Sören lay in the middle of the bed, with Dooku to his left, Maglor to his right. They were all naked now, and Sören took each of their hands, eyes raking each of them in turn. He gave a happy little sigh and giggled when Dooku and Maglor leaned in to him together, to take turns kissing him, and Sören's giggles became a moan when Dooku and Maglor kissed each other.
"The two of you are so fucking hot," Sören said, letting go of their hands so he could run his hands over their bare chests. The fingers of one hand rubbed Dooku's silver chest hair as the fingers of the other brushed Maglor's nipple. Maglor kissed Sören again and then began to kiss, lick, and nibble Sören's neck and shoulder, making him arch and moan, and Sören's fingers continued to play over Dooku's chest. Dooku leaned back down to stroke Sören's face, kissing him deeply as Maglor's mouth continued its work on Sören's neck, and Sören's fingers walked down from Dooku's chest through the silver bush, over to the hair on his thighs, to brush the hair on his arm, and then Sören's fingers played over his whiskers, petting, skritching.
"You." Sören bit his lower lip, heat in his brown eyes. "Are my wet dream come true, sir."
Dooku chuckled, blushing. "You really like older men?"
"God." Sören shivered, and pulled Dooku into another kiss, guiding Dooku's hand to his hard cock. "You have no idea. I must have jerked off to you five times the other day."
Dooku groaned, his cock jolting and throbbing in response; Sören kissed Dooku again, smiling into the kiss, and they both moaned as their cocks bumped up together, feeling the delicious sensation of silken hard cock rubbing silken hard cock. They moaned louder when Sören took them both into his hand, stroking slowly.
Maglor claimed Sören's mouth again, and Sören's free hand played with Maglor's hair, tweaked the pointy tip of his ear before brushing down from his face to his throat to his chest, gently rubbing a nipple. "You are so gorgeous," Sören purred. He grinned and added, "Speaking of liking older men."
Maglor grinned back and gave Sören a more playful kiss, their tongues rubbing together. As he started kissing Sören's neck again he said, "Quite a lot older, yes."
"Mmmmmm." Sören let go of his and Dooku's cock for a moment to rub Maglor's hair with one hand and pet Dooku's whiskers with the other. "Does this mean I have two daddies?"
Dooku's cock throbbed again and he kissed Sören hard, taking his and Sören's cocks into his own hand, stroking a little harder than before. "Yes, love. And your daddies are going to take good care of you now."
"Fuck." Sören broke out into gooseflesh at that, shivering, and arched to them again; Dooku groaned as he watched Sören's cock drip precum onto his.
Maglor also groaned, and kissed his way down to Sören's nipple. "Yes, baby." He lapped and suckled, then gave the nipple ring a gentle tug with his teeth before lapping some more. Dooku could feel across their bond that Maglor had been suspecting Sören was the reincarnation of Fëanor, and the idea that he was and the role reversal - being his father's daddy - was a kinky turn-on for Maglor, making the sweetness of their sin even more delicious.
At some point, they would need to raise the issue of Fëanor with Sören... but right now, other things were raised and needing attention.
Sören's moans got louder as Maglor continued to lap and suckle at his nipple, fingers playing with the nipple ring as he leaned over to tongue the other one. Sören moaned into Dooku's kisses, the fingers of Dooku's free hand whispering over Sören's bare flesh, his body quickening to Sören's hands sliding over him, feeling his musculature and body hair, the maleness of him... and feeling Sören's shielding down, Sören sharing his raw, primal lust, how much he was aroused by both of them. He was already on that edge, aching for release, and they had only just begun.
"You are so beautiful," Maglor said, meeting Sören's eyes before his tongue got back to work on Sören's swollen nipple. After a few licks he played with the nipple ring again and came up to kiss Sören, and then sucked on his lower lip. "Exquisite." His free hand traced the flames on Sören's arm.
"Yes, he is." Dooku stroked Sören's face and looked into his eyes, wanting Sören to see the love in his eyes before he took Sören's chin in his hand and gave him a soft, sweet kiss that deepened, fire calling to fire. When Dooku pulled back, breathing harder, he pet Sören some more, who smiled, and Dooku put his fingers in Sören's mouth, cock throbbing again at the sight of those full lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking, wondering what else he could do with that mouth. "Our beautiful, precious boy."
