"You... you wished for me?" Anthony blinked, a confused look on his face, and cocked his head to one side. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean..." Sören sat down on top of the sleeping bags, swallowed hard and exhaled. It was time to just get it all out, consequences be damned - what would be, would be, he couldn't take it anymore. "I love you, Anthony. I want to be with you. I don't want to make things weird if you don't feel the same way, I don't want to lose you if you only want to be friends, but -"
"Sören." Anthony got down on his knees, eyes wide, and came closer. "You don't know how long I've been in love with you, wishing the same thing..." His voice broke, his eyes too bright, and his jaw trembled; he covered his mouth with his hand, trying to contain the tears.
Sören reached out to him and pulled Anthony into his arms. They held each other tight and rocked together, laughing and crying. "Fuck, we're idiots. No, I didn't know. I had no idea."
"Neither did I. But Rae said today it was obvious, they could tell how I feel about you even though I never said anything to them about it, and they said it seemed like it was mutual." Anthony rested his head on Sören's shoulder and gave him a squeeze. "I'm so glad they were right."
"I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner." Sören breathed a deep sigh of relief. Anthony picked his head up and their eyes met again. Sören felt sheepish now, but he couldn't change the past - only celebrate this moment of jubilation, that his feelings were returned, the years of pining were over. "I was really afraid that -"
"Hush." Anthony put a finger to Sören's lips. "I know. Me too. But..." Anthony took Sören's hand and kissed it. "We have now. And the future. I really, really love you, Sören. I want to be with you, too. I... I want to spend my life with you, grow old with you."
Sören's eyes welled and he felt his own tears threatening to break, seeing the tears of love in Anthony's eyes, feeling immense relief and gratitude for the gift of being loved in return. He couldn't resist a moment of levity, even though he knew he would probably break down and cry anyway. "You're already old."
Anthony snickered. Then he sighed. "That was part of why I didn't say anything, you know. I worried you would think I'm too old for you -"
"Oh no, no, I'm just teasing. I don't think you're too old for me, Anthony. I did worry that Rae would get squicked out because my age is more like an older brother than a stepfather, but..."
"Well, Rae ships it." Anthony snickered again. He quickly sobered and stroked Sören's cheek. "I love you," he said again, voice husky.
"I love you too. So much."
Anthony's face moved in and Sören's heart skipped a beat, felt like he could barely breathe, knowing what was next. Their lips met for the first time - shyly, softly, sweetly. Yet for just a kiss on the lips, it was hardly chaste, the kiss lingering and sensual. They pulled apart for a brief instant to look into each other's eyes again and then their mouths crushed together, lips parting, tongues swirling, searching, full of passion and hunger. Sören's cunt throbbed and he heard himself moan into the kiss. When the kiss broke and they were breathing harder, Anthony traced Sören's lips with his thumb. Sören playfully sucked on it like it was a small cock - or a clit. Anthony's response to that was to growl, and start kissing Sören's neck.
That turned out to be Sören's weak spot, clutching desperately at Anthony as he was flooded with sensation. "Make love to me, elskan," Sören whispered, voice shaking with the shiver down his spine.
Anthony pulled him into another deep, needy kiss that sent fire through Sören's veins. They began to undress each other, tugging feverishly at shirts and undoing jeans, haphazardly tossing clothes off to the side of the tent. When they were completely naked Anthony gently pushed him back, kissing again and again, hands roaming over each other's bodies, caressing, exploring. Anthony began to kiss Sören's neck again, and Sören arched to him, trembling... dripping. His thighs were already slick, his clit painfully hard, and they'd barely gotten started.
When their mouths met again, tongues playing together, Anthony reached between Sören's legs. Sören gasped and whimpered at the feel of Anthony's fingers on his clit for the first time, rubbing in slow circles. Sören did the same, groping and finding Anthony's bottom growth. Sören let out a low whistle when he felt how big Anthony was - he looked down and saw Anthony was as big as his thumb.
