It had taken months of courtship, but at last he was here
in the Peredhel's arms. The waiting was over; the painstakingly slow
process of winning the Seneschal's trust had finally paid off. Elrohir
had wanted to bed the devastating blonde in his father's service even before
his majority -- from the time he first understood what sex was and that it
could be done between two 'boys'. No one else could bring out in him
the feelings that he felt around Glorfindel just by being near him.
And so, Elrohir had remained a virgin, spurning all offers of companionship
from others (and there had been *several* such offers from male and female
alike). All of that waiting and holding out was coming to an end tonight.
Glorfindel kissed the younger Elf tenderly, and Elrohir's body melted beneath
him. The kiss deepened, sending bolts of searing heat into the Peredhel's
loins. He felt the Seneschal's firmness pressing against his naked thigh
and felt his own rise in response. The air of Glorfindel's bedroom hung heavy
with the scent of their mutual arousal. Elrohir caressed the unblemished
skin of Glorfindel's back, intoxicated by the maleness of the Elf in his
arms. Glorfindel crushed Elrohir against him, pushing his tongue down
into the waiting warmth of the younger twin's mouth. Elrohir's answering
moan drove the Elda to even higher arousal, and he ran his hands up and down
the length of Elrohir's back, finally cupping the Peredhel's behind and squeezing
amorously.
Elrohir arched into Glorfindel's body, grinding himself against the blond's
arousal. His lungs were crying for air and his lips burned with the
pressure of Glorfindel's brutal kisses, but he clung to the taller Elf desperately.
His old tutor inched them back toward his large bed and lowered the younger
Elf to the soft mattress. Elrohir's fevered body was covered by the
Balrog-slayer's; he whimpered with need as he was pressed into the feather
softness of the oversized bed.
Glorfindel abandoned the bruised and swollen lips, smiling devilishly when
the young Peredhel gasped for breath and plunged his hands into his golden
tresses. The Elf-lord trailed heated kisses along the strong jawline
of his lover, nipping and sucking down the long column of the writhing figure's
neck. When Glorfindel reached the juncture where Elrohir's neck met
his shoulder, he bit deeply, marking his new love as his own.
Elrohir cried out, his eyes going wide and glassy with unshed tears as the
combination of pain and desire warred within him. He was Glorfindel's
now, as he had always wanted to be. Glorfindel eased the sting of the
bite by laving the dark mark with is tongue and blowing gently on the warmed
skin, and Elrohir shivered and thrust against the hard body above him.
"I need..." he moaned, catching Glorfindel's luminous blue eyes with his
own grey eyes, darkened with passion.
Glorfindel chuckled, lowering his mouth to capture a tight bud between his
teeth. Elrohir's hands, still tangled in Glorfindel's hair, pulled,
forcing greater contact of flesh with wet warmth. The Elda obliged,
drawing Elrohir's nipple into his mouth and suckling greedily. His cock
throbbed with each cry and moan he pulled from Elrohir, his need growing beyond
his control. He breathed deep the Peredhel's scent as he moved to the
so far neglected nipple, taking into his fingers the abandoned peak, rolling
the sensitive flesh between thumb and forefinger.
The younger twin could no longer lie still; he thrashed beneath the warrior's
body, begging with him to sate the burning he felt. He pulled at the silk
between his fingers, spread his legs shamelessly in an invitation to Glorfindel
to possess him utterly. "Glorfindel," he panted. "Take... me..."
Glorfindel pulled away from Elrohir's chest and gazed into the hooded eyes
of his lover. He knew Elrohir was untouched, knew the Half-Elf really
did not know what he was asking for. "No, pen-vaelui, I will not take
you," he said huskily. "Not tonight. Tonight, you will have me."
Elrohir's eyes opened and his breath hitched in his throat. "But,"
he stuttered, "I... I have never..."
Glorfindel sat up off Elrohir and reached into his bedside table, retrieving
a phial. "Precisely my point, Elrohir," he purred seductively.
