If there was one thing Sören Sigurðsson hated, it was thunderstorms.
He spent the first twenty-one years of his life in Akureyri, Iceland, which got a fair amount of rain every year, but thunder was a rare occurrence in Iceland - enough so that Sören could see why the Vikings worshiped its personification as a god.
Since he'd moved to the States, spring and summer here in New England were full of storms, something he wasn't used to and still hadn't quite gotten used to it three years later. As an artist, Sören wanted to like the storms aesthetically - he enjoyed photos of lightning streaking the skies, and distant thunder was strangely soothing. But when it was very close by, like it was tonight, the loud explosions startled him over and over again, and whether it was irrational or not, he was paranoid that lightning might strike the house, or one of the nearby trees.
Mark was sleeping over tonight, and he and Anthony had been with Sören long enough to know how big thunderstorms sent Sören into panic and sensory overload. So Mark and Anthony built a fortress of blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace, and when the cats were fed and the human people - and one elf - were in their pajamas, they all climbed into the fort. The TV was on a sleep timer, but Sören wasn't really paying attention, rattled by the loud wind and thunder. Anthony cradled Sören against his chest - his pajama top was unbuttoned and Sören nuzzled his chest hair, which Sören always found comforting as well as sexy. As Sören snuggled in Anthony's arms, Mark rubbed Sören's back and skritched his beard like he was a cat.
"It's OK," Mark said in his soothing, velvet voice. "You're safe here with us. We've got you."
"The lightning won't hit us," Anthony said. "And if there's flash flooding, it won't affect us." Anthony leaned in to kiss Sören's brow, and his arms tightened around Sören, strong and reassuring. "It's wet out there, but warm and dry in here."
Sören was now relaxed just enough to make a crack. "Too bad."
Anthony and Mark quickly realized the innuendo and groaned in unison. "You're incorrigible," Anthony said with a grin.
"Takk."
Anthony chuckled and booped Sören's nose, then he and Mark exchanged glances - Sören knew they were taking his joke as a suggestion - and the thought of sex began to pull his mind away from the storm raging outside.
"We could definitely... make it rain." Mark gave them a pointed look.
Anthony's green eyes twinkled with mischief. "I'm down for some squirting."
Sören was definitely relaxing some more. "Hi Down For Some Squirting -"
Anthony tweaked Sören's nose just as Mark pulled off his T-shirt and flung it at Sören, who caught it and breathed in Mark's petrichor-and-musk scent.
Then Sören's breath hitched, his clit stiffening at the sight of Mark - unglamoured and glowing softly with waves of thick, silky black hair cascading down to his waist, chiseled pecs and biceps and abs, and his big nipples were hard and looked delicious. With a saucy grin Mark stood up and shucked his pajama bottoms, giving them a view of his bubble butt before he turned around and got back on the nest.
Sören gave an appreciative sigh once Anthony's pajamas were off, a beautiful contrast to Mark - muscular but with the beginning of a dad bod, a pelt of dark chest hair and hairy arms and legs, a sprinkling of freckles on his shoulders, warrior-like faded top surgery scars on his chest... a treasure trail leading down to a thick dark bush. Even with his short, greying black hair mussed, Anthony was a treat for the eyes. Sören wanted to lick him all over.
It was Sören's turn. He took down his man bun, letting his curly dark hair fall to his shoulders. He was lean and wiry and had no chest hair but he had more body hair than Mark, and a wild bush thicker than Anthony's. Once naked, he displayed full-sleeve tattoos - flames on his right arm, ocean waves on his left, leading out to a fire and water phoenix doing a mating dance on his back, a design inspired by his very first painting. Sören also had both his nipples pierced, and a horizontal clitoral hood piercing, a way of further making his body his own after top surgery and years of bottom growth. Bottom growth that was standing at attention now, aching for his men.
Anthony wolf-whistled and held out his arms. "C'mere, gorgeous."
Sören obediently went to him, and Anthony kissed him passionately. After a deep kiss, they kissed open-mouthed, tongues licking, rubbing. As they kissed, Sören's hands ran over Anthony's hairy chest, Sören thrilling to the feel of his body, and Anthony's thumbs rubbed Sören's nipples. Mark moaned, watching them. Then Anthony reached out, grabbed a handful of Mark's hair, and said, "You too." Mark chuckled in response.
Sören's cunt throbbed as Mark and Anthony kissed, and Sören leaned in to lap and suckle Mark's right nipple, then his left, making Mark groan into the kiss. Mark pulled Sören up and kissed him, tugging on Sören's nipple rings as Sören played with Mark's nipples. Anthony began kissing and licking Sören's neck, knowing how sensitive he was there - Sören almost came untouched, letting out an urgent cry.
