I still can't believe this is happening.
Earlier in the day, Sören had decided to settle for a guy who wasn't really his type mentally or physically, just because he was touch-starved and didn't think he could do better. Now, the naked man standing before him was like something straight out of his most delicious fantasies.
"You are so gorgeous," Sören breathed, running his hands over the grey pelt of Nicholas's chest, up and down.
Nicholas tenderly kissed his forehead. "You are as lovely as your paintings."
Sören had been a little concerned that once he got naked, the refined, studious professor might be put off by his pierced nipples and his ink - full sleeve tattoos of flames on his right arm, ocean waves on his left, that led out to a fire and water phoenix doing a mating dance on his back - but there was no mistaking the lust in those dark eyes, or the way Nicholas's long, thick clit was standing at attention. Twenty years of testosterone had been very good to the older man; Sören admired the furry, masculine body and the big bottom growth. Nicholas was also in good shape for his age, a trim build with some muscle definition. Sören wanted to worship his body for hours.
Their mouths crushed together again and they tumbled down onto the four-poster bed, a tangle of limbs, kissing and kissing. They had barely gotten started and Sören's clit was almost painfully hard and his thighs were slick, his cunt dripping again as Nicholas began kissing his neck. Sören was exquisitely sensitive there, not able to help moaning as he melted to Nicholas's lips and tongue up and down his neck and over his shoulder, while Nicholas's hands explored him. Sören touched him back, enjoying the feel of his body hair and the strong muscles.
"So, mon cher..." Nicholas gently nibbled Sören's neck, making Sören cry out and buck his hips, clutching at him, almost coming. Their eyes met. "Before we go too much further... is there anywhere I should not touch you?" Nicholas's Québécois accent was heavier, his voice husky with desire. "Anything you don't like, off-limits?"
Sören could barely string two sentences together through the haze of his need - translating Icelandic to English felt like a near-impossible chore. He shook his head. His chest would have been a trigger before top surgery, but not now; his nipple rings had been a way to further reclaim his body and take pride in himself. "I think I'll be OK with anything you want to do with me. You?"
"Same." Nicholas raised an eyebrow. "Well... I am rather tight and I never really enjoyed being penetrated while female-facing, so anything more than one or two fingers -"
Sören nodded. "I gotcha."
"Good boy." Nicholas kissed the tip of Sören's nose, then they kissed again, deep and passionate, holding each other tight.
After a few more kisses, Nicholas resumed kissing Sören's neck, and his fingers brushed Sören's pierced nipples, walked down his stomach, and reached between his legs, gently caressing Sören's hard, aching clit. Sören shuddered and bit his lip with a little whimper, and Nicholas chuckled as if that response delighted him. He kissed, licked and nibbled up and down Sören's neck, back and forth along his shoulder, fingers brushing Sören's clit, stiffening it even more. Sören finally worked up enough courage to touch Nicholas back, petting the grey bush before gently playing with his clit. Nicholas groaned into Sören's shoulder and Sören smiled to himself.
Their mouths met once more and their fingers stroked more insistently. Nicholas's fingers dipped inside him for a moment, making soft wet squishing sounds, and Nicholas gave a grunt of approval. "Already so wet and we've barely started."
"You turn me on," Sören whispered.
Nicholas kissed him hard, and when they pulled back, breathless, Nicholas tasted Sören's juices from his fingers. Sören almost came untouched, a frisson through his body as he watched Nicholas savoring the taste of him. "Delicious." Nicholas then lowered his head and sucked on a pierced nipple as his fingers went back to Sören's clit, rubbing. Sören moaned, and gave a cry when Nicholas's tongue lashed at the hard nub, making him wonder what else that tongue could do.
He didn't have to wonder for very long. Nicholas lapped and suckled his other nipple, then kissed his way down over Sören's stomach, then his thighs, and finally his head was between Sören's legs. Sören once again almost came at the feeling of Nicholas's tongue on his clit. When Nicholas began sucking on it, Sören shivered and bucked his hips with a sob. It not only felt amazing to have his clit sucked on, but watching Nicholas sucking it, moving his head back and forth like he was giving a blowjob was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen.
Even hotter when Sören saw Nicholas's right shoulder moving and heard him groaning with his mouth full, and Sören knew Nicholas was touching himself, just as turned on as he was. Sören thought about the huge bottom growth he'd seen and another frisson of lust went through him, and he managed to find his words. "Elskan, I want to taste you, too."
