Anthony groaned and seized a fistful of Sören's curls. "Oh, fuck."
Sören's enthusiasm was curbed by his gag reflex - Anthony was a little longer than Justin and a lot girthier - Anthony's cock was probably the girthiest he'd sucked - so as much as he wanted to, he couldn't deep-throat past a few motions. He let the cock slip from his mouth and licked it, admiring it - Anthony's cock was just over eight inches, thick, and uncut. Sören's tongue teased along the foreskin, before lapping at the sensitive frenulum. Anthony groaned and pulled on Sören's hair.
Sören drew the cock back into his mouth. He was able to fit two-thirds of it in there without gagging, and used his hand to rub the base of it. That turned out to be more pleasing to Anthony anyway, who moaned and sighed as Sören sucked greedily, caressing the root of his cock. "God. Fuck. Sören..." Anthony shivered. "Sören, oh god..."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm." Sören's own cock was almost painful in its need, but he focused on pleasuring Anthony, wanting to express his gratitude... and his lust. Sören wanted to devour him. "Mmmm, mmmmmm." His head bobbed up and down, sucking hard.
Anthony gave a deep grunt. Sören's hand strayed from the base of Anthony's cock to cup and massage his balls. Anthony really liked that, groaning louder. Sören felt himself shaking - he was so turned on, doing this to him - and he gave a little whimper with his mouth full, not able to help it, feeling like an animal in heat.
After a moment of rubbing Anthony's balls, Anthony let go of Sören's hair, rested his hand on Sören's head and said, "Stop."
Sören stopped immediately, letting Anthony's cock go. He looked up with alarm, hoping he wasn't causing pain or anxiety.
Anthony chuckled and stroked Sören's face. "I need to sit down before I fall over."
Sören laughed with relief - Anthony's jeans and underwear were a few inches down his thighs, and Sören imagined it was getting more difficult to stand.
Sören watched Anthony take off his brogues, and then his jeans, underwear, and socks. Sören whistled appreciatively once Anthony was naked all the way. Anthony had the hairiest thighs and legs Sören had ever seen, like a satyr, and Sören found that incredibly sexy, wanting to lick Anthony all over. Anthony grinned, and turned around quickly for Sören to look at the backside of him - he had a shapely back, and a perfect, firm ass. Sören moaned, his cock throbbing. Then he laughed again as Anthony took the hundred-pound note off the floor, put it back in his wallet, and put the wallet on the endtable next to the couch, followed by taking his cell phone out of his jeans and turning it off. "I don't want anyone disturbing us," Anthony explained.
Once Anthony's cell phone had joined his wallet on the endtable, Anthony sat on the couch, naked, and gave Sören an expectant look. Sören's cock throbbed again as he watched a bead of precum form at the tip of Anthony's cock.
Sören realized if Anthony was naked, he should get naked too. He felt a small nervous twinge, as he had tattoos and piercings and Anthony was such a clean-cut guy that Sören didn't know if it would be a turn-off or not. Sören's shirt was already unbuttoned so he let that fall to the floor, revealing pierced nipples and full-sleeve tattoos - flames going from wrist to shoulder on one arm, ocean waves on the other. Anthony's breath hitched. Sören took off his Doc Martens boots, then his socks, trousers and boxer-briefs, letting Anthony see all of him. Sören was six feet tall and of a slim build, pale, had no chest hair, a fine growth of hair on his arms and legs, but his bush was thick, curly and black like the hair on his head. His cock was as long as Anthony's, though a little less thick, and also uncut - his own cock was dripping precum, and Anthony's gaze locked on the captive bead ring in the head of Sören's cock, a Prince Albert piercing.
"You are fucking hot," Anthony said.
Sören grinned, pleased that Anthony liked what he saw. He did a twirl - the sleeve tattoos led to ink on his back, a fiery phoenix and its opposite, a bird made of water, tails twined together. He shook his ass playfully, and turned back around.
"The work on your back is from one of your paintings," Anthony observed.
Sören nodded. He didn't want to get into the story behind it here and now - Anthony wasn't the only person in the room who'd attempted suicide - but someday, possibly soon, he would. Sören's heart skipped a beat at the prospect of seeing Anthony again. Realizing he wanted more than just a one-night stand.
"It's beautiful." Their eyes met. "You're beautiful. You have the most beautiful brown eyes. Get over here."
Sören giggled and came over to the couch. He grabbed a pillow from the couch and got on his knees again. Anthony leaned back, tipped his head back and let out a loud moan as his cock went back into Sören's mouth.
