweet spot inside him, making Mark cry out even louder. After awhile Sören slowed down, ever so slow and deliberate. Nicholas sucked at the head of Mark's cock and Anthony's tongue chased the precum down the shaft, then Anthony grabbed Sören by the curls and their tongues licked together, sharing the taste of Mark's precum. Mark gave a plaintive, wordless howl, followed by bellowing, "FUCKING FUCK ME, DAMMIT, DAMN YOU, FUCK ME..."

Anthony and Sören laughed, and their tongues teased a little more before Anthony made an exaggerated groan, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead and slumping. "I suppose," Anthony said.

Mark growled through clenched teeth, eyes wild.

Anthony chuckled and came up to kiss the tip of Mark's nose. "I see we've got a live one here."

They readied each other while Mark watched, tied up and helpless - Sören and Anthony kissed while Anthony worked lube over Sören's cock, Sören stroked lube onto Nicholas's cock, and Nicholas's hand massaged Anthony's cock, slicking it with lubricant. Then Sören and Nicholas kissed and Anthony lapped and suckled Sören's pierced nipples as he stroked Nicholas's cock and Nicholas stroked Sören's cock and Sören stroked Anthony's cock. The sight of Nicholas and Anthony kissing almost undid Sören as more lube was poured over their cocks and worked in, getting them very wet for the utterly debauched fuck that was about to happen.

Sören and Nicholas moved off to the side so they could watch Anthony take Mark. Sören shivered as he saw the tip of Anthony's cock at Mark's entrance, and his cock and hole both twitched as he watched Mark's passage take Anthony's cock inch by inch. Mark breathed deep, and Anthony stroked his face, their eyes locked, Anthony going slow and tender - Sören knew it had been awhile for Mark. When Anthony bottomed out inside Mark, they kissed deeply, and Sören and Nicholas kissed too.

They continued to watch the first few minutes, Anthony thrusting slowly, Anthony and Mark kissing again and again, whispering "I love you" between kisses. It brought tears to Sören's eyes, so beautiful - and made him want to scream with sexual frustration.

When Sören couldn't take it anymore, he positioned himself behind Anthony. His arms encircled Anthony from behind, a hand resting on Anthony's heart as he pushed inside. Anthony gasped and when Sören was fully inside him, Anthony gave a deep groan.

Sören followed the same slow rhythm - just as much for himself, not wanting to blow his load right away in Anthony's silken heat. He leaned in closer and started to kiss Anthony's neck, his hands sliding over Anthony's chest, thumbs brushing nipples, enjoying the feel of Anthony's silky chest hair. Anthony moaned and began to move a little faster; Mark moaned too, rolling his hips back at Anthony.

Soon Nicholas was inside him, tugging on a fistful of Sören's curls with one hand, smacking his ass with the other. At the feel of Nicholas nibbling on his neck, Sören moaned and thrust harder into Anthony. Anthony kissed Mark hard and started pounding him, making Mark cry out into the kiss, whimpering, bucking, rocking his hips, matching Anthony's rhythm. Sören licked Anthony's neck, kissed and nipped where the neck met the shoulder, holding Anthony tight, caressing him. Anthony tilted his face and Sören leaned in to crush their mouths together. Mark watched them kiss and moaned; Anthony reached to stroke Mark's cock.

Sören loved the feel of Nicholas's cock rubbing that sweet spot inside him, as Anthony's channel gripped and sucked at his cock again and again. Hearing Anthony and Mark get louder - Anthony fucking Mark the way Sören was fucking him - drove Sören wild, wilder still when Nicholas gave in and stopped being a gentleman, letting his beast out to play, hips smacking against Sören's, balls slapping balls, driving into Sören with abandon. Sören whimpered and growled as he bit Anthony's neck, pinched his nipples. Anthony's hand was a blur on Mark's cock, making a wet rattling sound. Sören knew when Mark was right there, and Sören's own balls tightened, bracing himself.

Sören watched as Mark climaxed, crying out over and over again as his chest heaved, pearly drops splattering his stomach. Anthony collected some of Mark's cum with his fingers and brought them to Sören's lips to taste. As Sören sucked Anthony's fingers, Sören and Anthony came together, Anthony's passage contracting, milking Sören's cock, Sören pulsing inside and out, whimpering his release. A few thrusts later Nicholas came too with a deep groan, spilling deep inside Sören, the feel of Nicholas's hot seed making Sören clench and shiver again, giggling as the euphoria washed over and through him.

