Henrik savoured every little sound that fell from Johan’s usually silent lips and hoarded them in his mind like a dragon who coveted gold. A thrill shot down Henrik’s spine at how the two of them were able to make the usually stoic shoemaker come undone.
Eventually, while Henrik had his lips wrapped tightly around the tip of Johan’s cock, Johan threaded his fingers through Henrik’s hair and held him there. He didn’t apply any pressure, and Henrik could have pulled off if he wished. It was Johan’s way of asking him to keep going, to stop teasing him and take him over the edge into release.
Elias reached out his hand and threaded it with Henrik’s as he rutted against Johan’s leg in a desperate rhythm. Without meaning to, Henrik’s own hips had begun to thrust, chasing the friction of Johan’s firm thigh against his length as he sucked and moaned around Johan’s delicious cock.
When Elias had finally run out of patience, he tugged down his shorts and stroked himself furiously until he erupted and his release shot all over Johan, some spurts even landing on Henrik’s hand, which he lapped up.
Evidently the sight of Elias letting go was Johan’s undoing because his cock swelled and pulsed until Henrik’s mouth was filled with Johan’s warm seed, and he gobbled it down greedily.
Johan and Elias were both panting from ecstasy but Henrik’s cock still ached painfully. Before he even had a chance to stroke himself, Elias tackled him to the mattress and crawled down his body. Suddenly Henrik’s night shorts were gone and his cock was engulfed in the warm heat of Elias’ mouth.
It was familiar and wonderful and Elias could play Henrik’s body like a fiddle. He took Henrik deeply, letting his cockhead hit the back of his throat before swallowing around him and tugging on his balls just roughly enough to hurt Henrik the way he loved.
Henrik knew he wouldn’t last long, and he was correct; it felt like Elias had only had his lips on him for less than a minute when his body began to shake and tremble. Henrik grunted and grabbed for Johan’s hand as he came, flooding his lover’s mouth with the evidence of his complete bliss.
Henrik went boneless as Elias rested his head on his thigh. Johan’s other hand began to stroke the sweaty hair from his face like Henrik was his to cherish. He wasn’t sure what this would all mean for the three of them, but right in that moment, Henrik was content with feeling whole and bone-deep happiness for possibly the first time in his entire life.
Fourteen
Johan
J
ohan was fairly certain he’d died and gone to heaven. And he was not perturbed by the thought, if this was what eternal life looked like.
A few years earlier in the summertime, Johan had been unable to sleep one night and had taken a walk through town. When he’d heard strange noises drifting from a narrow alleyway, he’d peered around the corner and seen a man on his knees hungrily swallowing down the cock of a passing tradesman who’d been in his shoe shop the day prior.
He’d stood there for a few seconds in stunned silence before he’d practically sprinted home with a pounding heart.
For years, Johan had wondered what it might feel like to have someone’s mouth on him that way and his imagination hadn’t done it justice.
Regardless of whether anything happened between the three of them ever again, the feel of Henrik and Elias using their skilled mouths and tongues to pleasure him was a warm, wet ecstasy that would be burned into Johan’s mind until he died.
Johan was aware that people had sometimes found him attractive, he could feel the way their eyes raked over him, but nobody had ever remained interested after they’d discovered he couldn’t actually speak to them.
Having people you cared about who’d taken the time to know you even without your words was a revelation to Johan, and even as the sweat that covered his skin began to cool, Johan had never felt warmer.
Elias shuffled up from Henrik’s thigh until he was squished between his lovers, and he felt a little chilled now, so Johan reached for the blanket and covered them all.
“Was that okay?” Elias peered up at Johan from where his head was resting on Johan’s chest.
Johan snorted at that. He was fairly sure he’d never been more okay in his life. But he also felt like he should confess something to the two of them, and in the afterglow of release, he found his words weren’t quite as stuck in his throat as they often were.
“I’ve never… Before,” he confessed.
“With a man?” Elias asked.
“Anyone,” Johan admitted.
“Do you regret it?” Henrik sounded timid.
Johan shook his head. He would treasure this moment with the two of them forever, he knew that much.
“Why… me?”
The two elves sat up slightly at the question, four amber eyes stared at him incredulously like he was the most oblivious man in the world.
“We like you, Johan. You’re a kind and beautiful person. Inside and out. Why not you? And well… we tried to court you,” Elias explained. “But I don’t think you noticed.”
