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"May I take off your tunic?", Eärwen asked in a soft voice. Her dark, brown eyes were looking up at him while her hands rested on his pectorals. Eönwë shuddered slightly. His ceremonial robes were already lying in a heap on the floor.
He could feel Arafinwë's hands in his hair taking out all the sparkling bits of jewelry hidden among it. The crystals clinked softly in the bowl where Arafinwë put them. Eönwë's pulse was going fast, and suddenly he could hear himself breathe. His eyes had flicked away from Eärwen's face after her question, landing on an ornament hung on the wall.
For all he did not need to breathe, it calmed him still to do it. He took a deep breath feeling the air fill his lungs. He felt his stomach unclench a bit and his vision opening up again. Eönwë had fashioned this body after the shape of an Elf, and it worked the same. So all it took him were a few more deep breaths to calm his nervous system and to feel more present in the room again.
"Eönwë, is this too fast?", Eärwen asked. "Do you still want to continue?" One of her hands had lifted to his cheek, stroking from his brow along the side of his face with her long fingers.
Eönwë's gaze returned to Eärwen's face. He could see the crease between her eyes. Concern and love written all over her features.
Arafinwë's hands had stilled, for the moment resting lightly on his shoulders. "There's no rush.", he said in his warm, golden voice. Eönwë could feel his solid presence behind him.
Goosebumps spread across his arms. It was incredible what this body could feel.
"I'm not used to the attention, I think.", Eönwë said with a hoarse voice. "Usually, it's me taking care of others." The intent coming from before and behind him indeed was quite unusual for Eönwë. The love and care came through so clearly, pervaded by threads of desire.
He was well used to the first two emotions coming from Eärwen and Arafinwë both. But the covetousness of him still felt very new. It was not the first time he had felt it, at first not even understanding what this new thing was, however since they all had returned to Aman after the War of Wrath it had started to happen from time to time. It had stoked a flame inside him which he did not know he had.
Eärwen interrupted his musings. "Why don't we just start with cuddling?", she proposed. Arafinwë hummed in agreement. "And once touching feels comfortable we can talk about removing more clothes."
Eönwë agreed. In next to no time he was sitting at the head of the bed with an Elf in each arm. Warmth seeped through the remaining layer each of them wore making Eönwë's skin tingle.
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Eärwen caught Arafinwë's hand in her own. Their eyes met across Eönwë's chest. It had been decades since they had last lain in bed together like this. But it did not matter how long it had been Eärwen still knew him like no other ever had.
Arafinwë's eyes were soft and shining with delight. A rush ran through her with a tremble setting in her belly. She squeezed Arafinwë's hand and her body moved against Eönwë's side involuntarily. Her smile deepened, sounds of joy spilled out of her, and she hid her face for a moment on Eönwë's chest. Eönwë and Arafinwë both joined in her laughter and filled the room with the warmth and light they were all feeling.
Full of joy Eärwen moved up Eönwë's body until her face was hovering over his, and then she dipped down for a quick kiss on the side of his mouth. Their gazes connected and for a moment she was lost in his golden brown eyes. After a few moments she raised her eyebrows, a smile crinkling around her eyes and the burning desire in them visible to Eönwë. A small nod and the smile spreading across Eönwë's face gave her the answer she needed.
This time their lips met full on.
It was a soft and lingering kiss. Eönwë's arm around her tightened and she could feel Arafinwë move a strand of hair behind her ear as if he wanted to see their kiss better. She opened her eyes and looking to the left she could see his face full of warmth. The desire she perceived in Arafinwë flooded her system and made her feel hot all over.
Eärwen broke the kiss to get a look at Eönwë's face, but she barely had the chance because he followed her mouth to return his lips to hers. In response, she spread her lips slightly to take his lower lip between hers and sucking lightly on it.
When they broke apart, Arafinwë came closer. His hand had moved to the base of her neck, and he used the leverage to steal a quick kiss from her before he bent over to kiss Eönwë as well. Eärwen observed with fascination.
Her husband had always been a delightful kisser, and it intrigued her to see him apply his skill to Eönwë. Arafinwë started with light and short kisses building up to longer ones. Eönwë's eyes were mostly closed but flicked open now and then. He seemed a bit dazed by the onslaught of Arafinwë's lips. He returned the kisses eagerly with smiles breaking ever so often across his face.
