[gift art by SemperViridis, posted with permission]
It had been another long shift at the hospital and the last two hours of that shift had dragged like an eternity. Sören tried to focus on his patients, and for the most part he succeeded, but a part of his mind was elsewhere, longing for home. Longing to take a hot shower. Longing to curl up with his cats... his men.
The sun was just starting to set as Sören pulled his Vespa scooter into the driveway. He could see from the other vehicles that Anthony, Maglor, and Nicholas were all home. But when he walked from the foyer into the greatroom, there was no sign of them. Nor in the kitchen. Sören peeked out in the garden - they weren't out there, either.
It was possible they'd gone for a walk, it was a beautiful summer day. But it was also usual for at least one of them to be home when they knew Sören was getting off work.
Sören tried not to worry too much. He climbed the stairs to the second floor, eager to jump in the shower. And then he heard movement coming from Maglor's room, the sound of someone walking around.
Sören went down the hall and walked in to see Maglor stooped, holding a bunch of roses, plucking petals to scatter on the floor. He was dressed all in black. There were already a lot of rose petals on the floor, and covering the chaise lounge, and the bed. Nicholas cleared his throat; when Sören got a better look at Nicholas and Anthony, his jaw dropped. Anthony usually changed into a T-shirt and jeans or just pajamas when he got home from work, but he was wearing a formal black suit and tie, even dressier than what he normally wore for work. As for Nicholas, he was decked out in a tuxedo with tails.
"Shit," Maglor said, rising to his feet. "I was hoping to be done with covering the floor with rose petals by the time you got home."
Midnight, one of their cats, began cleaning himself nonchalantly.
"What's all this?" Sören was delighted, but confused.
"We know how stressed out you've been and we wanted to surprise you and do something nice for you." Maglor smiled. He dropped the roses to the floor, walked over, and took Sören's hands in his, leading him into the room. "So let us spoil you tonight."
Sören smiled. "Wow. Really?"
"Indeed," Nicholas said. "Shall I go downstairs and bring everything up?"
"Please," Maglor said.
While Nicholas was gone, Maglor sat down at the piano and began to do scales as a warmup; Anthony produced candles and lanterns from the closet and arranged them around the room, lighting them, creating a nice soft golden glow. Sören was already feeling more relaxed - and a little giddy. He hadn't been expecting this at all, and he loved that even after several years together, his partners were still capable of romantic spontaneity like this.
They were definitely still capable of passion. Sören felt a frisson down his spine, wondering what they had planned.
Anthony went downstairs after the candles and lanterns were all lit, and a few minutes later he and Nicholas returned with covered dishes. Maglor got up from the piano, went across the hall, and brought in one of the small tables from the library. As he set it down before the chaise lounge he said, "Like I said, I was hoping to have stuff ready by the time you got home."
Sören shrugged. "I don't mind."
Nicholas sat on the chaise lounge and pulled Sören onto his lap, and Anthony sat beside them. As Maglor played the piano - some covers of more romantic songs by Anita Baker, Al Green, and Sade, as well as some of his own works - Nicholas and Anthony fed Sören from their fingers, and Sören fed them as well. There was an assortment of finger foods on toothpicks: shrimp, stuffed mushrooms, bacon wrapped chicken, smoked salmon on cucumbers, proscuitto wrapped pears with goat cheese, grilled pineapple with mozzarella, and a crisp white wine to go with it. Nicholas had really outdone himself in the kitchen, and Sören savored every bite - right down to licking and sucking Nicholas and Anthony's fingers, teasing.
Sören also savored Maglor's music. He always loved to hear Maglor play and sing, but tonight especially it was as if Maglor made the cover songs his own, as if they were written just for Sören. Sören could feel the love in every word, every note...
...the desire.
Sören's body thrilled to the sensual caress of Maglor's voice as if Maglor's hands had touched him, gooseflesh covering his arms, nipples hardening, cock stirring. It wasn't just food he was hungry for, watching Maglor completely lost in the Song, when he was his most beautiful, doing what he loved, what he was made for.
Maglor ended his performance to finish off the last of the meal, and then it was time for dessert: strawberries with fresh cream. Now it was Maglor's turn to feed Sören... and Nicholas and Anthony as well. The strawberries were perfectly ripe and juicy, and Maglor didn't just get cream and strawberry juice all over his fingers and hands, which Sören was very happy to clean with his lips and tongue, but Maglor and Sören also got cream and strawberry juice on their shirts.
