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Erling came home sweaty, overheated, and tired. He had been training for hours, but when it came to his passion, football, he could devote all the time in the world to it without noticing how quickly the hours passed. Even so, that day he only had three things on his mind: seeing Jude, taking a shower, and playing Minecraft. He loved that video game. The lush forests, vast lakes, and mountains inevitably reminded him of his beautiful Norway. He could spend hours hunting, exploring, and wandering through every landscape without any particular destination in mind; it was the perfect way to unwind after training. In front of his computer, he managed to forget about everything else—his worries, his exhaustion, and even the passage of time. Although, every now and then, an annoyed Jude would appear to demand his attention, and he was the only person capable of making Erling quit the game. He would then sit him on his lap and laugh at Jude's ridiculous jealousy over a simple video game, covering his face with kisses until the Englishman ended up laughing too. Just as he was thinking about that, Jude came out of the bedroom they shared. There was something different about him that afternoon; his cheeks were slightly flushed, and his forehead glistened with a thin layer of sweat. Erling noticed those little details, although he didn't think much of them. As he always did when he came home, he opened his arms, waiting for Jude to throw himself into them. And that's exactly what happened. The Englishman quickly approached and buried his face between Erling's neck and shoulder, wrapping his arms completely around him.
"Darling, don't cling to me so much, I'm really sweaty," Erling warned with a small laugh, but Jude didn't seem to pay him any attention. On the contrary, he squeezed him even tighter against his body. That was when Erling noticed something strange. A pressure against his crotch that, given the position they were in, was far too obvious to ignore. He swallowed and felt the warmth rise to his cheeks. When they finally pulled apart, it only took a couple of seconds of looking at Jude to understand. His slightly quickened breathing, flushed cheeks, that expression as though he were trying to hide something... Everything added up. A small smile appeared on the Norwegian's lips as he watched him with amusement.
"What were you doing while I was gone?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"Hm... nothing," Jude replied far too quickly before turning around and heading back to the bedroom.
Yeah, right. Nothing. Erling had to suppress a smile. The Englishman was a terrible liar, and after knowing him for so many years, Erling could read him far too easily. Still, he decided not to press the matter. He followed Jude into the bedroom to find some clean clothes and found him lying on the bed, completely focused on his phone. Erling walked around the bed until he reached his side and leaned down to leave a brief kiss on his lips.
"I'll be right back. I'm going to take a shower."
Jude barely looked up to nod. Erling smiled and headed toward the bathroom. Once the door closed behind him, Jude put his phone down on the bed and, after making sure his boyfriend couldn't see him anymore, slowly brought a hand toward his trousers. He moaned softly as he rubbed his erection against the fabric. For the thirty minutes before Erling arrived, Jude had been thinking far too much about his boyfriend. His mind kept returning to Erling's large hands, the difference between their bodies, the memories of the nights they had shared, and the way Erling's eyebrows curved when he reached orgasm and came inside him. He didn't know what had gotten into him that afternoon; he simply felt especially needy. His right hand was already beneath his trousers, and soon it was beneath his boxers. He slowly stroked himself, already wet with pre-cum. He took off his trousers and pulled down his boxers to give himself more freedom of movement. He settled onto the mattress, feeling the padded surface mold perfectly to the curve of his back. He took his penis in his hand and began stroking it from top to bottom. A sigh of pleasure escaped Jude's lips as he quickened the pace, hungry for more. He stifled a moan by biting his lip. He paid particular attention to his glans, an especially sensitive spot for him. He rolled his eyes back, enjoying the sensation to the fullest. For a moment, as he approached climax, Erling was no longer in the shower; he was on top of him, taking him mercilessly. Without realizing it, his moans grew louder and more uncontrollable, and his hand moved faster and faster. He covered his mouth with his other hand, trying to quiet himself. With tears of pleasure in his eyes, Jude felt that addictive, familiar wave of pleasure sweep through his entire body, completely clouding his mind. He felt his semen spill onto his hand, thick and abundant, after having held back for so long before his boyfriend arrived. Once he finally managed to compose himself, he cleaned himself up, got dressed, and lay back down on the bed with his phone in his hands, pretending that nothing had happened.
When Erling came out of the bathroom, freshly showered and with his hair perfectly styled, Jude was still exactly where he had left him. No one would have guessed what he had been doing only a few minutes earlier. The Norwegian suspected absolutely nothing; he went straight to the computer, turned it on, and sat down at the desk. Jude watched him from the bed and rolled his eyes when he recognized that focused expression. He already knew what was coming. Another damn Minecraft session. He turned his attention back to his phone, although an idea slowly began forming in his mind.
