*Second in the Night Air Series. Night Air and Of Moonbeams, Shadows, & Starlight*
Elladan pulled a wine flask from his pack and passed it to Orophin. He, Elrohir and Orophin were alone in the talan high above the ground in the Golden Wood. The twins had accompanied their father from Imladris to try and build an elven army against Sauron. Haldir and his brothers had met them as they entered Lothlorien and acted as escort for the lord and his sons. As night fell, they chose an empty talan to spend the night in and Haldir had gone off on his own. Elrond had sought the quiet peace of a nearby stream, with Rumil following. The twins wished the young elf much luck, but they doubted the golden beauty would get far with their father.
In the meantime, they were alone with Orophin, who’d made it clear that he was interested in the young Orc Hunters from Rivendell and he did not care which one.
Elladan wondered if Orophin could be persuaded in being interested in the both of them. Elrohir wondered if Orophin liked to play as rough as he and his brother. Orophin simply wondered if he was going to get lucky.
They passed the wine skin back and forth and enjoyed the warmth the wind spread through their bodies. Discussion ranged from events in Rivendell to Orc hunting strategies. While discussing the best way to pin back an Orc’s ears, Elrohir drew his favorite knife and gave a small demonstration. Watching in fascination as the younger twin moved in the firelight, Orophin shivered.
Noticing Orophin’s rapt attention, Elladan caught his brother’s eye and quickly jerked his head in the Lothlorien elf’s direction. Spinning quickly, Elrohir deftly ran the sharp blade beneath the buttons of Orophin’s tunic.
Before the blond could react, his polished wooden toggles clattered to the floor and his tunic fell open, exposing his pectorals and much of his flat, hard stomach. The cool night air touched his heated skin and he felt his nipples contracted. He met Elrohir’s gaze. “You are good with a knife.”
“Would you care to see how good?” Elladan whispered in Orophin’s pointed ear.
Turning his head slightly, Orophin felt warm breath brush his cheek as Elladan exhaled. “I would welcome a demonstration. Are you as good as he?”
Elladan pressed his chest to Orophin’s back and brushed his lips over smooth jaw. “Elrohir and I are equals, in all things.”
Orophin’s stomach turned flips and his heart rate sped up as he read the promise in light gray eyes. “Show me,” he whispered.
The point of the blade lifted his chin, pushing him back until he reclined on Elladan’s thighs. The elf could feel the elder twin’s erection pressing into the back of his head. Elladan took Orophin by the hands and held them tightly. The blade traced down his throat in a straight line over his chest and stomach. In it’s wake, the blade left a faint line of broken skin that was so shallow it did not bleed. At the waist band of his leggings, the blade paused. Orophin’s erection bulged against the front of his leggings, straining the material and laces. Orophin moaned as the knife pressure increased slightly and dragged across the laces until, one by one, each lace snapped with a faint pop. Inch by inch, Orophin’s cock was freed from the confines of his clothes and his grip on Elladan’s hands tightened in response. His muscular forearms strained with the force of his grasp and the need to hold himself as still as possible.
Nor did the knife stop at his groin. The blade continued down his thigh, easily parting the material. Elladan leaned over Orophin and licked the shallow cut, eliciting a sharp cry from the trapped elf. Stinging pain accompanied Elladan’s tongue as it traveled lightly over pale skin and Orophin whimpered. His flesh rippled as the wet tongue skimmed lower. Pleasure and pain collided when the tongue flicked over the head of Orophin’s cock and he arched into it with an incoherent cry.
“Easy, brother, we do not want our play pretty to get overly excited. We have a long night ahead,” chuckled Elrohir.
Elladan straightened with a smirk on his features. “You are right as usual.”
Elladan put away the knife and quickly divested Orophin of his boots and tossed them in a corner. He peeled away the remains of the leggings and tossed them aside while Elladan divested Orophin of his tunic. Orophin found his view blocked by long dark hair and lips pressed against his. He opened his mouth to allow Elladan’s tongue to slip past his lips. The invasion was far more gentle than expected and the exploration was thorough and sensual. Elladan pushed his tongue deeper, aiming for the back of Orophin’s throat. Orophin forced his jaw wider, drinking in Elladan’s essence.
Light fingers trailed up his legs to his groin causing Orophin to moan into Elladan’s mouth. Elrohir roughly grasped his member and pumped his fist along the length, milking pre-cum from the tip. Dipping his finger into the clear fluid, he leaned forward and offered his finger to Elladan. The elder twin tore his mouth from Orophin's and greedily accepted his brother’s offering.
Orophin licked his lips as Elladan knelt over him sucking on his brother’s fingers. The beautiful elves were so alike it was almost like watching a mirror image of one person. His eyes strayed constantly between the two, seeking subtle differences. As he watched, Elrohir reached with his free hand and began tugging at Elladan’s leggings. He reached to give the Orc Hunter help with the tight bindings and between the two of them worked Elladan free of the confining breeches.
Elrohir removed his fingers from Elladan’s mouth and scooted until he was behind his twin. He pushed over the white mounds hiding Elladan’s tight hole and slowly inserted a single finger into the silky depths. Elladan hissed loudly pushed back against the hand invading him. Unable to resist, Orophin reached up and ran his hands under Elladan’s tunic, encouraging him to remove it.