Sören sucked and sucked, hungry for him, loving the feel of the cock in his mouth, and every gasp and moan, watching Anthony lose himself in ecstasy. Sören's left hand gently rubbed Anthony's balls, and with his right hand Sören stroked himself, mad with lust. When Sören's jaw needed a break he pulled Anthony's cock out of his mouth and licked around and around the head, making Anthony groan. He licked up and down the shaft, slid his lips up and down a few times, before licking some more. He licked at the head again, enjoying the taste of Anthony's precum. He drew just the head into his mouth, kissing it, his hand pressing Anthony's balls more firmly. "Oh, god, fuck." Anthony laughed softly, and sighed, his face lit up. "You are good."
"Mmmmmm." Sören took a few more licks at the head. "I love doing this to you."
"I can tell. Wait till it's your turn, I'm going to spoil you."
Sören's cock jolted - he was already pretty close without Anthony even touching him yet. Sören got back to sucking Anthony's cock, playing with Anthony's balls, murmuring his enjoyment with his mouth full as Anthony panted and gasped and moaned, gently tugging Sören's curls. After awhile Sören teased him again, licking the cock all over, then stroked Anthony's cock as he licked and sucked Anthony's balls. Anthony pulled Sören's hair less gently, grunting, growling. "Fuck, Sören..."
"Mmmmmm." Sören lapped faster, sucked harder. The scent of Anthony's arousal alone was threatening to undo him. "God, I love this."
Anthony moaned and then, the noise he made as Sören's tongue chased precum down his shaft made Sören have to stop stroking himself before he would come too soon. Sören put Anthony's cock back in his mouth and used both hands, one hand rubbing Anthony's balls, the other hand touching everywhere he could reach, caressing Anthony's thigh and stomach and chest. Sören sucked like his life depended on it - he'd never wanted to make someone come so badly in his life, apart from Mark.
It didn't take much longer. Sören felt Anthony's balls tightening and rubbed more insistently, sucking harder, faster. "Mmmmmmmm," Sören encouraged. "Mmmhmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm..."
"Oh god." Anthony gasped, and the feverish look in his eyes let Sören know he was right there. "Oh god, Sören... I'm gonna come..."
"Mmmmmmhmmmmm."
A few seconds later Anthony let out a shuddery sigh and then a deep moan as he flooded Sören's mouth. Sören loved the lightly sweet-salty taste of him, especially after Justin, who had always tasted sort of sour. There was so much of Anthony's seed that it spilled out the corners of Sören's mouth, and Sören licked his lips, loving it, before licking Anthony clean. Anthony laughed, looking euphoric, and it took Sören's breath away. He smiled at Anthony and rose up to kiss him. Anthony moaned appreciatively at the taste of himself on Sören's mouth.
"That was amazing," Anthony said, stroking Sören's cheek. "You've got many talents."
Sören crinkled his nose and bit his lower lip.
They kissed again and then Anthony whispered, "Your turn."
Sören grinned and sat on the couch. His cock felt ready to explode.
Sören hadn't had a blowjob in awhile - though Justin had been willing to give in the first month of their relationship, things became more and more one-sided, with Sören laying there unsatisfied most nights. He felt like a fool now for tolerating it as long as he did. The intense look in Anthony's eyes made Sören shiver - he had a feeling this was someone who enjoyed giving as much as he enjoyed receiving. Already, he was enjoying this.
Sören's cock was slick with precum, and Anthony chased the drops flowing down his shaft. "You taste good," Anthony purred.
"Takk."
Anthony teased and teased Sören's cock with long, deliberate strokes of his tongue, then lapping, lashing, before long, slow licks again. Sören gasped for breath, balls aching, and the whimper that came out of him almost embarrassed him, but Anthony just responded with a hungry growl. Anthony wasn't ready to give in just yet. He licked down to Sören's balls, which were exquisitely sensitive, and his tongue laved and laved, making Sören crazy, panting, whining. Anthony went in for a little nibble on the sack skin and Sören cried out. His nails dug into Anthony's shoulders. "Oh my fucking god," Sören breathed, cock hardening even more, another drop of precum leaking down the shaft.
Anthony gave him a smug, I-own-you-now smile that sent a frisson down Sören's spine. His lips and tongue slid up the length of Sören's shaft, and then he drew the head of Sören's cock into his mouth, his hand working the slick shaft up and down. His other hand played with Sören's balls. Sören couldn't stop moaning, the pleasure more and more intense as Anthony's mouth worked its wicked magic on the sensitized head. Anthony's mouth took in just a little more, tongue rubbing the sensitive frenulum as his mouth suctioned, and Sören made a seething noise through clenched teeth, so desperate to come, but what Anthony was doing felt so good he never wanted it to stop. Anthony groaned with his mouth full, and after a few minutes he licked at the head and his eyes met Sören's again. "I could get used to this," Anthony rasped.
