The temperature surrounding them rose slightly, and Johan smiled. This use of magic he could get on board with.
“Can I… I mean, can we? Um… what are we doing?” Elias asked breathlessly, clearly overcome with arousal but aware that his previous advances had been denied.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart. You can have whatever you want.” Johan reached for Elias’ face and pulled his lips to his own to kiss him again.
“Will you… will you take me, Johan? Make love to me?”
“Yes, Elias. Because I do, you know, love you. I love you so much. Even when I can’t find the words, it’s there in my heart.”
Elias released a sob at that, shaking like a leaf in Johan’s arms even as he frantically undid Johan’s breaches to pull his stiffened cock free.
With their lips fused together, Elias stood on his knees before reaching back to guide Johan into his warm heat. He was so tight and wet and perfect that Johan had to scrunch his eyes shut not to lose himself right away.
“Johan?”
“Mmm?”
“I love you, too. My heart is divided in two and neither belongs to me anymore.” Elias gasped as he sank lower. “It is battered and bruised but it’s yours and Rik’s.”
Johan had never experienced such an onslaught of emotion. He was sure it must be bursting from his skin because there was too much of it.
“We’ll take care of it,” Johan promised.
“I know.”
Johan helped guide Elias up and down his length in a slow but perfect rhythm as they made their way back to one another. With Elias’ magic it was like existing in a warm bubble he never wanted to leave. Johan’s imagination had conjured up some vivid scenarios of his first time entering another man, but nothing compared to the reality of being welcomed into the tight warmth of someone he loved.
He hoped Henrik wouldn’t feel disappointed that they’d done this without him, but he also knew that the two of them needed this. Henrik had nothing to do with what had fractured between them, and so they had to repair this between themselves. Johan had needed space, and Elias had given him that at the expense of himself.
It would take physically reconnecting and intimacy for Elias to feel secure again, and Johan wouldn’t be so cruel as to deny him that, and maybe Johan needed it too. More than he’d realised.
So, he made love to Elias, he poured his heart into every brush of skin against skin, kissed and treasured Elias everywhere his lips could reach, and he lost himself in Elias’ body. In Elias’ love.
The friction of Elias’ grinding up and down his cock was too exquisite, and while Johan wanted the moment to last forever, he knew he could only fight his release for so long.
“You feel too good, too perfect. I won’t last much longer.” He moaned when Elias clenched around him.
Johan feared that he might never want to leave Elias’ body again, and the fact Elias would likely let him stay was intoxicating.
It was a feeling like no other. So exquisite he could taste it on his tongue, felt parts of himself come alive in an explosion of sensation.
He scratched his beard against Elias’ naked chest, reddening the skin and then swirled his tongue around Elias’ budding nipple.
Johan would never get over the way Elias gave himself to his lovers. Gifted them his body and trusted that they’d do everything they could to pleasure him and use him just the way he adored. It was a beautiful thing to witness.
“Let go, kjære. I want to feel it, want to—” Elias gasped as he sank all the way down. “Need you to fill me. Mark me as yours from the inside.”
Elias leaned back slightly and braced one hand behind him on Johan’s knee, using the other to stroke himself hard and fast, all the while continuing to ride Johan so hard he could hardly form a coherent thought.
It was all too much, too perfect, and too everything, and Johan erupted. He practically shouted Elias’ name as he held him downon his cock, trapping his release inside his lover while his body trembled from what Johan could only describe as a spiritual experience.
Elias followed Johan into bliss almost immediately, cum shooting from the head of his cock all over Johan’s hairy stomach before he collapsed forward, his chest heaving.
“Please. Tell. Me. We’ll be. Doing. A lot more. Of that,” Elias panted.
Johan chuckled a little hysterically and wrapped his arms tightly around Elias’ back.
“Our new house might never get built now,” he replied.
