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“amad! why are you still wearing clothes? come on, hurry up!” kíli whines, reaching to grab at dís’ shirt.
she swats his hands away. “be patient or fíli will be the only one to get anything today.”
“don’t wanna be patient,” kíli mumbles, setting his hands in his lap, pout evident in his voice, even if dís couldn’t see his face.
“i’m sorry i’m making you share with your brother, baby, but i’ve missed both of you,” dís says, pulling her shirt up and over her head.
“‘course he’s upset over it. he says he missed you the most,” fíli laughs softly, not taking kíli’s selfish poutiness seriously, as he gently sits on the bed to dís’ other side while she tosses the shirt aside.
“amad, can i take the rest of it off? please? please!” kíli begs, completely ignoring fíli’s statement.
dís sighs, smiling at her youngest fondly. “yes, you can, but just the bra.”
kíli looks at fíli for confirmation, ( –for someone so determined to keep dís to himself, kíli relies on his big brother’s approval so much, and she cherishes the bittersweet feeling it gives her– ) and fíli nods, looking at kíli with so much love it makes her hurt.
kíli smiles brightly, reaching around to her back to undo the clasps; as kíli pulls the fabric away from her and the straps slide down her arms, fíli gently pushes on her shoulders, laying her against propped-up pillows.
her boys take such good care of her.
kíli settles his head on her bicep, wrapping her arm around his head to set her hand on his shoulder; fíli repeats on the opposite side.
dís watches as fíli sets his hand on her sternum, and kíli moves his to tangle their fingers together tightly, lightly pushing their hands into the center of her chest.
then fíli’s mouth latches onto her right nipple, and kíli’s quickly latches onto her left.
(even as newborns, fíli favored the right and kíli favored the left; the favoring of sides extended into the rest of their lives, rarely switching– they refused to switch sides when it came to this, fíli claiming her left breast was kíli’s, and kíli claiming the right was for fíli.)
dís breathes in sharply as they start suckling, mouths working in tandem to draw milk out.
she watches them, heart tightening at fíli’s closed eyes, even breaths, and almost lazy suckling; her heart squeezing even more at the way kíli looks up at her, eyes half-lidded but sparkling with adoration.
(she pretends to not notice the way fíli’s cock is stiffening or the way kíli’s tossed a leg over hers.)
“my babies,” she coos softly, feeling as if her heart might burst at any second, the growing heat in her body only adding to the feeling.
dís is certain this is what paradise feels like: both of her boys –her sons, her babies– clinging to her, mouths attached to her breasts, fíli rutting his cock into the space between her thigh and the bed, kíli rubbing his own wet cunt on her other thigh, her panties being the only fabric left on any of them.
fíli finds a spot he likes– his hips slow to a deep grind, brows furrowing, lazy suckles turning into harsher sucking. dís squeezes their shoulders as his hand slowly trails down her stomach to rest at the waistband of her panties, kíli’s following suit.
she spreads her legs slightly when kíli’s thumb slips under the waistband to allow fíli’s hand to slide in. his fingers quickly brush past her clit to curl into her cunt, immediately finding the spot that makes her feel sparks.
then kíli’s tugging her panties down just enough for fíli to start finger-fucking her with ease, and his own fingers are on her clit as soon as fíli’s hand starts moving. he’s matching fíli’s pace– and, fuck, it’s been far too long since she’s had her babies’ hands on her like this.
fíli’s stopped sucking, instead murmuring words of love in between open-mouthed kisses to her nipple and areola. dís looks at him, locking eyes, and her breath catches at the reverent look in fíli’s gaze.
her eyes flick back to kíli, who has unlatched to press his forehead to her shoulder. he breathes out airy whines as his hips pick up speed, harshly grinding his cunt against her. his fingers press down onto her own clit, trying to keep the speed but his hips buck and he’s tensing and she can’t help but coo at him as he comes.
soon, fíli’s hand starts slowing, each thrust getting harder. the deep grind of his hips has slowed even more; when she looks back at him and their eyes meet again, his cock twitches and then there's cum splattering the back of her thigh, as he forces himself to keep eye contact.
and that’s all dís needs to come, fire burning to the tips of her fingers and toes and back to her core. both of her boys moan in tandem with her as she tenses up and her cunt clenches– and kíli’s fingers slowly drag back and forth on her clit and fíli tries to keep his fingers curled to drag it out.
as soon as the tension in her drops, their hands are off her cunt and they’re kissing their way up her neck with ‘i love you’s in between and nuzzling their noses into her cheeks.
and she doesn’t know what she’s done for mahal to bless her with them, but she loves them both so, so much– more than either of them realize.