"Me too." Fuck, do this to me every fucking night, I would die happy. It was almost terrifying to be thinking like this, after the loss he'd endured, but they'd barely moved past oral and the spark between them was a raging wildfire now.
Anthony put more of Sören's cock in his mouth and sucked hard, really getting into it, moaning around Sören's cock. Sören saw Anthony's left shoulder moving and knew Anthony was stroking himself and that turned him on just as much as Anthony's gifted mouth working him. The pleasure climbed higher and higher, until Sören was trembling, giving shaky little gasps, right there rightthererightthere, rushing to the point of no return. "Anthony," Sören warned. "Anthony, I'm..."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Sören couldn't even finish the sentence. He threw back his head and let out a long, fierce cry as he erupted, toes curling. Anthony made groaning noises of pleasure as he swallowed down all Sören had to give, and Anthony took a few last licks at Sören's cock, getting the rest of it. Sören felt ready to fall back on the couch, feeling like his brains and entire body had been liquefied. He giggled out of sheer euphoria, the best stress relief he'd had in a long, long time.
Anthony rose to his feet, and Sören sighed at the sight of Anthony's cock hard and ready again. He was going to need to recharge, but the thought that there would be more thrilled him. He wanted so much more. He wanted to go all night, if they could. Every night.
Anthony sat down next to Sören and pulled Sören into his arms, cradled and pet him. He kissed Sören's brow. "You are delicious," Anthony said softly. "Not just the way you taste, but everything." He brought one of Sören's hands down to his hard cock. "You drive me fucking crazy."
"Mmmmm, good." Sören kissed the tip of Anthony's nose. "I'll be happy to take care of it in a few minutes."
"Good." Anthony nibbled Sören's neck and Sören moaned - that was definitely nudging him in the direction of readiness.
They spent a few more minutes cuddling, nuzzling, petting, giving each other soft, sweet little kisses. Each kiss lingered longer until at last their lips were parting once more, tongues dancing, playing, teasing. The deep, heated kisses rose Sören's cock back to life, and when Anthony started kissing Sören's neck, Sören let out a long moan and growled, "Fuck me."
Anthony chuckled. He tousled Sören's hair and gave him an amused look that was nonetheless tender. "I have three questions for you."
"OK, what?"
"First: does this couch fold out into a bed?"
Sören nodded. "I'm sorry my place is kind of -"
Anthony waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine. A bed is a bed. Second question: do you have condoms?"
Sören reached over to the endtable and opened the drawer. He pulled out a box of condoms and tube of lubricant.
"Good. Last question..." Anthony cocked his head to one side. "You're a bottom?" He raised an eyebrow.
That was a fair question; Justin was exclusively a top and his Grindr profile had said so, Sören had never topped him, yet Sören's Prince Albert suggested he at least occasionally was the penetrating partner. "I'm versatile," Sören explained. "I lean towards bottom but I like it both ways."
"Excellent." Anthony's face lit up. "I'm also versatile but top-leaning, and..." His voice softened, husked. "I really, really want to fuck you."
"God, yes." Sören shivered, cock throbbing, hole twitching. He wanted to be taken, manhandled, ravaged tonight. He also loved that Anthony was versatile - they were going to have a lot of fun taking turns fucking each other, if this worked out.
"I also have a confession to make."
Sören's eyes narrowed. That was almost never good to hear just before penetrative sex, and he hoped it wasn't going to be about serostatus, or worse, more involvement with Justin. But to Sören's relief, Anthony went on, "I've had a crush on you for months."
Sören's eyebrows shot up.
Anthony nodded and continued, "I started making a habit of going into the cafe every Thursday because I knew you were on, and I liked looking at you. Watching you. Your smile lights up the entire place - the entire world. I felt like a fucking idiot, trying to work up enough nerve to talk to you. Some of that was just social anxiety and feeling tongue-tied around a hot guy. Some of that is because, well, I didn't know if you were gay - you sort of pinged my gaydar but I didn't know for sure, and asking a guy on a date if you're not 100% sure he's queer is... not always safe. Of course, you probably would have shot me down anyway, having been in a relationship -"
"Probably," Sören said. "Unfortunately." He frowned.
Anthony patted him. "But then, later that day, I would go home and have a wank thinking about you. I would come so fucking hard thinking about sucking you, taking you in different positions, making you scream. And not just Thursdays. You've... been the star of my fantasies for the last several weeks now." Anthony bit his lower lip, cheeks pink. "I hope I don't sound like a creepy stalker. I had no idea about you and Justin, or even that we lived so close by each other -"
"No, you don't sound creepy." Sören gave him a kiss, restraining the impulse to do a happy dance around the room, giddy. His cock also throbbed painfully at the delicious mental images of Anthony bringing himself off, wanting Anthony to make those fantasies a reality now. "I'm very flattered that you were coming to the cafe just to see me. And to be honest, the thought of you fantasizing about me when you touch yourself is fucking hot as hell."