With a reluctant little grunt, Nicholas pulled back. But he didn't give in right away - his eyes twinkled as he took a few long, slow teasing licks at Sören's clit, and drew one of Sören's thick pussy lips into his mouth, tugging on it, and did the same to the other, then sucked them both at the same time, really pulling. Sören cried out, and made a seething noise through clenched teeth, desperate to come, but wanting to hold back, wanting to go ever deeper. "Elskan, please."
Nicholas chuckled, came up to give Sören a deep kiss - Sören moaned as he tasted himself on Nicholas's mouth - and then Nicholas changed position so they were laying at each other's sides.
Sören had eaten pussy a few times before, back when he was Sigrit, and early into his transition - he knew he was strongly male-attracted, but had been of the "don't know until you try" mindset with women. After a few experiments with women he'd realized he wasn't into women at all, but that had more to do with their bodies from the waist up and the way he related to women versus the way he related to men; vulvas weren't repulsive to him. Now he was with a man who had a deliciously masculine body as well as the same equipment as him, and Sören found himself even more enthusiastic about it than he was with cis men - trans men knew what trans men liked, and he wanted to completely wreck Nicholas and watch the formal, reserved professor completely lose control.
Nicholas resumed licking and sucking at him, and Sören did the same, enjoying the feel of Nicholas's thumb-sized bottom growth in his mouth, rolling it around like a piece of candy, rewarded with deep groans. Sören liked the way he tasted too, the salt-musk like a cis man's cum. Sören mashed his face in and shook his head back and forth, making Nicholas moan louder. Nicholas sucked on him harder and Sören moaned too, losing himself in the filthy sweetness of his lover's mouth.
Eventually, as they both got closer, Nicholas grabbed onto Sören's hips and rolled onto his back, rolling Sören along with him. Now Sören was laying on top of him. Sören continued sucking at Nicholas's clit, every now and again taking licks, getting more and more aroused between Nicholas's hard t-dick in his mouth and Nicholas's lips and tongue on him. At last Sören could no longer help himself and found himself rocking his hips, fucking Nicholas's mouth, riding Nicholas's tongue, as Nicholas groaned into him. When Sören was right there he gave a whining howl around the clit in his mouth, urgent. Nicholas slapped his ass and Sören was undone, coming so hard he squirted on Nicholas's face, sucking Nicholas for all he was worth, tugging the clit with his lips. A moment later Nicholas climaxed too, giving a hoarse shout as his clit twitched in Sören's mouth. Sören groaned with satisfaction as he looked down to watch the pulsing mound, and took a few last licks of thick, musky cream.
They sat up and kissed. Sören licked his juices from Nicholas's face and beard, which made Nicholas smile fondly and boop his nose before kissing the tip. Then they kissed again, holding each other. Nicholas lay back and pulled Sören down into his arms, cradling him as Sören snuggled into his chest, rubbing his nose in the chest hair. For a few moments all was right with the world - Sören felt more peace than he had in years, deeply relaxed, toes curling, thinking to himself If I was a cat, I'd be purring right now.
"That was wonderful." Nicholas smiled and kissed his forehead.
Sören nuzzled Nicholas's beard. He couldn't even make words, just smile so hard his face hurt.
As Sören cuddled with Nicholas, feeling safe in Nicholas's arms, listening to his heart, he thought to himself how different today had gone from what he'd expected - as much as he'd been looking forward to getting fucked by a cis cock for the first time in years, he also knew that the chances were likely non-zero that Justin would have been selfish, come within two minutes and not care if he got off, and he'd have had to take care of himself by hand. He'd had enough disappointments with cis men - and cis women - to know how it was. Here, now, he'd enjoyed himself immensely, not just the pleasure Nicholas gave him, but being able to please Nicholas as well. He liked Nicholas a lot, and despite the traumatized part of him cautioning Don't get too attached, don't rush in, he still hoped this would be more than a one-night stand.
Nicholas began peppering his face with tender little kisses and skritching his scalp. Sören basked in the tenderness, it had been so long since anyone had been gentle with him this way - and he found himself getting strangely aroused again, despite having such an intense, squirting orgasm. Nicholas nuzzled his neck and it sent lightning through Sören's veins, surprised by how sensitive he was there. Their lips met and a sweet, lingering kiss led to a deeper, more sensual one. Their tongues slowly rubbed and teased, open-mouthed, and Sören's cunt throbbed, craving more.
