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Sam stumbled along the road, giggling as Rosie and Frodo helped keep his balance, though they themselves couldn’t properly put one foot in front of the other. The cool air nipped at Sam’s nose, but his bellyful of ol’ Samfast Longburrow’s famous cider warmed him from the tips of his hair to the tip of his toes.
He hummed an old Yule tune, laughing merrily as Frodo and Rosie joined in with the words. The annual Yule Festival had left them all in high spirits. The week had been filled with good cheer, hearty meals, and teeming anticipation for the Festival under the Party Tree. The Festival never failed to disappoint, and this year was no exception. Some were already calling it the best Yule Festival in recent memory, making Sam practically burst with pride. It was his first year overseeing the preparations as Mayor- a daunting task for any hobbit, but not for Sam, not when he had his two dear loves to lean on. The Festival flourished with their love and guidance, and watching Rosie dance under the sea of lanterns while Frodo weaved a tale to a gaggle of spellbound faunts at his feet nearly brought him to tears of joy.
The Festival had gone well into the night, and with no end in sight (quite common for any Shire celebration). Sam was prepared to see the Festival through sunrise, when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned, and was met with Frodo and Rosie’s flushed faces, their exerted breaths from their last dance swirling out in wisps.
“May we steal away the Mayor to present his Yule gift?” Frodo asked, grinning as Rosie giggled beside him. Seemed like an innocent enough ask for any other hobbit, but Sam knew that gleam in Frodo’s eyes well enough. Just what were they up to?
He let his mind focus back to the arms on either side of him. Some distant part of his mind did feel a mite of guilt for what little time all three of them spent over the past week. As long as the food and drink kept flowing, the festival-goers would not mind if Sam sneaked away for a bit.
“We’re here,” he heard Rosie say and he noticed at last they had made their way over to the old Cotton barn. After the Cottons raised the new one a few years back, the old barn had seen some better days but was still used sparingly from time to time. They stopped a few feet away from the doors, and Frodo turned to Sam, grinning his gap-toothed smile.
“Close your eyes, dear,” Frodo said sweetly, but the gleam in his eyes betrayed him. Sam narrowed his eyes, but complied with a laugh.
“Now, just what are you two plannin’?” Sam asked. He heard Rosie laugh and felt her hand slip into his.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” she said, and Sam felt a shiver run down his spine. That was heat in her voice, and make no mistake. He felt himself blush and nodded, finding all the words he’d ever known useless and forgotten.
The doors opened and he was led in by Rosie. The doors shut behind them with a clang and Sam felt Frodo return back to his other side with a peck on his cheek.
“Alright, you can open your eyes now,” Frodo said softly. Sam opened his eyes and he gasped. Lights were strung all about above them, casting the barn in a warm and soft glow. A small pit had been placed near the middle, a crackling fire already working to keep the cold at bay. The old hay piles looked to have been rearranged and above them, blankets and pillows he recognized from Bag End’s linen closet laid strewn about. He felt his heart quicken, the heat within him began to stir. Did they…
“You’ve worked so hard these past few days Sam-dear,” Rosie said, her voice soft and silken. She stepped to his front, pressing her soft body against his. Sam’s arms immediately wrapped themselves around her sides, and as he did, he felt Frodo’s slender arms wrap around him from behind. He felt the familiar press of Frodo’s hard cock against his backside, which only made shift in anticipation.
“We want to show how much we appreciate all your hard work, if you’d like,” Frodo murmured, his hands slowly traveling up Sam’s torso. Sam shivered under his feather-light touch.
“Oh lor’, you two will be the death of me,'' Sam sighed, dropping his head back against Frodo’s shoulders. Rosie giggled, raising her hand to tilt his back down. She kissed Sam, slow and sweet, as she began to make slow of the buttons of his shirt. Sam moaned into the kiss, the feeling of Rosie’s tongue and Frodo’s roaming fingers sent his head spinning.
When the last button was finally undone, Rosie pulled back and Frodo slipped the shirt off. She stepped back to admire him, and Sam felt as he would burn on the spot under her smoldering gaze.
“Such a strong and sturdy hobbit,” Rosie said quietly. Frodo’s hands began to roam again, caressing his soft sides and belly. Sam sighed, relishing in the feeling of his slow and gentle touch. Frodo’s fingers trailed up over his nipples, and Sam’s breathing hitched. “So lovely,” Frodo whispered, nipping at Sam’s ear. Sam cried out softly. He felt Rosie take his hand in her’s.
“Come, let’s settle down,” Rosie said and she led them over to the hay piles. Sam climbed and settled right in the middle, and Frodo made quick work of his vest and shirt before climbing in after him. Frodo sat right between Sam’s legs and he looked back towards Rosie.
“Are you coming in, my dear?” Frodo asked.
“I’ll be there soon don’t you worry,” Rosie said, already working on the laces of her bodice, “Besides, you ought to know how much I love watchin’ my lads.”
