Johan groaned and lifted his arms that had been wrapped around the elves up to cover his face with his hands. Henrik really didn’t like embarrassing Johan, but it was like he was trapped in a maze and wasn’t sure how they could all find their way out unscathed.
“It’s okay,” Elias insisted. “Look, it’s completely normal. See?” Elias then knelt beside Johan and tugged his hand from his face so he could see where Elias was equally hard.
Henrik was fairly certain he’d entered into one of his more absurd erotic dreams involving the three of them.
“I bet Rik is just as stiff,” Elias added unhelpfully. “There’s rarely a morning I don’t wake up with his cock prodding me in the back.”
This time it was Henrik’s turn to groan. What had gotten into Elias today? They were supposed to be wooing Johan, not frightening him off with their morning erections.
“Johan?” Henrik croaked. Johan peered at him between the gaps of his fingers, and Henrik blew out a breath. “Would you like us to leave your bed?”
Elias made a noise of protest but quietened when Henrik gave him a stern look.
Johan shook his head but was still hiding his face.
“Does it bother you, when we’re… like this?” Henrik nudged his hips forward slightly into Johan’s hip to explain what “this” was.
Johan slowly shook his head again and swallowed.
“We could help. If you wanted?” Elias suggested.
“Help?” Johan rasped.
“We could touch you. Make you feel good.” Elias’ voice was breathy, and his eyes were hooded with lust.
Henrik was certain the same words from his own lips would sound stilted and silly, but from Elias they were a warm, inviting promise.
Johan whimpered but dropped his hand to peek at Elias.
There could be no doubt as to what they were asking permission for. “Touch you here.” Henrik pressed his palm over Johan’s cock and dared to leave it there. “Is this okay?”
Johan nodded and Henrik pressed down a little firmer, gently rubbing him through his nightclothes until the larger man whimpered.
Elias, the impatient little elf that he was, batted Henrik’s hands out of the way so he could tug down Johan’s trousers and free him.
Henrik had always found Elias’ cock to be quite beautiful, it was long and slender like he was. Johan’s cock wasn’t beautiful, it was mouth-watering. It was slightly thicker at the base, and aprominent vein ran along the shaft, leading to a swollen red tip that Henrik wanted desperately to taste.
“Wow,” Elias said, echoing Henrik’s thoughts.
As Henrik began to stroke him, Elias reached down and tugged gently on Johan’s balls. Johan moaned so loudly that he bit down on his own hand to stifle it.
“You don’t need to be quiet, Johan. You should hear Eli when I stroke him. Back in the mill, I had to cover his mouth with my hand to keep him quiet,” Henrik explained.
“I… I have,” Johan said. “And… and you,” he added.
Henrik couldn’t help but chuckle at that. He and Elias had thought they were being quiet when they’d lain together this way, but evidently not.
“Did you ever… touch yourself when you could hear us?” Elias asked even as he continued to play with Johan’s sack.
Johan groaned and covered his face with his hands again, which was all the admission they required.
“The thought of you up here stroking yourself while you listened to us makes me ache.” Elias practically panted and pressed a palm down on his own erection. “Can I put my mouth on you?”
“Yes,” Johan whispered.
Elias didn’t hesitate, shuffling down so he was practically straddling Johan’s leg before he wrapped those perfect pink lips around the tip as Henrik continued to stroke him. Elias moaned and then turned to face Henrik. “You have to taste him, Rik,” he said before kissing him. Elias’ lips and tongue were salty and musky, and he was right, Henrik did need a taste.
Mirroring his lover, Henrik lay against Johan’s other leg and bobbed his head down at least half of Johan’s length and sucked him hard. His mouth was so full, and he loved it. He loved watching as Eli ground down on Johan’s leg, chasing friction to make himself feel good as he pressed his tongue to Johan’s sack.The two of them took it in turns, alternating between taking Johan’s hard length into their mouths and sucking and swirling their tongues around his balls in a way that made Johan buck his hips.
