This can be read as a followup to Make It Rain, where Maglor suggests they "should fuck outside in the rain sometime".
Though they had timed their Sunday afternoon errands to get home before the day's expected rain, it came early, pouring down on the drive home. And yet, Sören didn't mind it - after the last heat of summer lingering well into September, the cool rain was welcome. He took his time getting out of the car, and even splashed in a puddle forming in the driveway.
"Silly." Anthony took a few steps back towards Sören and gave him a kiss, then put an arm around him and ushered him to the front door.
But as they put the groceries away, Sören kept glancing outside through the kitchen window, feeling a touch of wistful longing. "I think I want to go outside for a few and enjoy the rain," Sören said. "It feels good."
Sören went out to the backyard for a short walk, breathing in the scent of petrichor and letting the raindrops soothe and refresh his skin. After a few minutes Mark came out to join him, and in the privacy of their yard Mark unglamoured himself, letting the points of his ears show and his eyes glow silver as his hair fell from the middle of his back to his waist and he glowed faintly in the mist.
No matter how many times Sören watched the transformation, he was still in awe. "You're beautiful," Sören husked, and threw his arms around Maglor, pulling him into a kiss.
Anthony peeked his head out the back door as the kiss deepened, and when Mark took his shirt off to be even more at home and himself in the elements of nature, Anthony gave a wolf whistle and came forward.
They took turns kissing, and Sören started to feel randy. He remembered something Mark had said months ago, during a spring thunderstorm.
"Hey Maglor, remember when you said we should fuck in the rain sometime?" Sören grinned.
Mark laughed and nodded. "Great minds, I was just recalling that myself."
"You guys are sluts," Anthony teased, but he immediately began unbuttoning his shirt.
There was something about getting naked out here in the rain that brought out Sören's playful side. He ran a lap around the yard, giggling, and then he did a little happy dance before joining his lovers.
"You're so cute." Anthony kissed the tip of Sören's nose. "And hot." Anthony claimed his mouth, and Sören's cunt throbbed, ready for action.
They continued to kiss, running their hands over freshly exposed naked flesh. The love shining in Mark's beautiful labradorite eyes made Sören drop to his knees, reverent, and he leaned in and began kissing and licking his way down Mark's body, worshiping him. Anthony joined him, the two of them adoring Maglor together, making the Elf tremble, breathing harder, clutching their heads.
Then Anthony gently pushed Sören down into the grass and he and Mark worked on Sören's body together, kissing here, licking there, fingers tracing. Sören arched to them, breathless - there was nothing like the sensation of cool rain beating down on him between kisses and caresses that sent fire through his veins.
Before Sören could get too lost in sensation, the sight of Anthony's chest hair glistening wet drove him mad with a sudden surge of lust and Sören found himself pouncing on Anthony and rolling him onto his back. Anthony smiled up at him but the smile was quickly replaced with a look of ecstasy and soft moans as Sören and Mark explored him with their hands and mouths.
Sören couldn't take it anymore - he wanted to taste all of Anthony. He rubbed his nose in Anthony's damp bush and began to lap at the hard clit jutting out at him like a cock. Anthony moaned louder. As Sören sucked on each of his thick, meaty cunt lips, Mark moved behind Sören and started licking at him; Sören took both lips in his mouth, pulling on them, moaning with his mouth full. Then as Mark sucked on Sören's clit, Sören did the same to Anthony. Anthony reached out to rub and pat Mark's ass, signaling that Mark should sit on his face. They formed a triangle, licking and sucking, making each other even wetter than the pouring rain.
After awhile they traded places. Sören straddled Anthony's shoulders and dove between Mark's legs as Mark mashed his face into Anthony. The petrichor of the rain blended deliciously with Mark's natural musk and Sören slurped at his cream, not able to get enough. Sören rode Anthony's tongue, going back and forth between teasing his clit and fucking inside him, lashing eagerly. Hearing Anthony groan and growl into him as Mark's wicked tongue worked its magic made it even better. The pleasure built deeper and higher, the three lovers devouring each other like they were starving for it, like nothing else existed but hot, needy mancunt.
