A pounding on the door to their suite elicited a growl from Aragorn's mouth as the King of Gondor looked at his Queen peevishly. "What is it?" he yelled.
Arwen smiled as her youngest brother's voice called to them from the other side of the door.
"Elrohir and I want to know if you're going to come riding with us this afternoon?" Elladan asked, his voice barely audible through the thick oak doors.
"I'm already in the process of riding," Aragorn replied, earning him a smack on the arm from his wife, who wriggled beneath him on the bed.
"What?" Elladan called, not having heard Aragorn's reply.
"I'll meet you in the stables!" Aragorn bellowed.
"Fine! See you there!"
"Your brothers…someone needs to teach them about timing," Aragorn mumbled, finding his rhythm again after being disrupted by the Elf at the door.
"They miss you, darling," Arwen murmured into his neck as her hands ran themselves over the King of Gondor's strong back. "Since the Coronation and our wedding, they've hardly been able to spend anytime with you at all."
"This is the third time one or another of them has interrupted us!"
"Forgive them, my love…they only want your company as they had it in Imladris…"
"Right now the only thing I want is to feel you exploding for me!" Aragorn commanded, bruising Arwen's lips with his own as he increased the tempo of his thrusts.
His wish was her command.
Aragorn stalked into the stables, completely oblivious to the beauty of the day, or the loveliness of the sun as it touched the snowcapped mountains far to the East. He was determined to explain to the Peredhil twins about a human male's frustration with coitus interruptus.
Looking about, he was confused, since the stable looked to be empty except for the horses in their stalls, their tails flicking at the green flies that buzzed around them. Turning to leave, his ears picked up a soft moaning sound coming from the very last stall of the stable.
Relying on his Ranger skills, he silently approached the stall, a small grin on his face. He fully expected to find one or the other of the twins rolling about in the hay with a chambermaid trying to bury his axe between her legs, and thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to demonstrate how extremely frustrating it is to be interrupted while lovemaking.
Creeping to the last stall, he peered over the fencing. A lifetime of training could not prevent the gasp that escaped his throat as he witnessed Elladan devour the stiff, weeping Elfhood of his brother in one long swallow.
Elrohir cracked his eyes open at the soft sound that came from outside the stall. Seeing the new King of Gondor - his brother-in-law - staring at them over the fencing, Elrohir raising an eyebrow and tapped his brother on the shoulder.
"Mmmff," Elladan said, annoyed at his brother's tapping finger.
"We have company, 'Dan," Elrohir said.
"Mmmff?"
"Aragorn. He looks surprised."
"Mmmff."
"Elladan wants to know if you'd like to join us, your Majesty," Elrohir translated his brother's mumbling for a stunned Aragorn. "If not, we'll be through in just a few moments."
Elrohir closed his eyes again, Elladan not missing a beat in his efforts, despite Aragorn's interruption.
Aragorn stared at the two, watching Elladan's dark head bob against his brother's belly, hearing the soft wet sucking sounds of his mouth on Elrohir's shaft. He felt his Manhood rise in his trousers, straining against the soft material. His hand moved to massage himself, unable to resist the sight before him. Briefly, he wondered why he had never been approached by the twins before, and realized that they would not have wished to intervene between himself and their sister. Now that he and Arwen were married, they could not be considered a threat to the relationship…the timing was right.
He slipped inside the gate of the stall, dropping his leggings to the floor, kneeling beside the two Elves. He ran his fingers over their soft, warm flesh, his own shaft bobbing against his stomach. Turning his head, Elrohir flicked out his tongue, touching it briefly to the King's scepter, while his twin continued sucking on him. Elladan, without releasing Elrohir for a moment, slid his body forward, revealing his own throbbing erection to Aragorn.
"Mmmff."
"Elladan would like you to taste him, Aragorn…" Elrohir interpreted, his dark gray eyes not leaving the sight of Aragorn's own weeping organ.
Silently, Aragorn slid his own body parallel with Elrohir's, tentatively taking Elladan's shaft in his hand. Dipping his head forward, he hesitantly tasted the Elf, finding the taste much to his liking. He groaned against the hard member in his hand as Elrohir swallowed Aragorn whole.
Lying in the hay, the three formed a living, breathing circle of male flesh, attached to each other by tongues, teeth, and lips, as they quickly brought each other to nearly simultaneous orgasms.
Their heads still cradled between each other's thighs, Elladan said, "So, Aragorn…are we going to go riding today?"
"I don't know if I'm much in the mood right now to ride a horse, 'Dan," Aragorn said, wondering at how quickly the Elves could get over a climax that overwhelming to even think about moving. He wondered whether Elros' side of the family also held such stamina.
"Whoever said anything about horses?" Elladan answered, his brother joining him in chuckling mischievously at the King of Gondor, pulling a bottle of oil out from under the hay.
Aragorn raised an eyebrow at his brothers-in-law, realizing that timing was, indeed, everything.