A year later, Sören and Anthony returned to Lewis Island, this time to celebrate their first anniversary as a couple.
They took the raft out to the island in the early evening, when the haze of golden hour made the journey especially picturesque, the water shimmering in the light. After they set up their tent the sun was beginning to set and they started the campfire and cooked the evening meal, then roasted marshmallows to make S'mores. Then they sat for awhile, looking out at the moon and the stars, leaning on each other.
"I love you," Sören said, taking Anthony's hand.
Anthony squeezed. "I love you, sweetheart."
"Here's to another year." Sören kissed his cheek.
Anthony got up, and before Sören could ask what he was doing, Anthony knelt in the grass in front of Sören and reached into his jeans pocket. He pulled out a small velvet-covered box and opened it.
Sören gasped when he saw what was inside - a ring. A weave of Celtic knots in white gold, with a small, tasteful dark blue goldstone in the center, glittering like a night sky, flanked by crescent moons on either side carved of blue-flash moonstone.
"The moon and the stars," Anthony said. "I thought about getting diamonds but the ethics are shitty and I wanted you to have a reminder of this place, where we got together." Anthony cleared his throat and looked into Sören's eyes. "Sören Sigurðsson, will you marry me?"
Sören nodded, laughing through tears. Anthony slipped the engagement ring onto Sören's finger and Sören threw his arms around him and pulled him into a kiss. When the kiss broke, Sören gave a breathless "Yes, elskan."
"I hope you like the ring and don't think it's tacky -"
"No, it's perfect, I love it," Sören said sincerely, bringing his hand closer to his face to admire the craftsmanship. "A lot of thought went into this and it's... beautiful." Sören reached out and stroked Anthony's cheek; Anthony leaned into his touch with a bashful smile. "You're beautiful."
Sören and Anthony got up from the grass, hugged each other tight and spun around, then did a little happy dance, laughing together, a moment of pure joy. "I love you," Sören called out, his voice echoing through the trees. "I love you. I love you. I love you..."
Anthony gave him a kiss. Then another. And another. The giddy rush gave way to passion - Sören moaned into the kiss and tugged at the hem of Anthony's shirt, lifting it up, as Anthony undid Sören's belt and his jeans. They practically tore each other's clothes off, flinging them into the grass. Even though the tent was just a few feet away, they didn't wait, tumbling down together into the grass, kissing feverishly as they ran their hands over each other. Anthony began to kiss Sören's neck - he'd learned well over the last year how sensitive Sören was there - and they reached between each other's legs, stroking each other to hard readiness. It wasn't long before Sören panted, "Fuck me."
Anthony nibbled the hollow where neck and shoulder met. "How do you want it?"
Being out here in wild nature brought out Sören's animal side. He got on all fours, face down ass up, looked over his shoulder and gave an urgent whine. Anthony laughed softly and got on his knees. Once he was behind Sören, he gave Sören's ass a firm swat, making his cunt throb, dripping. Sören wiggled his ass and Anthony slapped the other ass cheek before moving in closer.
Sören gasped, almost coming as Anthony's long, thick clit slipped inside his cunt, just like a finger. Anthony groaned as he felt that connection, and then he grabbed a hold of Sören's hips and began to thrust.
Sören loved the feel of Anthony's t-dick working in and out of him, stroking his inner walls... and it was even better out here, primal, frenzied. Their hips slapped together and the wet squishing sound of their sex was almost as loud as their moans. "Fuck me, Daddy," Sören called out, no one around to hear, he could be as loud as he wanted. "Get it, Daddy, fuck me, make me yours..."
Anthony growled and smacked Sören's ass again. "That's it, baby. Take Daddy's cock."
"So big, Daddy."
"Your boypussy feels so fucking good." Anthony grunted and gave Sören's ass another slap. Then he seized a handful of Sören's hair and his other hand reached around to play with Sören's aching clit.
Sören bucked his hips, desperately fucking himself on Anthony's fingers and clit-cock. The sweet rubbing inside and out built the tension higher and higher until Sören felt like he would explode with sensation, quivering, trying to hold back just a little longer to keep feeling Anthony inside him, but his body gave in and he climaxed hard, screaming "DADDY!"
Two thrusts later Anthony doubled over, shuddering, gasping, and Sören felt Anthony's clit twitching inside him, as his walls continued to clench and squeeze it, pulsing and pulsing. "Oh, baby boy," Anthony breathed, as Sören sprawled in the grass and Anthony lay atop him. "Sweetheart..."
"Fuck, that was good." Sören sighed, his toes curling as the throbbing died down and bliss washed over him.
It was a powerful orgasm, but they weren't done. A few minutes later when they sat up and kissed, the passion rose between them again, kissing deeply. They got into a sixty-nine, laying on their sides, heads between each other's legs, lapping at each other hungrily, sucking hard, making filthy slurping sounds as they devoured each other, moaning into each other's cunts. "You are so delicious," Anthony purred, before his tongue lashed inside Sören's cunt, fingers rubbing the clit.
