It seemed surreal to Dooku that he was this hungry again after the two shattering orgasms with Sören earlier, but here he was, hard cock throbbing against Maglor's in Sören's mouth, groaning as he and Maglor kissed deeply, hands wandering, teasing, every now and again resting in Sören's curls, petting him as he sucked them.
"Good boy," Dooku said, and the smile Sören gave him before taking their cocks back in his mouth made Dooku melt.
Maglor kissed him harder, fingers brushing a nipple. "I think we're just about ready," Maglor rasped.
Sören gave a little whine as their cocks slipped from his mouth. He took a few licks, greedy for them, before Maglor grabbed his curls and pulled Sören up to kiss him. Sören bucked against Maglor, who laughed softly before kissing him again. Then Sören and Dooku kissed, and Dooku's hand strayed to Sören's cock - already leaking precum - and Sören moaned when Dooku brought slick fingers to Maglor's lips to taste, who licked and sucked with a look of sensual enjoyment on his face.
Dooku rolled to the side to watch Sören and Maglor kiss some more, and then they got into position, with Sören's back against Maglor's chest. Maglor grabbed Sören's hips and slipped into him, and tilted Sören's face to his so they could kiss as he continued to push his way inside. Sören moaned into the kiss, and Dooku groaned watching them, enjoying the sight of Maglor's thick, hard cock fitting to Sören's hole, open and still full of Dooku's cum. When Maglor was all the way inside, he and Sören cried out together, and kissed harder. Maglor's arms tightened around Sören, who began to roll his hips, working the cock in and out of him, slow and steady.
After a few minutes, Sören turned his face to look at Dooku, and held out his hands, reaching for Dooku's hands, pulling him over. "Come play with us, Daddy," Sören husked.
Even though his cock was wet from Sören's mouth and his own precum, and Sören was still plenty slick from earlier, he poured extra lube over his cock. As he worked it in, he said, "If it's too much, you tell us to stop, and we will."
"Get fucking in here," Sören growled.
Maglor laughed, and tilted Sören's face back to his, giving Sören's lower lip a little nip. He played with one of Sören's nipple rings, making Sören moan and shudder before claiming his mouth. Dooku moved in close, and guided the tip of his cock to Sören's opening, already stuffed full. When Maglor pulled back, Dooku began to push in, and somehow, they were making it fit. Sören was even tighter, with both of them, and as they worked into him slowly Dooku worried that they would hurt him. But Sören kept panting "Yes, yes, yes," and when they were both all the way in, Sören trembled and howled, "Oh god, fuck yes" as his cock poured precum.
Maglor and Dooku found a rhythm, and Dooku realized a few thrusts in - shivering not just at the deliciousness of Sören wrapped around them both, but feeling Maglor's cock rub against his - that they weren't just making love to Sören together, but also making love to each other, this way. All three of them were pleasing each other at the same time, and it felt incredibly intimate and right.
Sören had that beautiful look of awe on his face as they moved inside him. "Oh god, you both fuck me so good," Sören panted. He closed his eyes, bit his lower lip, shuddering, and then his eyes were wide again, his face radiating joy and wonder. "I love you both so much..."
"We love you." Dooku took Sören's chin in his hand and kissed him.
Then Maglor kissed Sören, and Dooku and Maglor kissed over Sören's shoulder. The three continued to take turns kissing as they fucked, slow and sweet, Sören's hands playing over the hair on Dooku's chest, thighs, and arms as Maglor's hands stroked Sören's petal-soft skin over the steel of his lithe, wiry frame.
After awhile Maglor began to kiss, lick and nibble Sören's neck and shoulder, as Dooku and Sören kissed, tongues playing together between kisses. Dooku moaned and started thrusting a little faster when Sören kissed his neck, Sören's fingers brushing through the chest hair to find his sensitive nipples, rubbing and plucking. Then Maglor was playing with Sören's nipples, making Sören whimper and ride him harder, bucking against Dooku faster. Maglor continued to kiss and lick Sören's neck, and whispered in his ear every so often. "You are so fucking hot," Maglor whispered before taking another lick at Sören's neck. "So beautiful." He nibbled Sören's neck, making Sören cry out. "We love making love to you. Taking care of you. Pleasing you."
"God..." Sören shuddered. "I want you both so much... I love you both so much." His eyes misted as he played with a strand of Maglor's hair, stroked Dooku's whiskers. "I feel like I got back a part of my soul I never knew was missing."
"Yes, Fëanáro." Dooku kissed him. "We are all a part of each other." He took Sören's hand, and Maglor's scarred hand clasped theirs.
Then Maglor's hand stroked Sören's face, before resting on Sören's heart for a moment, as he tilted Sören's face again to kiss his mouth. Dooku moaned - he loved watching Sören and Maglor kiss - and he moaned again as Maglor pulled him in for a kiss as well.
