Sören and Anthony were insatiable for each other that first night together - after they'd snuggled for awhile following their first fuck, they started making out and that led to a hot, wet sixty-nine, licking and sucking each other to a powerful orgasm. Then they fucked again, and the smell of sex and the loud, sloppy sound of their sexed-up cunts drove them wild, fucking to climax after climax, drenching the quilt with sweat and cum.
They fucked late into the night, and when their alarm went off at nine AM for them to get ready to check out of the glamping resort, they both groaned together - they hadn't gotten enough sleep. Anthony hit the snooze and after three more alarms, they finally got up, grumbling. Sören was deliciously sore from all the hard fucking last night, and savored that reminder of what they'd done. They were really and truly together now, not just best friends but partners, lovers.
They took a shower together to save time and hot water, and as sore and spent as they were from all the sex last night, the sensuality of lathering each other and holding each other skin-to-skin under the water got them worked up again and they spent the end of the shower playing with each other, Anthony's hand on Sören's pussy and Sören's hand rubbing Anthony, and brought each other to climax again, kissing passionately as the steam swirled and the hot water rained down on them.
It was another excruciatingly long drive - this time it took closer to seven hours because there wasn't just traffic on the Sunday where everyone was coming back from Thanksgiving visits, but there was also light snow and caution signs. They also pulled off on an exit to hit a McDonald's, going in the drive-thru and eating in the car to not leave Snúður alone in his carrier, even though the carrier was nestled in blankets to help keep the cat warm and comfortable.
They were quiet most of the way back, enjoying the wintry forest scenery, and then on the way from Portland into Boston, relaxing in companionable silence, no need for words. They did have music going, and Sören was in a good enough mood that sometimes he sang along - occasionally accompanied by Snúður's yowls.
It was close to eight PM when they finally arrived at their apartment in Boston. They let Snúður out of his carrier immediately and gave him fresh food and water, took turns using the restroom, and then they decided to take a bubble bath together to unwind. Anthony lit tealights for ambiance and Sören put on Sade, but they were tired enough from the long journey to just cuddle together, resting in the heat and the bubbles.
"This is nice," Sören said, leaning against Anthony.
Anthony's arms tightened around him and he nuzzled Sören's neck. "Yeah, it is."
Sören chuckled, not able to believe he'd missed Anthony's interest for six years. "We should have done this a long time ago."
Anthony squeezed him. "You know nothing, Jon Snow." Anthony laughed too. "And I'm not much better."
Sören turned his head and they rubbed noses. "At least we're together now. I love you."
"I love you, sweetheart." Anthony's green eyes sparkled in the candlelight, and his sweet smile made Sören melt.
The bath not only relaxed them but also made them sleepy. When they had prune skin and the water was more tepid, they climbed out of the tub, dried off, put their pajamas on, and ate a quick dinner of macaroni and cheese before going to bed. They decided to sleep in the same bed from now on - Sören would move into Anthony's room, and Sören's room would become a studio with room for more art supplies and equipment. And cat furniture.
They were both tired enough that they just held each other, legs entwined. Sören still liked that, safe and warm in their little nest under the blankets with the cat curled on top of them purring away, content and cozy, looking into each other's eyes and smiling before they drifted off.
Because they had gone to bed so early - it was only after nine PM when they turned in - when Sören's body woke him up a little after four AM to use the bathroom, his brain decided he'd had enough sleep. He fed the cat, then he lingered at the hall window to watch the snow falling in the darkness, and once he climbed under the covers he couldn't fall asleep again. He watched Anthony sleep in the soft blue glow of the nightlight, still amazed that they were together now after years of pining... loving him fiercely.
When Sören had been laying awake for ten minutes, Anthony opened his eyes. "You OK?"
Sören nodded. "Had to pee, can't go back to sleep."
Anthony glanced over at the alarm clock, grunted, and moved closer to Sören. "Well, there are worse ways to wake up than this." He smiled tenderly and stroked Sören's hair and face, and kissed the tip of Sören's nose.
Their lips met in a soft, sweet, lingering kiss, and then they kissed again, lips parting, tongues searching. They kissed again and again, as if they were trying to make up for lost time, and the passion rose between them, hungry for each other after so many years of longing. Anthony began to kiss and lick Sören's neck, and when he nibbled on Sören's neck, Sören's cunt twinged and he instinctively thrust out his hips and moaned. "Oh shit, fuck me."
Anthony chuckled and kissed where his teeth had been, licked up Sören's neck. "I want to make love to you."
They got out of their pajamas, naked under the covers. Sören rolled onto his back and pulled Anthony atop him. Sören spread his legs and bent his knees and sighed with happiness as he felt Anthony's cunt align with his. Sören threw his arms around Anthony, and Anthony kissed him deeply as he began to grind, slowly.
They kept it slow and sensual for a long, long time, no rush to climax. They wanted to savor the feel of skin on skin, cock rubbing cock, boypussy lips kissing, hands exploring and caressing, learning each other's bodies and sensitive places... expressing love with every touch, every feel. They got lost in each other's eyes, nuzzling, kissing, tongues licking and teasing, breathing each other's breath, soft moans and sighs, whispered "I love yous". It felt so decadent to take time like this and spoil each other with languid, sensuous pleasure, made all the more delicious for being warm and cozy together under the covers, with the snow falling outside.
As the twilight faded and the sky lit up in red fire, they rubbed harder, faster, finding that perfect rhythm that drove them to frenzy, cock exciting cock, building the pleasure and tension until they were both shaking, panting, a fierce look in Anthony's eyes, both of them grunting and growling together against the wet slurping, smacking sound of their cunts. When he was right there, feeling himself at that point of no return, Sören's nails dug into Anthony's back and he let out a whimper. "Daddy..."
"That's it, baby. Come for Daddy." Anthony kissed him hard.
Sören squeaked into the kiss and his nails raked down Anthony's back as he came hard, and he cried out as he felt Anthony squirting, contracting. Anthony gave a shuddery sigh, eyes rolling back, and then his eyes met Sören's and he gave Sören a huge grin. Anthony took Sören's hands and kissed him again, and their hands squeezed, fingers linked.
For a little while they lay there, peaceful, watching the red glow of dawn melt into streaks of soft pastel pink and peach across a deep blue. Then Sören looked at the clock and groaned.
"Do you have to go into work today?" Sören asked.
"I could probably get away with calling out. It's been snowing enough the roads will be a pain in the arse."
"Stay with me," Sören said softly. He meant that today, more immediately - but he also meant that for life. This was what he wanted. Craig barely existed anymore.
Anthony kissed Sören's forehead. "I'm here, baby. I'm right here."
"Stay with me," Sören said again, letting go of Anthony's hands and holding him tight, clinging, claiming. "Stay..."
"I'm yours." Anthony's lips slid down Sören's forehead to the tip of his nose. "You've got me."
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