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y lunchtime that day, Johan was fairly certain he’d never been touched so much in his entire life. They had taken it in turns for one of them to mind the front shop, which had a steady stream of customers all morning, while the other two would busy themselves making shoes in the workshop.
Johan wasn’t sure if this was an elf thing or an Elias and Henrik thing, but they kind of rubbed themselves against him a lot like cats. When they passed Johan, they’d press into him and butt their heads against his arm. While it bewildered Johan, he found their affection towards him adorable, and like a dehydrated plant, he lapped it up.
Stomach grumbling, Johan closed up the shop for lunch and headed back up the stairs to where his elves were putting some food out. They both grinned at him when he stepped into the kitchen, as though his mere presence brightened their day, and Johan was becoming increasingly certain that he’d bashed his head and this was all a very vivid dream.
Taking a seat, Johan watched them as they navigated their way comfortably around his kitchen. Henrik sat next to him, but Elias took him by surprise when, instead of taking the third seat, he walked around, lifted up Johan’s arm from the table and settled himself on Johan’s knee.
Henrik smiled conspiratorially with Johan. “Eli is very needy. You have to tell him very bluntly when you require space.”
“It’s true, I am. I cannot fathom why anyone would want space from me, but alas, I have pushed Rik to his limits on more than one occasion.” Elias continued to eat his lunch, content to use Johan’s lap as a chair.
Johan couldn’t quite imagine ever being sick of having Elias in his space, but his words were gone. In fact, he’d been struggling a lot with them that day. Instead, he wrapped his arm around Elias’ waist and kissed his shoulder. It wasn’t lost on Johan thathow they were acting with him and the words they used implied a continuation from what had begun that morning. Something Johan yearned for more than sex. Companionship and intimacy. To be seen and understood and maybe even one day, loved.
While the two elves chatted happily about this and that—shoes they wanted to design, areas of the shop they could apply magic to for improvements—Johan just basked in the warmth of it all as he ate.
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short while before they usually shut up the shop for the day, Elias and Henrik had excused themselves and headed upstairs to Johan’s home.Theirhome now, Johan supposed. They hadn’t talked about it, but Johan had spotted them throughout the day taking their belongings upstairs.
It made him smile. He wasn’t sure if they thought he wouldn’t notice or that they just knew him well enough to be reassured that he wouldn’t mind. Either way, the thought of his home being their home, a wardrobe filled with their clothes and signs of life beyond his own, soothed the ache of loneliness Johan had felt in his heart for so long.
When the shop was closed and he’d swept up and tidied everything away, Johan was not disappointed with what he found upon opening the door to his home.
Elias and Henrik were both naked, standing by the fire as they washed each other from a pot of warm water. Johan held his breath as he watched them in the soft glow of the oil lamp.
They were both stunning in their own way. Henrik was taller and sharper looking with lean muscles that covered his body. Itwas as though he considered every single movement he made, and it was purposeful, graceful.
Elias, on the other hand, was less inhibited. Johan could see how comfortable he was in his own skin and how he moved without any self-consciousness. While still slim, he’d gained weight since they’d met, and it had softened him.
Johan sucked in a breath when Henrik pressed the damp wash cloth between Elias’ cheeks causing him to moan softly. Henrik had a knowing smile, and Johan felt a pang of envy at how well Henrik knew Elias’ body, and he didn’t.
A bone-deep thirst made Johan desperate to know every single thing that made them feel good. He wanted to know where and how they liked to be touched. What made them whimper, what made them moan. He wanted to taste their skin and feast on them both.
Elias opened his eyes and smiled at Johan. “Come join us,” he said.
When Johan was within reaching distance, Elias began unbuttoning his waistcoat and lifted his undershirt while Henrik undid his trousers and pulled them down. They efficiently had him naked in under a minute. He didn’t feel exposed or vulnerable, though. The way their eyes devoured him made him feel like a prized painting. The roaring fire had the room at an ambient temperature, and Johan was pretty thrilled to be standing there naked with two beautiful elves.
They both took a cloth from the basin, and Johan blinked back tears when Henrik rubbed the cloth against the skin of his chest, just as Elias did the same on his back.
He kept expecting to feel self-conscious. Johan looked nothing like the elves; where they were small and slight; he was big and bulky. They had smooth, nearly hairless skin, whereas Johan’s chest and stomach were covered in soft brown hairs. But Johan was used to communicating without words, and the hunger anddesire he saw in both of their eyes was louder than if they’d shouted it to him.
They took their time washing him. Gentle roaming hands caressed him from head to toe until he feared his skin might actually set alight from the blaze of arousal in his stomach.
After, when they were all clean and dry, Elias took Johan and Henrik by the hand and guided them to the bed.
Elias lay down on his side and Henrik tucked himself in behind him. Johan wasn’t sure where he was supposed to be but Elias patted the bed to his front, so Johan lay and faced them.
It was nothing shy of surreal to have two stunning, naked elves in his bed, staring at him with bright, eager eyes.
Henrik reached over Elias and brushed his fingertips over Johan’s cheek. “We need to find a way for you to tell us if you feel uncomfortable when you cannot find the words.”
Johan’s immediate reaction was that they would never make him uncomfortable, but then he thought maybe they needed the reassurance that he could let them know if that was the case.
Johan clicked his fingers twice and nodded at them.
“If we need to stop or pause, you will click your fingers twice?” Henrik confirmed.
