Sören couldn't stop thinking about those two kisses all week long. Aching. Craving. Fantasizing. He'd masturbated at least two dozen times between Monday night and Sunday afternoon, his mind playing out different kinky scenarios, sometimes sensual, sometimes rough... all delicious, bringing Sören to intense wet orgasms.
Sören was a little embarrassed of how much he'd been fantasizing about Mark, not the least of which was the small voice in the back of his mind cautioned him against getting too hung up too fast. Sören knew there was a difference between sex and feelings - he had direct experience with having romantic feelings for people he wasn't sexually attracted to, and having sex with people he wasn't emotionally connected to - but he really liked Mark. And he was afraid of being set up for disappointment yet again.
At last Sunday night came. Sören made sure Snúður had enough food and water - Mark had offered to let Sören bring over his cat, but Sören wasn't sure how Snúður would get along with three cats and a dog. Sören felt guilty about leaving Snúður alone all night, even though his physical needs were taken care of - Snúður was very clingy, regularly climbing on Sören for hugs and pettings, and usually curled up next to Sören while he slept. And it had been a couple of years since Sören had shared a bed with anyone, and he usually didn't sleep well in bed with someone else. Sören almost considered asking if this could be a non-sleepover date. But his horniness got the better of him, and he packed an overnight bag and after giving Snúður lots of skritches and kisses, he showed up at Mark's doorstep promptly at seven.
This time instead of standing there in the foyer awkwardly gawping at each other saying "hi" repeatedly, Mark took Sören in his arms and gave him a sweet, sensual kiss. "Hi, Daddy," Mark whispered in Sören's ear, before nuzzling his sensitive neck. Sören's nipples hardened and his cunt twinged.
Sören was tempted to get down to business, but they didn't. Mark once again had a blanket fort set up in his room, with fairy lights and LED lanterns glowing. They watched another episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation while they ordered a vegetable pizza, and then they watched Joy of Painting while they ate.
"How did you get into painting, anyway?" Mark asked Sören.
"Well, I was always drawing and coloring as a kid, even though my guardians said it was a waste of time. After my first suicide attempt, I started painting. The ink on my arms and my back is based on my first painting."
Mark nodded. Then he paused mid-chew, eyes widening. When he finished his bite of pizza, he said, "First suicide attempt?"
"Jæja." Sören exhaled sharply. "First one was when I was nineteen and my executive dysfunction got in the way of school. Second time happened after my divorce, just before I came out as trans and began living as male." Sören pursed his lips, realizing how that sounded - he knew Mark was aware he had trauma issues, but spelling out that his mental health problems had hospitalized him twice, had the potential to send Mark away screaming.
Instead, Mark took his hand. "Russ tried to kill himself, a long time ago. I stopped him."
Sören was relieved Mark understood - though it made him feel bad for Russ. He didn't know what to say.
"And... you have ink on your back?" Mark asked.
Sören nodded slowly. "It covers up scars from the beatings I went through." He wasn't really ready to take his shirt off, though, this first time - Ehlers-Danlos had given him hypertrophic scars after his top surgery, and he was self-conscious about it. It was going to take time for Sören to feel comfortable with being completely naked during sex, if he got there at all.
Sören quickly changed the subject. "Anyway... when I left Iceland and came to the States, I started watching Joy of Painting on PBS and it helped fuel the fire of my hobby. Art is kind of my escape, I can step into happy little worlds for awhile. Rolling Stone is what pays the bills, but art is my real passion."
"I feel that way about music," Mark said. "I run a vinyl record shop and I can talk your ear off for days about music I'm into, but I like making music even more."
"I like to listen to music when I paint," Sören said. "I'd like to see you play again. Maybe one of these nights I can bring my setup over, or you can bring your guitar - it might be easier for you to bring your guitar to my place?"
"I'd like that a lot," Mark said.
"Good."
"You know what I'd like even more?"