"Shit, T has been good to you," Sören said. Once again his hands ran up and down Anthony, enjoying the feel of his chest hair, the furry arms and thighs. "You are so fucking masculine, I love it."
"And you. You are gorgeous." Anthony skritched Sören's beard like a cat, then he stroked Sören's cheek; Sören leaned into his touch, smiling. Anthony kissed Sören's brow. "And you're a beautiful person, Sören. Your soul shines through in your art."
"I'd love to paint you," Sören said. He leered at Anthony's hard clit, which twitched under his fingers. "Though I'd probably get too fucking horny to concentrate if you posed naked for me."
"I want you to paint me with your cum." Anthony grinned, and Sören grinned back. Anthony slipped a finger inside him and sighed. "So wet..."
"You make me wet, elskan." It was Sören's turn to initiate the kiss, this time open-mouthed, tongues teasing. "I've fantasized about you so many times, but now I have the real thing."
"Same." They kissed again, a deep, fierce kiss, then another sensual open-mouthed kiss, tongues rubbing together. Anthony licked Sören's neck, making Sören gasp and cry out, exquisitely sensitive. "Fuck, I want you."
"You can have me, elskan. Any time you want, anyplace, any way that you want..."
Anthony kissed him hard, and began to play with Sören's clit more insistently. Sören pawed at Anthony and they kept kissing, stroking each other's clits, fingering, getting each other harder, wetter, until they were both panting and Sören was rocking his hips, fucking himself on Anthony's fingers.
"Need you," Sören breathed.
Anthony nipped at Sören's lower lip. "How do you want it?"
There were so many things Sören wanted to do with him, but what immediately came to mind was his session with the pocket pussy a few days ago. "I want to feel your cock on my cock," Sören said.
Anthony groaned and gave him another deep, passionate kiss. Then he parted Sören's thighs and climbed over him, maneuvering until their cunts were aligned. As their pussy lips kissed for the first time, they kissed again, their tongues mirroring the sensuous slide of clit against clit. Sören sighed deeply and wrapped his arms around Anthony, holding him tight.
"I love you, sweetheart," Anthony whispered.
"Ég elska þig, elskan mín."
In all of Sören's fantasies, most often he had envisioned what their first time would be like - usually conjuring a scene of candlelight, the two of them worshiping each other's bodies, kissing and licking each other all over before taking turns orally pleasuring each other, then making love clit to clit. This was quite different from his first-time fantasy, with the two of them fucking right away... and yet, it was much more delicious than his fantasies. It felt incredibly right to do this, out here in wild nature, bringing out that primal, animal impulse to rut together, in heat. And it was beautiful to look at the sea of stars through the tent ceiling and doors, as they became one flesh for the first time, as if the universe itself was rejoicing with them.
It was like gliding on hot, wet silk, the most decadent pleasure Sören had ever known. Their thick cunt lips fit together just right as their clits found the perfect rhythm, rubbing back and forth, side to side. Sören savored the feel of Anthony's body on his, the lean-muscled strength of him, the pelt of his chest hair. Anthony kissed, licked and nibbled Sören's neck and shoulder again, groaning into him, and Sören moaned as he lost himself in each stroke, more luscious than the last, going deeper and deeper into sensation. Soon they were frenzied, panting as their cunts smacked together harder, faster, making sloppy squishing noises. Sören heard himself whimpering, nails digging in Anthony's back, so close to coming but trying to hold back, make it last, so good...
Anthony kissed him hard, and Sören felt those flutters, losing it a little. Then Anthony ground out, "Come with me."
Sören gave in to the most intense orgasm of his life, pulsing as euphoria cascaded through him and over him. "Anthony," he called out, nails raking down Anthony's back. Anthony let out a deep groan then a shuddery sigh and Sören felt him contracting, gushing, which made Sören throb again. Anthony trembled, breathing harder into Sören's neck, and Sören held him tight, never wanting this moment to end. The words fell out of him, a dam breaking with years of emotion. "Ég elska þig. Ég elska þig. Ég elska þig..."
