2 Third Age.
Aikanaro did not know or remember how he ended up in Gildor's rooms, and with the wine zinging through his veins, he did not care. All he knew was that it felt good and what Gildor offered, he needed. And now. He would undoubtedly suffer regrets in the morning and for many years to come, but that was the dim and distant future. He grasped Gildor's shoulders and propelled him backwards towards the edge of the bed while showering his face with kisses.
Gildor felt a longing he did not know how to control or if he even wanted to control. The easy familiarity of Aikanaro was an allure he couldn't resist. Nor did he try very hard to resist, for the sweet tension in his loins was too much to ignore. Wine scented breath fanned his face as the elf kissed him while powerful hands tugged at his clothing. He did his own tugging at tunic and lacings as he grappled with Aikanaro for supremacy.
They fell back together on the bed with tunics
half off and creamy skin exposed. Leggings strained and bulged as they ground
their hips against one another. They moaned in unison as hands sought flesh
and lips molded against lips. Gildor spread his thighs and Aikanaro slipped
between them. Hands clutched Aikanaro's ass and pulled him hard and
close and he responded by grinding his hips even harder against the erection
beneath him. His whole body felt as though it was on fire. He could not remember
the last time he'd felt so good, so wanted and needed, or so needy. He trembled
with pent desire.
Coherent thought entered Aikanaro's brain for a moment and he lifted his head from nuzzling Gildor's tender throat. "Did I hear someone mention a lover?"
Gildor fumbled with the front of the other's breeches and shook his head, too intent on freeing the stiff cock he could feel throbbing beneath his fingers to answer properly. The laces gave to his frantic pulling and he found his hands full of hot, hard flesh and all thoughts vanished from his mind and he caressed and stroked Aikanaro.
And Aikanaro stopped caring about previous lovers
as Gildor stroked his length, thumbing his tender head, before moving down
to cup his heavy sac in calloused palms. He rolled a little to the side so
that Gildor could put his hands all the way inside his leggings and felt fingers
brush the tender area between his sac and his tight hole. His
frustration mounted as he tried to spread his legs wider only to find his
leggings and boots still a detriment. He muttered a human oath and sprang
from the bed.
Gildor blinked and watched for a moment, then smiled as he realized Aikanaro wasn't ending their tryst, but rather stripping off the rest of his clothes. Gildor, too, scrambled from the bed and took off his boots and breeches, freeing his painful erection.
Aikanaro sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his muscular arms around Gildor's hips and pulled him close. Nuzzling his face against Gildor's groin, he inhaled the unique scent that belonged only to the exile. His teeth nipped along Gildor's hipbone and his tongue lathed the small red bite marks.
Gildor moaned and rolled his hips forward, offering himself up completely to Aikanaro's hunger. He threaded his fingers through the soft hair. When the elf playfully nipped the tip of his cock, he hissed in surprised pleasure. His knees buckled and he found himself falling forward on top of Aikanaro. Beneath him, the elf rolled so that Gildor ended up face down on the mattress. He scrambled up and sat on Gildor's buttocks, pinning him in place as he began kissing his shoulders.
~*~
Lindir leaned into Erestor's embrace. The wine stripped him of his inhibitions, and coupled with the dancing, he felt particularly sexy. He turned his head and lightly kissed Erestor's jaw. The elf swallowed hard and glanced at Lindir through hooded eyes. Lindir smiled up at him. "I know I should not. But you have been so kind to me."
"I do not want anything from you, Lindir." Erestor said a bit too defensively.
"I know that as well. I am not offering you payment." His suggestion was evident and he wondered at his own boldness. Did he dare go so far? Was he ready? Would Erestor think he was being used to erase Gildor? "Perhaps it is the wine or maybe it is because I am free from the bonds I placed around my heart. I do not know."
Erestor tilted his head a little and brushed his lips against Lindir's. "Perhaps it is the environment," he mused as the sharp cry of pleasure pierced the glade. His own desire stirred and for a moment he allowed it, allowed the fantasy of Lindir beneath him writhing in ecstasy. With a shake of his head, he dismissed the image.
Lindir listened for a moment and then grinned. "There may be some truth in your words, but I would like to think that it is not voyeurism that stirs me."
