Sören finally decided. "I want to suck you."
"Which one?" Anthony asked.
Sören grinned. "Yes."
Nicholas and Anthony lay back, and kissed and caressed each other while Sören went back and forth between their cocks, sucking one and massaging the balls as he stroked the other. Sören hadn't sucked cock in years and he missed it, and watching his two lovers making out - hearing them moan - just made him hungrier for it, bobbing up and down enthusiastically, slurping, working his tongue. Anthony grabbed a fistful of Sören's curls as Sören swallowed him down as far as he could go, while Anthony kissed and licked more insistently at Nicholas's neck. When Nicholas bit Anthony's neck in return, Sören moaned with his mouth full, resisting the urge to take his hand off Anthony's balls and touch himself.
Sören went back to Nicholas's cock and Nicholas rolled his hips, gently fucking Sören's mouth, his moans getting louder as Anthony leaned in to lick and suck his nipples. Sören whimpered, going mad with lust at the sight of Anthony's tongue lashing away, Anthony's lips tugging on the thick peaks. When Anthony kissed Nicholas open-mouthed, their tongues rubbing together like the way Anthony's tongue had rubbed Nicholas's nipples, Sören was almost undone without even touching himself, twinging, creaming.
Emboldened by that, Sören pulled Nicholas's cock out of his mouth, and then he took both cocks in his fist, frotting them together, licking up and down the shafts, tongue lapping at the heads, teasing the sensitive slits. Nicholas and Anthony liked that, kissing harder, groaning, hands roaming over each other. Anthony reached down to tug on a lock of Sören's curls. "You're such a cock-hungry slut," Anthony rasped, meeting Sören's eyes. "I love it."
Sören loved being called a slut in the bedroom. "I'm your slut," Sören purred. Then, wanting to show just how slutty and wanton he was, he crammed both cocks in his mouth, at the same time. They were both thick enough that Sören couldn't get very far, and he kept working his hand up and down the lower half of their shafts, as he tried to suck them both, focusing love on the heads, using his tongue. Anthony and Nicholas both grabbing his curls at once as they kissed each other deeply made Sören start grinding against the sheets, not able to help it.
With cock rubbing against cock in Sören's greedy mouth, suctioning hard, working his tongue, it didn't take long for them to come in Sören's mouth. Sören once again almost came at the sound of them moaning together, the feel of his mouth flooded with hot, salty-sweet cum. He swallowed what he could - there was so much of it that it seeped from the corners of his mouth, rolling down his chin and throat. After he pulled the cocks out of his mouth he made a show of licking them clean, making streamers with the cum, and then he came up to kiss them with cum on his tongue, making their mouths wet and messy also.
They held him, and Nicholas chuckled as he rubbed Sören's back. "At my age, I'm usually a one-and-done, or twice but I need time to recharge. I think I have enough of an appetite for one more, but I must recharge. That was... something."
Sören smiled. "I like making you come, Daddy."
Anthony kissed the tip of Sören's nose. "Well, I know how to help you recharge, old man," Anthony said, affectionately skritching Nicholas's beard, making the older man smile. Then Anthony tousled Sören's curls. "I think it's time we spoilt the unbirthday boy."
Sören lay back. Even though he'd been on T for years and had top surgery, he still had some insecurities about his body, but Sören lost the ability to string two coherent thoughts together, let alone worry about his appearance, as Nicholas and Anthony lavished love on him, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling on his pierced nipples. Tenderly, reverently kissing the top surgery scars. Kissing and licking down his stomach and sides, over his hips and back up. Licking and nipping his inner thighs.
Nicholas let Anthony have the first taste, coming up to kiss Sören and play with his nipples as Anthony began to lick, achingly slowly. After every few licks, Anthony kissed and sucked at the hard nub of Sören's cock, slurping at Sören's juices like he was savoring a ripe piece of fruit. Nicholas kissed and licked Sören's sensitive neck, and their tongues rubbed together open-mouthed, teasing and sensual. Sören lost himself in pleasure. Usually he didn't like receiving oral because of dysphoria, but this was the first time someone had gone down who saw him as male, and that made all the difference. When Anthony's tongue began to lick faster, Sören rocked his hips, fucking himself on Anthony's tongue.