He looked at Erling again. He was completely focused on the game, his back to him, oblivious to everything else. Jude put his phone down on the bed and got up without making much noise. He walked over until he was standing behind his boyfriend and placed a hand on his shoulder. Erling paused the game and turned his head slightly.
"Tell me, love."
"Can I do something to you?" Jude asked without the slightest hint of embarrassment. The Englishman secretly enjoyed the confused look on the older man's face.
"Uh... what?"
"You keep playing," Jude ordered in his velvety voice. Erling obeyed and resumed the game.
That only confused him even more, but Erling eventually obeyed and continued playing. Jude crouched down until he partially disappeared beneath the large desk. The Norwegian glanced down, trying to figure out what he was doing.
"Jude, what...?"
"Shut up and keep playing. Don't stop playing."
Erling swallowed and turned his attention back to the screen, although it was already becoming quite difficult to concentrate on the game. He felt Jude's right hand caressing his crotch. Soon, those same hands slipped inside the Norwegian's trousers, pulling his semi-hard cock out of his boxers. Jude stroked him slowly, and that was when Erling understood everything. He focused on continuing the game, trying to ignore his boyfriend's antics. A gasp escaped his lips when Jude unexpectedly gave him a lick that ran along the length of his cock. The blood in Erling's body rushed to his groin as he felt his erection quickly hardening. He closed his eyes and cursed when Jude took his entire glans into his mouth, sucking gently. Erling was a huge fan of oral sex, and his boyfriend was the best at it. A tingling sense of anticipation ran through his abdomen, but Jude was now taking his entire length into his mouth. Erling moaned at the sensation of feeling Jude's tight throat stretch around him.
Erling's patience snapped the moment Jude's throat tightened around his cock again. The Norwegian yanked his boyfriend's head back by the hair, pulling his mouth off with a wet pop. Jude gasped for air, lips shiny with spit and pre-cum, but Erling was already moving.
"That's enough teasing," he growled, standing up. He grabbed Jude under the arms and hauled him onto the bed, flipping him onto his back so his head hung off the edge. Jude's eyes went wide with excitement as Erling stepped forward, towering over him, that thick cock bobbing right above his face.
Erling didn't ask. He just pushed forward, sliding his length past Jude's lips and straight into his throat. The angle let him go deeper than before, and he groaned when he felt the tight heat swallow him whole. He could actually see the bulge forming in Jude's neck each time he pushed in, the outline of his cock stretching that slender throat.
"Fuck, look at that," Erling muttered, one hand gripping Jude's jaw while the other reached down to press against the visible bulge. "Taking every inch like you were made for it."
He started thrusting, slow at first, watching his cock disappear and reappear in Jude's throat. Each push made that bulge appear again, and Erling couldn't stop staring. He even felt proud of his big dick showing up so notoriously on his boyfriend's throat; and felt lucky too of having a partner that was able to keep up with his desires, that was able to take him so well, that enjoyed giving him pleasure. Jude's hands clutched at the sheets, his own cock straining against his pajama pants, leaking steadily. He gagged when Erling pushed particularly deep, but he didn't pull away. He just relaxed his throat and took it.
Erling picked up the pace, fucking Jude's face with steady, deep strokes. Spit ran down Jude's cheeks, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. The wet sounds filled the room—gluck, gluck, gluck—each thrust pushing Erling's cock so far down that Jude's nose pressed against his balls. The Norwegian's abs flexed with every movement, his breathing getting heavier.
"You love this, don't you?" Erling said, voice rough. "Being used like a toy. Can't even touch yourself because you're too busy choking on my cock."
Jude moaned around the thickness in his throat, the vibration making Erling's hips stutter. The Norwegian reached down and pinched one of Jude's nipples through his shirt, twisting it hard enough to make Jude's back arch. Jude's cock twitched visibly in his pants, a wet spot spreading across the fabric.
Erling kept going, using Jude's throat like it belonged to him. He held Jude's head steady with both hands now, fucking into that wet heat with long, deliberate strokes. Every time he bottomed out, he stayed there for a second, grinding against Jude's face, feeling the tight ring of his throat flutter around the head of his cock.
"Fuck, my love, you do it so well," Erling whispered breathlessly, quickening the pace and enjoying the sensation of that hot, wet throat.