Anthony grinned, and kissed him back. "You're even sexier than in my fantasies. God." Anthony played with one of Sören's pierced nipples. "And I like you, Sören. I like you a lot." He kissed Sören again. "I want you. Badly."
"You can have me." Sören kissed him hard. "Shall we get the bed set up?"
Anthony nodded vehemently, looking so boyishly eager it made Sören laugh.
Sören kept clean bedding in an ottoman and he took it out now. Anthony helped him turn out the bed and fix up the sheets, and once the bed was ready, they climbed on together. For a moment they looked into each other's eyes, before Anthony came closer, stroking Sören's cheek, rubbing his nose against Sören's. Then he kissed Sören deeply, with so much passion and tenderness Sören almost felt ready to cry.
They kissed and kissed, hands roaming over each other's bodies, hard cocks rubbing together. Anthony reached down and took them both into his hand, stroking, and Sören bucked against him, feverish. "Please," Sören begged.
Anthony gave him a wicked look and nibbled Sören's shoulder. Then he rolled Sören onto his back.
Anthony started kissing and licking Sören's neck, taking playful little bites here and there as his hands wandered over Sören in lazy circles. He kissed the hollow where the neck and shoulder met, and then his tongue traced the flames going down from Sören's shoulder to his wrist. It was indescribably erotic to watch Anthony lick the ink on his arm, lust in his green eyes, and Sören's entire body felt sensitized - he never knew his arm could be such an erogenous zone. Anthony's tongue followed the ink back up, and then he did the same with the ocean waves on the other arm, reverent and lewdly profane all at once. When he came up to the shoulder again he kissed his way over to Sören's sternum and nibbled there, then kissed his way down to Sören's chest. He rubbed a nipple with his thumb, looking up at Sören to watch his reaction, and when Sören moaned and shivered, cock jolting, Anthony leaned in and seized a nipple with his teeth like a hungry wolf. Sören screamed and sobbed, loving it.
Anthony's tongue lashed at one nipple, fast and furious, then he suckled hard, tugged the nipple ring with his teeth, and nibbled before sucking it again, licked more slowly and delicately, as his thumb and fingers strummed, plucked, and pinched the other. He went back and forth between them, over and over, lingering for a long, long time, making Sören writhe, clutch at his head, panting, whimpering. At last Anthony moved down, kissing and licking Sören's stomach, delighted to discover that was another sensitive place. He licked and sucked on Sören's inner thighs, as Sören panted, quivered, whined.
"Fuck me," Sören begged. "Oh god. Please. Please, fucking fuck me. I need you inside me. Now."
Anthony's response to that was to spread Sören's legs, bending the knees, and start lapping at Sören's channel. Sören howled, feeling like he was going to die from pleasure. Anthony's tongue teased at Sören's passage, impossibly fast, tongue-fucking him, then tormentingly slow, deliberate. His tongue sped up and slowed down, sped up and slowed down, and Sören heard himself make inhuman noises, wanting Anthony's cock inside him more than he'd wanted anything in his life, but the filthy sweetness of Anthony's tongue was too good. Sören completely lost his ability to speak English, crying out "sleikja mig, sleikja mig... ó guð, sleiktu mig bara svona".
Anthony gave a grunt of approval, and pulled back to whisper "That's it, baby. Let me hear you." He spat to make it extra wet, before putting his tongue back there, licking even harder than before.
"Oh fokk, sleikið rassinn!"
Anthony groaned. Sören knew Anthony was stroking himself again, and Anthony's free hand caressed Sören's thigh and stomach as his tongue lashed away... then Anthony's fingers were brushing that sweet spot between Sören's balls and ass, making Sören even crazier. Now Sören couldn't make words at all, just random syllables, like he was speaking in tongues. "Ah... ra..."
"Mmmmmm."
"Ara..."
"Mmmmhmmmm."
"Ara!" Sören was too far gone to feel like an idiot about it. "Ara..."
Anthony finally came up, stopping at Sören's cock to chase the flowing precum with his tongue, then he slid up to start kissing Sören's neck. He reached for the condom packet and with a feral look in his eye, ripped it open with his teeth. "How do you want it?" Anthony asked.
"How do you want it?" Everything sounded good to Sören, like being in an ice cream shop with dozens of flavors. He couldn't decide.
Anthony thought for a few seconds - Sören smirked, realizing he had the same problem - and then Anthony said, "I want you to ride me."
"Mmmmm, good."
After they prepared each other, Anthony leaned back against the pillows, almost sitting up, and Sören straddled his hips. With their eyes locked, Sören sank down. He had to go slow - Anthony was thicker than Justin by enough that for a brief instant Sören felt like Anthony was splitting him - but at last they were fully joined, and when Sören caught his breath, Anthony pulled him close and kissed him deeply.
