Everyone in this story is well above the age of consent.
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"Oh my, what's all this?"
Sören bit his lower lip. "I wanted to show you how happy I am that you're feeling better." He took a step closer to Nicholas and then the flood of emotion hit him, thinking of the long month where Nicholas had COVID - the first week they'd wondered if he would need to be hospitalized, being over fifty with the intensity of his cough and fever. Two weeks ago, Nicholas had finally returned to work at the gallery he owned, but he still tired out more readily than before, and was going to bed earlier and waking up later. The worst was over, but Sören had been so worried he would lose Nicholas, and he'd been trying to be brave, but now, after holding it in for close to two months, he threw his arms around Nicholas and gave him a fierce, tight squeeze, crying a little and trying not to fall apart. "It's such a relief..."
"Oh, little one." Nicholas squeezed him back and pulled him close, stroking his curls and rocking him. He pressed a kiss to the top of Sören's head. "You took good care of me when I was ill."
"I love you, Daddy. I can't lose you..." And sure enough, he started sobbing. "Dammit, there goes the romantic ambiance..."
"As if the romantic ambiance wouldn't be marred when you inevitably blow bubbles into your drink, spill food on your shirt, or something else barbaric," Nicholas teased with a fond smile.
Sören laughed through his tears. "Would I do that?"
"Yes." Nicholas kissed the tip of Sören's nose. "Because you're a brat." He gave Sören's ass a firm smack.
Sören laughed harder, even as his cunt twinged at the ass slap. That spank was a promising sign. They'd last had sex just before Nicholas had come down with COVID, and Sören had been giving Nicholas a chance to rest before initiating it again, taking care of his libido by hand or with visits from Anthony and Mark. He'd been hoping to get laid tonight, though - and it seemed Nicholas was hoping as well. Sören took Nicholas by the hand and led him into the kitchen, where he'd set up the table with candles and a home-cooked dinner: sausage lasagna, bowls of minestrone soup and garden salad, and slices of garlic bread.
"You put in quite a lot of effort," Nicholas said. "And I appreciate it."
"Hopefully it tastes as good as it looks," Sören said. He decided to test his luck as he sat down. "Like you." He gave Nicholas a pointed look.
Nicholas turned pink, and gave a small smile that would be a huge grin on anybody else. "I do hope you're on the menu for dessert," he said softly as he poured them each a glass of wine. Then he paused. "Mon Dieu, you even paired the wine correctly."
Sören had picked out a Sangiovese. "I had to ask Anthony's mum."
"And you even did research." Nicholas's eyes were soft as he raised his glass. "Such a good boy."
Sören happy-wiggled in his seat and clinked glasses with Nicholas, giddy and flustered.
The meal was in fact as good as it looked; Nicholas enjoyed it enough to have seconds. Sören had made enough lasagna to have leftovers tomorrow, and Nicholas insisted on putting it away, though Sören shooed him from doing dishes. "I'm taking care of you tonight," Sören admonished him.
Nicholas smirked, a twinkle in his eye. "Hello, Taking Care Of You Tonight -"
"That's my line, you."
As Sören worked on rinsing the dishes and loading the dishwasher, his mind raced with delicious mental images of his plans for the rest of the evening: giving Nicholas a massage, orally servicing him or letting Nicholas fuck him if he wasn't too tired. Sören was pent-up from not having sex with Nicholas in weeks, and he couldn't wait to run his fingers through that silver chest hair, feel Nicholas's body on his...
...and there Nicholas was, naked, just before Sören could start the dishwasher. "Would you care to join me in the shower?" Nicholas asked.
Sören's breath hitched. He nodded, feeling himself go hard and slick at the sight of his naked lover.
Nicholas undressed him on the way from the kitchen to the bathroom - that the usually-fastidious Nicholas was just letting Sören's clothes fall to the floor and stay there for now, not gathering them to put in the laundry hamper, spoke of how hungry Nicholas was for this as well, and it drove Sören out of his mind with lust. But Nicholas's habits kicked in once they were in the bathroom, handing Sören his toothbrush. Sören couldn't help laughing as they brushed their teeth together, tickled by how Nicholas was too caught up in the heat of the moment to worry about Sören's clothes, but now here they were doing something decidedly unsexy. And then Nicholas kissed him with minty fresh breath and as the kiss deepened and heated Sören couldn't think at all.
Sören followed him into the steamy shower. They kept kissing as they sensually lathered each other. Sören couldn't stop touching Nicholas's body, needing to feel every inch of him after their ordeal. He gave special attention to Nicholas's nipples, teasing them with his thumbs... lovingly tracing the top surgery scars. When Nicholas began kissing and licking his neck, making him weak, Sören reached between Nicholas's legs and played with his hard, swollen clit, and it wasn't long before Nicholas was playing with Sören's clit too.