"I love you, baby." Anthony rained kisses over Sören's face. Sören smiled and they rubbed noses.
For a few minutes they lay there, tangled up together. Sören felt weightless, floating on clouds of bliss as he watched the stars twinkling. After awhile Anthony began petting him, smiling sweetly, and started nuzzling Sören's beard and neck. Just that little gentle touch made Sören's body wake up again, hungry for more. Starving, after years of aching from afar.
Sören gave Anthony a kiss. "You want to go again?"
Anthony laughed and kissed him back. He put on an Austin Powers voice. "Do I make you horny, baby?"
"YEAH, BABY, SHAGADELIC."
Anthony and Sören laughed together - Anthony laughed so hard he snorted, which made him turn beetroot, and Sören kissed the tip of Anthony's nose. "Wow, I'm a dork," Anthony said.
"We both are." Sören smirked. "But I find your dorkiness sexy."
"What do the kids say now? I have rizz."
Sören laughed harder. "You have so much rizz, you come from Rizzrael."
Anthony snort-laughed again and Sören teared up, sides heaving. It wasn't their funniest moment of banter but Sören felt that post-orgasmic high, good and relaxed. Sören stopped laughing when Anthony claimed a kiss, and then another. And another. Sören groaned, cunt twinging, clit stiffening, wanting him so badly. Anthony started kissing Sören's neck with a wicked smirk on his face - he'd figured out how sensitive Sören was there - and Sören bit his lip and gave a little whine. "Please, elskan..."
Anthony licked his way up Sören's neck, making him gasp and shudder, and they kissed open-mouthed, driving Sören mad with lust. Anthony's fingers walked down Sören's stomach and Sören shuddered again - Anthony was discovering all of his erogenous zones - and then Anthony said, "I need a little bit to recharge, but..." He rolled onto his back and patted his shoulders. "Sit on my face, love."
Sören got on his knees and straddled Anthony's shoulders. Anthony gave an appreciative moan at the sight of Sören's hard clit jutting out at him - which made his clit twitch, electrified by his lover's genuine desire - and then Anthony took a long, slow lick at it. Sören grunted as the teasing pleasure shot through him. "Oh, fuck."
"Mmhmm." Anthony licked it again, ever so slowly. And again. Over and over, deliberate slow strokes of his tongue, each one getting Sören closer and closer, yet so far.
And then, at last, Anthony drew the clit into his mouth, sucking Sören's t-dick just like a cock. It didn't just feel incredible, but it was also intensely euphoric - he was getting a blowjob from another gay man. Sören relished that feeling of power in his manhood, but soon he could barely think at all, as Anthony worked his head back and forth, the clit gliding in and out of his mouth.
"Your cock is so fucking hot," Anthony purred, and sucked on it harder.
Sören cried out, almost coming. He gently rocked his hips, fucking Anthony's mouth. Anthony groaned with his mouth full, continuing to suck at it. After a few minutes Anthony was kissing it, using his tongue as well as his lips, and Sören heard himself almost sobbing - as badly as he needed to come, he never wanted Anthony to stop.
As Sören got closer still, Anthony stopped sucking on it and began to lick, tongue lashing away, making Sören howl with pleasure. Just before Sören could come, Anthony mashed his face against Sören's mound, sucking away, making filthy slurping sounds. Sören found himself rocking his hips, clutching Anthony's head, panting, whimpering, right there...
And then Anthony let the clit slip from his mouth and started licking it again... this time slowly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He knew exactly what he was doing.
"Anthony," Sören breathed, but didn't know whether to beg for an orgasm or to beg for him to keep teasing him, keep that filthy sweetness going, the pleasure building and building.
"Uh huh." Anthony continued licking slowly, then lashed his tongue some more before more exquisitely slow strokes. Then he was sucking slowly, rolling the clit around in his mouth like a piece of candy.