Fingers plucked at Lindir's blond mane for a moment. "Are you ready for such a venture? I do not mean health-wise, for I know you are mostly recovered. Do not toy with me, Lindir, for I am no elfling to be trifled with. I want you. I love you. If you pursue this action I will seek to hold you to me. Think carefully on my words."
Lindir took Erestor's advice to heart. He thought about what he wanted and what he needed. After a long moment had passed, he spoke again. "My thoughts are confused. You are an enigma to me, Erestor. Perhaps that is the attraction, for Gildor, too, is an enigma. No, please, wait. I do not mean to compare you two. What I am trying to say is that you and he have similar qualities that attract me. Yet you are also disparate for you are a wise elf and stern in your ways and you are respected far and wide for your wisdom and logical mind. I am no one and in that way, I was suited to an exile. I am reminded of an axiom, a human one, I believe, that says when one door closes another opens. I am wondering if this is the path I should take, if we will both be happier for it or if this will destroy us."
"How can love destroy, Lindir? Only hate destroys. Love rebuilds. Do you think that you could look at Gildor with any degree of affection or friendship if you did not have some feelings of love? Or could he remain friends with you, for that matter, if he did not love you in a fashion? Nay, I think not. As for the path you chose, I cannot advise you for I am biased." He waited for Lindir to pull away and place distance between them.
Instead of leaving the conversation where it was and accepting the slight rebuke, Lindir snuggled closer in to the warmth of Erestor's embrace. "I do not know what I want, but I do know what I need. Thoughts of it flit through my head like a humming bird seeking sweet nectar. I need to be loved, passionately and completely. For whatever tomorrow brings, I cannot say, only tonight I need warmth and security."
Erestor said nothing for a long time and Lindir squirmed uncomfortably, fearful that he had gone too far or had given offense with his honesty. He laid his head against Erestor's chest and listened to the steady heartbeat.
At last Erestor stirred. "So, I am given to understand that I have one night to make you mine?"
"That is not what I meant. I want this night because of what I need the most. I want you to love me. If you should translate that into making me yours, then so be it. I need what comfort I can find. Will you deny us both?"
"I can deny you nothing, Lindir." Erestor traced the contours of Lindir's face. Whatever may happen, he thought, he would not forget this night. "If you will find comfort in my embrace, then I am happy." He leaned forward and placed a feather light kiss on Lindir's lips and was delighted when the younger elf instantly responded. The kiss was shy and almost chaste, but was without doubt the sweetest kiss Erestor had ever received. "Shall I take you to your rooms?"
"And will you stay with me?"
"If you like."
~*~
Aikanaro straddled Gildor and rubbed his length against the tight buttocks writhing beneath him. He leaned forward and kissed Gildor's shoulders and back while his hands massaged where his lips trailed. Trapped beneath him, Gildor squirmed his pleasure and with his movements, begged for more. Leaning forward, Aikanaro latched his lips tightly around the tip of Gildor's ear and sucked greedily. He heard a ripping sound and sought the source, only to discover that the elf pinned beneath him had clutched the sheets so hard in his hands that the delicate silk tore. He chuckled in wry amusement and lifted his head.
"Ai, don't stop," Gildor begged as the warm mouth detached itself from his ear.
Aikanaro nuzzled Gildor's neck and shoulder, moving slowly down his ribs, alternately biting and licking the soft skin. He had been so long without passion, that he was uncertain as to how long he could endure. He did not wish to take from Gildor and give nothing in return.
Ah, but wasn't that exactly what he was doing? His befuddled brain demanded. He could leave nothing of himself for Gildor and that, by implication, meant he could only take. He pushed the thoughts aside, away from his slightly inebriated conscience and focused on the task at hand: namely their mutual pleasure.
He kneaded the taut buttocks, enjoying the feel
and look of toned muscles beneath his fingers. He longed to sink between the
globes, to bury himself as deeply as possible and spill himself inside. Instead,
he pushed Gildor on to his back and twisted around so that his thighs were
positioned over Gildor's face. He dipped his head and took Gildor's long cock
into his mouth and hummed lightly when he felt Gildor's breath fan his inner
thigh seconds before he was engulfed in wet heat. He felt hands on his hips
pulling him down and he allowed his knees to slide on the silk sheets so that
he sank deeper in to the willing mouth that suckled him so deliciously. He
forced his jaws wider and took Gildor to the back of his throat and began
swallowing rhythmically. He heard and felt a low keening moan and he swallowed
harder. A hesitant finger brushed his entrance and he moaned his
permission. As the single digit pushed into him, the pressure on his cock
increased and he groaned at the dual sensation of being probed and sucked
sent him closer to the edge. A second finger entered him and he raised his
head and arched his back, forcing himself deeper inside Gildor's eager mouth.
