Sören quickly closed the door behind them and Anthony pulled him into another passionate embrace, kissing him deeply, fiercely. Just the whiff of Sören's Omega scent was enough to almost make Anthony come in his pants, wanting him so much. His cock was hard and throbbing and he began grinding against Sören, and kissing Sören's neck, knowing how sensitive he was there.
Sören giggled, kissed the tip of his nose, and then he took a step back. "I'm tempted to say fuck dinner and just go straight to dessert," Sören said, his accent thicker, voice breathier, "but I need to get these groceries in the fridge, já?"
As reluctant as Anthony was to let go, he couldn't fault Sören for that. He also pulled back, and watched, heart beating faster, butterflies in his stomach, breathless, as Sören made his way to the kitchen area. Sören turned around briefly to attempt a wink that was more of a clumsy blink - which Anthony found adorable, and Anthony smiled.
Sören took a deep breath, which became a shuddery sigh. "I worried you ghosted me."
"I know," Anthony said, feeling that tight ache in his chest. Their eyes held for a moment, then Anthony admitted, "I missed you."
Sören crinkled his nose and bit his lower lip. "Jæja. I. Ah. I... missed you too."
Then, Snúður circled Anthony's ankles and let out a chirp before he headbutted Anthony's leg.
"He missed you too, I guess," Sören said as he continued his march to the kitchen.
Anthony stooped to pet the tuxedo cat and skritched behind the ears, the whisker pads and the chin, smiling harder at the deep, rumbly purr and the way the cat nuzzled his hand. "Awwww, what a sweet baby," Anthony said. "I love him." And his owner. Anthony froze for an instant, a frisson through him, breaking out in gooseflesh under his layers, as he had that realization. They had spent one weekend together, but it had been magical. Not just the hot sex, but the companionship, the laughter. It felt like they'd known each other for years.
Sören felt like home.
As Anthony pulled himself up from stooping close to the floor, his eyes caught a glimpse of the fireflower rose in the snowbank - he'd put it down during their snowball fight. "Oh, shit," Anthony said, and facepalmed.
"What?" Sören put the last of the groceries in the fridge and leaned against the kitchen counter, arms folded.
"Your rose is outside. Sorry."
Sören followed Anthony out, and Anthony picked the rose up out of the snowbank. Now the rose had a light dusting of snow on it, and a little lightbulb went off in Anthony's head and he couldn't resist teasing Sören a little. "A song of ice and fire," Anthony said as he presented the rose to Sören.
Sören narrowed his eyes, then he ducked down and when Anthony saw Sören packing another snowball he ran off, laughing, but still got hit in the ass with the snowball.
"I would get you back," Anthony said, "but I don't want to forget this outside again." Anthony's lips quirked. "I know something."
Sören stuck out his tongue. "Jæja, you're funny."
Then Anthony gave a little wistful sigh. When Sören gave him a curious look, Anthony explained, "I haven't played in the snow like that since I was a kid."
"Me either." Sören frowned. "Kinda miss it."
"Well..." Anthony stroked his chin, and then he had an idea for a low-key "date" that didn't involve too much dealing with the public. "How about you put this in water, and then we go play? Like, sledding, inner tubing."
"I don't have any of that equipment," Sören said.
"No, I could buy some." Anthony smiled. "Especially if it might be a regular thing."
Sören's face lit up and he nodded enthusiastically.
That was what they did - Sören got in Anthony's Prius and Anthony drove them to a local sporting goods store, where he bought a sled large enough for two adults, and two inner tubes. It was a bit of a splurge, but Sören was worth it, and the idea was more fun than taking him to a fancy dinner.
They went to the local park, which had some nice hills, and after they climbed up the tallest one they got on the sled together and whooshed down, holding onto each other, shrieking and laughing. They pushed the sled back up the hill and coasted down a second time, this time with Sören on Anthony's lap, getting Anthony a little worked up again.
Then they each rode an inner tube downhill, spinning, the world a dizzy blur. A giddy rush, Anthony looking over at Sören laughing, his brown eyes sparkling, and Anthony's breath caught, knowing he would do just about anything for that look of joy on Sören's face... the light in his eyes.
