Sweat

Leaning against the railing, the dark-haired elf trembled as he peered through the curtains at the elf laying spread-eagle on the bed. The long, pale legs were open and fingers worked furiously at his opening. Dark eyes narrowed as attention focused on the tiny opening being spread wider as Rumil plunged his fingers deeper and deeper.

Erestor turned his head and tried to talk himself into moving away from the breathtaking view. One did not spy on one’s guests. Try as he might, however, he couldn’t quite bring himself to move. Time and again, he turned his head back to stare. Not voyeuristic by nature, Erestor was as much puzzled as aroused by his reaction. Already his cock was growing hard and the soft silk rubbing against his nipples caused them to tighten. He licked his lips as Rumil’s back arched off the bed.

As if echoing Rumil’s body, his own opening tightened and before he realized it, his hand was stroking his erection through the cloth. In the heavy air, sweat beaded on his neck, dampening his hair and slowly trickling down his back and chest. He gripped the rail with one sweat-coated hand to support his trembling legs. He closed his eyes and imagined running his tongue up Rumil’s rigid length, tasting salt and sweat. Erestor could feel the thick, throbbing vein thrum against his tongue. He squeezed himself through his leggings, feeling his cock jump in response.

Frantically, he reached inside his breeches and touched his hot length. Pre-cum slicked the soft head and he ran his thumb over it, pushing roughly against the slit. He kneaded the rigid flesh, pulling upward and drawing his balls up. The twin globes felt full and heavy; warm to the touch. Bracing his legs wider, he struggled to thrust his damp leggings down over his hips. Even the heavy, still air was cooler than his heated skin and Erestor moaned softly.

Through narrowed eyes, he watched Rumil, saw how the blond elf’s back arched and his long fingers buried deeply in his body, probing for his sweet spot. With his knees pressed against the balcony rail, Erestor pinched and squeezed his bottom. In his imagination, it was Rumil’s hands that toyed with his flesh. He fingered his cock, letting his fingers trail up and down the length, as delicate and hot as a lover’s tongue.

Rumil’s head thrashed on the bed and Erestor hissed. He could see the puckered opening tightening around the digits thrust inside it. He knew the Lorien elf was close and he began moving his hand more quickly up and down his cock, timing his own movements with Rumil’s. Placing his hands inside his tunic, he twisted and pinched his own nipples, pulling them until the peaked into hard pebbles. Even white teeth captured his bottom lip as Erestor’s hips bucked, forcing his cock against his slick palm. He growled low in his throat even as Rumil moaned. His neck muscles strained and he panted. He heard Rumil gasp and cry out and saw white drops shoot out and splatter the elves’ chest. Erestor longed to lick them off and his tongue danced over his lips in anticipation. A few more strokes of his fist and his body tightened and his own essence spurted from between his fingers.

He stood with his head down and breathing heavily for several minutes. His whole body was sweat coated and his dark hair clung to him in heavy ropes. As Rumil curled on to his side and prepared to sleep, Erestor pulled his leggings back up around his hips and crept quietly away into the darkness.