Sören rode gently at first, getting used to the thickness of him, but it wasn't long before Sören was bucking away, riding madly, Anthony's cock hitting that spot inside him just right, the rhythm taking him over. Anthony's hands played over Sören's body, eyes worshipful. "That's it," Anthony purred. He grabbed Sören's hips and slammed into him, harder and faster than Sören was riding. Sören cried out and held onto Anthony's shoulders for dear life. Anthony's arms enfolded him and he drew Sören into another kiss.
Two could play at this game - Sören started working his hips in circles as he bounced on Anthony's cock. Anthony growled and kissed and bit Sören's neck. He licked, suckled, and nibbled Sören's nipples. He leaned in to lick and kiss Sören's side; Sören dug his nails into Anthony's arms, crying out, loving it.
They were kissing again, and now Anthony's hand was on his cock, stroking in time with their fuck. The sound of their bodies slapping together, the way they panted, moaned, the way they looked in each other's eyes, brought Sören to the edge and kept him there. The glorious rhythm inside him made Sören want to stay lost in this fuck forever, and Sören could tell Anthony was valiantly keeping his own release in check, giving it his all. They were fucking so wildly they were starting to sweat, and Anthony's sweat-damp, mussed hair and damp chest hair, nipples glistening, made him even hotter to Sören. He loved seeing this suave, cleaned-up lawyer rumpled, going from cool professional to animal in the sheets. Sören collected dripping precum onto his fingers and stuck them in Anthony's mouth, and the way Anthony looked at him as he sucked Sören's fingers almost brought Sören off right then. Sören's hands slid over Anthony's chest, before Anthony kissed him again.
Anthony kissed and licked Sören's neck some more. "You are so fucking hot."
They were clinging to each other, Anthony's mouth deliciously wicked on his neck, Anthony's hand like a vise on Sören's cock, and Sören could feel himself right there, about to fly off. Their eyes met and Sören gasped, "Anthony," letting him know with that single name he was so close, and Anthony seized one more kiss before they exploded together, Sören first, screaming into the kiss, Anthony shuddering against him a few seconds later, moaning.
They gasped for breath together, still holding each other tight. The room spun, and everything seemed too bright for a minute, like the world was going supernova. Sören's entire body felt like it was singing, each pulse a cascade of joy.
They kissed again, and nuzzled. Anthony pulled Sören into his chest and pet him. "Oh, my god." Anthony smiled that radiant smile Sören loved. "Holy shit."
"Justin never made me come like that," Sören blurted out. Then he clapped his hand over his mouth. "Er, sorry. I shouldn't talk about other lovers in bed, especially not to throw shade -"
Anthony chuckled and rubbed Sören's head. "No, it's fine. I told you he was a lousy lay, so..." Anthony kissed the tip of Sören's nose. "Happy to be of service. And same. You... wow. Shit. I haven't come like that in years."
Sören grinned. He snuggled closer, twitching his nose with happiness.
Anthony pulled off the spent condom and aimed for the nearby wastebasket. He missed, and facepalmed. "D'oh."
Sören laughed, patted him, and got up to toss the condom in the wastebasket. Then he climbed back in bed. Anthony pulled Sören back against him and it wasn't long before the sound of Anthony's heartbeat and the good, safe feeling of being in Anthony's arms made him doze off a little.
When he came to it was raining, even though it had been bright and sunny earlier - that was typical London in the fall - and the clock told him he'd been out for about twenty minutes. Anthony was awake, looking like he'd just been watching him doze, and rained kisses over Sören's face when he saw Sören was awake again. Sören smiled and kissed him back, then Anthony gave a sleepy yawn and stretched, reminding Sören of a cat. Sören looked at the clock - it was almost eleven PM now.
The prospect of Anthony leaving to go back to his flat filled Sören with a sense of dread, but Sören didn't want to be selfish. "Do you need to go take care of the cats?"
"I fed them before I left, they have enough food and water to get through the night. Though, I can head back if you want -"
"No, I don't want." That came out a bit forcefully and Sören cleared his throat, self-conscious. "I... if you want to stay the night, I'd... I'd like that."
"Good." Anthony smiled. "I like cuddling with you. I will have to set an alarm and leave a bit early to take care of my cats, and because my work clothes are -"
"That's fine," Sören said, nodding. "So long as you don't mind..."
"Not at all." Anthony gave him a little kiss.
