#tirno

"Do you like this? Do you want more?" 

Estë's warm hands rest on his shoulders, gently massaging tense muscles, and Irmo sits in front of him, holding his face in his hands as he waits for an answer. 

Breathlessly, Tirno nods; he's nervous, he's never had other Ainur take care of him like this in his ages of solitude in Middle-earth, let alone two Valar. He doesn't know what to do, but one thing he's sure about – it feels good to be touched and held. 

"You need to relax and open up to us," Irmo explains with a tender smile. "Do you think you can do that for us? We won't proceed unless you feel ready." 

Tirno nods again and senses the brush of two ëalar against his own as the couple reaches out simultaneously to make sure he's alright. The contact feels strange and intense for a moment, reminding him once more how long it has been since he was with other Ainur and let them see his thoughts and heart. Slowly and carefully, he responds to their spiritual touch and lets them perceive his emotions, curiosity, excitement, nervousness and contentment swirling around within him. 

"Worry not," Estë whispers. "We have time. And if it is too much, all you need to do is let us know and we will stop. We won't push you." 

"There is no shame in it," Irmo agrees. Lavender eyes meet blue, and he maintains eye contact as he gently removes Tirno's robes. 

Estë brushes the fabric off his shoulders, allowing her warm, soft palms to make contact with his skin, and continues her massage while her husband starts tracing Tirno's silvery tattoos. 

"What a beautiful fána you have," Irmo says, genuine delight lighting up his ethereal features. 

His words send waves of warmth through Tirno's very being. After ages of watching and protecting the Children, it feels good to have someone doing the same for him and showering him with affection on top of it. When Irmo leans in to kiss him, he simply closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling of warm lips caressing his own. It's over before he has gotten used to this new sensation, before he has memorised the sweet, addictive taste of the Lord of Dreams; but his disappointment vanishes as soon as Estë cups his cheeks and tilts his head so she can kiss him too. 

They take turns, one kissing him, the other continuing to undress him. Tirno soon finds himself naked on Estë's lap, his fána hot with need despite the lack of clothing, his lips wet and eyes half-lidded as he looks up at Irmo, a silent plea for more. Once again he feels the touch of his ëala, a wordless reassurance, and responds by opening up as he has been asked to do, letting the two Valar sense his desire. 

"Help our darling relax, my love," Irmo says, "I shall take care of him." 

Without a hint of shame, he kneels and lowers his head to place soft kisses all over Tirno's lower body, paying special attention to the hardening flesh between his legs. Estë lets out a hum of approval as she enjoys the view and runs her fingers up and down the Maia's fána. 

"You are doing so well for us," she praises. "Spread your legs a little more, yes, just like that..."

Her hands caress his trembling flanks as do Irmo's and they join their fingers for a brief moment, a tender gesture that makes Tirno even more grateful to be allowed to participate, to receive a part of their love so he can heal. 

Estë gently helps him spread his legs like she asked and lean back against her to grant better access, and Irmo bows down to give his entrance a cheeky, experimental lick. 

"Does that feel good?" 

"Y-yes," Tirno breathes. 

"Do you want me to continue?"

"More please." 

Visibly delighted, Irmo is more than happy to oblige. 

Tirno finds himself trembling in Estë's loving embrace when that wonderful, sinful tongue explores a part of his fána that so far remained untouched. He didn't know how sensitive it is, didn't know how good it can feel. Irmo pushes his tongue inside him once he relaxes, carefully watching his reaction even as he feasts on him. 

"I think he is ready," Estë whispers after a while. 

"You think he can take a little more?" 

"Certainly, if he wants to." She smiles at the Maia in her arms. "Did you like that, Tirno? Having something inside you?" 

"I... I did, yes." 

"Very good." 

As Irmo withdraws his tongue, Estë gracefully reaches between Tirno's legs. Her index finger teases his hole, circling it a few times, then slowly enters him, knuckle after knuckle until she's fully inside. His eyelids are fluttering, and it takes all of his self-control to remain relaxed like he was told. The sensation of being penetrated by something more solid is still new to him, but he adjusts to it after she starts moving. It doesn't hurt – he has been prepared well – and soon the feeling of something invading his fána is replaced by pleasure.