Nicholas touched Sören's cheek, thumb stroking. They looked into each other's eyes; Sören thought those dark eyes were beautiful. "We should do this again sometime."
Sören grinned. "How about now?"
Nicholas let out a hearty laugh, belly shaking, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Mon cher, as you know, I am not twenty-five anymore."
"OK." Sören tried not to be too disappointed - he'd heard that when guys got older they were usually "one and done" if they could perform at all. "I mean, if you can't, or don't want to, it's OK, we can -"
Nicholas put a finger to Sören's lips and exhaled. "What I meant was, I need a little time to recharge. Not immediately right this instant, but perhaps soon, if you can help me get ready again."
Sören nodded eagerly and Nicholas chuckled. Then they kissed. And kissed. They began playing with each other again, fingers stroking clits to hard readiness. After awhile Nicholas put his fingers in Sören's mouth and Sören tasted himself from Nicholas's fingers, sucking slowly, bobbing his head like he was sucking a cock. Sören did the same for Nicholas, who licked his fingers clean, then their tongues rubbed together, making streamers with their juices. Sören felt like he was going to climb the walls, needing it so badly.
"How do you want it this time?" Nicholas purred.
Sören considered their equipment, and recalled that one of the times he was with a woman, they rubbed their pussies together and Sören fantasized about it being a guy with a pussy - a silver fox with a hairy, muscular body much like Nicholas now - and came that way. Sören thought about the gay porn he'd watched of cis men rubbing their cocks together. His cunt twinged almost painfully, aching to feel Nicholas's bottom growth on his. "I want you to fuck me," Sören said.
"I don't own a strap -"
"I mean..." Sören cleared his throat, and gestured below the waist. "The two of us grinding together." His finger lovingly brushed Nicholas's erect clit. "Your cock fucking my cock."
Nicholas groaned and kissed Sören's neck; Sören took that as a yes. Sören leaned back against the pillows, put a pillow underneath him to tilt up his hips, and spread, giving Nicholas a good look at his dripping cunt. Nicholas climbed over him and got into position, thighs on thighs... lowering his mound until their cunts touched. Both men cried out, and Nicholas kissed Sören hard. Then he began to work his hips, slowly rubbing back and forth, clit to clit, pussy lips kissing.
Nicholas kept the pace slow at first, kissing Sören again and again, kissing and licking Sören's neck, breath ragged. Sören lost himself in the sweet, sensual pleasure of clit caressing clit, teasing them both. A few minutes into it, their eyes met and Nicholas asked, "Do you like that?"
"Fuck, yes, Daddy." Sören wrapped his arms around Nicholas and this time he initiated the kiss. "More, Daddy..."
Nicholas grunted, kissed him back, and rubbed a little faster, a little harder. Still achingly slow... so tender, so gentle. Sören had asked to be fucked, but they were making love, this way, and Sören loved it. He never wanted this night to end, savoring the feel of their cunt lips together, the delicious rhythm of their clits, the feel of Nicholas's furry body against his. "Daddy..." That feeling of safety and trust, even though they'd just met.
Nicholas kissed him passionately, as if being called Daddy thrilled him - Sören imagined it had to be euphoric. Nicholas sucked on Sören's lower lip, and rasped, "You have the most luscious lips." A wicked smile. "Both above and below."
Sören almost came. He kissed Nicholas back, and his hands slid down to cup Nicholas's still-firm ass, kneading. "Feels so good, Daddy..."
"Yes." Nicholas gave a soft moan. "We fit together so perfectly."
They kissed, drowning in passion, sensation. It wasn't long before Nicholas was rocking his hips, finally fucking him, and Sören matched his rhythm, bucking, panting. They found a frenzied, feverish rhythm, clit fucking clit, feeling each other's juices dripping, their cunts making filthy slurping, suctioning sounds as the bed creaked underneath them. When Sören got closer he dug his nails in Nicholas's back. "Daddy..." Sören bit his lip and whimpered. "Daddy, you're gonna make me come soon..."
"That's a good boy." Nicholas started kissing Sören's neck again. "Such a good boy for Daddy -"
Sören lost it, coming hard, squirting again, calling out "Daddy, Daddy, DADDY! PABBI!" The contractions were almost too powerful, radiating through his entire body. Two thrusts later Nicholas made a strangled sound and swore in French and Sören felt Nicholas contracting and gushing against him. The feel of Nicholas's juices pouring inside him set off another pulse of ecstasy.