That, too, was something Sören really liked about him - Justin never wanted to cuddle after sex, he frequently just rolled over and went to sleep. Mark had been a cuddler. Anthony set his alarm - he was waking up at six, which was a bit earlier than Sören liked, but it was a small price to pay for the snuggling. After Anthony's alarm was set and they washed up - Sören had a spare toothbrush - they got back in bed and Sören cuddled up in Anthony's chest again, feeling safe and cozy with the blankets around him, his nose in Anthony's chest hair, the sound of the rain and the feel of Anthony's heartbeat. Anthony pet him to sleep, and the last thing Sören remembered was a gentle kiss on his brow and Anthony's voice. "Sleep well, sweetheart."
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Sören woke up in the middle of the night, and realized Anthony was in bed with him - Sören had apparently rolled in his sleep and Anthony was spooning him, Anthony's chest against his back. Sören made a murmur of contentment, and sighed happily. Usually he had trouble falling asleep with someone new in the bed, in fact months into his relationship with Justin he still frequently had trouble sleeping with Justin in the bed. He was very pleased that he was managing to sleep with Anthony there; Anthony was so good to snuggle up to.
Before Sören could drift off again, Anthony's arms tightened around him and he rubbed his nose in Sören's curls. "Hey," Anthony mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
"Hi, elskan." The endearment just slipped out, and Sören worried Anthony might think he was coming on too strong, moving too fast, before he remembered Anthony had called him sweetheart. "Sorry to wake you -"
"No, it's OK." Anthony leaned in to kiss Sören's cheek. The rain was still falling, the sound soothing.
"You have been sleeping, I hope?"
"Yes. I normally can't sleep with a new person. I normally don't sleep with people I fuck, anymore. But... this is different."
Sören smiled at that.
Then Anthony husked, "Very different," and he pushed his hips so Sören could feel Anthony was hard again. Sören groaned and instinctively pushed his ass back out at Anthony. Anthony started kissing Sören's neck. "You make me feel like a horny teenager again."
"Mmmmmmmm." Sören turned his head and their mouths met; Sören moaned into the kiss. Sören's own cock was starting to wake up now, too. "Good."
"You want to go again?"
"Yes. Fuck me." Sören knew he would be sore later, but it would be so very, very worth it. He felt like he'd been starving for the last two years and was suddenly presented with a seven-course, five-star meal.
Anthony reached for another condom packet. Sören was still open and slick from earlier, and Anthony pushed inside more easily than before, taking him just like that, from behind, laying on their sides.
It was more slow than before, and sweet. Anthony's arms held Sören tight, and he kissed and licked at Sören's neck and shoulder, his hands sliding over Sören's body, the two of them moaning and sighing softly as the rain pelted the window. Every now and again Sören turned his face and they kissed, tongues playing together between kisses, before Anthony started kissing Sören's neck again. In the gentle rhythm of their lovemaking, Sören felt completely taken care of for the first time in too long, lost in a dreamy haze of sensuality, wanting to stay there forever.
But soon enough, the smoulder became a full, blazing fire. Anthony pushed Sören onto his stomach and rode Sören's ass, fucking him harder, pulling Sören's curls. "Oh, shit, get it," Sören cried out, rocking his hips back at Anthony, howling between clenched teeth as Anthony's cock found that perfect rhythm on the spot inside him, driving him to that place where their fuck was the center of the universe, the only thing that mattered. Anthony growled and slapped Sören's ass, which made Sören whimper, almost coming just from that alone. Then Anthony grabbed Sören's arms one at a time, put them behind Sören's back and pinned them, dominating, and Sören got even more vocal, whimpering like he was in heat. After a few minutes of this Anthony let go of Sören's arms and leaned down to kiss Sören's neck, tilted Sören's face to his so they could kiss, tongues teasing between kisses once more.
When Anthony rose up again he pulled Sören with him, Sören's back against his chest, Anthony's arms around him, kissing Sören's neck and shoulder, then kissing Sören's mouth. His hand stroked Sören's cock, and Sören's hand covered Anthony's wrist, trembling. They were both shaking, panting, and after another deep, hungry kiss, their mouths were close, breathing each other's breath, and in the dim blue glow of the nightlight the look of hungry lust on Anthony's face was what set Sören off, gasping, giving a howl as he came all over Anthony's hand and his chest. A few thrusts later Anthony bit Sören's shoulder with a cry, quivering against him, and then Anthony let out an "oh, god, FUCK," as he shook again. They kissed deeply, Anthony holding Sören so tight it almost hurt. Sören's release was so powerful he started to cry, not able to help it, completely shattered. Everything was beautiful.
To his relief, Anthony didn't bolt, but held him, rocked him. Sören ended up falling back asleep like that, and the next time he woke up it was to the hideous metallic chime of Anthony's cell phone alarm.
"Sorry." Anthony made a face.