"Such a special boy." Maglor nibbled Sören's nipple, and Sören gasped and cried out, bucking up against them. Dooku felt Sören's cock pulsing against his and there was another gush of precum, which almost set him off.
Sören's pierced nipples looked delectably tempting, swollen, glistening, and as Maglor suckled one, Dooku kissed his way down Sören's neck and began to lap the other. Soon he and Maglor were working in the same rhythm, and as both of Sören's nipples were licked and sucked at the same time he made the most wonderful noises, writhing, thrashing around, desperate cries in his native Icelandic. "Ó, fjandinn, það er svo gott..."
"Mmmmmmmm." Dooku glanced up to watch Sören as he feasted. He let go of their cocks, his erection grinding against Sören's thigh, fingers walking over Sören's body.
"Ég ætla að koma ef þú heldur þessu áfram."
Maglor laughed a little - he understood the word koma - and his tongue swirled around the aerole, making Sören cry out again. "Don't come just yet, love. We want to taste you."
"Fuck..." Sören shuddered.
"But first, we want to worship you properly." Dooku's tongue also swirled around the aerole, before taking a few licks at the nipple, and suckling again. "Such a beautiful work of art deserves to be appreciated."
Sören swallowed hard. "Justin never did this..."
Of course he didn't. He could see the memories now - Justin fucking Sören quickly without foreplay, or making Sören give him a blowjob without reciprocating. Sören couldn't even get hard in the last few months of their relationship and, pressured into sex - increasingly, forced, Justin not taking "no" for an an answer - Sören would just lay there and pray to get it done and over with, trying to get his mind to wander somewhere else to take the edge off his body's fight-or-flight response.
Dooku fought back another scorching surge of rage that Justin hadn't just merely used Sören for his own pleasure, not caring about Sören's pleasure, but had raped him more than once... He returned his focus to pleasing the delicious young man, who was definitely not praying to get it over and done with now, whose mind was very present, whose cock was very, very hard. "You need a real man, not a spoilt child who demands instant gratification." Dooku's teeth were on Sören's nipple now, and Sören cried out again, nails digging into Dooku's back. "I don't know how anyone would not want to feast on this lovely body of yours, for hours."
Sören gave a shuddery gasp, and let out a little whimper as they sucked on his nipples some more. He was practically sobbing as they started licking them again, and reached down to touch himself. One of Dooku's hands covered Sören's, slowing it down, with Sören whimpering again, and then Sören slipped his hand away and brought it to Dooku's lips - Dooku groaned as he saw Sören's fingers slick with precum, and he groaned louder when Sören stuck the fingers in his mouth, tasting the lightly sweet nectar.
Sören pulled his hand back, stroked himself some more, getting his fingers slick again, and shoved them back into Dooku's mouth, with Dooku sucking more slowly and deliberately this time, savoring. There was heat in Maglor's eyes as he watched - he was sucking Sören's nipple harder than before - and when Sören's fingers were once again coated with precum he offered them to Maglor. Dooku's cock twinged watching Maglor suck Sören's fingers and lick them clean, even licking the palm, as Sören trembled with desire. Sören slicked his fingers again and Maglor sucked greedily, looking like he could eat Sören alive, licking Sören's fingers again and again.
When Sören's fingers collected more precum, Dooku saw the mischief in Sören's eyes, his cock pulsing urgently as Sören crinkled his nose and bit his lower lip - just before Sören rubbed precum onto one nipple, then the other. Dooku and Maglor suckled like they were starving for it, and Sören cradled their heads, panting, gasping, moaning louder, his hips bucking, guiding Dooku's hand to his cock to stroke. Now Dooku's own fingers were wet with Sören's precum and he stuck them in Sören's mouth - watching Sören's lips around his fingers again brought another sharp ache of sexual hunger. Dooku kissed Sören passionately, sharing the taste between them, and Sören's hips rolled, fucking the hand stroking his cock.