Teeth scraped lightly over his cock and he felt it twitch in response. The
fingers thrust slowly in and out of him, stretching and teasing him. When
he could take no more, he pushed up and away from Gildor. Coming around he
lay beside the exile and kissed him lightly.
"Turn on your side?"
Without question, Gildor did as he was bid and spooned against Aikanaro. He waited expectantly as calloused palms pushed his right leg up higher before a hand began stroking his cheeks. Gildor whimpered as deft fingers brushed over his sac and then against his opening.
Aikanaro encountered little resistance as he pushed a finger inside his lover's body. The elf beside him was eager and ready and pushed back against him wantonly. He kissed Gildor's nape as he put a second finger in. this time he found resistance and rotated his fingers slowly. He felt the small bundle of nerves just beyond the reach of his fingers and shifted his hand until he grazed the sensitive spot. His reward was a sharp, strangled cry and Gildor's spasmodic jerking. Withdrawing his finger, he placed his cock at the opening and paused for a moment.
"Yes, do it," Gildor growled as he pushed his hips back against Aikanaro.
The elf needed to hear no more as he pushed inside Gildor. He felt the muscles ripple around him and he shuddered as Gildor squirmed. His thrusts were slow, evenly timed, and struck against Gildor's prostate nearly every time. Gildor shifted so that his arm was locked beneath his knee and he pulled his leg up as far as he could. Aikanaro grunted softly as he plowed the tight passage. He reached in front of Gildor and began stroking the weeping cock. As Gildor breathed more heavily and moaned more loudly, Aikanaro increased the tempo, feeling his own climax building deep inside him. At last he felt Gildor tense and heard a sharp cry escape his lips and seconds later warm liquid splashed his hands. As the muscles tightened around him, Aikanaro groaned and thrust once more, holding himself deeply inside Gildor as his seed emptied from his body.
*~*
Glorfindel was delighted and surprised by the extent of Galdor's passion. He'd expected hesitancy and shyness. He found neither. While the elf was youthful, he had some experience and his preference, or so it seemed to Glorfindel, tended toward playfulness. This suited the warrior quite well as he, too, enjoyed playful lovemaking.
They were both stripped and lay on the bed together with Glorfindel on his back as Galdor straddled his hips. Galdor's neck and shoulders were covered in light marks, evidence of Gildor's passion, and darker red marks where Glorfindel attempted to erase Gildor's claim. Galdor did not seem to mind how hard Glorfindel nipped or sucked, rather he moaned and writhed and begged for more. Even now, as he straddled the warrior, he held Glorfindel's hands locked around his waist with his own as he pressed their cocks together between his thighs. Galdor leaned forward, his dark brown hair framing Glorfindel, and he sucked the warrior's bottom lip between his teeth with a soft moan.
Glorfindel arched his back up, intensifying the contact between him as his hands squeezed Galdor's hips. He broke the kiss and when Galdor would have retreated, lifted one hand to hold his head down. Glorfindel captured the warm lips hovering so close to his with his own and thrust his tongue deep in to the willing mouth and eagerly tasted his fill. One hand held Galdor's head in place for his plundering tongue while the other nudged between Galdor's nether cheeks.
Galdor whimpered as the warrior's thumb brushed over his tight opening and he arched his hips, pushing against the hand teasing him so deliciously. When Glorfindel obliged the younger elf and inserted his thumb into the tight passage, Galdor squirmed. Breaking the kiss, he stared for a moment into the sparkling blue eyes. Then reaching behind him, he took Glorfindel's hand and pulled it to his lips and began sucking each long finger into his mouth.
Glorfindel moaned and shifted beneath the slight weight pinning him to the mattress. Galdor's tongued slowly circled his finger. The sweet suction made his cock dance against his belly. After an eternity of this delectable torture, Galdor released Glorfindel's finger and, with a mischievous gleam in his eye, brought the warrior's hand back to his entrance.