They kissed deeply, then open-mouthed, the play of their tongues like the last smouldering embers of the fire between them - and what a glorious blaze it had been. Sören lay there feeling like a limp noodle, floating on a sea of jelly. The colors of the room seemed brighter and it felt like the entire world was chiming. Sören couldn't help giggling as the sweet, sweet relief washed through him. "Fuck, that was good."
"That was magnificent." Nicholas rained soft kisses over his face, and a gentle one at his lips.
They lay there, cuddling - Sören let himself be, no ability for words... no need for words. Eventually, Nicholas glanced over at the alarm clock next to his bed.
"Would you like to stay the night?" Nicholas asked.
Sören nodded. Then he remembered. "Yeyette. She knows I'm here, but -"
"I can tell her I'll bring you back tomorrow." Nicholas raised an index finger. He walked over to where his cell phone was on its charger, took it off the charger, and strode naked into the bathroom, giving Sören a view of his gorgeous ass. Nicholas didn't close the bathroom door all the way, and a moment later Sören heard him speaking French. If Sören hadn't been so shattered by one of the most intense orgasms of his life, if not the most intense, hearing Nicholas speaking French in that deep velvet voice would make him want to go again. And again.
Suddenly Tacitus was on the bed, purring. He headbutted Sören and began kneading on his chest. Sören let himself doze for a bit to the sound of cat purring and the soothing-yet-arousing sound of Nicholas speaking French on the phone, and just before he could drop into sleep, Nicholas was standing beside the bed, naked, cell phone in hand. "All right. She knows you're spending the night."
Sören suddenly was more alert, wondering... "Did you tell her we..."
Nicholas smirked. "I did not get into graphic detail, but Yeyette figured it out."
"Oh boy." While Sören knew Yeyette probably was fine with it - and possibly moreso than the Grindr hookup - he also knew it had the potential for awkwardness, especially if Nicholas had any regrets later and things got weird... Sören sat up and decided to just lay his cards on the table. "So um... Nicholas?"
"Yes?"
"I know this is probably a bit soon to ask, but where do we go from here? Like, I don't want to get my hopes up if this didn't mean anything -"
"On the contrary, mon cher..." Nicholas sat on the edge of the bed and gently pat him. "It meant quite a lot to me. I can see now why Victor and Yeyette thought we should meet - just now, Yeyette said that I am your type."
Sören snickered - he'd made thirsty comments about silver foxes in front of Yeyette enough that she knew it very well, and the realization that Yeyette had been trying to nudge him in Nicholas's direction for years amused him greatly.
"But also, there is a spark." Nicholas put his hand on his heart, then on Sören's; Sören placed his hand over Nicholas's hand, feeling a warm flutter in his chest. "As you said earlier, our meeting today felt fated. So if you are willing, I'd like to see where this goes."
"Thank fuck." Sören let out a deep sigh. "Me too."
"Good. Our first date, so to speak. I believe my pajamas may fit you, if a bit big." Nicholas was six feet tall, and Sören was five-ten; Sören had a more wiry build than Nicholas.
Sören took a shower, even though he was loath to wash off Nicholas's scent, but he reminded himself he would be sleeping next to the real thing tonight. He and Nicholas brushed their teeth together and Nicholas fondly skritched his scalp and stroked his curls; Sören leaned into his touch, soaking it up like a plant soaking up the sun. It had been too long since anyone had been so soft with him.
Once they were in pajamas and Nicholas had fed Tacitus for the night, Nicholas made them chamomile tea and they curled up together with the lights down in the bedroom, drinking tea and watching the historical farm series TV show that Yeyette liked, with Tacitus laying across both sets of feet, purring away. When Sören's eyes got heavy, Nicholas turned off the TV and tucked him in. Sören usually couldn't sleep without his blue bunny Bláberja, but tonight he had a giant teddy bear to snuggle, moving in close and hugging Nicholas tight... being held in return.
He had a Daddy now. He hoped it would last. He knew it was soon to get attached, but everything just felt right, like the universe had finally stopped chewing on him and given him a gift.
"Sweet dreams, my good boy." Nicholas kissed Sören's brow.
"You are my sweetest dream come true," Sören mumbled just before sleep pulled him under.
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