"Oh dear, would you look at that mess. That's too bad. I better take this shirt off," Maglor said in a tone of voice that suggested this wasn't a hardship at all.
"As you know, your own shirt is quite messy and we should get that in the wash," Nicholas said, tugging on the hem of Sören's shirt.
Sören sprang right up and pulled off his scrub top. When he and Maglor were both shirtless, Anthony let out an appreciative wolf whistle. Nicholas smiled, cheeks turning pink, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes.
"I needed to get out of my work clothes anyway," Sören said. He put his hands on his hips and rotated from side to side, glancing at each of his men. "Actually, I was gonna take a shower. Unfortunately, it's not big enough for four people or I'd ask you to join me."
"Well..." Maglor looked over at Nicholas and Anthony, who nodded, and back at Sören. "That was part of the plan, too. We were going to give you a sponge bath."
"Yes, bathing you like we are attendants to royalty." Nicholas's smile got bigger.
"Oh, my." Sören raised an eyebrow. "Well then... you should also maybe get out of those clothes, so you don't get soapy water all over them."
Anthony and Nicholas got up and began to undress. Sören took off his pants and underwear, and once Maglor was naked, he picked Sören up and carried him over to the bed. Anthony and Nicholas walked out of the bedroom - it was Sören's turn to whistle when he got a good look at their asses - and as they worked in the bathroom, Maglor brushed Sören's hair, raining soft little kisses over his face.
"Thank you for this," Sören said, his voice husky. His eyes met Maglor's silver gaze, and he reached up to tweak the point of Maglor's ear.
Maglor grinned and kissed the tip of Sören's nose. "Thank you for being you. Even with you being so stressed out lately, you're still a source of joy in my life. You give me hope again." He took Sören's hand and kissed it.
"That's not all I'll give you." Sören looked down at Maglor's cock, already hard, and back up, with a smirk. Maglor rolled his eyes and chuckled, skritching Sören's beard like he was a cat.
Anthony and Nicholas came in with a basin of soapy water, a basin of plain water, washcloths and towels. They set the basins down on the table and pushed it closer to the bed. As they did, Maglor opened one of the drawers in a dresser next to his bed and out came not just the bottle of lubricant, but a bottle of vanilla-flavored massage oil.
"Oh, myyyyyyyyyyy." Sören grinned; his cock twitched, aching to feel their touch.
Sören breathed in the sweet smell of baby shampoo - another little detail to relax him. Nicholas and Anthony spread towels out on the bed, and then proceeded. Nicholas lathered Sören with the soapy water, and Anthony used a washcloth in the plain water to rinse. Maglor shampooed Sören's hair and had him lean over the basin, rinsing with a cup. Sören sighed and melted into the pleasing warmth of the water, the gentleness of their touch. Every now and again Nicholas and Anthony gave him little kisses, and several kisses later they weren't so little, deeper, lingering, heating.
When Sören was bathed and toweled dry, he lay on his stomach and the three men got to work, oiling their hands, pouring oil down Sören's back. Sören moaned, clenching the sheets as he felt three pairs of hands on him, rubbing, kneading, both in firm, deep strokes and softer, sensual caresses. Sören's entire body tingled, nipples and cock hardening, hole twitching, and he heard himself breathing harder, whimpering a little as they knew just where and how to touch him, soothe him, tease him. Here and there Sören felt Nicholas's beard tickle him with a kiss, or Anthony's lips and tongue, or Maglor's, up and down his spine, his sides.
At last Maglor had Sören roll on his back and they worked on the front of him. This time their touch was more slow and languid, making him shiver. They rubbed and plucked his nipples, stroked his stomach and thighs, taking turns kissing, licking, nibbling. The deliciousness of their touch, the beauty of them, the heat in their eyes, made Sören's cock stiffen even more, dripping precum. He wanted. "Please," he begged.
Maglor laughed softly. "We're just getting started."
Another chill went down Sören's spine at the grin on Anthony's face as he pulled open the same drawer that the lube and oil had come out of. Anthony produced a black blindfold, and two black silk scarves - items Sören was very familiar with.
"Yes?" Anthony asked.
Sören nodded solemnly.
"Remember our safeword if you need it," Anthony said, coming over to tie the blindfold around Sören's eyes.