Sören put on coffee while Anthony got dressed to head over to his flat. They folded the couch back up and sat on the couch together, having coffee, looking at each other as if they were each waiting for the other to initiate the morning after conversation. Sören was scared - while last night had been incredible, and there was no way Anthony could have faked that kind of tender loving care, Sören still worried that Anthony thought of this as just a one-night-stand.
Finally Anthony broke the ice. "You go in today?"
Sören nodded. "Ten to four. I have this weekend off."
Anthony nodded.
Sören put his coffee down and decided to just have the discussion. "So... where do we go from here?"
Anthony also put his coffee down. "Well... that's up to you. I'd love to see where this goes, but considering you just broke up with someone who cheated on you and caused trust issues, I won't be angry if you need some time."
"I... I want to see where this goes too." Sören swallowed hard. He also considered what Anthony said, since it seemed Anthony understood mental health issues better than many, he'd walked that walk of fire himself. "I won't lie, I might have... fucky... moments as I process the hurt. But I'll try not to be paranoid and..." Sören's voice trailed off, not knowing how to say it.
Anthony took Sören's hand. "We're both human, and I mean... I'm a recovering addict, I still have 'fucky' moments myself." He smiled at the word, then he got serious again. "A relationship between any two people is work. 'Love is a long road', the saying goes. And I'm sure you've gotten that I'm kind of fucked up, with what you know of my history, and I know you've got issues, so... we might have more work ahead of us than some. But I'm willing to try, if you are. I think it's worth trying. I think you're worth a chance. Last night was... incredible... and I would love to have many, many, many more nights like that, with you."
Sören smiled, and squeezed Anthony's hand.
"I can't promise that I'll be perfect, I can't promise that you and I will never hurt each other, as two people with issues trying to find our way. But I can promise you that I won't cheat on you." Anthony looked him in the eye. "I can't promise you that I won't look - I'm a man, I'm a horndog -"
Sören grinned. "Well, you know. I have an eye for beauty myself."
Anthony nodded. "And if Malcolm McDowell asked me to blow him, I'd be very tempted."
Sören doubled over, laughing so hard he teared up. He wasn't expecting that - he enjoyed Anthony's cheeky brutal honesty - and he replied with a zinger of his own. "I mean, if Malcolm McDowell asked you to blow him, I'd want vids, or to watch, or to help, or something."
Anthony's face lit up and he gave Sören a kiss. "You like silver foxes too, I take it?"
Sören nodded. "I mean, not exclusively -"
"I'd got that."
"But..." Sören bit his lower lip. He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Especially with a beard, and..."
"Yes, I like bearded men." Anthony skritched Sören's beard like he was a cat.
Sören went on, "If we met a silver daddy type we both liked, would you be open to a threesome? Theoretically."
Anthony considered for a few seconds then nodded. "Yes."
"OK. Just in theory. I'm not saying we should necessarily have a full-on open relationship, but -"
"But. No, that's... that's an exception." Anthony patted him. Then Anthony chuckled, face pink. "You are a naughty, naughty boy. I like it."
Sören picked up his coffee and raised his cup in a salute.
Then Anthony sighed and he said, "There's one more thing, and I was going to address this last night, but it felt like it would kill the mood."
Oh shit, here we go. Sören braced himself.
"Anyway..." Anthony cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, looking a bit awkward. "OK." He steepled his hands and frowned slightly. "Was Mark's surname Lowry?"
Sören's jaw dropped. If Anthony knew that... Sören remembered Anthony's reaction to the painting last night, like he'd seen a ghost. "You know him."
"I lost my virginity to him when I was nineteen. Aaaaaaaaaaaaand he ghosted me a few months later." Anthony scowled, then he picked up his coffee and took a long sip, glancing at Sören over his cup.
Sören was shocked beyond words. "I... I."
"Also, that painting? You either were very kind with your brush, or he's had a lot of work done, because that fucker hasn't aged a day since 1999, and he was thirtysomething then, and we're coming up on nineteen years later."
Sören's heart started hammering. Mark had also claimed to be in his thirties when they first met in 2009 - early thirties, not late thirties like he would have been if he was only thirty when he and Anthony were intimate. He remembered when he'd seen Mark's pointy ears, the explanation he was born that way, and Sören had just assumed it was a birth defect. Now... Was he one of the huldufólk? Did he ghost us before we could find out his secret? That seemed so completely ridiculous and absurd - though a large number of Icelanders believed in elves, Sören was a skeptic, having almost become a doctor, he was a man of science. Yet, Mark's voice, his music, had felt like power.
"That's... a fucking big coincidence," Sören finally said. He didn't want to talk about Mark's lack of aging yet, or possibly ever; it felt like reality was smashing to bits somewhere in the back of his brain.
"Yeah, it is." Anthony gave a nervous laugh. "Like I told you last night, I'm an agnostic, but it still feels like... you and I were meant to meet, somehow."