A second finger soon joins the first, but this time it's Irmo's. Eyes glossy, Tirno looks up at the two Valar and watches them stare at each other while fingering him together, unbridled passion and lust evident on their faces. They take pleasure in toying with him, and he finds that he does too. He wants this; he's ready to give himself to them in whichever way they desire. 

"More?" Irmo asks again. 

Tirno nods eagerly. 

It's Estë who begins stretching him, slowly and with utmost care not to hurt him, and Irmo assists her. Tirno's fána remains relaxed and opens up, earning him mumbled praises and endearments from the two Valar. 

"So good for us..." 

"Beautiful..." 

"What a precious little bird you are..."

He moans, hesitant at first, then allows his voice to increase in volume. His hips begin to rock back and forth and his cock rests against his stomach, fully erect and leaking tiny droplets. Whereas Tirno would normally be ashamed to appear so vulnerable and needy, an old habit from his many years spent in solitude across the sea, such thoughts were now mercifully gone from his mind. He trusts the couple who so generously accept and take care of him. 

When Irmo asks if he wants either of them inside, Tirno nods – though his eyes fly open to look up at him with visible nervousness. The position he's currently in is comfortable, but he feels so very prone upon picturing himself fully underneath a Vala while being taken. 

Sensing his discomfort, Estë sits up straight and lifts him alongside her. 

"Let's make you comfortable first," she says and kisses his parting, a gesture of reassurance. 

Tirno allows himself to be turned around so he faces her instead and guided into a kneeling position. Estë smiles, cupping his cheeks with both hands. 

"Better?" 

"Yes. Thank you, my lady." 

Irmo's warm, soft hands come to rest on his hips. "Ready, dearest?"

Tirno nods. 

The feeling of the Vala entering him was intense, but not painful. He closes his eyes, his lips parting to release a long, drawn-out moan, and leans against Estë for support. She rewards him with tiny butterfly kisses for every inch he takes, until Irmo is comfortably settled inside him and joins in her efforts, his lips brushing against the nape of the Maia's neck. 

It is then that Tirno fully relinquishes control and allows himself to just feel. His fána is gently rocked back and forth as Irmo moves inside him, his head resting on Estë's chest, and he basks in the pleasure as well as the warmth and closeness of their presence. 

He has witnessed this act several times before, be it watching beasts mate or incarnates making love, but none of these encounters and the emotions he felt while watching come close to this. It's intense, but in a good way. He's panting, mewling, groaning, but not from pain or discomfort. It's as if his very being sings, a song he didn't know he has in his heart. 

Estë reaches for his neglected cock and gives it a few tender, languid strokes, and it's all he needs. Tirno climaxes soon after, his release painting his thighs and stomach white like the snowy mountains he used to call home, and collapses against her, breathing heavily. 

Irmo stills even though he hasn't found relief yet, and it seems as if he waits for some kind of silent command from his wife. Tirno can't see Estë's face from his current position, but feels the movement of her shaking her head, and the wonderful warmth of the Vala's length disappears, leaving him empty. 

"Please, I... I would like to satisfy you too," he says, addressing both of them, but the Valië merely pats his head and gently holds him down while she exchanges a kiss with her husband. 

"You are new to this, and it is intense for you. We don't wish to put any strain on you," she explains. 

"And worry not about me, we still have each other," Irmo adds, a hint of mischief in his tone. "Why don't you watch us while you recover? If you feel like you are able, you can join us for another round later."

Tirno accepts with a small nod. Deep down he's glad; as much as he would like to return the favour, he lacks experience and knowledge and fears that he might disappoint the two Valar. Yet there is one more question on his mind, and he feels compelled to ask when Estë gathers him in her arms to carry him to a more comfortable resting place nearby. 

"Have I been claimed now?" 

She shakes her head. "You can stay with us as long as you want, but we will not ask for your allegiance. That will be your decision to make and ours to accept." 

"You are and remain free," Irmo hums. "Never forget that, little bird.”

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