Maglor's fingers walked over to Sören's nipple, and Sören bucked, riding even harder. Dooku growled as he felt Maglor's balls rubbing against his as they worked together to match Sören's rhythm, rubbing faster against each other in Sören's silken heat. Watching Maglor's fingers tease one of Sören's nipples, then the other, enticed Dooku to bend his head and feast, lapping and suckling one while Maglor played with the other. Sören's cries got louder and he writhed between them. When Dooku took a nipple ring between his teeth and gave a little tug, Sören screamed, raking his nails down Dooku's back; Dooku moaned at the sweet sting.
"More," Sören begged. "Oh god, more, please, more..."
They sped up as Sören's nipples were teased with lips, tongue, teeth and fingers into exquisitely swollen peaks, glistening deliciously. Sören rocked against them, fucking himself on their cocks, giving back as good as he got. One of Maglor's hands stroked Sören's cock in time with their thrusts, and Sören screamed again, bucking and raking Dooku's back, as he watched Dooku lick and suck precum from Maglor's fingers. When Maglor anointed Sören's nipples for Dooku to taste from there, Sören's cries of "more, more," almost sent them both over the edge, and they slowed down, savoring. Sören was completely lost in passion, almost terrifying in his wild beauty, and Dooku was as aroused by it as he was by the feel of Sören wrapped around them, the velvet steel of Maglor's cock throbbing against his as they rubbed together inside their younger lover.
They couldn't keep it slow forever, and at last they took Sören hard and fast, pounding him in the same frenzied rhythm, balls slapping together against Sören's ass. Sören howled and panted, working his hips just as hard as they were working theirs. Feverish kisses and caresses, licking sweat pooling down each other's flesh, and they were all right there, ready to come, trying to hold back, just a little longer, needing this...
Sören climaxed first, a glorious eruption, like a living volcano. He sobbed, weeping with joy as his seed spurted over Dooku's torso. At the feel of Sören contracting around them, Maglor and Dooku took each other's hands and gave in together, and the feel of cock coming on cock inside their lover made the orgasm even more powerful than usual, like a neverending tide that pulled Dooku into the sea of stars itself, weightless and infinite.
Dooku came to with his face in Sören's chest, against his heart, feeling Sören's heartbeat as Sören pet him tenderly. He picked his head up and also stroked Sören's face in return, and Maglor's, looking at them with so much love that it made him ache, made him tear up. Maglor and Dooku were still inside Sören, and it felt as cozy now as the tangle of their limbs, embracing within and without.
They pulled out of him finally, and adjusted their position again, settling in so their legs could braid together again, so they could all hold each other. "That was fucking awesome," Sören said when he could finally make words.
"Are you all right?" Dooku pet Sören's curls. "Did we hurt you -"
"I might be a little sore tomorrow, you guys are huge and you stretched me, but that part of the body is pretty flexible." Sören gave a guilty grin. "Kind of has to be, to push out sh-"
"Er." Dooku facepalmed; Sören was definitely indelicate about certain subjects... like dealing with Fëanor all over again.
Sören's laughter rang out, Sören's body heaving with it. "God, Nico." Sören kissed the tip of Dooku's nose. "You're so cute when you get all -"
"I am not cute."
"Hi Not Cute..."
Dooku glared, and Sören gave him a little kiss. Maglor was laughing now too and Dooku shot him a look before returning Sören's kiss.
Then Maglor stretched, and Dooku wondered if Maglor's movements were intentional, designed to make him look as alluring as possible. Maglor propped himself up on one elbow, his mane disheveled, and gave them a sultry look through his long lashes. "Nicolae, I hope you're not too spent."
Three times today, and Dooku's cock was already starting to wake up again. You are sixty-seven, not sixteen. "What did you have in mind?"
"I want both of you to take me, the way we took Sören together." Maglor's eyes met his, and then Sören's, and Sören's full lips parted in a little "o" - Dooku could feel across their bond that Sören was remembering. "The way the two of you used to take me together, back when..."
Sören didn't let him finish the sentence, kissing him passionately, and if Dooku hadn't already been starting to harden, he would be hardening now. Dooku groaned, his cock twinging as he watched Sören and Maglor kissing, Maglor arching to Sören, one of them using the Force to bring over the lube.
But first, Sören kissed and licked his way down Maglor's body, and Dooku groaned again as he watched Sören's head move between Maglor's legs, his tongue plunging inside him, Sören devouring him like he was starving for it. Maglor clutched Sören's head, panting, and cried out "Ada!", shuddering as Sören's tongue found just the right rhythm on his prostate.
Dooku pulled Maglor into a deep, hungry kiss, and Maglor and Dooku stroked each other's cocks, kissing as Sören's tongue fucked away; Sören moaned into Maglor's ass at the sight of them kissing. "You two are so fucking hot together," Sören growled before his tongue thrust back inside, and Maglor began to roll his hips, gently fucking Sören's face.