"I can't get enough of you." Sören's lips clamped down harder on Anthony's clit, tugging, making Anthony groan louder.
It wasn't long before they climaxed again, sucking and fingering each other, squirting.
They lay there in a daze and when the orgasm faded, they sat up to kiss again, open-mouthed, sharing their cream and making a mess. Each kiss made Sören crave more, and when he started whimpering, nails digging in Anthony's sides, Anthony laughed softly and booped Sören's nose. "You, my dear, are insatiable."
"Takk," Sören said with a grin.
Anthony laughed harder then he gave Sören a tender little peck. "I need some time to recharge, but..." He gently pushed Sören down into the grass. "Let me love you, baby."
Anthony's hands slid down Sören's body in lazy circles, as he kissed and licked down Sören's neck. He played with one pierced nipple as he lapped and suckled the other, back and forth between them. He yanked on the rings with his teeth, making Sören cry out, before he nibbled on them, then teased the aching buds with his tongue, rubbing fast and furious. He licked a slow, deliberate trail over Sören's stomach, then his thighs, as his fingers followed, brushing, walking. He rubbed his nose in Sören's curly dark bush and then, his eyes locked with Sören's, he began to lick at Sören's clit. Sören cried out again, and arched to him, clutching at Anthony's head.
Anthony's tongue lashed, so hard and fast, driving Sören to the brink of climax. Then he licked more slowly, before he took Sören's clit in his mouth, sucking slowly, rolling it around in his mouth... building the tension up again. After some more slow licking and slow sucking, Anthony sucked on it harder, mashing his face in and shaking his head, making Sören howl with pleasure, panting, begging for release. Anthony came up to kiss him and Sören moaned as he tasted himself. "I think I'm ready now," Anthony rasped.
Anthony climbed on top of him and fucked him slow, Sören's arms and legs wrapped around him. As badly as Sören needed to come, there was nothing better than this, clit teasing clit, Anthony's body against his and the starry sky above them. The fireflies came out, glow-dancing around them, a perfect, beautiful moment. "Ég elska þig." Sören's eyes welled with tears of joy. "Ég elska þig. Ég elska þig..."
Anthony kissed him deeply, then kissed Sören's neck. Sören's nails raked Anthony's back, urging him on harder, faster. Anthony groaned as he continued kissing and licking Sören's neck. "Love you, baby," Anthony breathed, his voice shaking.
"I love you, Daddy."
Their mouths met again and Anthony rubbed against him harder. Sören clung to him, kissing with all the fire of his being, hips rolling, matching Anthony's rhythm. Clit stroked clit to frantic excitement, Sören drowning in luscious sensation. Each motion of their bodies felt like art, felt like singing the world into being, as the stars twinkled and the fireflies flashed and flitted. Every moment of Sören's life had led up to this, all of the sorrow and the struggle and the tragedy, now there was ecstasy. He had never felt so fully alive, so fully connected to another human being, as if they were two halves of one whole. With their foreheads close, they breathed each other's breath, grinding, shivering as the pleasure built to the point of no return.
Sören's nails raked Anthony's back again as he climaxed, squeaking into another hungry kiss. Anthony gave a shuddery sigh as he let go, contracting against him, one pulsing, then the other, like the rhythm of the fireflies' dance. "Oh, elskan." Sören held him tight and rocked him a little, tears streaming down his face, shattered.
"My husband." They weren't married yet on paper, but the words were still true - they were married in their hearts. Anthony smiled, his own tears spilling over. "I love you so much." He stroked Sören's face.
"Fuck, this was so beautiful." Sören kissed him again, then they rubbed noses, smiling at each other. "The most beautiful night of my life."
Then Anthony grimaced.
"What's wrong?"
"A mosquito just bit me on the arse." Anthony's brow furrowed.
Sören's laughter rang out. "Awwwwww."
Anthony laughed too, and gave a reluctant groan as he got up and foraged in the grass for his clothes. Then he yelped. "I got bit again."
"I'm so sorry." Sören swatted a mosquito away from himself.
Anthony carried his clothes to the tent, and after Sören picked up his clothes, he followed.
"Mosquitoes aside... this is still the most beautiful night of my life." Then Sören let out a particularly rancid fart and facepalmed as he had to step outside of the tent. Now the mosquitoes got him, with Anthony safely inside.
When he came back in, Anthony was doubled over laughing, beetroot and tearing up. "Don't worry, we'll make other beautiful nights." Anthony reached for Sören's hand and pulled him over. "We'll grow old together."
Sören farted again and Anthony rolled with a loud groan. "If we survive," Anthony quipped. Sören laughed too, so hard he snorted, which made Anthony laugh even harder.
"We are such dorks," Sören said.
"That's why I love you."
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