"Please," Sören whispered. "I need to come..."
Dooku smiled at him. "In due time, pet."
He resumed licking, sucking and nibbling Sören's nipple, with Sören continuing to anoint his nipples with precum for them to taste. Sören was writhing, bucking feverishly, and could barely string two words together, until at last he cried out "Ég vil ykkur báða. Ég vil að þú hættir aldrei að sleikja mig."
The sound of him speaking Icelandic was so beautiful - and erotic. Dooku groaned as he suckled, and again as he lapped and lapped. No matter what happened from this point forward, this night would always be burned into his mind as one of the most sensual experiences of his life, a night he never wanted to end.
Sören's cock was flushed a deep pink and so wet with precum that it was getting more and more difficult to resist the urge to taste that, too. Maglor and Dooku began to kiss and lick and caress their way down his body, spending time on his stomach, his hips and thighs, and at last their heads were between his legs, hovering over his cock, looking at it like they were admiring a gourmet dessert.
Sören's uncut cock had a Prince Albert piercing in the head - a captive bead ring. It was Dooku's first time seeing a pierced cock in-person, and the ornament added to Sören's exotic beauty. Dooku hooked a finger through the ring, playing with it a little, and then curiosity got the better of him and he licked the site of the piercing, which was very sensitive and made Sören gasp and buck against him. Dooku and Maglor spent the next few minutes licking Sören's cock all over, paying special attention to the head and the prominent frenulum, tracing the veins standing out on the shaft with their tongues. Sören writhed and screamed, his cock continuing to drip precum that they chased with their tongues, and Sören moaned as he watched Dooku and Maglor kiss with the precum on their tongues.
After awhile Maglor swallowed Sören's cock down to the hilt, and Dooku licked and sucked at Sören's balls, kissed and nibbled his thighs. Sören grabbed Maglor's hair and gently fucked his mouth, though Maglor sucked him slowly, teasingly. Maglor finally relented, sucking harder and faster, with Dooku licking faster at Sören's balls, not able to keep from stroking himself at the sound of Sören moaning, watching him writhe and buck and quiver, eyes glazed with passion. Before Sören could come in Maglor's mouth, Maglor teasingly let Sören's cock slip out and started licking it again, with Dooku joining him. Then it was Dooku's turn to suck Sören's cock, going slowly, smiling a little around the cock in his mouth at Sören grabbing the headboard white-knuckled, making inhuman noises at the slow teasing. Maglor licked Sören's balls slowly, nuzzled them reverently. When Dooku sucked harder and faster Sören's breath came in shuddering gasps, Sören bit his lip and moaned, nails digging into Dooku's shoulders.
Dooku decided to take Maglor's lead and took his mouth off Sören's cock just before he could come, and then they were licking his cock together again, from the head down the shaft to the root and back up. Then Dooku licked at Sören's head while Maglor's tongue rubbed up and down the shaft, and then Maglor was licking the head of Sören's cock while Dooku's tongue was on the shaft. Maglor put just the tip of Sören's cock back in his mouth, sucking just the head, kissing it, while Dooku's tongue continued to rub the shaft. And then they switched, with the head of Sören's cock in Dooku's mouth, Maglor's tongue dancing all over the shaft and Sören's balls. When Dooku slipped his tongue into Sören's foreskin, lips continuing to suction the head, Sören lost it, letting out a wordless howl before screaming "Ég ætla að koma. Ó guð, ég er að koma..."
...and Dooku was rewarded with the spicy-sweet taste of Sören's cum, like peppery citrus and a hint of woodsmoke. He loved it, swallowing it down, licking Sören's cock clean, kissing Maglor passionately with a little of Sören's cum on his tongue to share the taste of their new lover, savor him. Maglor moaned into the kiss and Dooku groaned, his cock aching for attention as it rubbed up against Maglor's cock.
Sören lay there dazed, catching his breath, and then his face lit up as Dooku and Maglor climbed up to lay on either side of him, snuggling him as he drifted down from his climax. "That was," Sören said, "the best blowjob I've ever had." His accent was charmingly, meltingly heavier.