“Then watch closely,” Frodo said and turned back to Sam, kissing him hungrily. Sam moaned, returning the kiss just as eagerly. Their hands and mouths searched for each other, and Sam felt as if he would explode from his touch alone.
Frodo broke the kiss, panting hard before beginning to trail kisses along Sam’s jaw. Sam cried and pushed his hips up to meet Frodo’s. Frodo groaned at the sudden contact and began to kiss down Sam’s neck until his lips found a nipple, his hand trailing down between Sam’s thighs. Frodo gave his nipple small licks as his hand began to rub him through his breeches.
“Oh, Frodo,” Sam moaned, grinding his hips up against Frodo’s touch. Frodo gave one final lick before he began to suckle in earnest, his fingers rubbing harder. Sam cried out, his back arching against the hay. One his hands flew to the top of Frodo’s head, while the other scrambled between them trying to undo his breeches. He heard a soft laugh.
“Allow me, darling,” Sam opened his eyes and saw Rosie, already down to her frilly underthings. She smiled and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips before her hand slipped down to undo the laces in one move. Sam felt Frodo smile against his skin and he pulled back as Sam wiggled out of his breeches and smallclothes at last.
Sam felt their heated gazes on his naked body, and with a small smile, he spread his legs, presenting his slick folds to his lovers. Frodo groaned, and leaned down to kiss Sam again. “Oh Sam,” Frodo breathed against his lips, and pressed his fingers firmly inside Sam. Sam gasped, his legs spreading out a little wider at the sensation.
“So good,” Frodo groaned, and began to suckle along Sam’s neck, his fingers curling inside him. Somewhere in the middle of the pleasure, Sam heard a soft sigh and glanced over to Rosie. She laid back against the hay close to them, one hand kneading her soft breast while the other was between her thighs. He knew she was rather fond of watching them have a go at each other, but it didn’t do for him to have all the fun.
Sam reached out and began to caress her thigh, and Rosie giggled. “Always considerate, aren’t you my dear?” Rosie asked, gasping as Sam slipped a finger inside. Between Frodo and Rosie, Sam couldn’t even think of any words to use and simply moaned in response. Before long, Frodo drew his hand away, and Sam whined softly at the loss.
“Turn around for me, Sam,” Frodo said in a low voice, pressing a kiss to Sam’s round cheek. Sam shivered and drew his hand away from Rosie to turn himself over. He got on his hands and knees, lifting his round ass in the air. Sam gazed back at Frodo, flushed and waiting. Frodo groaned and with a small kiss to Sam’s shoulder, he held onto Sam’s round hips and slowly pressed inside Sam.
Sam cried out, arching his back as Frodo buried himself hilt-deep into him. They stayed still for a bit, Sam trembling at the feeling of Frodo’s cock deep inside him at last. Before long, Sam whined and gently moved his hips back against Frodo’s. “Please, love,” Sam breathed, and Frodo moaned as he began to rock his hips deep and steady. The barn was soon filled with their moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Sam let his head hang, moaning with each thrust of Frodo’s hips. It had been too long since they had last done this, and he intended to relish in the pleasure for as long as possible. A gentle hand guided his face back up.
“You look so lovely taking Frodo’s cock, Sam-dear,” Rosie said softly, her thumb caressing Sam’s cheek. Sam moaned as Frodo began to drive his cock deeper inside him. Her hand trailed slowly down his face, her thumb resting above his soft lips.
“But is it enough?” Rosie asked, and without any bidding, Sam licked her thumb before taking it into his mouth. She giggled and drew her hand back.
“I know what can help,” Rosie said and shed the last of her underthings before laying right in front of Sam’s face, presenting her slick folds before him. Sam groaned and taking that as her cue, she guided Sam between her legs. He began to lick Rosie hungrily, encouraged by Rosie’s moans before he shifted to push his fingers inside her. Frodo continued his long and deep thrusting, pushing Sam in between Rosie with each thrust and before long, Rosie was moaning in time with Sam, grinding her hips against Sam’s face. It was a rhythm they had known for so long, but Sam never tired of it, not even once.
Their pleasured cries filled the empty barn, and after they had reached their peaks, they laid tangled together contently. Sam laid cuddled right between his two loves, not knowing where either of their bodies started and ended. Rosie snuggled in closer, gathering them both into her arms.
“Starin’ to get a bit chilly,” she said, giggling as Sam pressed a kiss to her nose. Frodo sat up and gathered the long-forgotten blanket and threw it over them before cuddling back up against Sam, kissing his ear.
Sam sighed, warmed from the heavy blanket and his two loves before he looked out to one of the small cracks in the barnwalls. “Sun’ll rise soon,” Sam yawned, his eyes drooping by the second.
“No one ever comes out here anymore,” Rosie whispered, “We can have a bit of a lie-in before we have to go.” Sam hummed and hearing Frodo’s even breath beside him, he settled contently between the two of them and drifted off to sleep.