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“I know that you have never taught elflings, Mel. However, I have great faith in your abilities.”
Melpomaen stood looking at Erestor like he had grown a second head. He could not believe the advisor actually thought him insane enough to teach the duo of terror.
Erestor smiled. “I will not be gone long. It is only for a year or two, depending on how the talks with Thranduil go. Besides, Lord Elrond will consider it a huge favor and that will put you in his good graces and open many doors.”
Melpomaen sighed heavily. “Look, Erestor, you know I love you, but this is not my specialty.”
Erestor grinned. “It is a simple matter of * datta, dayadhvam, damyata."
Melpomaen looked at Erestor oddly.
“It will put you in direct service of our Lord, a chance to shape the future of these lands. Think of the opportunity.”
Erestor could not help but grin at the lost look on his lover’s face. He would have to be more persuasive so he leaned in and kissed him deeply.
Melpomaen pulled back. “This is not going to change my mind, Erestor.”
The Advisor smiled knowingly and whispered, “We will see, Mel, we will see.” With that, he leaned in and kissed him once more.
Melpomaen had never been able to resist Erestor and today was no different. Slowly he melted against the warm body, parting his lips for his lover. Erestor let his hands run over his lover. He was soft and delicate even for an elf. He had heard more than one elleth talk about how they wished for the same fine features. Of course, he had heard more than one ellon whisper about how lucky he was himself to have Melpomaen in his arms and Erestor had to agree. He let his hands trail down the elf’s chest, each finger nimbly releasing the clasps of his lover’s robe.
“This is still not going to make me do it, Erestor. Nothing you can do will convince me.”
Erestor nipped the delicate elf’s lip and whispered. “Nothing?” Erestor grinned knowingly as he pushed the robe to the floor.
“No, nothi…” Melpomaen’s words were cut off as talented hands ran along sensitive parts.
“I thought I taught you about assuming such things.”
Melpomaen did not have time to reply as he was pushed back against Erestor’s ornate desk. He felt the hard cold beneath his back. It was a stark contrast compared to the soft warm body that hovered above him. He reached up to undo Erestor’s robe and his hands were pushed down. “I think not, my dear counselor. I have the floor in these negotiations.”
Erestor removed the sash from his own robe and used it to bind Melpomaen’s hands to the desk. It did not take but a moment for the Chief Advisor to remove the thin leggings that Melpomaen wore. He stood back and looked down at the elf on his desk. “Are you sure you will not reconsider my request before I have to resort to more persuasion?”
Melpomaen looked down between Erestor’s legs where his member was standing thick and hard and he grinned. “No, I do not think I will.”
Erestor sighed in mock exasperation. “Very well, have it your way. The negations continue.” He opened a drawer in the large desk removed a piece of wood to reveal a secret compartment where he kept sensitive items. It was not wrong to have the sweetly scented almond oil but it would be awkward to explain should someone discover it, regardless of the circumstances. He made sure the door was locked and came back to the now uncomfortable Melpomaen. “The desk is too hard for your sensitive flesh, lover?”
“Nay, I am tougher than you, M’Lord.”
Erestor could not help but chuckle. “You do not need this then?” He held the oil up for him to see.
“I did not say that.”
Erestor poured a bit of the liquid in his hand. “Of course not.”
Melpomaen groaned as Erestor pressed slickened fingers against the tightened ring of flesh and pressed. It was never too hard or too fast, always just right. He had never thought to try to experience anyone else with such a skilled lover as Erestor. It took but a second for Erestor to find that spot in him that made his whole body jerk with uncontrollable pleasure. Melpomaen tried to reach for something but the way his hands were bound left him clutching empty air. Erestor moved slowly, flicking the little gland within over and over until Mel thought he would go mad with need and then he slowly added another finger, starting all over. Melpomaen was finding it hard to not cry out and should he lose control, then everyone would know what was happening and who knew how bad the reprimand would be or worse, the teasing from his peers while Erestor was gone. “Come on, Mel, have you reconsidered my offer?”
Mel was not ready to give in just yet there was too much to gain from these negotiations. “No never.”
Erestor stepped back. “Then I guess I must resort to drastic measures.” He stood for Mel to see and let his robe drop to the floor. His bound lover could not help but gasp at the sight of his naked lover. Erestor took the oil and poured more into his hand, rubbing it upon his thick and very ready flesh. “You know you could be doing this.”
Mel snorted, “You need more leverage, my dear Erestor.”
Erestor moved between Melpomaen’s legs, placing his member at his entrance. “I have more than enough.” One quick thrust sheathed him inside his trapped lover and tore a groan from both of them. The next few minutes Erestor moved torturously slow. “You know, Mel, I can do this all day.”
The counselor lay twisting on the desk in tortured desire. Erestor had been taking his time to build him to his peek and if he said no, he would send him crashing back down. Still, if he said yes, he was stuck tutoring the twins for the next year or two. He could not help the groan that fell from his lips.
“Which is it lover?” Erestor pressed his lips to his, kissing him gently as his pace increased.
“Why me Erestor?”
He kissed him, “Because I trust you.”
Mel moaned a little louder than he meant to. “If you untie my hands, I will think on it.”
Erestor laughed softly. “If I untie your hands then I will lose my advantage.”
Mel was so close his body was trying to move against Erestor. Erestor had planned this well. It was what he was best at. If he did not find release soon, he would go mad. The Advisor had prolonged things too long to enable him to play the game much longer. A decision had to be made quickly.
“I will do it! Just untie my hands!”
Erestor reached up and pulled the simple knot that had effectively bound the young elf and Mel reached for him, digging fingers into flesh as Erestor’s pace increased, sending them both into bliss with a loud cry. For the next few minutes, they lay in each other’s arms, learning how to breathe once more.
When they were both able to stand once more, Erestor helped him to his feet. “Lord Elrond will be pleased.”
Mel sighed. “I care not. I simply wish for your return for more than one reason.”
Erestor laughed and kissed him once more. “I will give you more to remember me by after dinner. Now I think you have some excuses to make to the rest of the office, who I believe is at the door listening.”
Mel gave a yelp and sat up and Erestor laughed, watching his beloved turn red. “Do not worry, Lover, they are just jealous.”
Melpomaen shook his head as he dressed. “You are incorrigible.” With that final comment, he turned and left a nodding smiling Chief Advisor.
The End