"Mmmmm, that was just round one." Maglor grinned and kissed him, and Sören kissed back hungrily, his cock hardening up again as Maglor gently played with it.
Maglor and Dooku took turns kissing Sören, and as Maglor continued to stroke Sören's cock, Sören reached out and took a cock in each hand.
"You guys need to be taken care of, too," Sören said.
"Eventually." Maglor stroked Sören's face and nuzzled him before giving him a soft little kiss. "We want to take care of our boy tonight." Maglor's fingers walked down from Sören's face to brush a nipple, and he started to lick and suck at Sören's nipples again as Dooku tilted Sören's face to his and kissed him hard.
"Mmmmmf," Sören moaned into the kiss, and he trembled, bucked again. "You guys are gonna spoil me..."
"That's the idea, sweetheart." Dooku kissed Sören's forehead, and put a hand on Sören's heart, wanting him to feel the love he felt, the tenderness, the compassion and passion. He pet Sören's curls with his other hand, raining little kisses over his face before kissing his mouth again, and Sören let go of the cocks he was stroking and threw his arms around Dooku, whimpering into the kiss as he bucked up against Dooku, their cocks meeting once more.
"Oh, love." Dooku shivered, not just at the feel of Sören's cock rubbing his, not just at the sight of it, but the consuming lust he felt - the surge of heat at how much Sören could lose himself in the throes of passion, like Sören was a wild, primal force of nature cloaked in mortal flesh... wondering how much more intense it would be once Sören was more recovered, able to go all the way with them. He groaned as he kissed Sören again, and they kissed and kissed, Sören's hands sliding down to Dooku's hips to urge him along, to keep rubbing their cocks together.
Maglor stopped working on Sören's nipple and began kissing his way down, over Sören's side and his hip and outer thigh - one of Sören's hands left Dooku's hip to twine itself in Maglor's hair, petting... and then Maglor's mouth was around both their cocks at once. Sören cried out, and Dooku moaned. The feel of their cocks rubbing together was exquisite enough, their cocks rubbing together in the wet velvet heat of Maglor's mouth was to die for.
"Oh god," Sören moaned, slowly rolling his hips, his cock sliding against Dooku's cock, gently fucking Maglor's mouth. "Oh my fucking god..."
Dooku kissed Sören hard, and now he too had a hand in Maglor's hair. Maglor looked up at them with heat in his eyes, and pulled his mouth off their cocks to give the heads a teasing lick before sucking on them again.
"God..." Sören trembled, and so did Dooku. Sören's hand let go of Maglor's hair and his hands caressed Dooku's chest, fingers running through the chest hair. "I want to worship your body, too." With that, Sören leaned in, and took a playful lick at the silver pelt, then another, and then his tongue was grooming the hair on Dooku's chest, with Dooku moaning and sighing at every lash of the younger man's tongue. "So sexy," Sören husked, before his tongue found its way to a nipple. Soon, Sören was feasting on Dooku's nipples one at a time, his fingers rolling and pinching one while he licked and sucked the other, their hips rocking together a little faster and harder, Maglor sucking their cocks faster and harder. Dooku groaned and shivered as Sören's clever tongue and luscious full lips brought his nipples to aching peaks, Sören's fingers teasing them.
When he could take no more he took Sören's face in his hands and kissed him deep, pushing him against the pillows. They kissed again and again, and then Sören started kissing his neck and shoulder, giving a little smile of satisfaction at how sensitive Dooku was there, as well. His fingers continued to explore Dooku's body, caressing his stomach, his spine, his hips. Then Dooku was tonguing Sören's nipples again and Sören grabbed Maglor's hair and started fucking his mouth hard, with Dooku matching Sören's rhythm. Maglor loved it, moaning, stroking himself as he sucked them faster, worked his tongue as he took what he could of their two cocks in his mouth. When Dooku's kisses left Sören's nipples and were on Sören's throat, Sören let out a wail and ground out, "I'm so fucking close..."
"Yes love." Dooku took Sören's hands in his and squeezed. "Come with me in his mouth..." He kissed Sören hard, and they climaxed together, crying out into the kiss, with Maglor also crying out as they flooded his mouth together - they could feel him shaking, knew Maglor was coming too. After he swallowed, Maglor was panting, gasping for breath, and he leaned against Dooku's hip and thigh, laughing a little with the euphoria of his release.
