followup to Healing Hands
It was Tu B'Av, a minor Jewish holiday celebrated as a holiday of love - an auspicious time for weddings. And today, Anthony and Sören had gotten married. The wedding took place at their Reform shul, and besides the members of their shul they had a few other guests in attendance, like Sören's best friend Yeyette and her husband Victor. The Jewish wedding had been lively, with the traditional breaking of glass and feasting and dancing.
Tomorrow they would be leaving for a week-long honeymoon in Alaska, but tonight they were back at their house - it was after 11 PM when the party was over, and it was time to go to bed.
But not time to sleep, just yet.
At the door, after Anthony and Sören kissed their fingers and touched the mezuzah and Anthony unlocked the door, Anthony picked Sören up and carried him inside, Sören giggling all the way. The cats circled - Yeyette would be taking them tomorrow morning to catsit while they were away - and Anthony carried Sören into the kitchen, fed the cats, then lifted Sören up again and carried him into the bedroom, to the bed.
Once Anthony placed Sören on the bed, they began to undress. Anthony was already half-hard when he got naked, and Sören's cunt throbbed at the sight of his naked body and the magnificent cock rising towards him. Anthony pounced on him with a hungry growl and Sören moaned into the kiss, throwing his arms around Anthony and pulling him down. Anthony's cock hardened to full erection, teasingly brushing against Sören's clit as the kiss deepened.
Breathless, they rubbed noses, grinning at each other. "I love you, husband," Anthony husked.
"I love you, husband." Sören touched Anthony's cheek; Anthony leaned into his touch, closing his eyes in bliss, then opened his eyes and rewarded Sören with an even more dazzling smile.
Anthony kissed Sören's forehead. "Beshert."
Sören's heart soared and his arms tightened around Anthony. He gave the tip of Anthony's nose a tender little kiss. "Beshert. Sálufélagi."
Anthony kissed him passionately. Sören melted into the kiss, going hard and slick, and let his hands wander over Anthony's arms and chest and thighs, enjoying the feel of his skin, his body hair, the strong muscles. Anthony began kissing and licking Sören's sensitive neck, as his cock rubbed against Sören's aching clit. Anthony kissed his way down to Sören's pierced nipples, and played with one as he lapped and suckled the other, going back and forth between them. When he slid down and licked a slow line down Sören's stomach, Sören almost came untouched. "Daddy..."
"That's right, baby." Anthony kissed and licked at Sören's stomach, then took slow licks at Sören's thighs, nibbling here and there. Sören moaned. "Let me hear you, sweetheart."
Sören bit his lower lip and whimpered. Anthony chuckled, rubbed his nose in Sören's curly dark bush, and then began to lick at Sören's hard clit ever so slowly. "I've been thinking about this all day," Anthony purred, locking eyes with Sören as he drew the clit into his mouth.
Anthony sucked at him slowly, languidly, making Sören shudder and gasp with pleasure. When Anthony's lips clamped down and he sucked harder, Sören made feral noises, desperate to come, but never wanting him to stop, drowning in sensation. Drowning in the love shining in Anthony's eyes, the way Anthony took such good care of him.
"Daddy..." Sören writhed as Anthony bobbed his head, working on Sören's clit like he was sucking a cock, gliding back and forth between his lips. "Daddy... oh fuck, Daddy..."
"Mmmmhmmmm." Anthony took a few slow, teasing licks, laughing at Sören's whimpering torment, then continued sucking Sören's clit, rolling it around in his mouth like a piece of candy. "Love tasting my husband." Anthony's tongue slipped inside him, fucking his inner walls. The wet sound of Anthony's tongue inside him drove him wild. Sören cried out, so close to coming yet so far.