Sören's entire body was screaming for release, but he knew letting them take their time like this would make that release all the better. His breath hitched as he felt Anthony tie one wrist, leaving a long trail to the top point of the diamond on one end of Maglor's headboard, and then the other. Just enough give for him to thrash around, not enough to free himself.
"Good?" Anthony asked.
"Fucking do me already."
Anthony laughed, and leaned in to give Sören a kiss. Then he lifted one of Sören's legs and swatted his ass. Sören moaned, the sweet sting searing through him, making his cock drip more precum.
First they took turns kissing him. Anthony went first, kissing Sören open-mouthed, tongues playing together, Anthony's hands sliding up and down Sören's body. Sören heard footsteps go in and out of the bedroom and wondered what was going on, but he couldn't wonder too much, losing himself in each intoxicating kiss, each brush of Anthony's hands. When Anthony started kissing Sören's neck, his fingers walked up and down Sören's shaft, and Sören heard himself cry out. A moment later Anthony's tongue was licking down Sören's shaft, slowly, tormentingly slowly, and back up. Licking down, and up, and down. Sören groaned and bucked against him with a needy whine. Anthony laughed and nibbled his thigh.
Then it was Nicholas's turn. Nicholas kissed him deeply, fiercely, fingers playing with Sören's nipples, rubbing, pinching, flicking, plucking, making Sören crazy. Nicholas kissed down Sören's neck, and lapped and suckled at each nipple, back and forth between them again and again until Sören screamed and begged, "Please. Fuck me. Please..."
Nicholas chuckled, kissed back up Sören's neck, and claimed his mouth once more. Sören let out another cry as he felt Nicholas take both their cocks into his fist, stroking slowly, while Nicholas's free hand rubbed his chest in circles, thumb brushing one nipple, then the other. The feeling of Nicholas's cock dripping precum too almost brought Sören off right then, but instead the tension kept building, sharpening.
And then Maglor's mouth was on his, Maglor's fingers wandering like Sören's body was a harp or a piano or a guitar. Sören's cries were like a song, his body quivering, cock throbbing, soul burning, the fire in him hotter and hotter, ready to scorch all of them. Maglor's kisses were hungry and then more playful, like a verse and a chorus, like a tempo switching. Sören writhed against the restraints, howling, shameless.
Then Maglor nipped his neck, and at the same time, Sören felt a stinging burn splash over his chest. Then again. Sören realized Maglor was pouring candle wax over him. He cried out as more hot wax splashed over his thigh, then the other. Maglor's tongue traced around where the wax landed on his body, Sören's skin exquisitely sensitized, and Sören almost came again, trembling, whimpering.
Nicholas came back to take his mouth with passionate kisses... and Sören gasped as he felt sharp cold against his flesh. An ice cube trailed down Sören's throat, over a shoulder, to rub a nipple in circles, then glide across his chest to rub the other nipple. More shivers went through Sören, and he cried out as the ice cube kissed his stomach, plane by plane, then in slow circles around his navel. Sören whimpered as the ice slid down his inner thigh and behind a knee, and up the other. The ice went up and up to tease his stomach some more, and each nipple. After Nicholas stroked the ice over a nipple his hot mouth suckled hard, and Sören bucked against him, crying out, begging "Please," again, aching to be fucked more than anything he'd ever wanted in his life.
But of course, they weren't done. As Nicholas gave Sören a few last kisses, Anthony kissed and licked Sören's neck, and then Anthony's mouth was on his, their tongues rubbing together as Anthony began to flick a feather over Sören's body, starting from his nipples down to his stomach and thighs, back up, to stroke up one arm and shoulder, over his chest again to brush down the other shoulder and arm. Then Anthony caressed Sören's right arm and hand with the feather - Sören never knew his arms were so erogenous, quivering, cock throbbing - and over the left arm and hand. Then Anthony had the feather on Sören's right arm again and this time his tongue followed the wake of the feather. He did the same with the left arm, then everywhere the feather danced over Sören's chest and stomach and thighs and knees, Anthony's mouth followed, until Sören was almost sobbing, going out of his mind with wicked, delicious sensation.
Maglor was kissing him again, and Sören felt the soft touch of rose petals. Maglor brushed the rose down over one nipple, and then the other. He dragged the rose over Sören's stomach, down one thigh, down the other, and then up Sören's cock. The rose kissed Sören's cock over and over again, the petals so soft, the touch so light and teasing. Sören howled through grit teeth, gave an urgent, frustrated whine, feeling like he was going to explode.