Before Maglor could come from Dooku's hand and Sören's tongue, Sören came up, kissing and licking Maglor's nipples as he worked one slick finger into Maglor, then two, then three. When four fingers were inside him and Maglor rocked his hips, panting as Sören's fingers rubbed, Sören nodded at Dooku. "He's ready."
Maglor climbed onto Dooku, his back against Dooku's chest. Now it was Sören's turn to appreciate the sort of view Dooku had before, Sören stroking himself, coating his cock with lube as he watched Dooku's cock push into Maglor, Dooku's arms tight around him. They kissed, and Maglor moaned as Dooku's hand reached to cup around his cock, gently stroking it.
Sören came over, laying against Maglor and kissing him, teasing him by rubbing their cocks together, and after a few minutes of that he began to push inside. The feeling of Sören's cock sliding against his almost set Dooku off right away, the sensation and lust intensified by the memories of how many times Fëanor and Fingolfin had taken Maglor like this - more than Fingolfin and Maglor had been inside Fëanor together; Laws be damned, they had wanted, and it had been glorious, and it was even moreso now that they'd been reunited after so long apart, and their passion for each other was still there. In those moments all sense of time and place seemed to slip away, they were right back where they were before... the Doom had not been able to take this from them, because they belonged to each other.
Dooku thought of the words Sören had spoken into his mind, earlier - There was something even older than that, possibly before Eru himself.
Their bond, their passion, had existed before the Valar, somehow, before Eru - it was no wonder that the Valar, for all that they had succeeded in punishing the three of them, had not been able to keep them from finding their way back to each other. Defiant. Sören, his rarely expressed dominant side showing itself as he took Maglor - and Dooku felt like he was being taken as well with the insistent rubbing of Sören's cock against his - Sören was all power now, all fire. Fire that called to their fire.
It wasn't just that they had been blood, long ago, and drawn to each other's power. It wasn't just that they all felt like they had back a missing part of themselves. It was that they were made for each other, and made of each other, older than flesh, older than blood, and it sang in the rhythm of their flesh and the heat of their blood now. There was power in their passion, a power that the Valar had feared, because they knew they would be discovered one day. Dooku could feel it - those barrister instincts were raging now, a crime discovered. It was terrifying, what had been done to them, the lengths the Powers had gone to in order to keep them apart. But here and now, they could feel it again, the Song all-present in Maglor's voice as they made him sing with ecstasy.
We are reclaiming our magic. And someday, we might take back what was stolen from us, in full.
"Mine," Sören rasped between kisses - kissing Maglor, kissing Dooku. One hand on each of them, his touch burning. "Mine. Mine."
"Fëanor," Maglor breathed. "So close..."
"Yes." Sören kissed him harder, ran his hand through Maglor's hair, stroked his face lovingly before his hand was on Maglor's heart, Maglor's scarred hand covering it. "Yes, love."
"Fëanor. Fingolfin. Father. Uncle." Maglor shuddered. "I need..."
"We all need," Dooku said, finding his words, kissing Maglor and then crushing Sören's mouth to his, hands sliding down to Sören's hips, urging him to match his rhythm, harder, faster. "We need."
"I need so much." A little sob. "It's been so long..."
Sören nipped Maglor's lower lip. "You're here now. You're mine now."
With that, Sören kissed him so hard Dooku watched them both lose their breath, and then Dooku's own breath caught as he felt Sören's cock rubbing furiously against his, fucking Maglor as hard as he could. With an arm around Maglor, and an arm around Sören, Dooku drove into Maglor as well, Maglor bucking between them, his cries rivaling the ones Sören had made earlier, quivering as Sören's hands roamed over him. "Mine," Sören rasped again, biting Maglor's neck, love bites over Maglor's chest. "Mine."
Then he took Dooku's hand. "Ours."
Dooku squeezed Sören's hand. "Yes, Fëanáro."
Maglor trembled. "Ada, you're going to make me come..." He turned his head and kissed Dooku feverishly. "You both are..."
"Come, Kanafinwë. Come for us." Sören's voice lowered, husky. "Burn for us."
Maglor let out a howl as he let go, his seed shooting all over Sören's chest, hitting Sören in the face. Sören licked his lips and the sight of that sent Dooku into his own climax, giving a hoarse shout as he spent, and a few seconds later Sören was coming too, and the feeling of Sören's white-hot cum all over his cock made Dooku cry out again, pleasure throbbing through his entire body. Maglor's contractions and the sweet throbbing of Sören against him, feeling Sören's cum continue to rush over him... Dooku shivered, moaning as he melted away.
And he gasped at the sight of Sören panting, flushed, sweating, face in rapture, a phoenix landing, scorching the earth in a beautiful blaze of glory. Maglor tilted his face to Dooku's, their foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's breath - the look of joy on his face, the light in those silver eyes, brought tears to Dooku's own eyes. Sören leaning in for a kiss, with love in his warm brown eyes, made those tears fall, silently. They were both magnificent, and they were his, and he was theirs.
You are all that I see. You are all that I want to know.
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