Without needing further encouragement, Glorfindel inserted his finger into the tight passage and smiled as Galdor's head was flung back and his eyes closed. He pushed his finger in as far as he could and twisted it around before drawing it back out. He added a second finger immediately and sighed as Galdor whimpered.
"Ah, Glorfindel, that feels so good," Galdor said as he placed his hands on Glorfindel's well-muscled chest and began to slowly rock back and forth.
Glorfindel stretched his fingers, eliciting another whimper from his lover. "I would have you."
Dark eyes flashed and an impish smile lit Galdor's face. "Have me? What would you do if you 'had me'?"
Laughing, the warrior extracted his fingers and pulled his cock from between Galdor's thighs. He nudged the tight opening with the head of his cock. "Would you like to find out?"
Galdor raised his hips and slowly slid back, inexorably pushing the heavy cock past the barrier ring. He hissed as the muscle was stretched and he was penetrated. Gently he sank down again, imbedding Glorfindel deep inside him.
*~*
Erestor held Lindir's face in his hands and kissed him slowly and deeply, putting every ounce of his love and passion into the kiss. Lindir's response was hesitant, though not reluctant. He could feel the younger elf trembling, but whether from desire or nervousness, Erestor was uncertain.
Carefully he undid the toggles holding Lindir's
blue robes closed and slid them over the alabaster shoulders. Lindir's weight
loss had been radical and, though his appetite returned, he had yet to regain
his former mass. Not that he'd been particularly huge, like Glorfindel, for
he was a slim elf by nature and the months he spent unconscious only
made matters worse as his body fed on itself for survival. Collarbones and
ribs stood in stark contrast to pale skin and the faint blue tracings of veins.
Erestor lamented the illness that had so reduced his love, but he knew that
time would erase all traces of what he'd endured. He dipped his head and placed
feathery soft kisses on Lindir's collarbone and shoulder. When Lindir shivered,
he glanced up through dark eyes.
"If you change your mind, I will understand," he whispered.
Lindir stared hard at Erestor's hand as it protruded from the dark robes, noting the contrast between his paleness and Erestor's. Erestor's skin was cream and satin while he appeared pale and sickly. He found that he was embarrassed at the sight of his own body and his hands reached of their own accord to pull his robes back over his shoulders.
Mistaking him, Erestor stepped back, prepared to leave matters where they were. Obviously Lindir was not yet ready for such an encounter. He was disappointed, of course, but not in the least surprised. Nor would he allow his disappointment to show. Just as he'd kept his love concealed, so would he keep to himself rejection's sting.
He was all skin and bones and he felt unattractive and uncertain as to why Erestor would want to be with him. Hesitantly, he reached out a slim hand and placed it on Erestor's chest. "Why do you want me? I am pale and thin and sickly to look upon."
"I want you because I love you, Lindir. Yes, you are pale and too thin, but that is not your fault. Your illness is to blame and, given time, you will regain your lost weight and be like your old self again." He covered the trembling hand with his own and slid it over the silk material to hover over his heart.
Lindir felt the warm, steady beat and found comfort in it as well as Erestor's words. He ached to be held and this was juxtaposed to his sudden shyness. He was not sure how he was to cope with the conflict.
The advisor seemed to read Lindir's mind and with his free hand he undid the toggles of his heavy black robes and led the garment slide to the floor. He stood before Lindir, naked to the waist, with the bulge in his leggings apparent should Lindir but cast his eyes down. His skin was pale, truly, but not alarmingly so. The robes concealed more than flesh, they also served to hide strong muscles and taut sinews honed by sword use and warfare. Tensile strength wrapped in cream satin and overlaid with black silk. Erestor pulled Lindir's hand to his chest and placed it palm side down over his heart.
"Feel this? This heart is steady and true and cares not that your illness has transformed your body. This heart is blind to all flaws, Lindir."
Warm skin caressed his palm and Lindir could, indeed, feel the strong heartbeat beneath the warm flesh. His hand glided over the muscular chest, hesitant at first, and brushed over a flat nipple. The brown disk instantly hardened beneath his palm. Once more, Erestor's hands slipped beneath Lindir's blue robes and pushed them off his shoulders. This time Lindir did not object. Instead, he shrugged the robes off and they joined with Erestor's in a pile on the floor. Stepping closer, Lindir put both palms on Erestor's smooth skin and allowed them to roam where they would over the soft expanse of chest and stomach.