"Oh, you guys taste good together," Maglor said, and took a few licks at their still-leaking cocks, giving them aftershocks. With cum on his tongue he came up to kiss Sören, then Dooku, letting them taste their combined essence for themselves. Sören licked his lips, loving it, and Dooku kissed Maglor again to taste it some more... and to enjoy kissing him, that bonding of mutual enjoyment in this new experience.
A new experience, that felt like an old experience. Sören's skin was feverish, like a living furnace. And it wasn't long before Sören was ready to go again, kissing both of them, hands wandering over them. Sören was thirsty, the same way Fëanor had been so long ago.
"I think I should say thank you to my other daddy for making me feel so good," Sören purred, rolling over to kiss Maglor more deeply, hand reaching down to stroke Maglor's cock.
Maglor cupped Sören's chin in his hand, thumb stroking the beard, index finger tracing Sören's full lips. His eyes locked with Sören's before kissing him back, and his hand left Sören's face to wrap his arms around him. Dooku's breath caught at the sight of them kissing - his own cock was waking up again, ready for more. Dooku's cock throbbed as Maglor and Sören's cocks rubbed together, and Dooku groaned as Sören collected the precum that was already flowing from both their cocks and stuck his fingers in Maglor's mouth.
Maglor kissed Sören again, and then Sören grabbed Dooku and pulled him over, and they each took turns kissing Dooku as they continued to rub together. Sören's fingers went into Dooku's mouth and Dooku growled at the taste of Sören and Maglor, thinking about doing to them what Maglor had done a short while ago.
But before he could lean in to take them both in his mouth, Sören rolled Maglor onto his back and got on top of him, cocks continuing to rub together, and after a few more kisses Sören was kissing Maglor's neck and then his nipples. Sören's eyes met Dooku's and Dooku came over to the other side of Maglor so he and Sören could lick and suck Maglor's nipples together, making him arch to them, moaning, panting. "That feels incredible," he purred.
Sören gently played with Maglor's cock as he lapped and suckled, and then Sören's fingers were at Dooku's lips again, for Dooku to taste Maglor's precum. Maglor moaned as he watched Dooku licking and sucking Sören's fingers clean, and again when Sören anointed his nipples with more precum and Sören and Dooku lapped and suckled even harder. Dooku rubbed against Maglor's leg, but as worked up as he was, he took his time, wanting to see where this went.
Sören kissed and licked Maglor's stomach, then his thighs, while Dooku continued pleasuring Maglor's nipples, one then the other, back and forth. Sören took Maglor's cock into his mouth, swallowing it to the hilt, and Dooku watched, his cock throbbing at the sight of Sören's full lips wrapped around Maglor's cock, the passion burning in his brown eyes. Maglor pet Sören's curls, and let out a moan as Sören moved his head up and down, cock sliding in and out of his lips, nice and slow.
Sören's hand rubbed Maglor's balls as he sucked, and Dooku came up to kiss Maglor and play with his hair. Every now and again Dooku turned his head to watch Sören's beautiful mouth full of Maglor's cock, and when Sören took Maglor's cock out of his mouth to lick it, Dooku reached down to rub Sören's head.
"Such a good boy," Dooku said.
"I want to be a good boy, Daddy," Sören said, before licking Maglor's cock some more.
"That feels so good, honey," Maglor said, stroking Sören's face, "but you don't have to do this just because I did it for you... we know Justin forced you..."
Sören stopped and narrowed his eyes. "Mark, before Justin I used to love giving head. Loved, loved sucking cock." He gave Maglor's cock a few more licks. "This is reminding me why. I'm doing this because I want to... I love doing this to you." With that, he took Maglor's cock back into his mouth and Maglor groaned, grabbing Sören's curls.
"You're good at it," Maglor laughed, and shivered when Sören took him deep in his throat, not gagging. Sören sucked a little harder and faster, and Maglor moaned, and moaned again as Dooku kissed him.