Soon Anthony was sucking him hard, and Nicholas's kisses were more insistent. Nicholas was learning just how much Sören's neck made him weak, and increasingly licked and nibbled there - he was going to leave love bites later, and Sören loved that feeling of being marked, claimed. Anthony sucked him harder, shaking his head, and Sören felt the tension building, coiling - desperate to come, but wanting more, never wanting Anthony to stop that wonderful, delicious -
"Oh fuck," Sören cried out as he climaxed, laughing with euphoria at the blissful contractions, the waves of relief rolling through him. Anthony groaned and took a few last licks.
"You taste so fucking good," Anthony whispered, making a show of collecting Sören's juices on his tongue.
He came up to kiss Nicholas with them, and the way Nicholas moaned into the kiss made Sören ache for more. His eyes met Anthony's, and Anthony grinned, seeming to understand the effect that kiss had. "You want to come again?" Anthony asked Sören.
"Twist my arm," Sören said, dramatically draping the back of his hand against his forehead.
Anthony chuckled and gave Sören a little kiss, then he guided Nicholas down Sören's body. "Here, you can help. Seems a crime not to share something so delicious."
"Fuck," Sören moaned, not able to believe they were spoiling him like this. He pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
Nicholas's breath hitched as he took his first lick at Sören. He was lightly musky-sweet, and Nicholas loved it. The hard little bud of Sören's cock was fun to lick, and even more fun to suck on, making Sören squeal and thrash around with pleasure.
As Nicholas's lips and tongue pleased Sören's cock, Anthony's tongue was inside him, getting Sören creamier. Anthony grabbed Nicholas's face and kissed him, the taste of Sören's insides muskier. Nicholas's cock throbbed, hard and ready again. They stole another kiss and reached down to stroke each other, then they dove back in, Nicholas sucking at Sören some more as Anthony tongue-fucked him.
It had been a long time since Nicholas had made love to another man. The memories of Mark - how beautiful they were together, how it didn't make sense for Mark to just abandon him without saying why - still stung, a wound that had never quite healed. But drinking Sören's ambrosia felt like rebirth. He hadn't foreseen himself returning to relationships and sex this way - it was a surprise - but it was all the more precious for being a surprise, feeling like he'd been given a gift. A gift he intended to cherish, for as long as they would have him.
Nicholas and Anthony kissed again, sharing Sören's taste between them - frustrating Sören with the show - and then they traded places, Anthony's tongue on Sören's cock as Nicholas dipped his tongue inside Sören's dripping hole. Nicholas groaned, loving the stronger taste of him there. He licked delicately inside his beloved, while Anthony devoured, licking fast, sucking hard, and Sören's moans got louder and louder.
When Sören climaxed, he squirted. Nicholas moaned, almost coming as Sören's juices splashed him. If drinking his nectar was rebirth, this was a blessing. There was something so primal about it, like Sören marking his territory.
I belong to you, Nicholas thought to himself as he watched Sören contracting, shivering and moaning, beautiful in his ecstasy. He kissed Anthony, and as Anthony licked Sören's juices from his face like a hungry cat, Nicholas thought, And you too.
Nicholas was definitely recharged enough for another round, but he and Anthony let Sören recharge himself - and helped the process along by making out and continuing to stroke each other, until Sören sat up and kissed Anthony roughly, then Nicholas.
They decided the next course of their feast would be spitroasting, fulfilling one of Sören's longtime fantasies about them. Sören got on all fours, and Nicholas watched as Anthony took Sören from behind. The look of lust on Anthony's face as he bottomed out in Sören went right to Nicholas's cock, pulsing in Sören's face. Sören looked up at him with heat in his brown eyes as his full, luscious lips wrapped around the tip of the cock, then further down. Nicholas groaned, a frisson through him at that sweet mouth welcoming him.
It drove Nicholas wild to watch Anthony fuck Sören doggystyle, Anthony reaching around to play with Sören's cock, the other hand playfully smacking Sören's ass. Sören rocked his hips, fucking himself on Anthony's cock, whimpering around Nicholas's cock in his mouth. Anthony and Sören's hips slapped together, and sweat dripped down Anthony's lean-muscled body, making his chest hair glisten invitingly. As Anthony and Sören got closer, their bodies smacking together harder, louder, Sören's head bobbed faster on Nicholas's cock, his mouth suctioning exquisitely. Nicholas felt his own orgasm building, climbing, but his body kept holding out, not wanting to come too soon. Wanting to drink in the sight of Anthony fucking Sören, hot and animalistic... the way Sören loved it, squeaking and whining around the cock in his mouth. It was glorious, like watching a living work of art.
Sören came again, screaming with his mouth full, and three hard thrusts later Anthony came with a cry, gasping for breath. Nicholas hadn't come yet but he took his cock out of Sören's mouth to let Sören catch his breath.
