Page 31 of The Elves and the Shoemaker
Johan gulped nervously but nodded again.
“Do you know how men sometimes lie together?” Elias asked, trailing a finger down Johan’s chest.
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“I
… think so,” Johan replied.
It had been a long time since Elias had been intimate in the way he most enjoyed. He and Rik had attempted it once during captivity, but without oil or magic to create a smooth glide, it had been painful, so they hadn’t tried again.
“I would like for Henrik to find his pleasure inside of me. But I’d also like to kiss you and touch you at the same time. I’d like for us all to feel good together,” Elias explained, already stiff from the thought alone.
Johan nodded. “I’d… I’d like that.”
Elias smiled. He was never happier than when he got exactly what he desired.
Henrik kissed and licked down Elias’ neck to his shoulder. He reached forward to lift Elias’ leg and hike it up over Johan’s hip. Elias loved being manhandled, loved being positioned like a doll and taken.
Elias leaned forward to capture Johan’s lips and groaned into the larger man’s mouth when Henrik rubbed his fingers over his hole.
It had been so, so long.
Closing his eyes, he concentrated on magic, shaping it and forming it in his mind until he felt some of the slick substance leak from him. Henrik must have felt it because he didn’t hesitate to press his finger in, slipping in easily and lighting Elias up from the inside. After so long, it was both too much and not enough. Completely overwhelmed, he lightly bit into Johan’s full bottom lip until the shoemaker whimpered.
Elias bucked his hips, which bumped his erection into Johan’s. He kept going, rhythmically gyrating and chasing after any pressure that felt good until Henrik added two more fingers and rubbed that spot inside Elias that had him writhing.
“Yes, Rik. Right there, please.” Just as he begged, Henrik stopped, and he let out a frustrated humph.
When Elias felt the tip of Henrik’s cock nudging against his entrance, though, he gripped Johan’s arm to brace himself, his fingers leaving little white marks on Johan’s skin.
Henrik pushed in slowly, and Elias loved every moment of it. The stretch was blissful, and the intimacy of having his lover deep inside him soothed a part of Elias’ soul.
This was something else he hadn’t even realised had been stolen from him, and reclaiming it had Elias soaring. He deserved this. Deserved to make love the way he desired, deserved to have his lovers make his body sing for them. He deserved to feelgood.
“How does… it feel?” Johan asked.
For once it was Elias who struggled to find the words. “Like… Like I could”—Elias grunted when Henrik thrust into him—“fly. Like I’m… finally alive.” Elias gasped and let his head fall forward against Johan’s chest.
He kissed the shoemaker’s chest and flicked his tongue against his stiffened nipple. Johan gripped the back of his head and held him there. Encouraged, Elias kept going, licking and sucking on Johan’s skin and nipples until all he could do was cling on for dear life when Henrik finally gave him what he wanted. Henrik drove his hips forward, ploughing into him over and over again, hitting that perfect spot.
Johan reached between them and took Elias’ and his own length into his tight fist, rubbing their cocks together in a way that made every thought Elias had ever had, empty from his head.
He came suddenly and without thought, spraying his release over Johan’s cock and hand while Henrik continued to chase his own pleasure inside him. His entire body shook and trembled at the force of it.
“You feel… incredible, Eli. Gods, how are you real?” Henrik garbled out as Elias’ hole clenched around him. It didn’t take long before Henrik groaned, and Elias felt the warmth of his seed filling him.
Johan let go of Elias’ length and reached between the elf’s legs until he could feel where Henrik and Elias remained connected. Johan scrunched his eyes shut and whimpered before using his other hand to take himself roughly, furiously stroking his cock until he joined them in ecstasy and shook through his orgasm. He was beautiful like that. All the usual strain of worry nowhere to be found and replaced with blissful rapture that transformed him.
Henrik began to pull out, but Elias reached back and stopped him. “Wait, friðill. Stay inside me a little longer,” he asked. After waiting so long, he wasn’t ready to be empty again so soon. Wanted to relish in the feeling a little longer.
Henrik obliged, pushing back deep inside him and wrapping an arm around Elias’ chest. Johan leaned forward and kissedthem both, smiling shyly before pulling them both into an embrace.
“Will you take me like this one day?” Elias asked Johan.
He looked worried and opened his mouth a few times, but he clearly didn’t have his words just then.