She was fascinated to see how the color of his hair had started to shift back and forth. Red and gold highlights were appearing and disappearing like pulses of light in his usually light brown hair. She ran a hand through his locks enjoying the feel of them.
Moans and heavy breaths were filling the air after some time. Arafinwë's hips were rolling against Eönwë's, one of his limber legs slotted between Eönwë's stout thighs.
Eärwen decided she had enough of watching for the moment. She ran her free hand through Arafinwë's long flowing golden hair and taking a moment to caress his ear before she moved it down to his shoulder across his back to his pert behind. There was a sharp intake of breath from Arafinwë when she squeezed it. His head lifted to shoot her a heated glance. Her hand moved lower to the hemline of Arafinwë's shift which had ridden up his legs. She tugged on it, and willingly he lifted his hips to make it easier to remove. Eönwë caught on to her intention and grabbed the other side of the garment.
Together they revealed the beautiful form of Arafinwë. Fine golden hair contrasted with his bronze skin. A long, jagged scar still in the process of healing ran across his right thigh, a reminder of an orc blade encountered in the recent war. It was not the only scar on his body but the most prominent one.
She saw Eönwë running a finger next to the scar where the skin would not be too sensitive. Eönwë's eyes widened and focused on Arafinwë's cock when he realized how it visibly hardened in response to his touch. Eönwë's reaction made Eärwen smile, she had quite a similar one a long, long time ago when she had first touched her husband like this.
"May I take off your tunic now?", she asked for the second time this night.
"Yes.", Eönwë answered. "But I can do it myself."
Eärwen stopped Eönwë's hands from removing his own clothes in a hurry. She opened the knot on his wrap around tunic and then slowly pushed it off his shoulders savoring the feel of the muscles moving below his skin. She had pushed close to him, her breasts against his chest as she ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back. Her fingers caressed over smooth, pearly skin until her right hand encountered the place where a balrog's spear had punctured Eönwë's body. A coldness and a hotness was there, the feeling of scarred tissue but also soft nothingness. It felt almost sticky.
Eärwen's eyes tried to understand what she was seeing but similar to touching the wound whatever was there did not make much sense. There was darkness but also light running through it. Compared to the solid skin around it, that spot seemed to be not be quite there. "It is very strange.", she said and added: "Your wound."
She knew that it was a wound of the Maia's ëala coming through in his bodily form, but she had never seen one before.
"I can hide it if you like.", Eönwë said, and a moment later the wound was gone. The only thing indicating that it had been there was the coolness persisting.
Eärwen shook her head. "There's no need to hide it on my account." Drawing back she gave Eönwë a loving kiss. "I was just surprised at how it actually looked and felt."
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Searching out Eönwë's gaze Arafinwë moved his hand slowly down Eönwë's body. From the stomach down to the top of Eönwë's leggings. He saw Eönwë nodding at him and proceeded to open them. Together with Eärwen they removed Eönwë's last bit of clothing.
Arafinwë enjoyed the feel of Eönwë's meaty thighs, soft fat over strong muscles. Eärwen's hands were caressing Eönwë's other thigh. He could hear Eönwë take in an audible breath, so he looked up at him and the expression on the Maia's face was beautiful. Lips slightly parted and a warm fire in his eyes created a riveting picture of bliss. Arafinwë could not wait to see this expression intensified.
His attention then turned to Eärwen who had put the hem of her shift in Eönwë's hand and had raised her own to make it easier to remove.
It was a pleasure to see Eärwen slowly unveiled. The burn mark above her left breast was new, but the rest was just how he remembered it. Strong arms and shoulders, a slightly soft belly, narrow hips and the tattoo of a clam in blue-black ink on her right thigh.
When Eönwë had finished, Eärwen took one of his hands. "I'd love for you to touch me all over.", she said and put his hand on one of her breasts. Her nipples were already pebbled. And with a glance at Arafinwë she told him: "You already know what I like." And so he moved closer to her and kissed her before starting to explore her body.
"You... you can touch me as well.", Eönwë said. His voice was very soft and almost shy but the desire burning his eyes told Arafinwë how much he wanted this.
So Arafinwë's other hand started to caress Eönwë. First along his flank and then down to Eönwë's cock which was already half hard. Arafinwë started to stroke and when his gaze met with Eönwë's he directed him silently with his eyes to have Eönwë touch his cock, too.
