Page 56 of The Elves and the Shoemaker
Johan nodded but couldn’t make eye contact.
Henrik gulped. “You are sure?”
“Of course he is sure, look how hard he is.” Elias smirked, and Johan tried to cover his cock where the evidence of his arousal was impossible to ignore, beads of precum already leaking from the tip.
Henrik licked his lips, nothing but desire in those intense amber eyes. “Okay… lie on your back, I think,” he instructed, and Johan was grateful to the elf for taking charge.
Johan kind of just wanted to lie back and be made to feel good, but maybe that was a bit selfish of him. He lay in the centre of their bed completely naked and was surprised to find a lot of his nerves had sort of evaporated. Henrik stared at Johan with such hunger that any doubts about whether Henrik really wanted to do this were nowhere to be found.
The first time Johan had seen Henrik take Elias this way, it had altered something in his brain. Elias had almost turned into this vessel of pleasure, nothing to think about aside from feeling good and allowing his lover to chase that same ecstasy inside him.
Johanwanted.
He’d envied Elias in that moment. It had planted a seed of desire in his mind, and he’d finally found the words to ask for it, trusting Henrik with his entire heart and body to take care of him through it.
“Eli, can you roll up the blanket?”
Henrik stroked gentle hands up and down Johan’s thighs lovingly while Elias did as he asked.
“Lift your hips,” Elias instructed before stuffing the rolled-up blanket under Johan. “Are you comfortable?”
Johan nodded.
“Can I use magic on you? It will make you kind of wet inside so that I don’t hurt you,” Henrik explained.
There was a pause as Johan momentarily recalled Elias’ hands on his face as he used magic to put Johan to sleep, but he pushed the memory away. They’d made amends. Neither of them would use magic against him again.
“Yes,” Johan replied.
Placing his hands on Johan’s hips, Henrik closed his eyes and concentrated until Johan began to feel a warm liquid in his passage.
“Oh... that feels… strange.” Johan blushed, but Henrik looked pleased that it’d worked.
“I’ve never done that for someone else before.”
“You will be very glad of it.” Elias chuckled as he carded his slim fingers through Johan’s hair in a way that made Johan feel cherished.
Rubbing his finger over Johan’s hole until some of the liquid leaked out, Henrik massaged it over his rim. It felt nice—tender and loving.
“When he pushes his finger in, try to push it out. It will help,” Elias explained.
Henrik pressed a slim digit inside, and Johan scrunched his face up unhappily. It didn’t feel like he imagined it would.
“Am I hurting you? Should I stop?”
“No… just… um… odd? Distract me?” He directed the latter question to Elias.
Elias grinned mischievously. “I would love to distract you. I could use my mouth on you?”
Johan shook his head and blushed again before he asked, “Can I… use my mouth… here.” He brushed a finger down Elias’ crease, and the elf’s eyes turned molten.
“Oh kjære, that is no hardship.” Elias sort of wiggled on the spot in excitement before hooking a leg over Johan’s head and taking a seat on this throne.
Johan immediately began showering his hole with attention, and Elias moaned out, “Gods, yes!”
He loved the way Elias’ pucker would try to clench around his tongue. Loved squeezing his cheeks apart to delve in as far as he could.
With Elias to focus on, he found his mind less conscious of the slim finger penetrating him.