After what seemed like an eternity of tongue-fucking and more slow licking at his clit, where Sören begged "please Daddy, please" until he couldn't make words anymore, just whining with need, Anthony finally resumed sucking Sören's clit, tugging it with his lips. Sören grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, panting, quivering, almost sobbing, closer and closer and closer and then he was right there. Their eyes met again and Anthony, sensing he was ready, gave a growl with Sören's clit in his mouth. Sören screamed as he flew off the edge, each pulse of his release sending waves of relief and bliss through his whole body, toes curling. Anthony made a satisfied little hum and his finger lovingly stroked Sören's twitching clit, watching Sören's contractions with heat in his eyes.
Anthony came up to kiss him, and Sören's cunt throbbed again as he tasted himself on Anthony's mouth. Anthony pulled back with a grin, lips and chin glistening from Sören's juices. Sören felt Anthony's cock pulsate against his thigh and giggled. "We should take care of that, elskan," Sören purred, reaching down to take Anthony's cock in his hand, long and thick.
Anthony groaned into the hollow of Sören's neck and kissed it before he lay back.
Sören spent awhile lavishing love over Anthony's body, kissing and licking his hairy arms and armpits, licking his chest hair and nipples, licking and kissing and nibbling his stomach, licking and kissing his hairy thighs and calves, his hands roaming in slow, lazy circles, fingers walking, tracing, making Anthony shiver and moan, breathing harder. At last Sören licked the treasure trail leading down from Anthony's navel and got to Anthony's cock, taking long, slow, teasing licks at the shaft up and down, then his tongue brushed back and forth over the head, and swirled around and around. Anthony made a deep grunt and Sören smiled before taking a few more licks. A bead of precum formed and Sören lapped at it, making streamers with his tongue. Anthony made a strangled noise through clenched teeth and grabbed a fistful of Sören's curls. Sören's cunt throbbed - he loved it when Anthony dominated him like this - and he began to suck just the head of Anthony's cock, holding Anthony's gaze.
After a few minutes of sucking and kissing Anthony's cockhead, he got the first few inches in his mouth, gently suctioning, moving his head up and down, the cock sliding in and out of his mouth, as his left hand rubbed the bottom of the shaft and his right hand caressed the balls. Anthony arched to him, panting. When Anthony got more vocal, moaning and visibly trembling, it drove Sören crazy and he stopped playing with Anthony's balls and started playing with himself, moaning with his mouth full of cock. Soon Anthony noticed Sören's right arm moving, and he grabbed Sören's hair again. "Are you touching yourself?"
"Mmmhmm." Sören took the cock out of his mouth and took a long lick down the shaft. "Yes, Daddy." He put the head back in his mouth, giving Anthony an innocent look.
Anthony chuckled. Then he skritched Sören's beard. "You wanna ride it?"
Sören immediately let the cock slip from his mouth and nodded enthusiastically. Anthony laughed - Sören loved the way his face lit up, crow's feet crinkling. Sören took one last lick of precum, then came up to kiss Anthony before Anthony propped up the pillows and leaned back. Sören was so wet his thighs were slick, his clit jutting out like a hard cock, eager for more attention. When Sören straddled Anthony's hips and thighs, Anthony took himself in hand, guiding the head of his cock to tease Sören's clit again. Sören bit his lip and whimpered, trying not to come immediately. "Daddy..."
"That's it, baby. Want to feel you." Anthony reached up to touch Sören's face. "Want to be one with you, my love."
Sören leaned into Anthony's touch, took his hand and kissed it, and then sank down on Anthony's cock, inch by inch. Anthony's breath hitched when he was all the way in, and he took both of Sören's hands, looking up at him with such tenderness that it brought tears of joy to Sören's eyes. "I love you so, so, so much," Anthony said, his voice shaking.
"Ég elska þig af öllu hjarta og sál, elskan mín."
Sören moved in and kissed him passionately, and Anthony's arms encircled him, holding him tight. Sören began to ride, finding a slow, sensual rhythm, savoring the sweetness of Anthony's pulsing cock kissing his inner walls over and over again. Anthony sighed with bliss, and kissed and nibbled Sören's neck and shoulder, whispering, "I love you. I love you so much. I love you, baby boy. Daddy loves you so, so much. Ani ohev otcha, lev sheli. You're such a good boy, and I love you. Love you. Love you..."
