It was Sören's first weekend off in over a month, and he wanted it to be special. He wanted to enjoy himself thoroughly.
He had plans.
While Nicholas was out grocery shopping to spoil him with his favorite foods later, Sören put those plans in motion, getting all prettied up. When he was finished, Sören did a once-over in the full-length mirror. His black curls hung loose to his shoulders, artfully tousled, and he had given his beard a little trim that morning, conditioned with lavender oil. His full lips had a shimmer of clear lip gloss, and his long-lashed brown eyes were accentuated by just a touch of mascara and eyeliner. He teased his pierced nipples erect, and the outline of his Prince Albert piercing was visible through the black lace panties. He was bare-chested, showing off the flames on his right arm and ocean waves on his left that led out to fire and water phoenixes on his back, and the angles of his masculine body made an interesting contrast with the panties and black garter belt and thigh-high fishnets. He felt wanton and slutty, dressed like this... and he loved it.
He hoped his mate would feel the same way.
He heard Nicholas's motorcycle pull in, and his heart beat just a little faster. Sören sat on the edge of the bed and waited as he heard the clip of Nicholas's boots, the sound of Nicholas moving around in the kitchen. At last Nicholas called out "Sören?"
"In here, Daddy."
Nicholas followed the sound of Sören's voice to the bedroom. When he stepped in, he saw Sören reclined on the bed, propped up on one elbow. Sören was already hard and began stroking himself through the panties, looking at Nicholas expectantly.
Nicholas's jaw dropped.
The usually dignified older Englishman looked completely stunned, and the expression was comical, but also Sören found it adorable. Nicholas quickly composed himself, clearing his throat, and reflexively licked his lips. Sören smiled, watching the bulge swell in Nicholas's jeans.
"Make yourself at home," Sören said - this was their home. He grinned.
Nicholas quickly undressed and folded his clothes up neatly on a chair, which always amused Sören - even in the heat of passion, Nicholas was fastidious.
As Nicholas approached the bed, Sören admired the lean-muscled body with its silver chest hair, and furry arms and legs, the salt-and-pepper bush, the neat silver beard, the severe handsomeness of him with his patrician nose and high cheekbones, the intense dark eyes. Nicholas's hard cock bobbed with each step, and when he climbed onto the bed, Sören positioned himself to rub against him so Nicholas could feel the silkiness of the panties.
Nicholas groaned into him. "You are truly evil," he said with pleasure in his deep, velvet voice.
Sören kissed him and began running his hands over Nicholas's body, enjoying the chest hair and the hair on his arms and thighs. Nicholas kissed him back and husked, "Let me look at you."
Nicholas pulled back and looked Sören up and down, and his breath caught. The sound of that made Sören's cock pulsate, and Sören let out a soft moan, wanting him.
Nicholas groaned and leaned in, and began kissing and caressing his way down Sören's body, as Sören sighed and pet him approvingly, enjoying the teasing trail of Nicholas's mouth and hands over his soft, sensitive skin. Nicholas reached to pull Sören's panties down and then Sören swatted his hand.
"You can take these off with your teeth, or not at all," Sören said to him. Sören helped by unfastening the garter.
Nicholas took the band of the panties in his teeth with a growl, and tugged them down slowly. The stockings stayed on. Nicholas's teeth tugged to yank the panties down an inch at a time, and once they were down Sören's thighs and to his knees, Nicholas was able to pull them off with one long tug. Sören got even more worked up watching his white wolf use his teeth like that...
...and then, without warning, Nicholas started licking Sören's cock.
Nicholas licked slowly, teasingly, with lust in his eyes. The slow strokes of Nicholas's tongue on his cock made Sören arch to him, panting. The pleasure got even more intense as Nicholas played with Sören's piercing, licking around it, pulling it gently with his teeth, hooking his finger through the ring as he licked up and down the shaft. He took his time, savoring Sören, savoring Sören's reactions to him, and Sören loved it.