Meant to be, somehow. Sören didn't say it aloud, but the fact that his heart did scared him a little. If love was a long road, the road had risen up and yanked him along.
Anthony looked at the clock, finished his coffee, and got up. "How do you feel about spending the weekend with me?"
"I feel pretty good about that."
"You want to come over at seven? I'll get takeaway for tonight."
"Sounds good."
Anthony gave a wicked smile. "I'll let you top me."
Sören grinned back. "Sounds even better."
Anthony kissed him passionately on the way out, and lingered. "You know..." Anthony laughed, turning pink. "This is stupid, but... here I am wanting to start a serious relationship with you, and I don't even know your last name."
"I don't have a surname the way you English think of them. I have a patronymic."
Anthony gave an affectionate eyeroll and tweaked Sören's nose. "OK then... your patronymic?"
"Sigurðsson."
"Kay." Anthony gave him another kiss, this one more gentle. "See you tonight, Sören Sigurðsson."
Sören blew a kiss as Anthony loped down the stairwell.
The entire day dragged, Sören going out of his mind with anticipation at seeing Anthony again. But finally seven PM arrived, and Sören carried an overnight bag on the walk to Anthony's flat. When Anthony answered the door he was in a black silk robe, Sören saw candles lit around the flat, and Sören walked in to a trail of rose petals, heard Sade playing. Anthony took Sören's bag and set it gently on the floor, then he picked Sören up and carried him inside.
Sören felt like he had come home.
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Halloween 2019
His heart thundering, Sören slipped out of Anthony, gasping, pleasure throbbing through him like waves of light. Anthony sighed, then laughed at the mess he'd made on his chest, and collected his seed on his fingers and fed it to Sören. Sören sensually licked and sucked Anthony's fingers, then leaned in to lick up the rest, savoring the taste of his husband.
They'd gotten married today, and after an eleven-hour flight they were on the first night of their honeymoon in beautiful Cancun. Anthony's friend and colleague Lawrence - himself a recovering addict - was watching their cats, and while Anthony got up to visit the restroom, Sören checked his phone to see Lawrence had sent a text with a cat photo attached. Your babies are doing well. Sören smiled.
Then Sören's smile quickly became a frown as he saw he had another text - from someone he hadn't talked to in over a year.
Congratulations, you stupid bitch. I saw the wedding announcement in the paper. I hope he leaves you like Mark did. LOL!
When Anthony came out of the bathroom he saw the look on Sören's face and came right over, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing Sören's back. "What is it, darling? Are... are the cats OK?"
"Yeah, they're fine. Lawrence sent a text like he promised, I'll show you the cat pic in a bit. It's..." Sören sighed and he handed the phone over.
Anthony looked ready to kill when he saw the text from Justin. "What a fucking bastard."
Sören pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't want to start thinking about Justin again, and have that wound ripped open on their wedding night, what was supposed to be a happy, beautiful time.
But then Anthony got that gleam in his eye, and Sören knew from their last twelve months together that when Anthony looked that way he was up to something. Sören could practically see the gears spinning in his head. "What?"
"Oh..." Anthony grinned. "You're going to think this is perverted as hell, but..."
"You're... you're talking to me. Out with it."
Anthony grinned. "I think... we should send Justin a little gift."
That "gift" turned out to be mounting the phone and using the video camera function to make a sex video, the camera angled so their faces weren't showing. Anthony fucked Sören from behind, Sören's back against Anthony's chest, their hips slapping together wildly.
"Oooh, your cock is so much bigger than Justin's," Sören purred. "And you fuck me so much better than Justin ever did." Neither of those statements were a lie, and Sören reveled in knowing Justin would hate it.
"You're mine now," Anthony growled, and nibbled at Sören's neck. Sören loved it when he got dominant and possessive, and didn't fake the loud moan that came out of him.
"Yes, take it. Fuck me."
"Mine." Anthony licked Sören's neck, and started to play with Sören's cock. "I can have you anytime I want. Just grab you, take you, and you'll love it, won't you? You'll be begging me for more..."
"Oh god, YES!" Sören shuddered, and rocked his hips back at Anthony even harder. "Oh god, fuck me. Fuck me hard... God, you fuck me so fucking good..."
Sören came quickly, his orgasm all the more delicious for thinking about how it would piss Justin off. They cackled like maniacs when Sören attached the file and hit Send.
"We make a good team." Anthony kissed Sören's nose.
"This calls for a toast." There was sparkling cider in the fridge, since Anthony couldn't drink and Sören wouldn't, out of support; Sören didn't miss it. Sören got up and poured them each a glass. He raised his and said, "Fuck you, Justin."
"Fuck you, Justin." They clinked glasses and kissed.
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