This was far from their first time - they had a very active sex life - but Sören had never felt more connected to him. He truly understood now why the Torah said this made lovers one flesh. With each delicious, slow stroke inside him, Sören felt like they were making love with their souls, not just their bodies, giving each other pleasure and ecstasy that made him feel fully alive, made him feel in tune with the song of creation itself.
Soon Sören was riding him hard, bouncing on his cock, panting with frenzied, primal urgency - aching to come, but wanting to fuck, be pounded into that place where nothing else mattered, nothing else existed but their hunger, their passion. Sören ran his hands over Anthony's body, and Anthony played with Sören's clit, tugging on it like it was a cock. As Sören got closer he held onto Anthony for dear life, nails digging in Anthony's skin, swearing in broken Icelandic as he lost himself in sensation, desire, need beyond need. Anthony kept one arm around him, holding him as he stroked the clit faster, harder, driving him to the edge. With their foreheads pressed together, they breathed each other's breath, and Sören knew Anthony was right there with him when Anthony's eyes widened, a desperate look on his face, breath ragged. "Sören..."
"Daddy."
Anthony's thumb and finger gripped Sören's clit tighter. "You want Daddy to breed that boypussy?"
"Fuck, yes..."
"Come for Daddy, baby." Anthony kissed him hard.
Sören cried out into the kiss, shattering. A few seconds later Anthony gave a stifled sob and Sören felt the hot seed shooting inside him, Anthony's cock throbbing in time with his own deep, powerful contractions. They kissed and kissed, drinking each other's cries as the euphoria washed over them, and when they came down, Sören lay curled up, snuggled into Anthony's chest, listening to the thunder of his heartbeat as Anthony's arms held him tight, held him safe.
"Oh, sweetheart." Anthony pet Sören's curls.
"I love you, Daddy." Sören rubbed his nose in Anthony's chest hair, enjoying the salt of his sweat, the musk of their sex.
"Love you, baby." Anthony kissed the top of Sören's head. "Pretty good start to our first night of married life."
"Damn straight."
Anthony smirked. "Nothing about either of us is straight."
Despite having two intense orgasms - the second of which made him doze off; Anthony had to rouse him to brush his teeth and wash up - and not being able to sleep in tomorrow since they were leaving for the airport in the morning, Sören still woke up in the middle of the night feeling horny, and looking at Anthony laying beside him, bare-chested with his hair rumpled, did nothing to cool his lust. Because Anthony was in his mid-forties, Sören knew he needed more sleep, so Sören decided to take care of himself rather than waking Anthony up and asking if he wanted to go again. But a few minutes into pawing himself, the motion woke Anthony up anyway. Anthony squinted and made a noise, then when he realized what Sören was doing, he raised an eyebrow and smirked and Sören couldn't help a guilty grin and cackle.
"Wow," Anthony mumbled. "Just wow."
"Sorry." Sören kissed the tip of his nose. "I was trying not to disturb you -"
"Fuck, it even smells like pussy in here." Anthony's nose twitched.
Sören bit his lip. "Oops."
Before Sören could ask if Anthony wanted him to go in the bathroom and finish - or if he might possibly have another round in him - Anthony reached around and gave Sören's ass a firm swat, then a squeeze, and he pulled Sören closer to him, kissing him with a growl. "Want it again, do you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Anthony smacked Sören's ass again, and Sören almost climaxed. "Show Daddy what a nasty, cock-hungry little slut you are."
Sören immediately got into position on all fours, face down, ass up. Anthony sat up and gave an appreciative groan at the sight of Sören's dripping cunt. His fingers reached between Sören's legs, collecting some of the cream; Sören looked over his shoulder to watch Anthony tasting the juices from his fingers. Then Anthony slapped Sören's ass again and climbed out of the covers.
