Midnight Meeting

The nighttime woods were filled with the sounds of  insects calling for mates and birds of prey hunting for food. A gentle breeze stirred the tall bushes and whispered softly through the leaves in the mallorn trees. Orophin’s long, silvery hair brushed across his back with every graceful step through the underbrush. He tread softly and easily, knowing the path so well he could have walked it blind-folded.  The path ended in a small glade with a single tall tree growing in its center. He lifted his head and looked around. “Are you there?”

“Yes,” the voice was a whisper on the wind and came from above, in the tree’s branches.

A silver rope ladder dropped down before Orophin’s eyes and he clasped it firmly and began climbing hand over hand until he reached a platform high above the clearing. He stepped on to the platform and stood for a moment, gathering his bearings, adjusting to the sway of the tree. “I had thought you might not come.”

“How could I resist? You know I could never deny you, stay away when you call for me.”  The voice drifted from the shadows near the tree trunk.

Orophin laughed softly. “You make me sound so demanding. I am glad you came.” He walked toward the voice and his arms swept up and he caught the moonlit figure.
He breathed deeply and felt the warm, naked skin against his hands.

“I will deny you nothing. Take everything, for it is yours.”

Orophin’s hands stroked down the strong back, gliding lightly and smoothly over soft skin and firm muscles. Hair clung to his hands and face as the wind stirred the tresses. He pressed his body against his lover, feeling content and curiously sated, as though they’d already made love, even though it had been a long while since such an opportunity arose. “I only wish your love,” he whispered against the shell of a pointed ear.

“Is that all, Orophin of Lorien?” A hint of laughter accompanied the question.

Lowering his head, Orophin pressed his lips to a bare shoulder. “Not all, no,” he admitted as his lips roamed from shoulder to throat. His teeth sank into the sensitive skin beneath the ear and then traveled up along the outer shell. Orophin’s tongue traced the pointed tip and he felt his partner shiver. “Are you cold?”

“Foolish youngling,” the voice replied with a severity that was familiar to many.

It was Orophin’s turn to laugh. But his laughter cut short as a hand pulled through his hair and brushed his own ear. “You are in the mood for games, maybe?”

“I’m in the mood to be loved,” the voice whispered back. The hand continued to stroke Orophin’s ear, tracing it with a calloused fingertip. “That is why I came so quickly when you sent for me.”

It was Orophin’s turn to shiver and he moaned against his lover’s ear. A hand slipped inside his tunic and brushed over his puckered nipple before sliding lower, along the rippling abdomen. Orophin breathed in as the fingers tickled his stomach and went lower still, slithering beneath the waist of his leggings and cupping him in the warm palm.  Pressing his hips forward, Orophin held his lover tightly while the strong fingers danced sensuously up and down his hardening cock. When he was fully erect and aching, the hand slipped from his leggings and back up under his tunic, bunching the material up around his torso. Warm lips touched his pale nipples and opened wider so that the pink tongue could lap at the hard disks. Orophin drew his hands through the soft hair, trailing it through his finger as his lover lapped and suckled him. As his nipples contracted to painful buds, the warm lips moved lower, trailing light kisses along the middle of Orophin’s chest, pausing at his bellybutton and lapping greedily at it, before moving even lower. Orophin stared down as he lover knelt before him unlacing his breeches. With a few deft move of elegant fingers, the laces opened and his cock sprang free.

Kneeling before Orophin, his lover rubbed his cheek over the head of Orophin’s cock before slipping it deep into the warm wetness of his mouth. He slicked his tongue down the underside, feeling the vein throb gently. He tangled his fingers in the soft curls at the base and hummed softly, knowing that the vibrations traveled the length of Orophin’s cock. His head bobbed slowly as he sucked hungrily on Orophin, delighting in the feel of velvety skin over hard muscle and the salty tang that belonged only to his lover.

Orophin placed his hands against his lover’s ear tips, tracing the shell with his fingers as warm mouth worked its magic over his aching cock.  “I want to fill your mouth with my essence,” he said quietly as he watched his lover’s sensuous movements.

Raising his head, his lover offered the dripping head a swipe with his tongue before answering. “Fill me, then, to the back of my throat.” Once more he lowered his head, capturing Orophin in his mouth. He wrapped his hand around the base and stroked it lightly while his mouth began working the head and middle. His tongue played over the underside and swirled over the sides and tip. He could taste Orophin in the back of his throat.