"Hm?"
"A kiss." Mark grinned.
Sören put down his pizza. He felt shy, but he went for it, leaning in. Their lips met, and their tongues played together. They kissed and kissed, pizza be damned, they were hungry for each other. Sören went hard and wet, aching for touch, aching for release... but just kissing Mark was delicious, enjoying the feel of his sultry lips and talented tongue, sensually rubbing.
Before they could get too far, Mark's dog Diefenbaker - a fluffy Samoyed - began scratching at the door, whining. Mark heaved an exaggerated sigh and let Diefenbaker in. Sören squeaked with happiness - though he was a cat person, he also loved dogs. Diefenbaker excitedly climbed on the bed and loved up on him, licking his face, tail wagging madly. "Hi, Diefenbaker. Yes, you're a good boy. Very good."
Then Diefenbaker whined again at Mark. "No pizza," Mark said. "You already got treats today and the vet says we have to watch your weight."
Diefenbaker whined again and Mark looked out the window at the rain. "Ah shit, he needs to go out, I think."
They quickly finished their pizza and then Sören followed Mark outside to take Diefenbaker for a walk - it was OK to go for short walks around the neighborhood, it was longer walks where Sören started to hurt and he had to be more careful. It was raining, so Mark took an umbrella, even though rain didn't bother Sören that much, having grown up in a rainy part of Iceland.
But also, it felt cozy and romantic to be under the umbrella with Mark, arm in arm, as they walked down the sidewalk for Diefenbaker to do his business. The streetlights reflected in the puddles and made the mist glow. Mark groaned and chuckled as Diefenbaker splashed around in puddles, and at last Diefenbaker did his business and Mark scooped it up and threw the baggie in one of the trash cans lined up along the sidewalk. Diefenbaker's cheerfulness to be out, even in the rain, gladdened Sören's heart. Sometimes life sucked, and sometimes there were moments like this where it felt good to be alive, a moment of joy in a dog's simple pleasures.
When they reached the duplex, Mark paused and gave Sören a kiss under the umbrella. Sören's heart beat faster and once again his body thrilled to the contact, the promise of Mark's teasing tongue... both of them so caught up in the giddy rush of a new relationship that they didn't care that they were out in public.
Once they got inside and took their shoes and outerwear off, they kissed again in the foyer. Mark pushed Sören up against the wall and kissed him passionately, and Sören groaned as he felt Mark's hard-on through his jeans, rubbing back at him instinctively. Mark began to kiss down Sören's neck and Sören's breath hitched. He was getting soaked, and it wasn't just from the rain.
Right then, Diefenbaker decided to shake himself, splashing drops of water all over them. The annoyed look Mark gave his dog made Sören crack up laughing, even moreso for Mark's hair being plastered in the spray.
"Well," Mark said, "I think we should get out of these wet clothes."
Sören went to the bathroom to change into a T-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. When he came back to Mark's bedroom, Mark was stretched out on his bed naked and hard, lazily stroking himself.
Mark was even more gorgeous than Sören had imagined - sculpted biceps and pecs, a washboard stomach with nice definition. He was almost hairless except for a luxurious thick dark bush. His cock was a generous length and girth, and uncut. Sören let out an appreciative moan as he closed the door behind him.
"We need to keep it down because of Russ," Mark said, and Sören nodded. Then Mark let go of his cock and gestured. "Come here."
Sören did as he was told, climbing on the bed... climbing into Mark's waiting arms. Mark pulled him into a deep, fierce kiss, and guided Sören's hand down to his hard cock. Sören groaned into the kiss, stroking him, his own cunt throbbing as he felt Mark's cock pulse in his hand.
Mark started kissing Sören's neck again. He moaned as Sören rubbed his thumb up and down the slit, and then again as Sören's thumb rubbed up and down the frenulum. "That feels nice, Daddy."
Sören felt cream pooling between his legs. "Good."