Erestor forced himself to remain calm even though he longed to crush Lindir to him and hold him tightly. He kissed Lindir's lips and cheeks and jaw. His hands traced down his torso, and mentally he counted each of Lindir's ribs without meaning to. Erestor rested his hands on Lindir's hips and held him steady as he moved them closer together. When their groins touched Erestor swallowed and Lindir groaned. Each could feel the other's arousal.
Arms snaked around Erestor's neck and held on tightly as the advisor nuzzled a sensitive ear tip. Warm breath caressed Erestor's neck as Lindir moaned softly. Reaching between them, Erestor stroked Lindir through his leggings until the younger elf squirmed. His own knees were unsteady and he guided his love towards the bed in an intricate dance of kisses and touches punctuated by sharp cries and soft moans. As Lindir sprawled on his back, Erestor loomed over him, the shadows throwing his face in relief until only the liquid pools of his eyes shown. Trembling, Lindir reached out a hand and his fingers grazed over a strong thigh and trailed upwards, brushing against Erestor's arousal and pausing as the advisor shuddered. Trembling fingers plucked at the leggings, as if in plea, before they found the laces. Erestor held his breath, not daring to move or make a sound for fear of changing Lindir's mind through word or deed. When at last his erection was free, he lowered himself atop the younger elf and kissed him deeply.
Lindir's body was on fire and all he wanted was to quench the flames. Erestor's arousal slid against his belly as the advisor gently kissed the tender space between Lindir's jaw and collarbone. Lindir's hands slipped beneath Erestor's dark leggings and his hands clamped tightly to round globes, holding him close.
After a few minutes of the sensual torture, Erestor lifted his head a fraction and stared for a long moment into luminous blue eyes before he struggled from Lindir's embrace. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Erestor undid Lindir's leggings and pulled open the fly, revealing the younger elf's long, slender cock. With hands on either side of Lindir's hips, Erestor lowered his head and took him into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the head, stroking the slit until Lindir moaned and bucked his hips. He released Lindir then and moved his head lower so that he could nuzzle the twin sacs at the base of his cock. Lindir squeaked in alarm and then relaxed as warmth spread over him. Erestor laved the sacs with his tongue and Lindir unconsciously spread his legs wider. Taking the movement as a silent invitation, Erestor moved his head lower and pressed his tongue to the tightly puckered opening and moaned softly as deft fingers entwined in his hair.
Lindir tensed as Erestor's tongue touched him. On the one hand, he was repulsed by the intimacy and on the other hand, he found the act deliciously erotic. He pulled his legs up and placed his feet on Erestor's shoulders. Erestor pushed his tongue deeper and flexed it around until Lindir gasped and moaned. Satisfied that Lindir was properly lubricated, Erestor lifted himself again, and kneeling over Lindir, once again placed his mouth over the slender cock. Meanwhile, his fingers sought the tight opening and he pushed one digit past the barrier muscles.
Squirming. Lindir puzzled over the different sensations flooding his body. His rectum burned where Erestor's fingers pushed inside him. There was a feeling of fullness as the long finger buried inside him wriggled deeply. The feeling wasn't unpleasant, but it was different. Then there was the hot suction on his member. That was driving him slowly mad as Erestor sucked and licked and teased him without mercy. Lindir's whole body shook as everything Erestor did created new marvels.
Erestor was delighted by Lindir's response. He'd been afraid that his passion would lead him to move too quickly for the younger elf. Apparently, though, it had not for Lindir's blond head thrashed against the silk covered pillows and his hips gyrated of their own accord. He kissed up Lindir's belly and sucked a hard, flat nipple into his mouth and grunted in surprise and fingers dug into his shoulders. He dimly became aware that his robes would conceal more than his muscular body in the morning, for there would be claw marks as well. Pulling out his finger, he knelt between Lindir's legs and kissed him deeply. His cock nudged the virgin entrance and Lindir moaned.
"Are you sure?" Erestor asked once more.
