Once Henrik was able to slide one finger in and out with ease, he added a second, which actually felt a little better than one.
Henrik did something with his fingers then, changing the angle until he was rubbing a spot inside him repeatedly that had Johan trying to buck his hips. He could hardly breathe with his face smothered by Elias’ behind, but who needed to breathe anyway?
“Are you ready, Johan?” Henrik asked, his voice husky with desire.
Elias lifted slightly off Johan’s face, and he took a deep inhale.
“Yes,” he gasped.
“Would you like to be inside Elias while I’m inside you?”
Johan looked between both of them in surprise because he didn’t know that was something they could do.
“We are going to blow you away,” Elias said, grinning.
Johan nodded enthusiastically and that was all the encouragement Elias required before he scrambled to straddle Johan’s hips.
Elias closed his eyes, a brief look of concentration indicating his use of magic to lubricate himself and then he was reaching back to line up Johan’s cock with his hole.
Johan whimpered as Elias lowered himself, taking the larger man’s length with ease. Johan could hardly believe it was only earlier that day he’d had Elias this way. The sensation of the elf’s tight body wrapped around his cock was somehow already familiar and something Johan was certain would always take him by surprise.
When Elias was fully seated, he remained still and gave Henrik the opportunity to get into position.
The other elf kneeled in the space between Johan’s legs and caressed a hand down Elias’ back before gripping Johan’s thigh with one hand and using the other to push the head of his cock inside Johan’s entrance.
Johan liked it, the swollen tip of Henrik’s cock gave him the sensation of fullness without the discomfort of knuckles, and he knew then that he was going to enjoy this a lot.
“Is that okay?” Henrik checked in.
Johan nodded reflexively but found some words after all “Yes. Better than the fingers, I think… maybe I don’t like fingers,” Johan muttered before gasping as Elias suddenly rose up his shaft and bounced back down again, sending little bolts of lightning all through his body.
Henrik pushed all the way in, then, and he and Elias took it in turns, driving Johan wild as they alternated between Henrik thrusting in and out and Elias riding him.
Johan could hardly think. It was overwhelming. “I don’t—I can’t—Oh!” Johan clamped his hands on Elias’ hips, holding him down and stilling him with his eyes scrunched closed.
“Too much?” Elias asked, reaching out to massage Johan’s hairy chest and rubbing a thumb over a peaked nipple.
“I…” Johan nodded his head, then shook his head, then made a frustrated growling sound as he struggled to get his throat to form words.
Elias climbed off him and Johan’s cock slapped against his stomach aggressively. “Turn onto your side,” Elias instructed.
They rearranged themselves so that Johan faced Elias on his side, and they kissed until Johan was finally able to think again. Henrik slid in behind Johan, kissing the back of his neck and shoulder as his hand reached down to rub over Johan’s hole.
Johan moaned when Henrik replaced his fingers again with his cock and sank into him once more. It felt different this way, still amazing but slightly less intense.
“Can you use your hand?” Elias asked Johan. “Mine won’t fit around us both.”
Johan reached down and took them in hand, both of them moaning in relief when Johan tightened his grip. As Johan worked them closer to release, Henrik continued to rock into Johan with a steady rhythm, stroking a hand down Johan’s flank before kissing his shoulder with such tenderness that Johan could have wept.
“You feel so good, Johan. I don’t ever want to leave your body.”
The praise did something to Johan. By letting Henrik in, emotionally and physically, he’d given his lover something he’d never given anyone, and Johan felt so many things at once that he couldn’t even name them all.
He turned his head, searching for Henrik’s lips. It was a sloppy kiss, desperate and uncoordinated as their arousal was ramped up high, but he tried to tell Henrik in that moment how much he meant to him, how grateful he was for this gift, how thankful he was to have these two chaotic elves in his life.
“I’m close, so close,” Henrik muttered into Johan’s mouth, their breath mingling.
“Yes,” Johan whispered, barely audible, but Henrik sped up, losing himself in Johan with such abandon that if Johan were a smaller man, he’d have been shaken like a doll.