"Please. God. Please. Fucking please. Please."
Maglor took the blindfold off. Sören moaned at the sight of Anthony and Nicholas stroking each other's cocks, watching the show. Anthony and Nicholas kissed, teasing him even more. Then they let go of each other and walked over to join Maglor on the bed.
With Sören's wrists still bound, they feasted on him, the three of them licking him all over. Maglor sucked Sören's cock slowly as Anthony and Nicholas sucked his nipples at the same time and Sören screamed and thrashed around, feeling like he could die from the pleasure-tension, needing so badly to come but never wanting them to stop. This was the only thing that existed.
"You're so loud," Anthony husked, a naughty look on his face. "The entire neighborhood's going to hear." With that, he stuck his fingers in Sören's mouth. Sören moaned around Anthony's fingers, tasting Nicholas's precum.
Anthony got the feather again and they took turns stroking it over Sören's body, their mouths continuing to work on Sören's nipples and cock. When Anthony took his fingers out of Sören's mouth, Sören screamed, "FUCKING FUCK ME" at the top of his lungs, and Maglor's response to that was to part Sören's legs wider and scoot in closer, pushing his tongue into Sören's freshly clean passage. Sören wailed as Maglor's tongue lashed away. A moment later Maglor teased, "Well, I am fucking you, Atya."
He knew exactly what he was doing. Sören went deeper into that submissive space, deeper into surrender, his entire body singing, burning. He couldn't get enough of their touch, their kisses, their love.
Before Sören could come from Maglor's tongue, he let up. "I think we can untie him now," Maglor said.
Anthony and Nicholas unbound Sören's wrists, and Sören tackled Anthony, rolling him onto his back, kissing him fiercely, grinding against him. Anthony laughed, then growled, nipped at Sören's neck, and flipped him back over onto his back. "It's cute when you think you're in charge," Anthony said.
"How should we take care of our Fëanáro?" Maglor asked, looking at Anthony, then Nicholas.
"I think I'd like to share him with you," Nicholas said. "And watch him suck Ara."
Anthony's face lit up at that and he nodded eagerly.
Sören's hole twitched at the thought of Maglor and Nicholas taking him together. He twitched and throbbed again as Maglor pulled Nicholas into a deep kiss. "I like that idea, Uncle Ñolo." Maglor lay on his back, looking up at Sören expectantly.
Nicholas's lips quirked, eyes shining. "Sometimes, people in this family actually have good ideas." He gave Sören a mock stern look. "Only sometimes."
Sören blew a raspberry at him, and when he straddled Maglor, he gave Nicholas a bratty butt wiggle. Nicholas slapped Sören's ass and Sören cried out, then again when Nicholas moved up behind him, chest hair teasing Sören's back, Nicholas's teeth on his neck.
When they were ready, Sören sank down on Maglor's cock. Their eyes locked as Maglor filled Sören inch by inch, and when Maglor was all the way inside, he took Sören's hands and kissed them, before putting his hands on Sören's heart. Sören could feel the love radiating in his touch, bringing tears of joy to his eyes. He was so overcome by love for all three of them, and wanted to give it back to them, giving himself completely.
Sören began to ride Maglor slowly, and after a few bounces, Sören felt the tip of Nicholas's cock at his opening. As Nicholas pushed in, his arms wrapped around Sören from behind, holding him tight as he kissed and licked Sören's neck. Sören cried out as he was stretched, filled so fully...
...so completely. Complete. Whole. Right.
Nicholas tilted Sören's face to his and kissed him. Maglor and Anthony both sighed at the sight of Sören and Nicholas kissing. Then Anthony came closer and Maglor and Nicholas got to watch Sören and Anthony kissing, caressing each other, stroking each other's hard cocks. Nicholas and Maglor found their rhythm, and the push and pull of their cocks, one sliding in, one sliding out, made Sören shiver and moan, rubbing that magic spot in him so sweetly. He loved knowing Maglor and Nicholas's cocks were rubbing together, pleasing not just Sören but each other, making love to each other as Sören's channel gripped them.