The shirt came free at last and Orophin was rewarded for his endeavors by a hot mouth covering his erection. He tangled his fingers in the long hair and arched his back, pushing deeply into Elladan’s mouth, encouraging the elf to take him all the way to the back of his throat. Elladan relaxed his mouth and allowed the head of the delicious cock to brush the back of his mouth.
As Elladan ministered to Orophin the Lothlorien elf was able to look up between the parted thighs and watch as Elrohir finger-fucked his brother. The sight was so erotic that he almost came in Elladan’s mouth. Just when Orophin could stand no more, Elladan lifted his head.
“Ai, brother, much more and I will be undone. Have mercy on me,” he begged.
The fingers were slowly dragged from the opening as Elrohir winked coyly at Orophin. “Tis Elladan who always finds his release first.”
Breathing slowly and willing his body to be patient, Orophin grinned wickedly. “Another minute more and I would have been the one begging.”
“I see you still have on all your clothes, Elrohir,” Elladan swung around settled cross-legged by Orophin’s side. “I think it most unfair that he is dressed while we are not.”
Taking his cue, Orophin sat up. “I agree. He is wearing way too many clothes for this game.”
Elrohir laughed merrily as he allowed Orophin to pull at the buttons and laces of his tunic. “But you owe me something, Orophin.”
Stilling his hands, Orophin gave Elrohir a puzzled look. “What?”
For an answer, Elrohir reached out and lightly traced Orophin’s bottom lip. Quickly realizing is error, Orophin cupped the younger twin’s face in his hands and kissed him, running his tongue deep inside the wet heat, allowing his tongue to roam across the roof of Elrohir’s mouth and slide gracefully along his tongue. Warm lips pressed against his neck and teeth nipped the tender flesh. He shivered as lips traced his ear and then bit the tip. Elrohir broke the kiss and reached out for Elladan.
Orophin watched in fascination as the brothers lips connected and the sucked each other’s tongues. Part of Orophin shied away from the incestuous nature of the relationship and part of him thrilled at the illicitness of it all. Elrohir was quickly divested of his clothes by Elladan and Orophin; working in tandem, as they alternately kissed at sucked at Elrohir and each other.
Finding himself faced with Elrohir’s erection, Orophin wasted no time in locking his mouth around the throbbing member. He licked away precum and then sucked the cock to the back of his throat and swallowed, smiling around the distended muscle when Elrohir yelped.
Behind him, he could feel Elladan as his hands gently pried open his cheeks. Expecting to feel long, slender fingers push into him, he was surprised when something warm and wet ran up the length of his crack and back before laying flat along his opening. He squeaked in surprise as Elladan’s tongue began to probe him.
In and out the languid tongue slid until Orophin rocked and squirmed and moaned against Elrohir. Hands closed over his scalp, pushing him down further and he struggled to swallow all of Elrohir. He felt Elladan’s tongue pull away and then a rock hard cock nudge his opening.
He grunted as Elladan shoved deep with one long thrust. His body hummed and trembled as he was completely filled by the Rivendell elf.
“Find your rhythm, Orophin,” Elladan leaned over his back and kissed him lightly on the ear.
Orophin began moving his head slowly up and down the length of Elrohir’s cock, his cheeks hollowing as he increased the suction.
Arching his back, Elrohir hissed. “Yes.”
Elladan began a slow assault on Orophin’s ass, questing for the bundle of nerves that would send Orophin over the edge. He knew he’d found it when he heard a strangled cry and saw Orophin’s hands clench convulsively against Elrohir’s hips. Bruises would be the result of the night’s games, but for the moment none of them cared.
He rocked against Orophin, delving deep into his tight heat, feeling the muscles clench around him each time he pushed in. Watching Elrohir’s head slew from side to side increased his urgency and he began to pound faster and harder into Orophin. Within seconds, Elrohir’s body went rigid as he came thrusting deep into Orophin’s welcoming mouth. Elladan reached around and grasped Orophin’s dripping cock and began pumping it in time to his thrusts.
Rivendell’s heir pumped one, twice, three more times before he felt Orophin’s muscles clench as he came. The unbearable tightness engulfing him sent him spiraling higher and higher and he shouted as he spilled his seed.
The three elves collapsed atop each other, breathing heavily. Their sweat coated limbs entwined and dark hair mingled with blond. They shared light kisses and caresses as they came down together.
*~*
Elrond and Rumil walked hand and hand back to the talan. They stopped as they saw Haldir sitting against the base of a tree. Elrond’s first instinct was to release the younger elf’s hand, but Rumil refused to let go.
“Haldir, what are you doing down here?” Rumil asked as they came alongside the March Warden.
Haldir’s blue eyes lit with amusement and he tilted his chin towards the talan. “Listening to the song in the trees.”
Puzzled, Elrond also tilted his head. He faintly
heard the sounds of passion drifting on the night air. He laughed softly as
he settled with his back against the tree. Rumil, too, laughed as he placed
his back to Elrond’s chest and closed his eyes.
If you liked the story, please let Hawk know: Hawk's email