Soon the air was filled with heavy breaths and sounds of skin moving on skin. Quiet words were exchanged when necessary and for some time they just enjoyed touching and being touched.
"Eönwë." Eärwen's voice was soft and questioning. Meanwhile, Arafinwë's hand was busy sliding over her slick clitoris. "May I ride your cock?" Arafinwë had to smile, he loved Eärwen so much for her directness and always stating what she wanted.
Eönwë's hand on Arafinwë's cock stopped once he had processed Eärwen's question. His eyes were wide when Arafinwë looked at him.
When Eönwë said yes to Eärwen's proposal, Eärwen said lightly: "Arafinwë and I might have talked about how we can give you a wonderful experience for your first time having sex."
Arafinwë added: "Will you let us show you?"
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Eönwë could feel the love emanating through the words of these two Elves. They cared for him so deeply, a care he returned with all his being. That they were all in a bed now had not been a surprise. Over the last weeks they had drawn all closer and closer to each other. Spending hours talking, one on one or all three together. Holding each other and feeling the tension build. It had only been a question of a suitable moment to reach this point.
And full of trust Eönwë let himself be maneuvered into Arafinwë's arms. His back resting against Arafinwë's front with two long legs on each side of him. He could feel Arafinwë's erection stiff against his lower back.
Eärwen had straddled his hips, stroking his cock until he and Arafinwë were comfortable. Then she lifted herself up and guided Eönwë's erection inside her.
Eönwë's breath left him with a moan when he felt the warm, wet tightness surrounding the tip of his cock. His eyes were locked with Eärwen's while she slowly sank down on him her hands stabilizing herself on his chest. Arafinwë's chin was resting on his shoulder and one of his hands was caressing his ear.
The sensations were wonderful and so much; Eönwë could feel his control on his form slip again a little. He looked down on where he was joined with Eärwen. Like the ripples in a lake his skin took on different pearl colors. Waves of rose and green and dark gray and purple ran across his skin. Eärwen followed one of the edges in fascination from his belly to his collarbone.
Eönwë could feel his hands and feet tingle as Eärwen started to move on him. All his thoughts disappeared while his focus shifted to these overwhelming sensations. Arafinwë had started to kiss along his neck, taking his earlobe between his lips creating a counterpoint to Eärwen's steady motion.
Moment by moment, Eönwë only noticed one thing at once. The hair on Arafinwë's leg where his hand rested. A strand of silver hair between Eärwen's bouncing breasts. Lips along his hair line. Eärwen's dark eyes on him. The trembling in his abdominal muscles. Moans in the air. A thick strand of Arafinwë's golden hair which had fallen over his own chest. Eärwen's lips on his mouth. Then Arafinwë's lips on his jaw.
The tingling had built up from his hands to his chest, from his feet to his groin. Suddenly, his thighs started to tense, and then he was coming. He felt his cock jerk several times, and then he fell back heavily against Arafinwë. Strong arms closed around him from behind while Eärwen embracing the both of them from the front.
Slowly their heavy breaths settled.
Eönwë's perception returned by and by. Warmth was all around him. Soft kisses on his brow and his cheek. Hands in his hair.
"You're still hard.", slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. He could feel Arafinwë chuckle behind him; Eärwen was laughing as well.
"It can wait for a bit.", Arafinwë said. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
Eönwë blushed. "Yes." There was a deep contentedness inside him, and he had to smile so hard that it turned into a grin. "Thank you." He wanted to say more, but words did not come easy at the moment.
Eärwen's smile must have been as bright as his when she took his face in her hand and looked him in the eyes. "Oh, the pleasure was all mine.", she said suggestively. It took a moment for the meaning to sink in.
"Oh, ah, I should have noticed.", Eönwë said with embarrassment. Not that he would have known how to ask her if she had come as well.
She kissed him. "Don't fret, you soon will know the signs very well."
Eönwë's heart beat hard in his chest. He was looking forward to learning all the signs, and all the sighs, Eärwen and Arafinwë could breathe.
He turned around to Arafinwë. "Show me...", he said in a pleading tone with his hand moving down to Arafinwë's erection.
And in the next few days, Eönwë was taught much about pleasure.