A few moments later Nicholas gently pushed Sören down. Anthony sat on Maglor's face and Maglor took Anthony's balls into his mouth as Sören swallowed down Anthony's cock inch by inch. As Sören's head started to bob up and down, sucking at him, Nicholas smacked Sören's ass and Anthony grabbed Sören's curls. "That's it," Nicholas growled. "That's a good boy. Suck Arafinwë like you mean it."
Sören whined with his mouth full and sucked harder, faster.
The feel of Nicholas and Maglor's cocks working inside him, the sound of their flesh slapping together, the grunts and moans, the heat in Anthony's eyes, the cock in Sören's mouth, all combined together to drive Sören out of his mind with lust and pleasure. He never wanted it to stop, losing himself... giving himself, body and soul, like this was an act of worship, like the Fëanor part of him was forging the Silmarils all over again but with his entire self.
But the hunger, the fire, consumed them all, and soon Anthony spilled into Sören's mouth, throwing back his head and crying out as he did. That sent Sören over the edge, climaxing, his cock and prostate pulsing together, relief flooding him, melting into bliss. Two thrusts later and he felt Maglor's seed spurt in him, then Nicholas's. The thought of Maglor and Nicholas coming on each other's cocks sent another shockwave of orgasm through Sören, shooting another arc of hot cum over Maglor's stomach.
Anthony climbed off Maglor's face and flopped over, laughing with the ecstasy of his release. Sören slid up and kissed Maglor with a mouth full of Anthony's cum, and Maglor groaned into the kiss; after they both swallowed Maglor licked his lips, savoring every drop. Then he cleaned Sören's seed from his skin with his fingers, and stuck his fingers in Sören's mouth. Now Anthony kissed Sören, tasting his lingering essence and Sören's combined.
A few kisses later they were both hard again. Nicholas chuckled at the sight of their hard cocks. "As you know, you're insatiable," Nicholas said, giving Sören a kiss of his own. One kiss became another and another, Sören's hands playing over Nicholas's hairy chest, fingers brushing the chest hair, thumbs rubbing the nipples, and soon Nicholas's cock hardened back up as well.
"Wow, you're insatiable too. It's like we're related." Sören kissed the tip of Nicholas's nose.
"As you know..."
Sören silenced him with a deep kiss.
Sören lay at his side, and as he, Maglor, and Nicholas took turns kissing, Anthony ate Maglor's and Nicholas's seed out of him. Anthony's clever tongue brought Sören right back to that edge, shaking and panting, and when Maglor began to kiss Sören's neck while Nicholas suckled a nipple, Sören cried out, and begged "Oh god, fuck me, please, more, I need."
This time Sören and Maglor both lay on their backs. Anthony propped Sören's legs up on his shoulders, and Nicholas put one of Maglor's legs on his shoulders. Maglor and Sören kissed and stroked each other's cocks while Anthony pounded into Sören and Nicholas took Maglor hard and fast. Nicholas and Anthony also kissed, and that drove Sören wild, kissing Maglor more hungrily, working his cock faster and faster.
Just before Sören could come, Anthony slowed down, grinning as Sören let out a howl of frustrated denial. Anthony, too, knew him too well. Nicholas also slowed down and Maglor let out a sob. But that slow rubbing inside him felt so good, the edging deeper and deeper, fire consuming, was such a lovely place to get lost. Sören arched to Anthony, panting, whimpering, and Anthony grit his teeth, making himself hold back, trying to tease Sören as long as he could. Nicholas, too, growled and trembled as Maglor bucked and writhed, panting. When Sören and Maglor resumed kissing, tongues licking together between kisses, that inflamed Nicholas and Anthony enough to speed up again, fucking hard to the explosive finish, all four of them coming together, shouting out their release.
Sören lay there sated, dazed, giggling madly. Somehow, they ended up in a cuddle-pile, the four bodies tangled up together, all of them holding each other, like a cozy cocoon. Sören sighed deeply and flexed his fingers and toes.
"Thank you guys," he said, touching each of their faces in turn. "I love you all so much."
"And we love you." Maglor kissed Sören's brow. "We wanted to take care of you."
"You did." Sören smiled so hard his face hurt. "You always take good care of me, but especially tonight."
"When you have a weekend free..." Maglor wiggled his eyebrows. "We'll take even better care of you."
"Oh, shit." Sören giggled again. The thought of the three of them teasing him for hours and hours... Sören would be hard again if he wasn't so spent.
[gift art by SemperViridis, posted with permission]