"Mmmmm." Anthony kissed, licked and nibbled the sweet hollow where Sören's neck and shoulder met. "I think since you started it with your filthy, slutty mind, you should go first." With that, he gently pushed Sören back against the pillows. Sören grinned up at him and spread, letting Mark and Anthony get a good look at how drenched he was already.
But of course, Sören could get even wetter... and Anthony and Mark set out to do just that. They sucked on Sören's nipples at the same time, making Sören cry out and buck, arching to them. He writhed as their tongues teased his nipples, then their sweet lips latched onto them and sucked some more. Anthony yanked on a nipple ring with his teeth and then Mark did the same, before more tongue-fluttering and suckling, driving Sören wild with sensation. After a few more minutes of delicious nipple pleasure, they slid down, kissing and nibbling Sören's sensitive stomach, then his sides, hips and thighs. Sören's breath was ragged, and he heard himself making desperate little whimpers, so close to coming yet so far.
At long last Anthony took his first lick, his eyes locked with Sören's. After a few slow licks, his tongue lashed harder, faster. When he began sucking Sören's hard clit, rolling it around in his mouth like a piece of candy, Mark pushed two fingers inside. Sören gripped handfuls of the sheets, white-knuckled and trembling, as Anthony sucked his clit and Mark finger-fucked him - going out of his mind at the slurping, squishing noises. Before Sören could come, Anthony pulled back and gave a few more slow licks, making streamers with Sören's cream, and kissed Mark open-mouthed, making more streamers as their tongues played. Sören howled with frustration.
Anthony laughed softly and began to play with Sören's clit, pressing firmly with his hand and rubbing up and down, in circles, as Mark resumed fingering him, hitting that sweet spot over and over. As Sören got closer, Anthony took Sören's clit between his fingers, pinching it lightly and working his fingers back and forth, fucking it, and Mark put a third finger inside him. Then Anthony tugged Sören's clit with his thumb and finger, jerking it like it was a cock. Sören gave shuddery gasps in that moment of desperate urgency to climax but never wanting them to stop, each stroke taking him deeper and deeper into pleasure. The tension coiled through his stomach and thighs. Thunder rolled outside, lightning flashed through the curtains, but passion and hunger were all that existed.
Finally he was right there. Sören let out a pleading whimper, and his eyes met Anthony's again. "Daddy..."
Anthony grunted with satisfaction. "That's it, baby. Come for Daddy. Shoot that load, squirt all over us -"
Sören threw his head back with a wordless cry as he let go, coming hard. With each powerful contraction, clear liquid shot out, raining over Anthony and Mark, who lapped like they were drinking from a fountain. Once Sören was done squirting, Anthony and Mark kissed again, and another contraction went through Sören at the sight of it, the two making a sloppy mess with his cream as they savored the taste of him.
"Fuck, I'm horny." Anthony chuckled.
Mark smiled. "Your turn, then."
Anthony lay back with a big, cheesy grin on his face. Sören kissed him, tasting the lingering notes of his own cream, then Mark kissed Anthony, then Mark and Sören kissed, caressing each other's bodies - Anthony groaned as he watched them.
Sören set out to do exactly what he wanted to do - lick Anthony all over. Sören ran his tongue everywhere Anthony had hair - his arms, his chest, a bit of fuzz on his stomach, his treasure trail, his thighs and calves. Sören's fingers followed the path of his tongue, brushing over him slowly, giving Anthony gooseflesh. As Sören worshiped Anthony's masculine body, Mark sucked on Anthony's clit and fingered him. As intense as Sören's orgasm was, enjoying Anthony's body and hearing Anthony's moans and sighs got him worked up all over again.
When Sören got beside Mark, they kissed again, and Sören almost came as he tasted Anthony on Mark's tongue. Mark moved over slightly so Sören could have a better taste. Sören returned Anthony's teasing and licked at him slowly - after a few licks, Anthony growled and Sören gave him a naughty smile before continuing. Sören licked and licked, ever so slowly, making Anthony arch to him, quivering, panting. But at last Sören gave in, tongue lashing furiously before kissing it, sucking on it a bit, lapping at it again.
Sören licked and sucked as Mark worked two fingers in and out. Every now and again Mark pulled his fingers out for Sören to taste, sucking the juices off while Anthony watched, groaning. Once Sören felt Anthony tensing and saw that fevered look in his eyes, he knew Anthony was close and he pulled back. Sören played with Anthony's clit, fingers rubbing up and down, circles, before he pressed more firmly with his entire hand. Mark's fingers banged away, making wet squelching sounds. Anthony's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, and when he made a strangled sound Sören knew it was about to happen.