Mark's mouth claimed Sören's, and after another hungry kiss, they kissed open-mouthed, tongues licking, teasing. "Can I be in charge, Daddy?" Mark asked.
Sören nodded enthusiastically. "Whatever my special boy wants."
Mark's eyes lit up and Sören's cunt twinged again. After another kiss, Mark said, "Suck me, Daddy."
Sören dove down and took Mark's cock in his mouth like he was starving for it. Mark's cock leapt and pulsated, and Sören moaned with his mouth full. He crammed as much of it in his mouth as he could - Mark's cock was big enough that he could only get it partway without gagging. His right hand caressed the bottom of Mark's shaft, as he slurped away, rubbing his tongue as he sucked. Mark arched to him, breathing harder, his hands in Sören's hair.
"That's it, Daddy, suck me just like that."
"Mmmmmmm," Sören hummed around the cock in his mouth.
Sören bobbed his head up and down, using his mouth like a suction, greedy for it. His cunt felt like it was on fire - his thighs were soaking wet, as cream kept dripping - and he resisted the urge to touch himself without permission. He kept his right hand on Mark's cock, and his left hand gently cupped and rubbed Mark's balls. Mark moaned softly - trying to keep it down - and every now and again he let out a shuddery gasp, which let Sören know he was doing a good job. And Sören wanted to please him so very much.
"Oh fuck, Daddy, you're such a cock-hungry slut, I love it."
Sören almost came right then. He sucked harder, and Mark let out a little cry then clapped his hand over his mouth, and gave a muffled moan through his hand. Sören smiled and kept sucking, working his tongue.
When Sören's jaw got tired - it had been years since he'd sucked a real cock, and Mark wasn't small - Sören let the cock slip from his mouth, tapped the head against his tongue to make streamers with Mark's precum, and then his hand stroked Mark's cock as he licked at the head. That drove Mark wild, panting, rocking his hips. When Sören felt Mark's balls tightening, his lips latched onto the head of Mark's cock and he focused on the head, continuing to rub Mark's balls with his left hand, and stroked Mark's cock with his right hand, sucking and kissing the head.
"I'm getting close, Daddy..."
Sören couldn't resist the opportunity to really roleplay. He took Mark's cock out of his mouth. "Hi Getting Close Daddy, I'm Dad."
Mark groaned and chuckled, then he pulled Sören's hair hard enough for Sören to yelp, shoved his cock back in Sören's mouth, and held onto a fistful of Sören's hair as he rocked his hips fast and furious, fucking Sören's mouth, his balls slapping Sören's chin. Sören loved it, moaning "mmmm, mmmm" around Mark's cock, suctioning as hard as he could.
Then Mark froze, eyes wide... and his eyes rolled back as his body trembled. Sören heard himself squeak as his mouth was flooded with hot, salty-sweet cum. Mark gasped for breath, and the radiant, euphoric smile as he continued to shiver went right to Sören's heart. Sören swallowed down some of it, and kept the rest in his mouth as he came up to kiss Mark. Mark moaned as he tasted himself on Sören's mouth, and they moaned together as they made a sloppy mess with Mark's cum, rubbing their tongues together.
"You're good," Mark said with a grin.
Sören grinned back.
"That dad joke, though." Mark swatted Sören's ass. Sören wiggled his ass in response and Mark laughed. "You're a brat, Daddy."
"Thank you."
Mark kissed the tip of Sören's nose. "Do you want me to make you come?"
Sören nodded and let out a little whine like an eager puppydog. Mark chuckled again and gave Sören a kiss. As they kissed, Mark's hand slipped down the waistband of Sören's pajama pants. Mark's breath hitched as his fingers found Sören's engorged nub.
"You are so fucking wet," Mark breathed. "And hard."