Jude began to struggle, letting out complaining moans, while at the same time feeling his own erection ache. He loved being used that way, being reduced to a sex object. He was desperate to touch himself, but first he had to satisfy his boyfriend. He knew Erling would give him a proper reward afterward for doing a good job. Jude's hands scrabbled at Erling's thighs, not pushing him away but pulling him closer. The Norwegian's balls drew up tight, and with a low groan he pushed in as deep as he could go. His cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down Jude's throat. Jude swallowed desperately, his throat working around Erling's length, but some of it still spilled out the corners of his mouth. Erling pulled out slowly, watching Jude gasp and cough, cum and spit dripping from his lips. The Norwegian's cock was still half-hard, shiny with saliva. The brunette sat up on the edge of the bed, looking at his boyfriend, who was now standing. The blond approached him and kissed him on the lips, tasting the faint salty flavor of his own semen. He took Jude by the chin and tilted his head upward, making him look at him; stopping to take in Jude's appearance: he had a pleading, lustful look in his eyes, his cheeks were wet with tears, and the corners of his lips were stained with semen. Erling smiled.
"You look so beautiful right now," the Norwegian sighed, and Jude smiled, wiping the traces of semen from his mouth and licking it from his finger without breaking eye contact with Erling. A smile escaped the blond's lips; he adored how dirty Jude could be when he wanted to. He leaned closer to his beloved's face.
"Now you want your reward, don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy," Jude whispered in a velvety purr.
Erling grabbed him by the neck and pushed him backward, throwing him onto the bed and positioning himself on top of him. He rubbed his erection against the fabric of Jude's pajama trousers, making the Englishman let out a surprised moan.
"What do you want me to do to you, my little slut?" the blond asked, tightening his grip slightly around his neck and talking dirty to him, just the way the Englishman liked.
"Whatever Daddy wants." Jude smiled, more aroused than ever, looking into the blue eyes he loved so much. "Use me, Erling. Do whatever you want to me."
And that was when Erling lost control. He quickly undressed him, admiring his beautiful, sculpted yet slender brown body. He took off all his own clothes as well, exposing the body his boyfriend loved so much. The Norwegian watched as Jude admired his physique as though he were seeing it for the first time, noticing the intensity of his hungry gaze, which almost devoured him. He leaned down again to kiss him, one hand resting on the mattress while the other massaged Jude's naked erection. He laughed when he noticed how wet Jude was, simply from having pleased him with his mouth. He wrapped his right hand around it and began to masturbate him. Jude let out a gasp against his lips, their tongues tangling together, mixing their saliva in a lascivious kiss. He put his hand away and wiped some of the salty mess from Jude's face, then pushed his fingers into Jude's mouth.
"Clean them," he ordered.
Jude sucked obediently, tongue swirling around Erling's fingers. His eyes were glassy, his chest heaving. Erling could see how desperate he was. He was desperate too, as all he wanted was to bury himself in Jude's asshole.
"Now," Erling said, voice low and commanding, "it's time for your reward."
He flipped Jude onto his stomach, yanking his pants and boxers down in one rough motion. Jude's ass was perfect: round, firm, the skin smooth and unmarked. Erling spread his cheeks apart, spitting directly onto his hole before pressing his thumb against it.
"Been thinking about this all day," Erling muttered, working his thumb in slow circles. "Been thinking about stretching you open, making you beg for my cock."
Jude pushed back against the pressure, but Erling pulled his thumb away. Instead, he leaned down and licked a broad stripe over Jude's hole, the flat of his tongue pressing firm against the tight ring. Jude moaned into the mattress, his hips jerking. Erling did it again, then again, getting the area wet and sloppy before he pushed the tip of his tongue inside. Jude found himself a tad bit embarrassed, but he knew Erling loved licking his hole, and he was very sensitive there.
"Erling, fuck." Jude gasped, his voice hoarse from the throat fucking.
Erling pulled back just enough to speak. "What did you call me earlier?"
"Daddy," Jude whispered.
"That's right." Erling pressed two fingers against Jude's hole, pushing in without warning. The younger one let out a beautiful moan of unexpectedness, delighting the blond's ears. Jude's body resisted at first, but Erling worked them in slowly, twisting and scissoring to stretch him open. His other hand pulled Jude's curls. "And you're going to keep calling me that while I fuck you."
He added a third finger, pumping them in and out with purpose. Jude's hole clenched around the intrusion, but he was relaxing, opening up for Erling's thick digits. The Norwegian curled his fingers, searching, and when he found Jude's prostate, he pressed hard.
Jude cried out, his cock twitching against the sheets. Pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip, making a small puddle beneath him. Erling kept rubbing that spot, watching Jude's reactions, learning exactly how much pressure made him shake.
"Please," Jude begged, pushing back onto Erling's fingers. "Please, Daddy, I need—"
"You need what?" Erling asked, pulling his fingers out completely. Jude whined at the loss. "Tell me exactly what you want."
