I miss you.
Sören swallowed hard after he hit Send. His brain was starting to calm down a little - he logically knew Anthony had been busy with work these last few days, Anthony wasn't doing a slow fade like his last ex, who had less and less to do with him in the final three months of their relationship; Anthony was capable of telling Sören if there was a problem, like a fucking adult - but Sören was still worried about coming off too needy or clingy. He hoped the text came off as thoughtful and caring rather than obsessive and pathetic.
He didn't expect a reply until after 5 if at all today, but to his surprise, ten minutes to noon his phone let out a blip that let him know there was a new text message, and it was a response from Anthony.
I miss you too.
Sören smiled so hard his face hurt and he teared up a little, touched and relieved. Feeling emboldened, he decided to fire off a brutally honest response - he'd woken up horny and that had only gotten worse as the day wore on. He hadn't masturbated yet, as he had things to do this morning, but he was looking forward to some self-love time later, and now he confessed a favorite fantasy of his: I'm home alone and I wish you could come over, grab my hair and facefuck me like I owe you rent.
The clock ticked and Sören went back to the seventeen tabs he had open, once again not expecting an immediate response, but then at two minutes after twelve Anthony replied again.
I'm on my way.
Sören's jaw dropped... and then he dropped the phone on the floor. "Shit," Sören yelled as he bent to pick it up. He put the phone down, relieved the battery hadn't popped out, and then he clapped his hands together like a happy seal, and facepalmed at the ridiculous overenthusiasm of his reaction. His heart was racing now, and his entire body tingled. Once again he felt that thrust in his loins, that ache, going slick and hard.
Ten minutes later Sören was pacing in the front room, checking the window, while the cats kept sentry. Another five minutes later, Sören saw Anthony's car pull up and he almost jumped with excitement... and felt himself dripping, already going out of his mind with lust. As Anthony walked to the door, Sören got it open and then they stood there for a moment, Sören carefully guarding to make sure the cats didn't escape.
"Hi," Sören said, giving an awkward wave.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Hi -"
Anthony grabbed Sören and kissed him hard. They began to walk backwards into the house, kissing, door slamming shut, and after Sören locked it behind him Anthony pushed Sören up against the door and kissed him again. Holding onto each other, they walked through the foyer into the front room into Sören's bedroom, kissing all the way. Sören sat on the edge of his bed as Anthony got his trousers and underwear down, freeing his cock, already hard and glistening with precum. Sören licked his lips at the sight of it.
Anthony stepped forward, shoved his cock in Sören's mouth, and grabbed him by the curls. Rocking his hips, he fucked Sören's mouth and Sören sucked hard, suctioning, hungry for it. Anthony's moans and ragged breath fueled Sören's lust hotter and hotter. Sören was tempted to reach down his pants and play with himself, but he focused on Anthony's pleasure, giving his all, worshipping that gorgeous cock. Their eyes met and one of Anthony's hands let go of Sören's hair for a moment to stroke his cheek, and just that little touch almost undid Sören, who bobbed his head now, sucking greedily. Anthony yanked Sören's curls harder and thrust faster, cock gliding in and out of Sören's mouth, Anthony's balls slapping Sören's chin.
Sören loved it. He moaned with his mouth full, and Anthony grunted, eyes rolling back.
Sören reached to caress Anthony's thighs and ass, wishing Anthony was completely naked so he could run his hands over Anthony's body, loving all of him, but this would have to do. He looked adoringly into Anthony's eyes, and Anthony groaned louder, let out that telltale shuddery gasp that let Sören know he was almost there.
"Getting close," Anthony rasped. He took his cock out of Sören's mouth and tapped Sören's tongue with it, making streamers of precum. Sören's tongue swirled around and around the head, and lashed the sensitive slit; he giggled as Anthony shivered and let out a deep groan.
"I want you to come on me," Sören purred. "Make me your dirty fucking slut." He took a few more licks at the head of Anthony's cock, and slapped it against his own tongue. He sucked on just the head, rubbing his tongue, kissing it, before pulling back and licking all around the head again, around and around, then up and down the slit, fast then slow then fast again. "Mmmmm, I love your cock."
Anthony growled, shoved his cock back in Sören's mouth, and worked his hips fast and furious. His moans got louder and closer together, and Sören whimpered around the cock in his mouth - he could feel how drenched he was, twinging with need, but again, he focused on Anthony's pleasure.
It didn't take long. Anthony pulled his cock out of Sören's mouth again and began jerking himself off. A few strokes later, ropes of cum shot over Sören's face and hair as Anthony cried out, and Sören moaned, then giggled happily. He loved that feeling of being marked, claimed.
Anthony sat next to Sören on the bed, shaking, gasping for breath, and Sören held him and rocked him gently as Anthony came down from his climax. They kissed again, and then unceremoniously Anthony's hand slipped down the waistband of Sören's pajama pants and boxer-briefs.
"You are so fucking wet and I haven't even touched you," Anthony whispered. He grinned as if this delighted him.
Sören grinned back and gave him another kiss. "That's for you, elskan. That's what you do to me."
Anthony kissed him harder with a growl, and began pawing at Sören. They continued kissing as Anthony rubbed Sören's little cock, getting him more and more wet, until Sören was quivering, panting. It usually took Sören awhile to come when he masturbated - he liked edging himself, savoring the buildup and holding out for a powerful release - but he was so turned on by Anthony facefucking him that he felt the flutters and coiling within minutes, and after Anthony started kissing and licking Sören's sensitive neck, Sören climaxed hard, letting out a wail as he pulsed against Anthony's fingers, then a happy sigh at the flood of delicious, delicious relief.
"Goddamn, that's wet and messy." Anthony smiled, pulled his hand out of Sören's pants, and showed Sören the cream on his fingers, thick like a cis man's cum. He put his fingers in Sören's mouth and Sören tasted himself, then they kissed open-mouthed, tongues teasing, so Anthony could taste it too.
They leaned on each other, holding hands, enjoying a moment of peace. Then Anthony pulled out his phone, checked the time, and said, "Shit, I gotta get back to work."
"I know," Sören said. He wished they could cuddle up, maybe go another couple rounds - but there was still something satisfying about Anthony coming over on his lunch break and using him like this. Sören bit his lower lip with a shy smile. "Thank you."
"God." Anthony laughed - Sören's smile widened at the way Anthony's face lit up, eyes sparkling. "Thank you. Fuck, that was hot."
"We should do that again sometime." Sören nodded enthusiastically. "A lot of sometimes."
Anthony got up, put his pants back on, and then with a mischievous look on his face he tasted Sören's lingering essence on his fingers, like he had just eaten something delicious, which sent another frisson of lust through Sören, though he needed time to recharge before he could come again. Sören got up and saw him to the door. Anthony gave him a quick kiss, and affectionately tousled Sören's curls. They hugged, and rubbed noses.
"Have a good rest of the day at work," Sören said.
Anthony swatted Sören's bottom, gave him another peck, and then he waved as he was off. Sören watched him go, lingering at the door, and sighed deeply as Anthony drove off.
Then, giggling madly, he headed back to his laptop. What had started off as a mediocre, boring day had just become a very good day indeed.