Chapter 11.5  (AKA 'Roh's Turn)

How would you like to have me?

His eyes widening in surprise, Elrohir began, "You are surely exhausted, anor nín. You do not have to..."

Raising himself on one elbow, Legolas frowned threateningly at Elrohir. "Are you refusing me, Peredhel? Because I do not like being denied my snacks."

"I would not dream of denying you anything you truly want, wood-elf," Elrohir replied, pulling Legolas closer, sliding his hands over sweat-damp skin. Pressing his lover back against the rumpled linens, Elrohir moved up and kissed Legolas' swollen lips tenderly, then flicked his tongue across one high cheekbone, ending with a light kiss to the end of the prince’s nose. To the elf-knight’s surprise, he found himself regarded with eyes once again emerald-dark. Tracing Legolas' face with a gentle finger, he asked, "Why so hungry, 'Las? Do you not wish to rest? I will still be here at daybreak."

In answer, Legolas grasped Elrohir’s wrist, placing the captive hand on his rapidly hardening arousal. "Nay, I do not wish to rest, rohir nín," he growled. "I wish to have the second half of my snack. Now."

Shivering at the naked lust in the emerald eyes, Elrohir lightly traced the firm column with his fingers, drawing an appreciative groan from the prince. "Oh, yes...that is nice..." Legolas purred, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, "Very nice, indeed." Arching his back wantonly, he pressed against the teasing hand. "I like it when you touch me."

Swallowing hard, Elrohir turned a darkened gaze on his twin, raising one eyebrow in silent question. A just-recovering Elladan shrugged, grinning broadly.

Do not ask, ‘Roh. Just enjoy it.

Oh, most definitely, tôren.

Dragging himself atop, Elrohir captured Legolas' mouth in a fiery kiss, grinding his hips slowly and firmly against his lover. Breaking away to gasp for breath, Elrohir groaned as strong fingers kneaded his buttocks, pulling him even closer.

"'Roh," Legolas panted harshly, opening his legs wider, "I cannot wait..." Then it seemed to his lust-fogged senses that the world spun, and he found himself astride Elrohir, his hips caught in a vice-like grip.

"I want you like this, anor nín," the elf-knight growled, his disturbing grey gaze grown dark and bottomless. "Ride me."

Elladan wordlessly opened the oil vial and poured a stream into Legolas' hand, watching breathlessly as Elrohir's shaft was slicked with sure strokes. As he moved to return to his vantage point, a slippery hand caught his arm, fingers kneading enticingly, and he turned to find Legolas regarding him intently, the emerald eyes dilated nearly past seeing. To his surprise, a seductive voice echoed in his thoughts.

Stay here, el nín. I would have you where I can touch.

Midnight-dark eyes wide, Elladan obediently stopped, propping himself against the middle pillows. As he settled in with a shaky breath, oiled fingers interlaced with his own, then pulled away, leaving a light coating of oil on his hand. Then the slick fingers dropped quickly to his hard length, stroking rapidly. Suddenly, the voice echoed again in his mind, light and teasing, and he looked at Legolas incredulously.

Touch yourself, 'Dan. Watch me and pleasure yourself. You know you want to.

A heartbeat later, Elladan smiled slightly, letting his thoughts flow, as he closed his fist around his own straining erection.

As you wish, melethron.

With a wicked grin, Legolas licked his lips suggestively, before turning his attention once more to Elrohir. Reaching behind his own body with practiced ease, Legolas grasped Elorhir's erection and lowered himself onto it slowly, his thrown back in pleasure. "Oh, yes, ‘Roh," he gasped, "you feel so good..."

Groaning wordlessly, Elrohir pushed upward, impaling his lover fully, his strong hands holding Legolas motionless. "Sweet Elbereth," he breathed, loosening his grip to run gentle fingers over his lover's body. "You will undo me with your words if you do not hush, anor nín."

"That would be most interesting, rohir nín," Legolas whispered teasingly, rearranging himself astride the elf-knight with small motions that made Elrohir hiss. "But I would prefer to undo you like this, I think," he growled, raising his body nearly free, before rapidly sheathing the throbbing shaft once more.

Elrohir moaned hoarsely, raising himself on his elbows to watch in awe as Legolas impaled himself again and again, his face rapt in concentration, glowing with pleasure.

Elladan tightened his grip on his own raging arousal, stroking rapidly, transfixed by the wanton sight. As he felt his stomach tighten warningly, emerald eyes, gleaming in the dark, turned to him and a sinuous voice crawled through his mind.

Come for me, el nín. Let me see you.

It was too much. Biting back a groan, Elladan came with a shudder, dark hair falling over his face as he gasped breathlessly, his already exhausted body shivering in the aftermath of release.

Feeling the echo of his brother’s climax, Elrohir fell back on the pillows with a moan, grasping the prince’s hips, pulling his lover down hard on his aching length. Legolas whimpered and leaned forward, the shining gold length of his hair brusing Elrohir's chest.

Elrohir drew a shuddering breath, nearly undone by the sight of the debauched beauty above him. His gaze locking with Legolas' impossibly dilated emerald eyes, Elrohir’s own eyes widened in amazement as a throaty, lust-filled voice swirled through his consciousness.

Are you ready, rohir nín?

Pushing back the curtain of golden hair, Elrohir ran a finger over one flushed ear, causing Legolaas to gasp, his hips rocking reflexively.

You are so beautiful, anor nín. Aye, I am ready. Scream for me, hmm?

Legolas pressed forward to rub his weeping arousal on Elrohir’s stomach, whimpering softly as pre-orgasmic tremors shot through his body. Grasping the elf-knight’s reaching hands, he lifted himself from the piercing length slowly, then pushed down hard, impaling his body again with one sure movement. "Oh, yes," he panted brokenly, "I am going to.."

Unable to hold back any longer, Elrohir jerked his hands free with a hiss and, grabbing Legolas hips to steady them, thrust up savagely, a hoarse cry escaping as he came hard, his body shuddering violently. Legolas, pushed over the edge by the forceful movement, threw back his head with a wild howl and spilled hotly over Elrohir's trembling stomach.

Elrohir groaned helplessly, his breath coming in gasping sobs as the strong spasms caressed him, drawing out his own pleasure until it nearly became pain. As Legolas collapsed bonelessly, Elrohir pulled him down to lie snuggled between the bemused twins. There was a long moment of silence as ragged breathing calmed and racing hearts slowed.

Sitting up to snuff out the still-burning candle, Elladan found that Legolas was sound asleep, his face soft and oddly innocent in repose. Arching an inquiring eyebrow at Elrohir, who was retrieving the light bed covering, he felt a teasing echo of his own words brush his mind.

Do not ask, el nín. Just enjoy it.

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el nín - my star
anor nín - my sun
rohir nín - my knight
melethron - lover
tôren - my brother