Closing his eyes, Orophin rested his hands on his lover’s shoulders and allowed the sweet pleasure to wash over him. His lover’s tongue light briefly on the head of his cock and he groaned aloud. His balls grew tighter and heavier. He trembled from head to toe as the hot cavity engulfed him completely. He began to pant as his lover’s wicked lips clamped more tightly around him, drawing small moans and whimpers from him. He tug his toes against the floor and thrust his hips forward unconsciously, seeking deeper contact, but his lover held him steady, sucking and licking until Orophin could hardly stand it. With a strangled gasp, he spilled himself.

Knowing his lover was close, the elf increased the pressure and pace, needing to taste him. He flicked his tongue over the slit and smoothed it around the head, feeling the delicate skin, and tasting his essence. He only had a moment’s notice, a low grunt and twitching of the cock against his throat, as forewarning and he braced himself just in time. Hot semen spurted to the back of his throat and he struggled to swallow as his lover spilled into his waiting mouth. The shaft remained rigid as he licked the last precious drops away.

Settling back on his haunches, he stared up at Orophin. His own cock danced and bobbed in growing frustration, longing to find release in the blond elf’s body. Above him Orophin swayed a little as he panted. “I’ve looked forward to that ever since your message arrived in Imladris.”

Orophin laughed. “Aye, I had something similar in mind when I sent for you.”

“Only similar?”

For an answer, Orophin reached down and pushed his lover backward against the tree. The elf collapse with his legs splayed. Orophin quickly straddled the long legs and slowly seated himself until his limp cock brushed against the firm belly and he could feel his lover’s hard cock brushing his bottom. He leaned forward and kissed his lover’s lips, tasting is own essence as their tongues swirled and dueled. He braced his hands on the trunk above their heads. “Take me.”

“Now you sound demanding,” but his lover was already reaching behind Orophin and fondling his own cock.

“I’m demanding you do only what you desired,” Orophin raised his hips and helped guide his lover to his tight entrance. As the tip nudged the puckered opening, he lowered himself gingerly. It had been some time since he’d been breached and he moved carefully, letting his body adjust to the invasion a bit at a time. His hole burned and stretched as he sank down once more on his lover’s lap. He groaned at the fullness.

The elf held Orophin’s hips and steadied him, giving his lover a moment to adjust. The tightness and heat engulfed him, leaving his breath hitching in his throat and his heart thudding in his chest. How many times had he clutched himself in the cold darkness and dreamed that it was his lover’s body holding him thus?

Pushing against the tree trunk, Orophin began moving, slowly at first, experimentally, as he wedged his lover’s cock deep inside his body. As he found the perfect angle, hitting the secret point in his body, Orophin gasped loudly and his fingers dug into the bark. His own cock began stiffening again at the intimate contact. Warm lips latched on to his nipple and bit it lightly before the wicked tongue lathed and soothed it. Hands cupped and squeezed his bottom as he began a bone-jarring bounce up and down on his lover’s cock.

The elf groaned and his head bumped back against the tree trunk as Orophin rode him. He drew up his knees, bracing them beneath his lover’s thighs, spreading the cheeks wider with his hands and knees. Orophin’s bottom nestled in his palms, a perfect fit, and steadied the elf as he rocked mindlessly.

Orophin felt his cock brushing against his lover. He groaned in delight as the sensitive underside rubbed against the rippled muscles. His thighs and shoulders strained as he forced his lover deeper and deeper into his body, striking the nerves time and time again. Sweat trickled down his chest and back, dripped onto his lover, soaked his hair, and cooled on his skin. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt himself growing closer and closer to release again. Bits of bark crumbled in his hands and rained down on his lover’s dark head.

“Now, now,” the elf smacked Orophin’s bare bottom as it bounced on his thighs. He could feel himself growing tighter and his hips strained upward. As Orophin’s opening tightened around him, he suddenly exploded, spilling his seed into his lover’s body with a loud cry.

He could feel his lover’s essence pouring into him and his muscles clenched tightly, trapping his lover as he, too, climaxed, splattering his lover’s chest with white droplets. Afterward he collapsed forward, resting his blond head against the darker one. His hands slipped down and he wrapped them around the strong shoulders. They sat like that, in the moonlight, panting softly and murmuring soft words to one another.

At last, Orophin turned his head and laid a soft kiss on his lover’s throat. “How long can you stay?”

“Not long, I fear. Lord Elrond needs my presence. He feels that some evil is stirring.” The severe voice seemed suddenly small and uncertain. “He will not share with us the tidings in his heart so we are left to guess and speculate.”

Orophin felt a small shiver run along his spine like a spider along her web. “Then I should take advantage of your presence while I may,” he lightened the mood with another kiss.

“I came to forget Lord Elrond’s foreboding,” the elf admitted as he returned Orophin’s kiss.

“Then let me erase your memory for you,” he responded as his hands once more began roaming over his lover’s body.