Sören heard the sound of the bedtable, then Anthony opening the bottle of lube and applying some to his cock, even though they didn't really need it - Sören was creaming with anticipation, thighs quivering, in heat for it. Anthony stroked himself to hardness, and got on his knees behind Sören, guiding his cock to Sören's cunt lips... and then just teasing with the head of his cock, brushing back and forth.
"Please, Daddy..." Sören gripped fistfuls of the sheets, whimpering.
"That's it, slut. Beg for it. Tell me how bad you want it."
"So bad." Sören was losing his mind, loving to admit how shameless and wanton he was. Reclaiming his agency, after years of abuse from his guardians. The word "slut" felt like a badge of honor, not afraid of sex anymore, craving it, aching for his gorgeous man. "I need it, Daddy, please, want it so bad, please, Daddy, please, I need Daddy's cock..."
Anthony kept caressing Sören's cunt lips and clit with his cockhead, each slow dragging motion threatening to send Sören over the edge, coming too soon. Sören continued to beg. "Please, Daddy. Please. Please. Please, I want you inside me, please, want to feel my Daddy inside me, please, Daddy, fuck me, take me, make me yours..."
Anthony relented, pushing inside him. Once he was all the way in, he gave Sören's ass another slap. Sören moaned, almost coming.
Anthony gave it to him hard and fast, their hips smacking together, the filthy slurping, squishing sound of their fuck almost as loud as Sören's cries and Anthony's deep grunts and groans, the bed rocking against the wall. "Yes, Daddy," Sören panted, rocking his hips back at Anthony, desperately fucking himself on Anthony's cock, craving it like a drug. "More, Daddy, please, fuck me, take it, Daddy, fuck me..."
"That's it, baby." Anthony spanked Sören's ass again, then reached around to play with Sören's clit, squeezing it between his fingers and working it back and forth. Between the feel of Anthony's cock hitting that sweet spot inside him and finding that perfect rhythm on his clit, Sören drowned in pleasure. "That's Daddy's good little fuckslut."
"Yes, Daddy. Daddy..."
"Listen to that wet, sloppy boypussy getting fucked." Anthony's fingers tightened on Sören's clit. "Such a good slut for Daddy."
Just before Sören could climax, Anthony slowed down, and leaned in, his chest to Sören's back. He began kissing the back of Sören's neck and shoulder, knowing how sensitive he was there, then he turned Sören's head and they kissed open-mouthed, tongues teasing. "Love you, baby boy," Anthony whispered.
"I love you, Daddy."
They kissed some more, and Sören savored the sweet, slow, gentle fuck - as much as he wanted to come, he felt so loved, so cared for in these moments. The sensuality was delicious, and Sören wished it could last all night, even though they had a plane to catch tomorrow.
Finally, Anthony rose up, grabbing Sören by the waist and pulling him up, both of them still on their knees, Anthony's chest still at Sören's back. With one arm around him and the other hand viciously rubbing Sören's clit, Anthony kissed, licked, and nibbled Sören's neck, building the tension and pleasure, bringing him closer and closer and closer until Sören thought he was going to explode. "Please, Daddy, I need to come," Sören begged.
"Come for me," Anthony rasped, and crushed their mouths together in a deep, passionate kiss.
Sören came gloriously, howling into the kiss as the release surged through him. Anthony pulled back to give a shuddery sigh and a moan before he kissed Sören again, shivering against him, and Sören was once again rewarded with the feel of Anthony spending inside him, claiming him.
"My love," Anthony whispered, strong arms tight around him.
"Elskan." Sören lifted up an arm to coil around Anthony's neck.
They tumbled down to the bed together, legs entwined, holding each other face-to-face, smiling happily. The cats got on the bed with them, purring away. Anthony squinted at the clock and chuckled. "I am going to need so much coffee tomorrow." He tousled Sören's curls. "But it was so worth it."
Sören nuzzled Anthony's neck and stroked his cheek. "This has been the best night of my life."
Anthony kissed Sören's hand and placed it on his heart. "We'll have many more nights like this."