"Ooh, Daddy, you're so big." Sören got down on his knees. Nicholas's clit jutted out at him like a hard cock and Sören took it into his mouth, sucking him slowly. Nicholas leaned against the shower wall and swore in French, clutching at Sören's head. After a moment Nicholas started rolling his hips, gently fucking Sören's mouth, and Sören whimpered with his mouth full, sucking harder, aching to touch himself, electrified by the ecstasy on Nicholas's face and the sound of his ragged breath. But before Nicholas could come in Sören's mouth he pulled back, helped Sören up and gave him another deep, hungry kiss - tasting himself - and they held each other under the spray, kissing passionately until Nicholas turned off the water.
They continued to kiss and touch and tease as they towelled off. Then, instead of heading to the bedroom, Sören led Nicholas out to the living room, where he started a fire in the fireplace and arranged couch pillows on the rug before the fire. He strutted naked into the kitchen to warm a bowl of olive oil in the microwave, and when he came out Nicholas was laying back on the rug before the fire, propped up on pillows, lazily touching himself. Sören moaned at the cream pooling out of Nicholas's cunt - they'd barely gotten started yet, and Nicholas was already this wet. But Sören was also pretty wet, his thighs slick from his own arousal as he climbed over Nicholas and gave him a deep kiss, then a more playful one, open-mouthed, their tongues licking together slowly, sensually.
"Roll over," Sören instructed, "and I'll take good care of my Daddy."
Nicholas rolled onto his stomach. "You're such a sweet, darling, good boy."
Sören felt that giddy flutter again - but making Nicholas feel good was just as pleasurable to him as the praise, if not more so. And that was exactly what Sören set out to do, pouring a trickle of oil down Nicholas's spine and over each of his ass cheeks, then kneading, rolling at the tension in Nicholas's shoulders and arms and back and ass and thighs and calves, appreciating the muscle definition, his sculpted, strong back and firm, tight ass. Nicholas kept in good shape for his age - close to two decades of shaping his body after going on T and having top surgery in the 00s.
Sören not only enjoyed looking at Nicholas's body and touching it, but he felt a little in awe of one of his trans elders, so brave to come out and live his truth back then. Sören didn't just admire him physically but he looked up to him, found him an inspiration and a source of courage. His elder. His mentor. His father figure. Sören tried to express that respect, that worship, through each stroke of his palms and fingertips, working Nicholas's body like he worked his clay, reverently touching the art of his lover's body, mind and soul.
"I love you, Daddy," Sören whispered as he pressed harder into Nicholas's flesh, rubbing deeper, making Nicholas groan. "I love you so, so much."
"Oh, little one... I love you."
When Nicholas turned around, laying on his back, propped up on the pillows, Sören poured the warm oil over his torso and thighs. His touch was more of a caress now, hands sliding in slow circles. "You are so gorgeous," Sören purred. "So sexy. I love how masculine you are. Especially all your man fur." Sören's fingers explored the silver pelt of Nicholas's chest and stomach and arms and thighs.
"And you, my love, are exquisite." Nicholas dipped his fingers into the bowl of oil and began to anoint Sören's body, hands spreading the oil. "You have such a beautiful body. You're like Michelangelo's David." His index finger teasingly brushed Sören's hard, aching clit. "Right down to your cute little sprout."
"Mmmmm, Daddy..." Sören shuddered, his body thrilling to Nicholas's touch and his words. Two could play at the teasing game - Sören's thumbs rubbed and rolled Nicholas's hard nipples, making them swell. Sören found himself grinding against Nicholas's thigh, feeling like he was in heat.
"That feels incredible, little one." Nicholas groaned, and his hands reached up to play with Sören's pierced nipples.
"You get me so fucking hot." Sören stopped grinding for a moment and lifted himself up slightly so Nicholas could get a good look at the streamers of pussy juice mixed with oil, a puddle of cream on Nicholas's thigh from where Sören's cunt had been.
Nicholas moaned, and pinched Sören's nipples in response.
Sören almost came from that. Now he was feverish, wanting to rut - and yet still wanting to tease Nicholas and make Nicholas's body sing with pleasure. Sören resumed rubbing himself against Nicholas's thigh, and after a minute he guided Nicholas's hand to the bowl of oil then to his cunt, and after Nicholas's fingers played with him, getting him even more slicked up, Sören moved over to rub against Nicholas's other thigh.
And then rubbed his way down, cunt rubbing in circles against Nicholas's left calf, then his right. Back up to Nicholas's right thigh, then his left. Then Sören scooted up and rubbed his cunt back and forth, side to side, against Nicholas's stomach, and chest. Worshiping Nicholas's hairy, masculine body with his dripping cunt. Sören and Nicholas both moaned together as one of Nicholas's swollen, plump nipples made contact with Sören's hard clit.
Sören reached down to guide his clit and rub it against Nicholas's nipple more deliberately. Both men cried out and Sören heard his breath come out in shuddery gasps as he fucked Nicholas's nipple with his throbbing clit, nub teasing nub, exciting him more and more with each delicious stroke.
"You like that, Daddy?" Sören asked.
"God, yes..." Nicholas shivered.