"Oh, god." Sören gave a deep sigh as he involuntarily flexed and kneaded a little, like a contented cat. "Oh, fuck, holy shit, wow."

Anthony and Mark kissed, and the sweetness of Mark's smile took Sören's breath away, made Sören tear up again, aching so fiercely for Mark to feel that joy, that peace, after so long.

"Welcome home," Anthony said, and kissed Mark's forehead.

Of course, they weren't done. After Mark was untied and they'd been laying there for awhile in a loose tangle of arms and limbs, Sören's eyes opened to the puddles of seed on Mark's stomach and he decided to lap them up before they dried. Savoring a taste that was new and different yet also strangely familiar, as if the Fëanor part of Sören still remembered all these ages later.

Mark moaned softly, and Sören knew Mark was getting turned on again by the feel of his tongue, and watching his enjoyment. Sören licked his lips. "Can't let any go to waste now." He came up to kiss Mark, and after a deep, hungry kiss they shared another kiss, open-mouthed, tongues flirting, teasing. Their cocks hardened up again and Mark took them both into his fist, stroking slowly. Mark's other hand caressed Sören's chest, plucked one pierced nipple, then the other.

"You're even more beautiful than I fantasized about," Mark husked, looking down at Sören's nipple rings then up into his eyes. He stroked Sören's cheek. "And you have lovely eyes. It's like you fashioned your human form to be something exquisite, a living work of art."

Sören's cheeks flushed, and he bit his lower lip, getting choked up, not knowing what to say. He took Mark's scarred hand and kissed it, before holding it for a moment, squeezing it. His lips brushed Mark's brow. Then he found words. "And you, are a song made flesh."

Mark grabbed Sören and pulled him down into another kiss. "Make me sing again, Atya."

Sören kissed and licked Mark's neck, then down to his nipples, playing with one as his tongue lashed at the other, as his lips sucked hard, tugging on it. Anthony and Nicholas watched with interest, stroking themselves. Sören resumed licking Mark's stomach, tasting the lingering notes of his cum. "So good," he purred. Then he spread Mark's legs, cock jolting at the sight of his open hole, dripping with Anthony's cum. Sören dove in and ate Anthony's cum out of Mark's passage, lapping like a hungry cat, playing with himself as he ate, as Mark moaned and bucked and shuddered, panting, pulling Sören's curls.

"Atya," Mark breathed. "Oh gods, Atya..."

"Mmmmmmmm." Sören's tongue lapped and lapped, knowing how it must feel for Mark, teasing that button inside him again and again. "You want more, elskan? You want Atya to fuck you?"

"Gods, yes. Please..."

Sören came up, roughly seized a handful of Mark's hair, and rolled him onto his stomach. With Mark's hair in one hand, Sören straddled Mark's ass and pushed in as Mark panted "yes, yes, yes..."

Anthony and Nicholas were stroking each other now, stealing kisses as they watched Sören ride Mark's ass, pounding him into the mattress, pulling Mark's hair. It was an act of claiming, and Mark loved it, rocking his hips back at Sören, fucking himself on Sören's cock, making desperate noises. Sören's free hand stroked up and down Mark's spine, fingers walking, brushing, enjoying the way Mark shivered beneath his touch, the precious little whimpers. "That's a good boy," Sören purred, giving a groan at the sound of their hips slapping together, the slick suctioning sound of their fuck. "Such a good boy for your Atya."

"Atya. Atya..." Mark's fists clenched the sheets. "Atya, fuck me... more, Atya, please, more, don't stop, don't ever stop..."

But they could both only last so long. Mark's tight ass wrapped around him got him closer, closer, until Sören was shaking, seething, trying to hold back. He stopped rubbing Mark's back and slapped his ass. "Come for me, boy." It felt so strange to be calling an Elf many thousands of years old "boy" and yet it came out from the depths of his soul.

Mark went into spasms, body jerking, twitching, heaving, as he sobbed out his release. "Yes, yes. Fuck, YES..." Mark laughed and cried, his channel contracting around Sören's cock, pulsing so deliciously it brought Sören off, coming with a fierce cry, collapsing onto Mark's back. A moment later he felt hot cum spray over his face and back, Nicholas and Anthony moaning as they came together, shooting over him. Sören trembled again, throbbing.

