Elias was good at that. He often found ways of getting Henrik out of his own head so he couldn’t spiral too much about things outside of his control.
By the time they clambered back over the wall and tumbled through the back door, Johan and Elias had wound each other up so much that Johan carried the smaller elf up the stairs with their lips fused together and hands roaming everywhere.
Henrik enjoyed the view of them together. He remained fully clothed as he watched them undress each other frantically. With every item of clothing removed, lips found bare skin and licked and sucked wherever they landed.
It was desire, Henrik thought. Desire for the body, yes, but also desire for connection in a moment where they feared for their future.
When they were both completely naked, Johan sank to his knees before Elias and gazed up at him.
“What do you want?” Elias asked, threading his slim fingers through Johan’s hair.
Johan looked over at Henrik, eyes begging for what he wanted, and Henrik wondered if Johan had access to magic himself, because it was as though the words were being shouted into his head.
Henrik undressed slowly as he walked to join them. He left his breeches on, though, and barely stifled a laugh at Johan’s disgruntled expression.
“You’d like to put your mouth on us both, is that right? You want to know what it feels like when Elias’ cock hits the back of your throat, stealing your air for a moment?” Henrik asked.
Johan closed his eyes and whimpered, nodding his head.
“That’s what you wanted to try? This?” Elias held his cock out, tapping the reddened tip against Johan’s lips until he opened up and licked the bead of precum from the head.
Henrik finally undid his breeches and was about to stroke himself to his full length, but Johan dived for him, then started gobbling up his semi-soft cock like he was just too hungry to wait. The elf’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. While unskilled, Johan’s mouth was warm, wet, and enthusiastic.
Elias lazily stroked himself as he watched Johan, his dark eyes flooded with desire. Johan shifted and took Henrik in hand as he turned his attention back to Elias.
Henrik loved how quickly Johan had learned what Elias liked best, bypassing his length at first and tonguing and sucking on Elias’ balls until he moaned.
Reaching out to take Elias’ hand and interlock their fingers, Henrik grunted in surprise when Johan’s mouth was suddenly wrapped around his cockhead again. Using his other hand, Henrik carded his fingers through Johan’s hair, and the large shoemaker went pliant under his touch. It was a heady experience for Henrik.
Alternating his efforts, Johan would get one of them close to the edge before swapping to the other, until saliva dripped down his chin and the two elves were trembling with the need for release.
Johan worshipped Henrik with his mouth. Put aside his fears of not being good enough, not being skilled enough, and did everything he could to bring Henrik more pleasure than he could handle.
“Gods, Johan. Your tongue… Yes. Right… there.” Without meaning to, Henrik gripped Johan’s hair and kept him in place until he erupted onto Johan’s tongue.
Henrik was still shaking from his orgasm as he watched Johan turn to face Elias with his mouth open and his tongue out as Elias furiously stroked himself to completion.
“You beautiful, filthy man, kjære. I. Love. It.” Elias grunted before his own cum spurted out, landing on Johan’s waiting tongue, his chin, and his cheeks.
The shoemaker’s lips were rosy and swollen, cum painted his face, and he looked happier and more at peace than Henrik had ever seen him. Elias was right, Johan was a beautiful, filthy man and Henrik was falling hard for him.
O
ver the next several days, or nights, rather, the three of them began sneaking out of the shop before the sun rose with as much as they could carry, moving their belongings to what they hoped would be their new home and a safe haven away from the Queen’s watchful eye.
During the day, they took it in turns to sleep while two of them minded the shop. Henrik desperately missed spending his nights curled up with Johan and Elias, but he knew this would be worth it in the end.
They couldn’t afford to sleep during the night, sure that if the Queen’s men were to act, it would be under the cover of darkness, so the three of them remained vigilant from sunset to sunup.
Exhausted from broken sleep, suddenly becoming nocturnal, and the fear that if they didn’t move fast enough the Queen would strike at them like a waiting python had Henrik and Elias sniping at each other more than usual.
“Did it not occur to you that we should be prioritising moving things like tools rather than your clothing collection?” Henrik griped as Elias neatly folded his clothes and stuffed them into his bag.
“Tell me, are a hammer and lapstone going to keep me warm and prevent me from freezing to death in a wooden hut during winter?”
“Ahh yes, because thin cotton bed shorts will be the deciding factor in your survival of the winter.” Henrik rolled his eyes.
Instead of receiving the smart remark that Henrik expected, Elias threw his bag down and stomped out of the flat.