"Aye, I am certain." Lindir draped his legs over Erestor's shoulders and shifted his hips so that Erestor's member pushed harder against him.
Reaching between them, Erestor took his cock in hand, adjusting its position, and slowly entered Lindir. He felt the muscles tighten and groaned at the sensation. Lindir's eyes were closed and his bottom lip was clamped between his teeth. He uttered a soft, high pitched keening as Erestor breached his intimate recesses. He burned and ached where Erestor's thick member penetrated him. Erestor paused and gave Lindir a moment.
Panting slightly, Lindir opened his eyes and stared deeply into Erestor's darker orbs. He smiled up at the Eldar, encouraging him. "Please," he whispered with a slight hitch to his hips.
Erestor rocked forward experimentally, still reluctant to unleash all his passion on his inexperienced lover. Being buried so deeply inside the object of his affections was a treat he had never hoped to experience and he savored every moment. Reaching up, he clasped Lindir's hands and kissed the sweat-coated forehead. With infinite care, he began pumping his hips, driving his cock in and out of Lindir's body with delicate precision.
When Lindir arched his long neck and closed his eyes, Erestor squeezed the hands he held tightly. "Look at me," he demanded.
Lindir opened his eyes. He wriggled one hand free and threaded it through Erestor's dark hair as he crossed his ankles behind Erestor's back. Erestor shifted and watched as Lindir's blue eyes flew wide and his mouth opened in a surprised 'O'. He felt the younger elf tense and tremble beneath him and knew with certainty that he'd hit his mark. Steadily he rocked hard into Lindir, delighting in the surprised little cries that escaped the sweet lips. His own breath came in gasps as he felt the tight passage squeeze him. Bringing his hand down, he grasped Lindir's cock and stroked and squeezed it, teasing the head with his thumb. Lindir's hands clutched his shoulders and his fingers bit deep into Erestor's skin, inciting him further as he plunged in and out. With a drawn out groan, Lindir arched his back and his body shook uncontrollably as he came into Erestor's hand. Erestor ground his teeth as his own orgasm began shaking his body and he buried himself as deeply as possible.
Erestor held himself still as his softening cock slipped from Lindir's body. Beneath him, his young lover trembled with aftershock. Lindir shifted and Erestor raised himself up as he realized that Lindir was somewhat uncomfortable. He allowed the long legs to slide off his shoulders and would have moved to lay beside Lindir had the elf allowed it. Lindir locked his legs around Erestor's waist and tugged his shoulders. "Hold me?"
Erestor lowered his body again, placing one arm beneath Lindir's neck. He placed his head on Lindir's shoulder and quietly held him. After a few minutes, Erestor felt Lindir's body relaxed and shifted his eyes to stare at the pale face. Lindir's lips were curved in a slight smile and his eyes were vacant, as he had already drifted into reverie. Erestor placed a light kiss on the smooth jaw and drew the covers over them.
~*~
Glorfindel propped his body up on his powerful arms and thrust up his hips, meeting Galdor thrust for thrust. Above him, Galdor panted and moaned as he bounced up and down on the cock impaling his body. His hands lifted his dark hair away from his back and his head was thrown back in ecstasy. With every thrust his cock brushed against Glorfindel's rippled abdomen. Sweat slicked both their bodies.
Looking down, Galdor licked his lips and smiled wickedly. Letting his hair fall, he placed both his hands on Glorfindel's shoulders and braced himself as he bounced harder and whispered frantically. "You feel so good."
Groaning, Glorfindel clutched Galdor to him with one arm. He licked Galdor's ear and then bit his exposed throat. "I want to come inside you," he said huskily.
Galdor increased his pace, grunting and panting with the effort. The tension in his body became nearly unbearable as he came closer and closer to his climax. Glorfindel's teeth and lips nipped and teased his shoulders and he shouted hoarse encouragements. His passage felt stretched and filled and each thrust brushed the hypersensitive nerves inside his body.
"Yes." He repeatedly called out in his excitement. Suddenly, Glorfindel's hand smacked his tender bottom and he yelped loudly as cum spurted from his cock.
Glorfindel kept up a steady rhythm as he smacked
the pert bottom straddling his thighs until he, too, began to climax. Then
he squeezed and needed Galdor's flesh as they both shuddered and gasped for
breath.
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