Elias threw the words out so easily, and yet they rooted in Johan’s heart and bloomed into the brightest flower. Tried tocourt him? He spent his entire days studying these two men, there’s no way he would have missed that. Unless…
“These?” Johan tugged at his nightshirt.
“Yes! Elves do not make clothes without payment unless they’re courting. Or in slavery, I guess,” he added.
Johan pointed at himself. “Not an elf.”
“No. Rik pointed that out when you didn’t seem to understand what we were doing. I thought this might be obvious enough, though, no?” Elias beamed, and Johan laughed until his shoulders shook. Only Elias would leap from making clothes to sucking Johan’s cock with nothing in between.
“This was his idea, not mine,” Henrik hastily added, which only made Johan laugh harder.
“I know.” He stroked the strands of hair that had come loose from Elias’ hair tie and smiled up at him fondly. How did a person go through what he had and remain such a ray of sunshine?
Johan’s gaze dropped to Elias’ lips all of a sudden, and it felt very important that after everything that had just happened, they couldn’t leave this bed without having kissed.
Johan tapped on Elias’ full bottom lip with his index finger, but the elf didn’t understand and tried to playfully bite it.
Luckily, Henrik seemed to always manage to read Johan’s mind. “You’d like to kiss Eli?”
Johan nodded but pointed to Henrik too, wanting it to be clear that he didn’t only desire Elias.
“Kiss Henrik first,” Elias said. “He’s been patient for you.”
The implication that Henrik had desired this for a while wasn’t lost on Johan, and he filed that information away to think on later.
He sat up and tugged Henrik closer, but he still had a worried look on his face like he wasn’t entirely sure if Johan really wanted to kiss him.
Johan couldn’t have that.
Grabbing him by the hips, Johan lifted Henrik and placed him on his lap so they were face-to-face, Henrik straddling him. A blush creeped over Henrik’s cheeks because neither of them had anything on below their nightshirts and their soft cocks pressed together in a way that somehow felt more intimate than what they’d just done.
Johan reached up and cupped Henrik’s face. He stroked his thumbs along his high, sharp cheekbones all the way to his pointed ears. Johan continued, running his finger to the tip of his ear. They were beautiful, just like Henrik.
Johan took a moment to really study Henrik’s face. His usual slightly stern expression had given way to something so vulnerable that Johan wanted to bundle him up with blankets and protect him forever. His chest ached with the need.
With one hand, Johan pulled Henrik’s face towards his, the other pressed over Henrik’s heart. For some reason, Johan needed to be able to feel the rhythmic beating of it under his palm.
Johan had never kissed anyone before, and the first press of Henrik’s soft pink lips against his sent what felt like a bolt of lightning through his chest.
Henrik sort of melted into him, suddenly relaxed in Johan’s arms with his hands sliding from his shoulders to his chest as they tasted one another.
Henrik’s tongue swiped at the seam of Johan’s lips, and he opened for him without hesitation. The moment their tongues touched, Johan began to harden again. It occurred to him that the unfamiliar taste on Henrik’s lips was his own release and the thought only served to arouse him more.
When Henrik started to pull away, Johan couldn’t help but chase his lips for more. Henrik was smiling, though, a smile so soft that Johan hardly recognised him with it.
Henrik reached for Elias then, and pressed their lips together briefly before guiding Elias’ face to Johan’s.
“Rik has magical lips, doesn’t he?” Elias whispered, nothing but space for breath between them. “When he kisses me, I feel like I could take on the world. Can I kiss you, too?”
Johan didn’t answer with words; he reached for Elias and pushed his hands up the back of his nightshirt to tug him closer before taking him in a fierce kiss. He was rougher with Elias in a way that felt right for them.
Elias moaned into Johan’s mouth, and he wanted to swallow every sound he made. The musky taste of Henrik’s cum still on Elias’ lips made the kiss even more intoxicating.
In true Elias style, he arranged himself so that he was sitting on Johan’s lap in front of Henrik, who peppered kisses along Elias’ neck. Elias quickly returned to pillaging Johan’s mouth with a ferocity that Johan could only expect from the fierce elf.
Once Elias' chin was reddened from the friction of Johan’s beard, and they were both panting for breath, Elias collapsed forward, pressing his pointed ear to Johan’s heart like he could hear how fast it was beating. Like a mirror, Henrik rested his head on the other side, facing Elias. He lifted Elias’ hand to his mouth and began leaving gentle kisses to each of his fingertips in the most adoring way.
As arousing as it had been to hear the two of them when they were intimate downstairs, seeing them so affectionate and loving to one another was something Johan couldn’t peel his eyes away from.