Before anyone could come, Mark pulled off of Anthony, grabbed Sören and kissed him, sharing Anthony's juices. As they kissed they played with each other - Mark's skilled fingers brought Sören right to that edge, aching to come so fiercely that his thighs quivered and he heard himself making desperate little noises. Then Mark brought his fingers to Sören's lips, and as Sören licked and sucked his cream from Mark's long, elegant fingers, Anthony kissed and nibbled Sören's sensitive neck and shoulder, reaching around to rub and pinch Sören's pierced nipples. "Oh shit, fuck me," Sören begged, ready to explode.
Mark and Anthony exchanged glances, then kissed - first a deep, passionate kiss, then a sensual open-mouthed kiss, tongues licking. Anthony patted Mark and then Mark grinned at Sören, just before pushing him back into the grass.
Mark climbed over Sören and parted his thighs, and maneuvered himself between them. They kissed as their cunt lips kissed, and Sören cried out at the feel of Mark's clit on his clit. Mark began to roll his hips, finding that perfect rhythm, back and forth, up and down, circles, clit teasing clit. The heat of Mark's body on his, the heat of their juices dripping, contrasted with the cool rain, every sensation so deliciously intense.
Anthony watched them, touching himself, then came forward on his knees while Mark and Sören kissed again. Sören and Mark licked at Anthony's clit together then took turns sucking on it, making it harder and harder, as Mark and Sören continued to rub together. After a few minutes Anthony got behind Mark, and Sören knew just from the look on Mark's face that Anthony was inside him, penetrating with his long, thick clit.
Then Anthony took Sören. It felt like a finger inside him, stroking his inner walls. Knowing Anthony's clit was soaked in Mark's juices and this was a way for Mark to be inside him too made it even hotter. Sören moaned, nails digging in Mark's sides, savoring the sweet rubbing inside and out, two clits fucking him at once.
Anthony slipped out of Sören and Mark moaned into Sören's neck as Anthony pushed into him again. Sören thrilled to the sight of Anthony rocking his hips, Mark working his hips faster, fucking himself on Anthony's clit-cock, fucking Sören harder. Anthony and Mark's hips slapped together as the sound of Mark and Sören's cunts got louder, making sloppy suctioning noises. Anthony grabbed Mark by the hair and Mark growled, nipping Sören's neck.
Anthony took Sören again, and Sören bucked, matching Mark's rhythm, clit fucking clit as Anthony's clit continued to please his cunt, in and out, driving him wild. Sören heard himself whimpering, panting, in heat for it, completely given over to this primal, animalistic fuck out in the grass, out in the rain, ready for it anytime, anyplace.
Anthony kept going back and forth between them, inside Mark for a few thrusts then inside Sören, as Mark and Sören kept going, clit pleasuring clit. When Sören saw Anthony shaking and gritting his teeth with a feral snarl, he knew Anthony was close, and that brought him to the shatterpoint. The next time Anthony's clit entered him Sören lost it, climaxing hard. Anthony threw back his head and grunted, coming at the feel of Sören's cunt gripping and squeezing his clit-cock.
Then Mark came as he felt Sören's contractions against him - Mark squirted, shuddering, swearing in Quenya. Sören threw his arms around Mark and held him tight, raining kisses over his face, whispering "Ég elska þig, ástin mín," wanting so much to give Maglor ecstasy after so many years of pain. Mark smiled, eyes shining with love, and gave a blissful smile as he snuggled into Sören's chest.
Still shaking from his release, Anthony came over to them, leaning in to kiss each of them in turn, then he rolled to curl up with them, rubbing Sören's head and Mark's back. "My good boys," Anthony purred.
They lay there in the rain for a little while, until it got too cold. They picked up their clothes and ran into the house naked, laughing - Anthony swatted Sören's ass with his wet T-shirt, then got Mark. After starting laundry they changed into pajamas and Anthony put on tea for some warmth.
But Sören was already warm and glowing on the inside. As nasty as their hot fuck was, there was also an innocence to it, the three of them playing together, carefree, the troubles of the world far away as they returned to nature. They had made a beautiful memory, one that would shine light through the storms of life.