Sören felt like he was going to explode... but he loved the way Anthony was edging him, and subtly dominating him. And then Sören noticed Anthony's left shoulder moving, heard Anthony breathing harder as he licked and sucked, and realized what he was doing. "Are you touching yourself?"
"Yes." Anthony's tongue dipped inside him, lashed at his inner walls. Sören almost came - a few flutters, but not quite there - and let out another howl of frustration. Anthony laughed softly and worked his tongue more slowly inside him, then his tongue was on Sören's clit again, lapping. "You turn me on, baby."
Through the haze of sensation, Sören knew what would make it even better. "I want to taste you too."
Anthony groaned. "Go for it."
Sören turned around, his ass in Anthony's face, and lay down on top of Anthony, his head between Anthony's legs. Once his clit was back in Anthony's mouth Sören returned the favor, taking Anthony's clit in his mouth, long and thick. The musky taste of their sex - not just Anthony's juices but his own, from rubbing together - almost undid him. They sucked at each other hungrily, moaning into each other's cunts. Sucking and being sucked at the same time made it even hotter, lust fueling sensation, the world slipping away as they worshiped each other's cocks.
Sören was on that edge again, trembling, and Anthony was shaking too. When Anthony's tongue was inside him again Sören pushed a finger inside Anthony, thrilling to the soft cry Anthony made. One finger became two, finding Anthony's G-spot, enjoying the sloppy wet sounds as his fingers banged away and his tongue lapped at the stiffening t-dick. Then Anthony mashed his face into Sören again, shaking his head back and forth, slurping and suctioning, and Sören whined as he took Anthony's clit back in his mouth, sucking hard for all he was worth.
Sören felt himself lose control, rushing to the point of no return, and then it happened - Anthony's walls slammed down on his fingers, clenching, and Anthony's clit pulsated in his mouth. Anthony made a deep, feral noise with Sören's clit in his mouth and when Anthony squirted, Sören lapped at the flowing juices like a fountain, drenched in them, and came too, letting out a fierce shout as the orgasm overtook him, almost painful in its deep contractions. Anthony sighed and moaned softly, and Sören groaned with satisfaction, not just for his own release but glad he could make Anthony come hard, too.
They sat up and kissed open-mouthed, rubbing their tongues together... making streamers with their cream. As their tongues licked, the kiss got sloppier, which got Sören going again. They kissed deeply, holding each other and moaning into the kiss, and when they pulled apart they were both breathing harder.
"We taste good together," Sören said, savoring the lingering notes of their combined musk.
"Fuck yeah, we do." Anthony kissed him again, sending a shiver down his spine, and then Sören felt Anthony's fingers between his legs, inside him again. Sören clutched him and whimpered, deliciously sensitized. Anthony brought his slick fingers to Sören's lips, inviting him to taste, and Sören sucked Anthony's fingers slowly, sensually, thrilling to the heat in Anthony's eyes. Then it was Sören's turn, playing with Anthony, letting him taste himself - the way Anthony licked and sucked his fingers almost made Sören come untouched.
They kissed again, playing with each other, and took turns sucking their juices off each other's fingers, before lashing their tongues together again, sharing the taste. After a few rounds of this Anthony kissed and licked Sören's neck again, still playing with him, giving a knowing smile between kisses as Sören moaned. Anthony kissed Sören's shoulder, and then instead of bringing his cream-soaked fingers to Sören's mouth to taste again, he anointed Sören's pierced nipples, rubbing it onto one, then the other, and lowered his head to lick and suck each glistening nipple in turn. Sören cried out, cunt throbbing. "Fuck!"
Anthony laughed softly. He took a captive bead ring between his teeth and tugged a little, before his tongue laved it again. Sören shuddered and moaned. "You don't know how many times I've thought about doing this to you," Anthony purred, and turned to the other, pulling on the ring with his teeth, then lapping at the nipple. Sören almost sobbed with frustration and need as the pleasure-torment seethed through his entire body.
"I take it you want more," Anthony rasped.
Sören nodded, and grinned. "And so do you, I think."