A few seconds later Anthony cried out and gasped for breath as his body spasmed and he shot a stream of hot, musky liquid, then another, and another. Sören held out his tongue - it went all over his face and torso, not just his mouth. Mark kissed him to taste it, their tongues licking sensually. Sören glanced over and watched Anthony, cunt still contracting, clit twitching with each pulse, and Sören's own cunt throbbed in response, clit aching for more.
But now it was time for Mark to get his, who had been so patient in servicing them. Sören and Anthony kissed him in turn, then Mark lay back, love shining in his beautiful silver eyes. Sören and Anthony gave that love in return, expressing it with kissing him all over, hands exploring the silken skin over sculpted muscles, rewarded with Mark's musical cries of pleasure. Cries that got louder once they got to his soaked, creamy cunt - Anthony licked and sucked while Sören fingered him, and after awhile they traded places, Sören sucking Mark's clit while Anthony fucked him with two fingers, then three, then four, and at last his entire hand, Mark's juices running down Anthony's wrist and arm. "Look at this slutty pussy," Anthony purred. Sören paused to lick the juices from Anthony's palm, before Anthony put his hand back inside, fist-fucking, driving Mark mad - every howl and sob went right to Sören's cunt, tempted to just mount him and rut together in heat.
But Sören kept that urge in check, enjoying Mark's sweetness as he lapped and sucked and Anthony's hand made filthy suctioning sounds in and out of Mark. They kept pleasing and teasing him until Mark's eyes met Sören's and he made a feral noise through clenched teeth. Sören's palm pressed down into Mark's mound and he rubbed as fast as he could, giving a few slaps before rubbing again, slapping, rubbing. Mark arched his back, grabbed the pillow with one hand and the sheets with the other, and screamed as he went off, gushing all over them. Sören and Anthony got drenched, and kissed each other passionately, tongues making streamers with Mark's juices.
Anthony and Sören were both so aroused that they fell on each other next to Mark, kissing, hands sliding feverishly over each other's bodies. Sören rolled onto his back, with Anthony atop him, and Sören spread his thighs. Anthony maneuvered into position and both men cried out at the feel of their cunts kissing, clits touching. Anthony and Sören began to rock their hips, clit rubbing clit, finding a delicious rhythm. As their clits fucked, they kissed - deep, hungry kisses, and open-mouthed sensual ones, tongues mirroring the way their clits played together. Their cunts made deliciously filthy smacking, slurping sounds. Soon Mark sat up and played with himself, watching them - the sight of Mark touching himself made it even hotter.
As Sören got closer, he gestured for Mark to come over. "Sit on my face, elskan."
Mark straddled Sören's shoulders. Sören pushed his tongue inside, fucking Mark with his tongue as Anthony sucked Mark's clit. Mark's moans were almost as loud as the wet slapping sounds of their cunts - Sören loved the feel of Anthony's juices dripping inside him. After a few minutes Mark began riding Sören's tongue, panting, and Anthony growled with his mouth full, bobbing his head like he was sucking a cock. Sören thought Mark was going to come like that, but before Mark came he climbed down and got behind them, face level with their cunts. Anthony gasped and took Sören's hands, and Sören knew without being told what Mark was doing - this had happened many times before. A moment later that knowledge was confirmed as Sören felt Mark's tongue inside him. Mark went back and forth between them, licking the inner walls of one then the other, pushing their juices inside each other.
Between the sweet rubbing of clits and inside him, Sören got closer and closer, and when he was right there he threw his arms around Anthony, holding him tight. Anthony kissed him and they climaxed together, moaning. Once again there was gushing, the two of them squirting together - Mark groaned as he sipped loudly at their flowing juices.
As Sören continued to throb with release, Mark knelt beside them and brought himself off, pawing himself furiously until his cunt squirted one last time, drenching them both. Sören and Anthony's tongues rubbed together, tasting Mark again and again until the pulsing died down and there was just bliss.
"Fuck." Sören laughed with euphoria.
"Yeah." Anthony chuckled into Sören's shoulder, then rested his head on Sören's chest with a deep sigh - Sören felt Anthony's toes curl, and he smiled so hard his face hurt.
Mark peppered their faces with kisses and curled up next to them, holding them both. "That was fun."
The storm had died down, and now there was the peaceful sound of rain. Sören wondered how long ago the storm had stopped - he'd been too distracted to notice.
"See?" Anthony said, stroking Sören's cheek, then his curls. "All better now. Just rain."
"I like rain." Sören felt like an idiot saying that, but it was a wonder he could make words at all.
"We should fuck outside in the rain sometime," Mark said.
"Maybe not when there's thunder, though." Anthony smirked.
As if on cue, Sören queefed, and Anthony shook with silent laughter before he broke down in snorts, tearing up.
Mark snickered loudly and tweaked Sören's nose.
Sören found some more words - a question that had plagued him for a long time. "Hey Maglor, do elves queef?"
Mark facepalmed and now it was his turn to snort.