Sören's arms reached up and over Mark's arms, his hands covered Mark's hands. Their fingers linked and their hearts beat together. For a moment it felt like they were one, in their own pocket of space-time... in the heart of creation.

I love you, Sören spoke into his mind.

Mark squeezed Sören's fingers with his. I love you too.

They still weren't done. When Sören could move again, he rolled off Mark and Mark lay on his side, holding Sören close. Just before Sören could drift off, he felt his face being licked - not by one of the cats, but by Anthony, who was licking his and Nicholas's cum from Sören's cheeks and nose and chin. Sören giggled and gave Anthony a kiss. One kiss became another, and another, and soon they were kissing Mark in turn, while Nicholas dozed next to them.

Sören thought about waking Nicholas up for another round, but he decided to let Nicholas rest. Sören and Anthony were both kissing Mark's neck now, playing with his nipples, making Mark moan softly. Anthony's hand rubbed Mark's stomach in circles and Sören played with Mark's cock.

"What would you like?" Anthony asked Mark, before licking up Mark's throat.

"Yes," Mark said, and laughed. Sören laughed too.

"Apple doesn't fall far from the tree," Anthony teased, glancing at Sören before looking back at Mark.

Sören looked down at Mark's cock - almost an exact copy of his own, but without the Prince Albert ring - and said, "More like a banana tree."

Mark facepalmed, laughing harder. Anthony tweaked Sören's nose, then nipped it, before giving Sören another kiss.

"I want both of you inside me," Mark said.

Anthony let out a low whistle. "You've just had toys all this time, since we broke up. You're pretty tight. You sure..."

"You both opened me up a bit. Please."

Anthony looked at Sören. On the one hand Sören didn't want to hurt Mark, on the other hand Sören knew his own limits pretty well and figured Mark did too. "If you're sure," Sören said.

"Now," Mark said, biting Sören's lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

Sören chuckled, impressed, and then he bit Mark's lip back, then kissed him hard, cock jolting at the thought of both he and Anthony inside Mark's tight, slick hole...

Sören lay on his back. Mark got into position, his back against Sören's chest. Sören gripped Mark's hips and Mark sank down on Sören's cock, then Sören's arms moved up to lock around Mark's chest, holding him tight as he began to thrust. "Atya's got you," he whispered, resting a hand on Mark's heart, the other hand playing with a nipple. He kissed and licked Mark's neck, cock throbbing at the way Mark shivered and moaned. "Atya's got you."

Anthony watched them fuck, stroking himself, and finally he came forward, settling on top of Mark. Sören groaned as he felt the tip of Anthony's cock against the base of his shaft. Mark's passage tightened as Anthony pushed in and in and in, and once Anthony was inside, both Sören and Mark cried out. They gave Mark a moment to adjust, and then Mark nodded.

Sören and Anthony's cocks rubbed together inside Mark, the tight channel gripping them so sweetly. Mark moaned and sighed as they found that perfect rhythm of push and pull, and at last Anthony drank Mark's cries, kissing him deeply. Sören's and Anthony's hands wandered over Mark's body as Anthony and Mark kissed, and Sören licked and nibbled Mark's neck and shoulder and sensitive pointy ear. "We've got you," Sören husked. "You're home now. You're safe with us."

"We're all safe with each other." Anthony leaned over Mark's shoulder and kissed Sören hard. Sören moaned, his cock pulsing against Anthony's.

They kissed and kissed, cock teasing cock. Sören had never felt closer to Anthony than now, sharing Mark with him, making their boy safe - reaffirming that bond as old as time that the Powers could not quench. Sören resumed kissing Mark's neck as Anthony kissed and licked down Mark's throat, thrusting harder as he licked and sucked at one nipple, then the other. Mark turned his face to Sören and their mouths met, and one of Sören's hands moved down to take Mark's cock, working it in time with their thrusts.

It wasn't long before all three of them were moaning, panting, the mattress creaking. Nicholas roused from his nap and watched them, stroking himself - the sight of Nicholas propped up on one elbow, hand working his hard cock, made Sören thrust into Mark harder, rubbing faster on Anthony's cock. Anthony matched Sören's rhythm, leaning over Mark's shoulder to kiss him again. Their tongues licked together between kisses and a few kisses later Mark's tongue was joining theirs, lapping, teasing, driving Sören mad with lust, thrusting even harder, balls slapping away.