Sören moved over to the other nipple, clit gliding over it again and again. It felt exquisite and soon Sören was trembling, knowing if he didn't stop he was going to come soon, and as unfair as that seemed to come first when this was Nicholas's night, Sören was too far gone, encouraged by Nicholas's moans, and watching Nicholas's right shoulder move, knowing he was playing with himself as he watched Sören's clit fuck his nipple.
"That's it, boy," Nicholas growled. "Such a treat to watch you work your beautiful, luscious body all glistening with oil... and watch your sexy little button fuck Daddy's -"
And there it was. "FUCK!" Sören screamed, before Nicholas could finish his sentence, throwing his head back as his climax surged, pulsing, the tension melting into relief. "Ooh, Daddy..."
Nicholas grunted as he watched Sören's clit contracting. His shoulder moved faster, and knowing that Nicholas was so aroused by the sight of his orgasm that he was rubbing himself harder intensified Sören's orgasm, the pleasure throbbing deep.
"Sorry I came too soon, Daddy."
Nicholas smirked. "I quite enjoyed that. Besides..." Nicholas's fingers walked up Sören's thigh and stomach and chest, and his thumb rubbed a nipple. "You've been such a good boy, you deserve it."
"Oh, Daddy." Sören giggled. He skritched Nicholas's beard and said, "Well, now it's your turn, jæja?"
Sören took a minute to catch his breath and come down from the high of his climax, and then he got back to work on taking care of his beloved. He slid down and smiled at Nicholas's nipples thoroughly coated with his cream, and lapped and suckled at them, cleaning off his mess. With his own pussy juice on his tongue, he shared another sensual open-mouth kiss with Nicholas, tongues rubbing together - a promise of what Sören's tongue was about to do.
Nicholas's clit was even bigger now, his cunt drenched and dripping, the smell of his arousal intoxicating. Sören rubbed his nose in the silver bush, then he began to lick at Nicholas's clit, a few slow strokes then faster, lashing away. Fast then slow, then fast again. When Nicholas's moans got louder Sören drew the clit between his lips, sucking hard, tugging on it. "Mmmmm," Sören hummed with his mouth full. "Mmmmm, mmmmm..."
"Oh, little one..." Nicholas sighed, then let out a groan.
Sören was getting turned on again, reaching down to play with himself as he greedily sucked at Nicholas's big clit. When he knew Nicholas was getting closer, his thighs taut and quivering, Sören couldn't resist teasing some more, licking ever so slowly. "I love your bottom growth, Daddy. You've got such a hot cock." Sören sucked on it for a moment, then went back to slow licking.
"Mmmmm, I think you've got it hard enough I don't need to use the pump if you'd like it inside you."
Sören immediately stopped touching himself before he could come again - just the thought of having Nicholas's clit fucking inside him drove him wild. Sören whimpered and nodded enthusiastically. Nicholas laughed with delight, then he booped Sören's nose and patted his thighs. "Ride me, little one."
Sören straddled him and sank down. Nicholas slipped into him like a finger and both men cried out at the wonderfully intimate touch.
Sören began to work his hips, Nicholas's clit caressing his inner walls in and out. Every few thrusts Sören tilted his hips so their clits would touch, clit teasing clit a few strokes before Nicholas's clit was inside him again, rubbing, fucking.
As Sören's cunt kissed Nicholas's clit, they ran their hands over each other, enjoying each other's male bodies, lost in beauty and lust and pleasure. Time seemed to stop as Nicholas moved inside him, then their clits were rubbing together again, clit making love to clit before Nicholas entered him once more, savoring every instant of the way their bodies fit together, feeling so connected to each other.
But soon enough, passion overcame them and Nicholas grabbed Sören's hips, thrusting hard, making Sören bounce madly on his clit-cock. Sören begged "more, Daddy, more," pinching Nicholas's nipples as he desperately tried to hold back his climax, needing to come but never wanting this to end, so good...
And then with a hoarse shout, Nicholas climaxed, and the feel of his clit twitching and pulsing set off Sören's own orgasm, his inner walls clenching and squeezing the clit inside him with each luscious surging wave of release. "Daddy," Sören called out. "Daddy. Daddy..."
"I love you." Nicholas pulled Sören down and kissed him, holding him tight.
Sören snuggled into Nicholas's chest, listening to his heartbeat... safe and warm against the soft fur, in those strong arms. "I love you so much, Daddy." Sören reached up to touch Nicholas's face, and his thumb stroked Nicholas's silver beard. "I'm so glad you're still here with me. I need you." Sören swallowed hard, not wanting to cry again, feeling that fierce ache in his chest. "I need my Daddy."
"You've got me." Nicholas took Sören's hand and kissed it, and then as Sören's hand instinctively wrapped around Nicholas's thumb, Nicholas said, "I need you, too."
They smiled, rubbed noses and kissed, and Sören snuggled deeper, their legs braided together as they watched the hearth fire dancing, enjoying its warm glow.