Sören deep-throated him for awhile, then focused more attention on the head, his hand rubbing the rest of the shaft, and when Sören took his cock out to lick it, Maglor let him take a few licks and then he growled. "You little tease."
Sören grinned at him and put his tongue in the slit, lapping.
Maglor groaned and grabbed Sören's curls hard, pulling his head up, and he kissed Sören passionately. Sören cried out into the kiss, and cried out again when Maglor bit Sören's lower lip. Dooku recognized that look in Maglor's eyes - he usually got that look when he wanted to top. Sören wasn't ready for that, but there were ways to establish that kind of control without penetration.
"Tonight we want to take care of you," Maglor said, fingers stroking Sören's chest over his heart. "We really mean that. I really mean that."
"I want to keep sucking you..."
"I know. I didn't say you couldn't. But there are ways for you to do that and still let us take care of you." Maglor turned to Dooku. "Aren't there."
Dooku smiled. He knew what Maglor was suggesting, and his cock got even harder at the thought.
The reality was even more delicious than the thought, as they got into position - Sören got back between Maglor's legs, swallowing down his cock, Dooku's head was between Sören's legs to suck him, and Maglor took Dooku into his mouth. Hands caressed as mouths worked, languid and sensual, then feverish and hungry. Dooku loved Sören being in his mouth, and he had memories of Fingolfin and Fëanor sucking each other, tasting each other, which added to the sweetness of the here and now, that feeling that Sören belonged to them and they to him... that everything had fallen into place.
Dooku took Sören's hand, clasped it. It will be all right, sweetheart. Everything's going to be all right. You're safe now.
Sören let go, climaxing in Dooku's mouth, crying out around Maglor's cock. That set off the chain reaction - Dooku lost control at the taste of Sören, drinking him down, and Maglor came at the same time, overcome by the pleasure across their Force bond. The release was shattering, endless, glorious light and the feeling of love, love, love.
Somehow, the three found their way into a cuddle pile, Sören snuggled between Dooku and Maglor, limbs entangled; Sören nuzzled Dooku's chest hair and played with a strand of Maglor's hair, as Dooku and Maglor stroked Sören's curls. Sören dozed off a little and then Maglor shook him gently. "You want your bunnies?" he asked.
Sören nodded.
Maglor got up - Dooku held Sören in his absence - and came back with Sparkle Bunny and Not Very Good At Names. Maglor tucked them into Sören's arms and kissed the top of his head. "You sleep here with us from now on," he said.
"What about the bed in the other room?"
"Well... we can turn that back into a studio for my music and your art, and keep the bed in there as a little nest, so if we're being creative together we can take cuddle breaks, or you know." Maglor grinned as he made air quotes. "'Cuddle breaks.'"
Sören giggled. He looked up at Dooku then and said, "Are you OK with me and Mark..."
"Making love by yourselves sometimes? Yes. And you and I can, as well, and Mark and I will sometimes as well. The three of us will of course continue to do this like we did just now, but I think it will be healthier for all of us if we also pair off on occasion... that will strengthen our relationship as a whole. If that's acceptable to you."
"Jæja, that sounds good to me. I want to be with both of you at the same time and also one at a time, and... the two of you shagging is so hot." Sören bit his lower lip and snuggled into Dooku, whose arms tightened around the younger man.
Dooku had a feeling he was in for an even more active sex life than usual, and he wondered if his body could handle it at his age, but something about Sören and a whole new world of erotic possibilities with Sören and Maglor... A frisson went down his spine; his cock would have leapt up again thinking about it if he wasn't so spent.
"Thank you guys for tonight," Sören husked. "That was really beautiful."
"This is just the beginning, Sören." Maglor wrapped his arms around Sören and kissed the top of his head again, buried his nose in Sören's curls; across their bond Dooku could feel Maglor breathing in Sören's scent. "I don't at all believe you found your way to us by coincidence. You're home now."
Sören let out a little sob, and they rocked him together; Dooku was choked up too, not just at feeling the fire of hope relit within Sören's heart, but the ache he had for what was so close yet still so far away, not knowing when would be the right time to say anything. Fëanor.