They climbed back up the hill and spun down again, then they took the sled downhill at the end got thrown into a snowbank. The sun was starting to set in glorious lavender and cornflower clouds tinged with gold, and for a little while they just lay together in the snowbank looking up at the sky, holding gloved hands.
"Happy little clouds," Sören said.
Anthony squeezed Sören's hand. "Very happy."
They looked at each other, and Anthony moved in for a kiss.
Back at Sören's tiny house, Sören fired up the grill to make steak and potatoes, and they relaxed on the back porch watching the first stars rise in the twilight, and Anthony finally noticed there was an outdoor jacuzzi on the porch and a shed attached to the back of the tiny house. "What's in the shed?" Anthony asked.
"A space for a kiln... and a sauna." Sören's lips quirked with a mischievous little smirk. "Maybe after we eat we can visit the sauna together and take a dip in the whirlpool, já?"
Anthony liked that idea very much.
After an excellent meal they sat in the sauna together, just cuddling, relaxing. Sören looked delicious glistening with sweat, curls damp, and cuddling turned into petting and making out, taking their towels off and lazily stroking each other's cocks... just teasing, taking their time, letting it build. Their Alpha and Omega scents were stronger in the sweaty heat of the sauna, and Anthony felt high from breathing in Sören.
In the jacuzzi they continued kissing, caressing each other, playing with each other's cocks. They sat in a position where Sören took both cocks in his hand and stroked them slowly, and Anthony melted into Sören's touch, savoring.
"This is so nice," Anthony purred. "I feel spoiled."
"Good." Sören gave him a sweet little kiss. "I like you. I like where this is going."
"Me too." Anthony touched Sören's face. He sighed and flexed his toes, looking up at the stars and the waxing gibbous moon. "I'm sorry again about the phone."
"Hi Sorry Again About The Phone -"
Anthony tickled Sören, then he booped Sören's nose and went on, "This entire past week has been a clusterfuck, between getting my car battery situated, and looking for a new apartment. My landlord is raising my rent next month when my lease renews and it's going up by a lot. Like, 30%, which is ridiculous before utilities. I'm not poor, but the restaurant has been slower the last two years with the pandemic, and apartment-hunting in winter weather is a pain -"
Sören put a finger to Anthony's lips. He looked off to the side, and his shoulders heaved with a sigh. "This is going to sound really soon... like too soon... but..." Sören's eyes met Anthony's. "What if you moved in?"
Anthony's jaw dropped. His heart beat faster; he felt like leaping out of the jacuzzi and turning cartwheels, but Sören's hand tightened its grip on their cocks, making him moan. "I'd. I'd like that." Anthony swallowed hard, deeply touched and grateful. "I promise I'll pull my weight -"
"I know." Sören smiled and nodded. "But I'm not asking for a sugar daddy." Sören bit his lower lip. "Just... be my Alpha, is all."
Anthony grabbed Sören and kissed him hard, then he rose up out of the water, picked up Sören, and carried him out of the tub. Sören turned off the jacuzzi and Anthony hurried them through the frigid February night air down the path of towels back into the house... to the bedroom. Once they were in the bedroom Anthony put Sören down on the floor, and Sören immediately dropped to his knees. With worship in his eyes, Sören took Anthony's cock in his mouth, inch by inch. Anthony groaned, shivering at the delicious feel of those lush lips wrapped around his cock... those sexy brown eyes so full of love.
Sören sucked him slowly, teasingly, then harder and faster, greedy for it, making filthy slurping sounds. When Anthony saw Sören's right shoulder moving and realized Sören was turned on enough sucking him to play with himself, it drove him wild enough to step back, pull his cock out of Sören's mouth, and lead him to the bed.
"I want to take care of you too," Anthony husked, stroking Sören's face, his curls.
They kissed, and then they got into a sixty-nine, laying at each other's sides, sucking languidly. Sören was very talented at sucking cock, and Anthony gave it his all, wanting to please his Omega. As they got closer, trembling, moaning with their mouths full, Anthony pushed a finger into Sören, his cock pulsing as he felt how soaking wet Sören's hole was, dripping slick down his hand. He murmured appreciatively and began to rub that sweet spot inside him as he sucked in earnest, and when Sören came in his mouth it didn't take much for Anthony to come too, electrified.