Anthony's hand joined Sören's on Mark's cock, and their free hands stroked Mark's nipples, as they took turns kissing each other. When Mark tensed and whimpered, Sören knew he was there, and Sören nibbled Mark's pointy ear. "Come for us," he whispered. "Come for Atya and Ara..."

Mark came hard, spraying Anthony with cum, and himself, shooting cum into Sören's face. The sight of Mark climaxing and the feel of that pulsing channel made Anthony and Sören come together, cock throbbing against cock, hot cum pouring. The mental image of their cocks coming together, cum flowing down their shafts, made Sören spill again, making a strangled noise.

This time it was Nicholas who licked Mark clean, and shared the cum with Anthony and Sören, kissing each of them in turn. That made Sören harden right up again, but Mark was well-used and Sören didn't want to hurt him.

He offered himself instead. "Now it's your turn," Sören said to Mark, who was also hard again from being licked, and looking at Sören's hard cock. "You want to fuck me?"

"Yes." Mark flashed Sören that beautiful smile.

"What about you... you up for one more?" Sören glanced at Anthony, then Nicholas.

Anthony laughed and nipped Sören's nose. "Insatiable."

"That's not an answer."

Anthony laughed harder.

"The two of you can take him if that's what you're asking," Nicholas said. He leaned in and kissed Sören. "I'd like to suck you."

Sören groaned and kissed Nicholas back. "Fuck, yes."

Anthony lay back and after more lube, Sören straddled Anthony's hips and sank down. For a few moments it was just them, Sören riding Anthony slowly as Anthony looked up at Sören with love in his eyes, letting Sören feel the love in his touch as his hands caressed Sören's chest and stomach and thighs, and back up. Then Mark knelt behind Sören and Sören's breath hitched as he felt the tip of Mark's cock at his entrance.

It was a tight fit, almost too tight, almost painful, but Sören adjusted and soon he was bouncing feverishly, riding Anthony hard, as Mark's hips smacked against his. Now it was Mark's turn to pull Sören's hair, bite his neck, claiming as he had been claimed. Sören loved it. He loved it even more when Nicholas lay down to take Sören's cock in his mouth and give both Mark and Anthony a good show. Nicholas stroked himself as he sucked, more insistently than before. Sören pet him, skritching his whiskers, rubbing his chest hair. "Daddy," Sören moaned. "Oh Daddy, so good..."

They got closer, but held back just a little longer, completely lost in the debauchery. Anthony's and Mark's cocks stroked Sören to fever pitch, and knowing their cocks were rubbing together - that they were making love to each other this way, not just him - made Sören crazy. Nicholas's mouth was hungrier, moaning around the cock in his mouth, and Nicholas's hand slid up to join Anthony's and Mark's hands on his body, slowly exploring, playing, pleasing.

And then Sören was at the point of no return, balls tightening. Anthony tugged on one of Sören's nipple rings. "Come, elskan," Anthony growled.

Sören threw back his head and cried out as he filled Nicholas's mouth, pulsing, melting, flying. Mark came first, arms almost crushing Sören as he howled into Sören's neck, and Anthony came a few seconds later, letting out that shuddery sigh Sören loved as his body heaved and his cock throbbed and spurted and twitched.

Nicholas sat up and kissed Mark with his mouth full of Sören's cum, and Mark reached down to stroke Nicholas's cock - it only took a few flicks of his wrist and Nicholas started to quiver. Before he could erupt, Sören came down just in time and wrapped his mouth around Nicholas's cock, greedily drinking the seed that poured. Nicholas groaned, trembling as he pet Sören's curls. There was so much cum it spilled down Sören's chin. He kissed Anthony with it, then Mark, before collapsing on his side next to Anthony, laughing as the room spun. Everything was too bright. Everything was too beautiful.

Nicholas spooned Sören and Mark cuddled up to Sören and Anthony, held by both of them as they also snuggled each other. Nicholas pet Mark's hair, rubbed his back, and the four of them rocked together as they crested down from their release.

"Like old times," Mark said. "But all the more precious for being new."

"This is just the beginning," Sören said.

Anthony laughed and shook his head. "No more tonight. I can barely walk as it is."

Sören giggled. "I didn't mean that literally."

"With you it's hard to tell." Anthony kissed the tip of Sören's nose. "Not that I'd have it any other way." Anthony took Sören's hand and kissed it.

Sören kissed Anthony's cheek, and snuggled closer, smiling. For now, any worries about Mark trying to leave again - or whatever else the future might throw at them - were far away.

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