Anthony nodded vehemently, laughing. "I'm usually one-and-done when I have a wank, but..." He suckled one nipple, then the other, and started kissing his way back up Sören's shoulder and neck. "I can't get enough of you. I've been wanting this for so long..."
"Me too." Sören sighed, took Anthony's face in his hands, and kissed him with all the fire he'd held back for years. Sören lay back and spread his legs wide. "Fuck me again?"
"Fuck, yes."
Instead of laying on top of him, Anthony hooked Sören's right leg over his left shoulder and rode him. They found that rhythm again, clit teasing clit, as their cunts made filthy, luscious wet smacking sounds. Sören never wanted it to end, between the sweetness of their clits making passionate love together, and the sight of Anthony's gorgeous body in motion, muscles rippling, sweat pouring down his body, chest hair glistening, hair damp and mussed, hungry eyes as he took what he wanted, railing Sören hard. Sören was so far gone in the heat of sex, his fantasy made flesh, that he ended up slipping out something he'd only said in his fantasies. "Daddy, Pabbi... fuck me, Daddy..."
Anthony's eyes widened, and for an instant Sören froze, afraid that he'd offended Anthony, who was a parent, and now things would get weird. But to Sören's relief - and delight - Anthony growled and rocked his hips furiously, cunts slapping together harder, faster, the sloppy suctioning noises rising above their broken cries. "That's it, baby," Anthony ground out. "That's a good boy."
Sören bit his lip and whimpered, almost coming from those words. "Daddy, Daddy!"
"Yes, baby." Anthony grunted, and the way his breath hitched let Sören know he was close. Anthony's palm pressed firmly on the top of Sören's mound, just above his clit, and the pressure intensified the sensation of clit exciting clit. Sören gasped as he felt the orgasm building, about to crash over him.
"Daddy, I'm gonna -"
"Come for Daddy, sweetheart."
Sören let out a wordless wail, then a cry of "Daddy! Daddy!" as he let go, the contractions deep and powerful. Anthony pulsed against him, juices pouring, and Anthony made a shuddery gasp, then a strangled noise as he doubled over, shaking. Sören pulled him close and they kissed deeply.
"Oh, love." Anthony peppered Sören's face with kisses. "Oh, sweetheart, I love you."
"I love you." Sören held him tight. "I love you, Daddy." Then he touched Anthony's cheek - though he knew Anthony's reaction to being called Daddy during their fuck wasn't faked, now as they were coming down from their orgasm and reality was settling again, he needed to check in. "Is it OK if..."
"Yeah, it is." Anthony nodded, and took Sören's hand and kissed it, before putting it on his heart. "I'm older than you and call you kiddo, I do feel protective towards you, and I know it's symbolic of my being your mentor during your early transition and the trust you have in me and isn't, like, literal."
Sören nodded. "Yeah, it's not... after what my uncle Einar did to me, I don't..." He couldn't find the words for the reassurances he wanted to make.
"I get it. Neither of us are like that, it's just a form of roleplaying. And Rae has only ever called me Mum or Mumdad, so it registers with my brain rather differently, if that makes sense. Just the same, though... even though Rae will be happy that we got together finally, they probably shouldn't hear you call me Daddy, that should be a just-us-private-time thing."
Sören nodded again. "Understood."
"But hopefully, we'll get a lot of private time." Anthony smirked and stole a kiss.
Sören grinned and kissed him back. "I hope so."
Anthony rolled onto his side and cradled Sören's head to his chest, their legs entwined. For awhile Sören let himself just be - the cuddling was as good as the sex, if not moreso, he felt so safe and loved in Anthony's arms and he hoped Anthony felt that love in return. It felt special and sacred to lay here in the arms of the man he loved and look out at the starry night, and contemplate that Hashem had arranged the entire universe in its place and they, too, were part of that, tangled up together. Sören lovingly traced the constellation of freckles on Anthony's left shoulder and nuzzled his neck, heart singing with quiet joy.