I can't believe I'm doing this.
For the last three years since his late husband Eiliv's death, Sören had been taking care of his heats himself, with a dildo and a vibrator. He couldn't tolerate the side effects of heat suppressants, and he hadn't been ready to try to find a new Alpha on a dating site.
Sören had a hard time even talking to strangers at a supermarket or a doctor's office, let alone inviting one into his home... and now, into his bed. Even in heat, Sören had never been so desperate as to hook up with a random stranger.
Now here he was, face down ass up, spreading his twitching, dripping hole, whimpering with frustrated need. Fate had dropped a gorgeous Alpha at his doorstep, with the most delicious scent Sören had ever smelled. Even more delicious than Eiliv's had been, which made Sören feel a little guilty.
Sören knew he was taking a risk by doing this - though that risk created a thrill that heightened his lust all the more. He felt so sluttish, so wanton, and he loved that sex-crazed feeling, the way it made him feel alive again.
But also, even though he didn't know Anthony other than the fact that he was British, an Alpha, and delivered pizza, something about Anthony made him feel safe. Safe enough to trust presenting like this, inviting Anthony to take.
Anthony's breath hitched and the sound went right to Sören's cock. Sören looked over his shoulder again just in time to watch Anthony taking off his grey boxer-briefs, freeing a long, thick uncut cock and low-hanging balls... a lush dark bush, matching the short dark hair on his head. Anthony was hairy all over, with a furry chest and stomach, pelted arms and legs. That was just what Sören liked... and Anthony was boyishly handsome with an adorable grin that he flashed at Sören now, cheeks turning pink. Sören smiled back. Anthony's green eyes met Sören's and Sören bit his lip and whimpered again, going out of his mind with lust. It was like a fantasy brought to life.
"Come on," Sören growled, urgent to get that hot cock inside him.
Anthony laughed. "You think you're in charge?" He climbed on the bed, knelt behind Sören, and smacked Sören's ass.
Sören cried out, more slick dripping from his hole. He liked that. Eiliv used to spank him. That was in fact how they got started, on Sören's nineteenth birthday...
...Don't think of Eiliv, Sören told himself, not wanting to be sad. It didn't take much convincing. When Anthony smacked Sören's ass again, Sören couldn't think, let alone of Eiliv. All Sören could do was want.
Anthony pushed a finger inside Sören, working it in and out, slowly. Teasing. Sören rolled his hips and grunted, trying to fuck himself on Anthony's finger.
With his other hand Anthony grabbed a fistful of Sören's curls, and turned Sören's head to look over his shoulder again. Sören watched as Anthony tasted the slick from his finger, and gave a groan of appreciation.
Then Anthony dove down. He licked his way down Sören's sensitive spine, making Sören shiver and moan, and then Anthony's face was at Sören's ass, and Anthony's tongue traced a long, slow circle around Sören's opening. Sören cried out and tugged on the sheets, white-knuckled, shaking. He cried out again as Anthony's tongue circled once more.
Anthony started to lap at him, and Sören sobbed into the pillows at the filthy sweetness of that tongue, teasing him even more. Anthony moaned as he licked, and he took a pause to catch his breath and husked, "You taste better than cake."
Sören couldn't help laughing. That was such a dorky, adorable thing to say. "Jæja, you like?"
"Mmmm, I love. I could eat you for fucking hours." Anthony groaned and resumed licking Sören's hole, and Sören shuddered with pleasure.
As badly as Sören wanted Anthony's knot inside him, he loved getting spoiled like this, feeling that talented tongue rub at his hot hole, hearing Anthony moan "mmmmm" and make slurping noises as he savored Sören's slick. Every now and again Anthony slapped one of Sören's ass cheeks, then the other.
But at last, Sören couldn't take any more teasing. "Please," Sören begged. "Please, fuck me."
Anthony crawled towards the head of the bed, and lay back against the pillows. He pulled Sören atop him. "Like this, baby, ride me. I want to look into those pretty eyes," Anthony whispered, reaching up to touch Sören's face.