"Your cock," Jude said, voice breaking. "I want your cock in my ass. Want you to fuck me until I can't think. I need you to fuck me now."
Erling spat into his hand and stroked his cock, getting it wet. He lined up behind Jude, the head pressing against that stretched hole. He pushed in slowly, letting Jude feel every inch as it sank into him. Jude's body opened up around him, the tight heat gripping Erling's cock like a vice. The younger one closed his eyes. Even if it wasn't his first time with Erling, his boyfriend has still 195cm tall, and had a thick and long cock, that was not easy to take.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Erling groaned, bottoming out. His hips were flush against Jude's ass, his balls resting against Jude's skin. He stayed still for a moment, letting Jude adjust, then pulled back until just the head remained inside.
He thrust back in hard, the force making Jude's body slide forward on the bed. Erling grabbed Jude's hips and yanked him back, setting a brutal pace from the start. Each thrust punched a moan out of Jude's throat, the sound mixing with the slap of skin on skin. Erling looked at the way Jude's hole swallowed him entirely, his perfect ass cheeks bouncing every time he went in deep. The Norwegian spanked the right one, making Jude moan.
"That's it," Erling said, his voice rough. "Take it. Take every fucking inch."
He reached around and wrapped his hand around Jude's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Jude was dripping, his cock slick with pre-cum, and Erling used that to make the slide easier. But every time Jude got close—every time his moans pitched higher and his body started to tense—Erling pulled his hand away.
"Not yet," he said, slowing his thrusts to a torturous grind. "You don't get to cum until I say so."
Jude sobbed into the mattress, his cock twitching in Erling's grip. The Norwegian started thrusting again, harder this time, angling his hips to hit Jude's prostate with every stroke. Jude's hands fisted in the sheets, his knuckles white.
Erling pulled out suddenly, flipping Jude onto his back. He grabbed Jude's legs and pushed them up toward his chest, folding him in half. In this position, Erling could see Jude's face—see the tears in his eyes, the desperate need written across his features.
He pushed back in, the new angle letting him go even deeper. Jude's mouth fell open in a silent scream as Erling's cock pressed against his prostate again and again. The Norwegian leaned down, capturing Jude's lips in a messy kiss, their tongues sliding together.
"You feel so good," Erling murmured against Jude's mouth. "So fucking perfect around my cock. Like you were made for this."
He reached between them and pinched Jude's nipple again, twisting it hard. Jude's back arched, his cock jumping between them. Erling wrapped his hand around it again, stroking fast, but the moment Jude's breathing changed—signaling he was close—Erling stopped.
"Daddy, please," Jude begged, his voice wrecked. "I need to cum. I can't—fuck, I can't take it."
"You can," Erling said, his thrusts never slowing. "You're going to take everything I give you."
He pulled out again, this time flipping Jude onto his side. He lifted one of Jude's legs and pushed back in from behind, the new position letting him go even deeper. Jude's ass clenched around him, the tight heat almost too much to bear.
Erling reached around and grabbed Jude's cock again, but this time he didn't stroke it. He just held it, feeling it throb in his hand, feeling how close Jude was. Every time Jude tried to thrust into his grip, Erling pulled away.
"You're going to cum from my cock alone," Erling said, his voice low and commanding. "Going to cum untouched, just from getting fucked."
Jude moaned, the sound broken and desperate. Erling kept thrusting, his hips snapping forward with enough force to make Jude's body jerk. The Norwegian's free hand found Jude's throat, wrapping around it—not squeezing, just holding, feeling Jude's pulse race under his fingers.
"That's it," Erling encouraged, his thrusts getting erratic. "You're close, I can feel it. Cum for me, Jude. Cum on my cock."
Jude's whole body went rigid, his ass clenching around Erling's length as he came. His cock pulsed in Erling's hand, shooting ropes of cum across the sheets. The sight of it—Jude falling apart, completely undone—pushed Erling over the edge too.
He buried himself deep, his cock throbbing as he filled Jude's ass with cum. The Norwegian's hips jerked with each pulse, his grip on Jude's throat tightening just slightly before he let go.
They stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard, sweat-slicked skin pressed together. Erling slowly pulled out, watching his cum leak from Jude's hole. He reached down and pushed two fingers back inside, feeling the hot mess he'd made.
"Good boy," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Jude's shoulder. "You did so well for me."
Jude turned his head, seeking Erling's mouth. They kissed lazily, tongues sliding together, the taste of Erling's cum still lingering on Jude's lips. The Norwegian's fingers stayed inside Jude, gently working his cum deeper, keeping him full.
"Round two?" Erling asked against Jude's mouth, his cock already starting to harden again.
Jude smiled, exhausted but eager. "Always."