Anthony and Sören kissed, and Nicholas watched, cock stiffening even more, balls tightening, as Sören sucked his cream from Anthony's fingers, then their tongues rubbed together before another deep, hungry kiss. Anthony's fingers went between Sören's legs again to collect more juices and Sören licked and sucked Anthony's fingers clean and they kissed again, and again. Soon their hands were wandering, exploring, taking turns kissing and licking each other's necks. Anthony played with Sören's cock and Sören stroked Anthony's cock back to life.
"I can't believe I'm hard again," Anthony said, laughing. "I'm almost forty. My body thinks I'm fifteen again." Anthony stroked Sören's face and looked into Sören's eyes, nuzzling him - somehow that eye contact and their noses rubbing together was just as sexy to Nicholas as their kissing. They truly loved each other, and it showed in that tender moment. "What about you, sweetheart?"
"I think I could use one more," Sören said, and then looked back at Nicholas. "And you haven't come yet, you need to come. What do you think, you want me to ride you?"
"I like that idea very much." Then Nicholas looked at Anthony's cock, hard again and slick with Sören's juices. He wanted to taste it, but even more than that... he remembered what it had been like to feel Mark inside him. They'd taken turns, they were versatile, and Nicholas had loved his prostate orgasms. The thought of Sören on his cock with Anthony hitting that sweet spot... "Would you like to take me, Anthony?"
Anthony's face lit up. "I'd like that a lot."
Nicholas braced himself. Anthony's cock was wet enough from Sören that they didn't need extra lube. First he watched as Sören straddled him and sank down, his cock filling Sören's creamy hole inch by inch. He moaned at the feel of those lips kissing his cock. Sören's hard little cock looked even more engorged, and so inviting, glistening like that. Nicholas reached to tease the cock with his finger as Anthony began to push inside, slowly. Nicholas took deep breaths as Anthony stretched him, and when Anthony was in, Nicholas groaned as he let himself get adjusted to the fullness. He'd had toys, but nothing was like the real thing.
Sören smiled at him and Sören's hand slid up Nicholas's stomach to his chest, to rest on his heart. Nicholas covered Sören's hand with his.
"I love you," Nicholas said softly, squeezing Sören's hand.
"I know." Sören took Nicholas's hand and kissed it. "I love you." Then he reached out his other arm and stroked Anthony's face, tilted his head. "And I love you."
Anthony kissed Sören back. "I love you too." Then he slapped Sören's ass, making Sören cry out and giggle, and took his first thrust.
Anthony growled as he began to move inside Nicholas, slowly. Nicholas was so tight that if Anthony hadn't come twice already he would have lost control. As it was, it was an exercise in self-discipline to keep the pace slow and not pound into him, not wanting to hurt Nicholas... but that vise-like grip was so delicious.
Just as delicious, to Anthony, was the sight of the perfect peach of Sören's ass jiggling as he bounced on Nicholas's cock... watching those lips on Nicholas's cock from behind, knowing they'd been on his cock just a short time ago. Anthony pulled Sören closer against him, his chest at Sören's back, and wrapped an arm around him. He turned Sören's face to his and they kissed, licked, while Anthony kept an arm around Sören and his left hand reached down to play with Sören's cock. He'd figured out from their fuck what kind of rhythm Sören liked - slow circles, then harder rubbing... then taking the cock between the V of his index and middle finger, pinching, jerking it.
Sören went wild on Nicholas's cock once Anthony went there, his fingers tugging on Sören's cock madly. Nicholas's moans got louder, working his hips to thrust inside Sören, fucking himself on Anthony's cock. Nicholas's hands slid over Sören's body, and Sören cried out when Nicholas pulled on the nipple rings.
"So beautiful," Nicholas husked.
"Yes," Anthony said, and licked down Sören's neck, bit, before claiming Sören's mouth again. This felt so debauched, like the ancient orgies back in the days when men freely loved men. Anthony reveled in the conquest, that feeling of domination, taking both of them...
...connection. Loving them, weaving that magic bond with each thrust, each stroke. He wanted this, wanted to share the fullness of life with both of them. Making love like this would never get old, so many things they could do together. He had enjoyed this weekend, and the thought of more weekends in this little piece of paradise warmed his heart.
He had been so cold and lonely, and now there was fire. He let himself be consumed, and consume, three flames burning as one. All that existed was passion, pleasure.
It was a fire that purified him to the soul. And when they came together, it felt sacred.
It felt like coming home.
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