(A sequel to 'Evolution')
“No.”
The flat refusal left Elladan speechless, his thoughts scattered and his mind reeling under the increasingly insistent press of Elrohir’s body. Curious fingers stroked the rim of his ear and he shuddered, unable to stop the hiss of pleasure that escaped when a tentative tongue curled around the tip, replacing the gentle touches with a swirl of teasing licks. A moment later, Elladan swore violently as sharp teeth caught gingerly at his ear lobe, his thrashing only feeding the sweet, restless ache that was blossoming in the pit of his stomach.
The damp silk of Elrohir’s sleep pants pulled and slid against his own, and Elladan quickly pushed away the thrill of satisfaction that threatened as the elf-knight’s quiet breathing gave way to ragged sighs. Determined hands slipped beneath Elladan’s body, sliding smoothly across his overheated skin, urging him to turn and face his tormentor. “Stop,” he whispered breathlessly, his stomach flinching away from the searching fingers even as his hands tightened on the bedcover in panicked refusal.
Then again, louder, his voice harsh in the tension-filled air. “Stop.”
“Why?”
“I do not want this,” Elladan answered unsteadily.
Elrohir chuckled, the dark, rich sound raising the hair on Elladan’s neck.
“Indeed?” the elf-knight murmured, but he relented slightly and his touch gentled, no longer demanding compliance but begging it, meeting his brother’s fading resistance with nonsensical crooning and a flurry of soft, wet kisses that traced the line of Elladan’s shoulder before ending with a teasing nip to his jaw. “You do not want this?”
Elladan shivered. “No.”
The warm mouth returned to Elladan’s ear, nibbling and suckling and thrusting damply. Elrohir inched upward and a line of fire pressed into the gentle swell of Elladan’s buttocks, causing his hips to buck reflexively against the soft mattress. A reluctant moan sounded and his grip on the coverlet eased.
With a muffled growl of triumph Elrohir shifted again, using his own weight to press Elladan’s back to the bed, dragging himself atop to stare down into wide, dark eyes.
Elladan struggled half-heartedly against the first forceful kiss, resisting the firm hands that cradled his head as well as the insistent swipe of Elrohir’s tongue. Then the hands loosened their grip, tangling comfortably in his hair, the kiss softened, becoming tender and searching, and Elladan was lost.
“You do not want this?” Elrohir’s voice was now quiet, uncertain, all taunting forgotten. “You do not want me?”
Elladan swallowed with difficulty, his mouth suddenly gone dry. “Yes,” he whispered, lifting one hand to Elrohir’s face.
“Yes, I do.”