Sören grunted as Mark's fingers began to rub that swollen, aching nub in circles. As Mark's fingers played, they kissed and licked their tongues together. Sören was already pretty worked up, and Mark seemed to intuitively know what rhythm and pattern worked, like he was playing an instrument - it didn't take long for Sören to roll his hips, fucking himself on Mark's fingers, panting... trying very hard not to cry out.
"Like that, Daddy?" Mark began kissing Sören's neck.
"Yes."
Mark chuckled and rubbed Sören's cock harder, faster. Even with the pajama bottoms serving as a barrier, Sören could still hear the wet, sloshy sound and that made it even hotter. Mark continued kissing Sören's neck, licking, nibbling - Sören was going to have love bites tomorrow and he didn't care. Mark's mouth on his neck and fingers on his cock brought him closer and closer, until the only thing that existed was pleasure and hot, frenzied need.
Mark bit Sören's neck harder, with a growl. "I want to see it."
Their eyes met, and Sören felt a small flare of self-consciousness, wondering if Mark was fine with a trans man with "original plumbing" in theory but would be turned off in reality. But he gave in to his boy's request, and took his pajama bottoms down. Mark glanced down at Sören's dripping, creamy cunt, the thumb-sized cock jutting out at him. Mark licked his lips and then he kissed Sören hard as he took Sören's cock between his index and middle finger and tugged it back and forth.
Sören whimpered into the kiss, bucking wildly as Mark's fingers worked their magic, squeezing and pulling his cock. When the kiss broke, Sören heard himself panting, his heart hammering in his ears. He was right there, but his body kept holding out, wanting more, needing to get lost in that delicious sensation, needing to be touched after so long...
"Your cock is so hot, Daddy," Mark purred. "Mom didn't appreciate it, but boys know what boys like, and I'll make you come..."
Sören went off like a rocket, biting his own hand to muffle his scream as the contractions throbbed and he felt himself gushing. It was one of the most intense orgasms of Sören's life. Mark groaned and kissed Sören deeply as his index finger tenderly stroked the pulsing mound, then he brought his slick fingers to his lips and Sören watched as Mark licked his fingers clean. Their tongues rubbed together again and Sören tasted himself, and wondered what it would be like if he let Mark go down on him, sometime. He usually couldn't come from oral - he usually didn't enjoy receiving oral at all - but maybe...
Sören leaned on Mark's shoulder, coming down from an intense orgasm. The tension that had built up and up and up during Mark's stroking had exploded into melting, soft peace. Sören sighed with contentment as his toes curled.
A few moments later Sören realized Mark was hard again... and stroking himself. Sören looked down at Mark's hard cock, dripping with precum, and then into those silver eyes.
"That got me horny again," Mark explained. His fist tightened on his cock, working it harder.
Just before Sören could lean down and get back to work with sucking him off, Mark came all over Sören's face. If Sören hadn't been so spent from such a powerful orgasm he would want to go again, electrified by watching Mark's cock shoot jets of cream... feeling the cum shoot onto his face. Being marked, claimed.
They kissed again, and rubbed noses, and snuggled closer. Sören's arms tightened around Mark, and Mark rubbed Sören's back.
"That was really, really, really nice," Sören said, smiling, feeling like he was stoned even though they hadn't gotten high.
"It was." Mark kissed Sören's brow. "I'll admit I've been trying not to get my hopes too high - I'm kind of a hot mess - but... I'm sure we're going to have a lot of fun together."
Sören smirked. "Hi Sure We're Going To Have A Lot Of Fun Together, I'm Dad."
Mark facepalmed. "Dammit."
Sören's smirk became a grin and he gigglesnorted.
Mark took his hand away from his face and tweaked Sören's nose. "You know, if you make one more dad joke, I'm going to tie you up and tease you mercilessly."
"...Hi Going To Tie You Up And Tease You Mercilessly, I'm Dad."
Mark bit Sören's neck and then he swatted Sören's ass. "OK, brat. Next time, you're in for it."
Sören gave Mark a little kiss. "Can't wait."
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