They still needed more - five days apart felt like a lifetime. Sören made love to Anthony's body, exploring him, kissing and licking his chest, his nipples, his stomach and sides, hips and thighs, nuzzling tenderly, fingers walking, brushing, swirling. Then Anthony returned the favor, feasting on Sören's beauty, delighting in those sensitive places where Sören's breath hitched, or he gave a little whimper or moan, shivering. I will never get tired of this, Anthony thought to himself, watching the ecstasy on Sören's face.
At last, after so much teasing, Anthony split Sören like a peach and tongue-fucked him, enjoying the sweet slick and those luscious broken cries. When Sören began to beg, rocking his hips, desperately fucking himself on Anthony's tongue, it was all Anthony could do to not bring himself off, more turned on by Sören's passion than he'd ever been for anyone in his life.
Yet, he kept himself in check, not able to resist teasing just a little more... teasing them both. He climbed atop Sören, guided his cock to Sören's open, twitching, slick-dripping hole, and smirked at Sören's panted "yesyesyesyesyes, fuck me..."
...and then Anthony put in just the tip of his cock. In, and out. Just the head, pushing in and pulling back. Sören made a frustrated whine and dug his nails into Anthony's sides, urgent. "Dammit, Anthony..."
Anthony laughed and with his free hand, he skritched Sören's beard like a cat. "What's the rush, sweetheart? You've waited five days..."
Sören reached up and touched Anthony's face. "I feel like I've waited an entire lifetime for you, elskan."
Anthony felt his eyes mist, that ache at his chest again. Yes, he felt it too. He kissed Sören fiercely and pushed inside, as Sören whimpered into the kiss to encourage him. They took each other's hands and Anthony began to thrust, slowly, then faster, kissing Sören's neck, losing himself at the silken heat kissing his cock again and again. Gripping him like a vise when he knotted. Sören rolled his hips, matching his rhythm. "Yes, elskan," Sören breathed. "Yes, god, yes..."
Anthony kissed him hard again and let him have it, the bed rocking against the wall, mattress creaking, their bodies slapping together. Sören squeaked into the kiss and raked his nails down Anthony's back and Anthony growled at the sweet sting. "Fuck me," Sören begged. "Oh god, fuck me hard..."
"Want you," Anthony rasped, kissing and licking Sören's neck. "Need you."
"Yes, yes, yes, take me, take it, I'm yours, I'm fucking yours..."
It was time. Anthony bit Sören's neck, tasting the metallic tang of Sören's blood for the first time. Sören bucked and with a gasp and a little sob, Sören climaxed, spurting up Anthony's torso. The feel of Sören's inner walls clenching and squeezing his cock, Sören pulsing on his knot, sent Anthony over the edge, letting out a cry of his own as he spent into his Omega. Their eyes met and then Sören growled and bit Anthony back. A claiming bite of his own. Anthony shuddered, coming all the harder, almost ashamed of the way he moaned as the pleasure surged through him, cock shooting and shooting.
They kissed, tongues teasing - the sensual promise of more later - sharing the taste of their blood... their bond. Their eyes held and Anthony stroked Sören's cheek, pressed a kiss to Sören's forehead, and his lips slid down to kiss the tip of Sören's nose. They rubbed noses tenderly, then Sören giggled at the mess he made over Anthony's chest and stomach and collected the cum with his fingers. He shoved his fingers in Anthony's mouth and Anthony sucked greedily, savoring the taste of his Omega.
His beloved. His mate.
Anthony scooped up more of Sören's cum and fed it to him, lust flaring once more as he watched Sören suck his fingers, then lick them clean, heat in those brown eyes.
Sören wrapped his arms around Anthony and they kissed again, deeply. A kiss that felt like consuming fire, immolation.
Rebirth, from the ashes, like the phoenix on Sören's back.
"Welcome home, Alpha," Sören whispered, and Anthony kissed him back with all of his might, returning fire for fire. A few kisses later they were both hard again and Sören gently rolled Anthony onto his back and began to ride.
As the snow fell outside and the wind howled, together they burned, their passion like invincible summer.
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