To tease Sören even more, he took a break from licking Sören's cock, kissing and licking Sören's inner thighs, making Sören clutch at him, sobbing. Nicholas spoke between kisses: "All that matters is us, and me taking care of you. We have all the time in the world for this. This is your time to rest, and let me love you the way you need and deserve to be loved. I want to taste you. I want to drink you. I want to please you and satisfy you and love you."
"Oh, elskan..."
Then Nicholas took Sören's cock into his mouth and worked on him some more, sucking slowly, giving a little "mmmmmm" of contentment which made Sören mad with lust. Nicholas kept it slow and languid until Sören's nails dug in his shoulders and Sören begged "Please, Daddy, please..."
Nicholas pulled Sören's cock out of his mouth, gave a few more teasing licks, lapping up the precum, and then he paused to open the bedtable drawer, taking out their anal beads. He sucked harder, faster, as he pushed the beads into Sören one at a time, larger and larger, then pulled them out. Back and forth, back and forth, getting Sören closer, closer.
Soon Sören was at that point of no return. He let out a whimper, grabbed Nicholas's head and warned, "Daddy, I'm gonna -"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm."
There it was. "Daddy! Pabbi!"
Sören came hard, and it he felt like he was dying. Sören shook from head to toe, chest heaving, gasping for breath; the spiraling pleasure was almost painful. Sören worried for a brief instant he would choke Nicholas with how much he came, but Sören did give him fair warning and Niccholas stayed there like a pro, swallowed, cleaned Sören off with his tongue, giving Sören aftershocks, and came up to kiss him so Sören could taste himself. Nicholas's dark eyes twinkled with mischief.
"That was fucking awesome," Sören said when he could make words again.
"I wanted to please you. I wanted to make love to you. I wanted to express my love for you."
That touched Sören deeply. He knew Nicholas meant it. Sören had felt absolutely loved - worshiped - when Nicholas was licking and sucking and kissing his manhood, edging him until he was an absolute wreck. There had been no pressure to hurry up, only Nicholas loving the taste of Sören's precum, loving Sören's cock, loving the sight of Sören losing his mind until he surrendered to him. Loving Sören, wanting to take care of him.
Sören wanted to take care of him, now - he knew Nicholas was pretty worked up. Sören dove right into him, taking Nicholas all the way into his mouth, which made Nicholas gasp.
Nicholas gave a deep grunt, and then he rasped, "It's not going to take much. As you know, I am very, very aroused."
Sören couldn't help laughing around the cock in his mouth at the as you know. He crinkled his nose at Nicholas, their eyes meeting.
Nicholas caught that laughter. "Brat," he said, but he smiled - then gasped again as Sören bobbed up and down, slurping hungrily, rubbing his tongue as he sucked.
It took a few minutes to get Nicholas off, but not nearly as long as it had taken Sören to come with all of the delicious teasing; Nicholas had waited long enough. Nicholas came with a hoarse shout, shivering, and Sören reveled in it. Sören tasted the salty-sweet cum and swallowed, enjoying it, and then he kissed Nicholas and smiled at the happy little sigh Nicholas gave as he came down.
They lay side by side; Nicholas held Sören close, petting his hair. When they could make words again, Nicholas skritched Sören's beard like he was a cat. "You are quite talented."
"I am a boss-ass bitch," Sören said.
Nicholas facepalmed and snorted, but when he pulled his hand away he was smiling. "I will never cease to be amazed at the various ways you murder the English language."
"Like a barbarian."
"You may be a barbarian, but at least you're not a philistine."
"And I know what a philistine is, and everything!"
"Which is quite impressive for a barbarian."
Sören wagged his finger. "You're pushing it, pal."
Nicholas gave him a playful little kiss, and then he said, "I'm going to push it real good."
Sören had to. "Hi Going To Push It Real Good - hey wait, did you just... say 'real good' instead of 'real well'?"
"Indeed." Nicholas rolled Sören onto his back and silenced him with a kiss, taking their cocks into his fist, stroking them back to life.