Sören melted, looking into Anthony's own eyes, mossy, foresty green with gold flecks. They were the most beautiful eyes Sören had ever seen. He took Anthony's hand, kissed it, and then he sucked Anthony's index and middle finger as he straddled Anthony's hips and sank down, taking Anthony's cock inch by inch. "Mmmmmm," Sören hummed as Anthony's fingers slid in and out of his mouth, like he was sucking a cock. "Mmmmm, mmmmm." Sören threw back his head and moaned when Anthony bottomed out inside him.
Anthony gasped for breath, and his hands roamed from Sören's thighs up his stomach and chest, and back down. Sören moaned again as he felt Anthony knot inside him.
"Oh god, yes," Sören breathed, almost undone just by that feeling of being knotted, stretched, filled. Taken.
Sören began to ride, bouncing feverishly, their bodies smacking together, the rhythm to Anthony's groans and Sören's broken cries. Sören's cock bobbed and swung as he worked his hips, and soon they were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Anthony's body hair looked even sexier glistening wet, and Sören caressed his chest and stomach, up and down, up and down, rubbing in slow circles, making Anthony moan louder.
Anthony began to rub Sören's hard pierced nipples with his thumbs as his hands stroked Sören's chest... and then he gave a tug on the rings and Sören howled at the throbbing pleasure-pain.
Anthony grabbed Sören and pulled him down into their first kiss, hot and fierce and hungry. Both men moaned into the kiss, and Sören rode harder. They panted against each other's open mouths, breathing each other's ragged breath, before their tongues flicked and fluttered, teasing, then they were kissing again, deep and passionate. Anthony's hands were on Sören's hips now and he rocked them violently for a few strokes, then pounded into Sören, balls slapping. Sören squealed and Anthony kissed him again with a growl.
Anthony reached down to stroke Sören's cock, his other hand playing with Sören's nipples, rubbing, pinching, tugging, while he kissed and licked Sören's neck. "So beautiful," Anthony whispered. "So fucking sexy."
"Mmmm, so are you." Sören claimed his mouth.
Anthony groaned into Sören's mouth and kissed him back, then their tongues played and teased again. Anthony smiled at him adoringly and they rubbed noses before kissing again.
Anthony's hand gripped Sören's cock tighter and he worked Sören's cock harder, faster, while his cock hit that sweet spot inside him again and again. They trembled against each other, giving shuddery gasps against each other's mouths, foreheads close, as Sören kept riding, Anthony's balls lewdly slapping him, the smack of their bodies and the sloppy wet suctioning sound of Anthony's cock inside him fueling Sören's lust even hotter. He could feel slick pouring down his thighs - Anthony's balls were wet with it.
They were both right there, panting together, tongues licking. Sören sucked Anthony's fingers again and then Anthony's other hand clamped Sören's cock almost painfully tight, and he grit his teeth and gave Sören a determined, almost angry look. "Come for me," Anthony gritted out.
Sören screamed around the fingers in his mouth as he climaxed, shooting onto Anthony's chest, slick gushing down Anthony's shaft. Three thrusts later Anthony came with a hoarse cry, erupting inside him... that knot throbbing deliciously, making Sören's still-pulsing orgasm all the more intense.
They kissed and kissed, clinging to each other, rocking together. Anthony rested in him, still knotted. The way Anthony's face lit up as he smiled with the bliss of their release went right to Sören's heart.
Love at first sight isn't real, Sören warned himself. Then a colder, darker thought. Anyway, people die. He closed his eyes and remembered rushing to the hospital just to watch Eiliv die from his bullet wounds.
Sören quickly forced that thought out of his head and looked into Anthony's eyes. Breathed in that musky Alpha scent that made him feel safe...
...and horny.
Sören kissed Anthony again. He didn't know where this was going, but right now it didn't matter. All that mattered was the heat, burning once more. Anthony's cock rose in him once more, still knotted together, and Sören rode again, not able to get enough.
Right now was heat. Right now was warmth. Right now was life, and living.
Sören grabbed life by the horns and bucked like he was riding a wild bull, begging "More, yes, more..." and answered with Anthony's growl and a smack on his ass.
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