"We have all the time of Arda, pen-neth, for me to possess you as you wish
for me to. But, not tonight." He removed the stopper from the
phial and dripped the thick fluid onto his fingers. He kept his gaze on his
young lover's face, watching the shock and unease dissolve into curiosity
and then desire as the Peredhel watched Glorfindel reach behind himself and
insert a slick finger.
He did not usually prepare himself with his partners, but he wished for
Elrohir to see how enjoyable such an act could be. He thrust two fingers
inside the tight passage, scissoring and stroking himself to near climax.
He moaned deep in his chest and probed deeper within himself until he stroked
the spot that shot white-hot heat through his body. He bucked against
his hand and slid a third finger, relishing the full feeling, panting with
the knowledge that in moment, Elrohir would replace his fingers with his stiff
shaft.
"I am ready for you, Elrohir," he managed to grate out, his voice unsteady
with his arousal. "Are you ready for me?" He looked at Elrohir,
his hair framing his pale, slender face and his bright eyes blazing with love
and desire. His perfect lips were curved in an inviting smirk as he
positioned himself astride the trembling form on the bed.
Elrohir had not imagined, in all his many fantasies, of Glorfindel allowing
him to perform this act their first night together. He had always assumed
the more experienced Elf would take the lead, would wish to lay claim upon
his body. But, once that oil-slickened hand grasped his leaking desire
and the Elda began to lower himself onto the Peredhel's lap, Elrohir lost
all coherent thought. The tight, velvet heat clenched around him and
he threw his head back, gripping the sheets in an attempt to stave off his
release.
Glorfindel settled on Elrohir's lap, his body shuddering with the sudden
intensity of the moment. His own erection throbbed with each heartbeat,
his breath coming in short, staccato bursts as he wriggled and settled himself
fully around Elrohir's ample girth. Elrohir's moist hands came up to grip
Glorfindel's hips in an almost bruising grasp. The young one was panting
quickly, gasping as he tried to drag out their moment of connection.
Glorfindel put his own hands over Elrohir's and began to lift himself up and
impale himself on Elrohir. With that first movement, Elrohir's eyes rolled
up and his lids closed as he was lost to the sensation of Glorfindel's body.
The Elda was close, so close to the brink and he brought one of his hands
to his glistening shaft. He began to stroke himself quickly, increasing
their pace, his eyes never leaving the rose-flushed face of his companion.
He squeezed his muscles, milking Elrohir within him, whispering endearments
and encouragement to the body wracked with tremors of impending release.
Elrohir thrust his hips up to meet Glorfindel each time the Balrog-slayer
came back down on his cock. He was so close, the tightening in his groin
signaling that he could no longer put off his release. His eyes flew
open and locked with the indigo eyes hovering above him as he cried out his
orgasm.
Glorfindel jerked his hand once more about himself, feeling Elrohir fill
him with his hot seed. He spilled himself over his hand and down onto
Elrohir's belly, calling out the young Elf's name in his blinding moment of
completion.
Elrohir's gasp sounded like an explosion in the near-silence of the room.
"Elrohir? You have something to add?" Erestor's voice was stern
and suspicious.
Elrohir heard a snicker and glanced out of the corner of his eye to see
his brother quite clearly enjoying his twin's discomfort.
The Peredhel cleared his throat and slid his chair closer to his desk to
hide his obvious arousal. A cherry-red blush spread across his cheeks
as he replied, "No, Lord Erestor."
The dark-haired tutor looked down his nose at the young Elf. "I realize
that the history of the Dunedain can be quite droll, but I would appreciate
you not daydreaming during my lessons. You wouldn't want me to keep
you late and make you miss archery with Lord Glorfindel, would you?"
Elrohir's blush deepened, and he was unable to keep the Advisor's gaze.
"Of course not, Lord Erestor," he said, barely able to keep the smirk from
his face.
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