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“I win!”
“I can‘t believe it, no there must be a mistake,” desperately Erestor looked at his own cards and then Glorfindel’s, the warrior had indeed won.
“Time to pay up.”
“Well, what….what do you want?” the advisor stammered.
“Erestor, you know what I want,” he said in such a sultry voice and devious grin that he could not of been misunderstood.
“But surely you were not serious?!” oh why had he agreed to accompany Glorfindel for a game of cards in his room?!
“I have never been more serious, until dawn you are mine sweet one.”
“I…I..”
“Will enjoy yourself very much I assure you.”
“Glorfindel, I…I can’t do this.”
“Are you not an elf of your word Erestor?”
“Yes but, but this is absurd!”
“Nay it is not, you promised to play along. If you were to win, I would be your personal assistant for the next month, a servant. If I were to win, which I did, I get you for one night.”
“Yes but I never actually expected you to win!”
“Well you should you should of thought of that before. Now…” he sank low in his chair, spreading his legs open lazily. Erestor gasped at seeing the obvious and rather large erection that stood proudly in the warriors leggings. “…stand for me.”
“Glorfindel this is ridiculous!”
“You swore to me did you not?”
“Aye…but…”
“But nothing, stand before me.”
Hesitantly Erestor stood from his seat to stand before the warrior, his arms crossed tightly before him. Licking his lips Glorfindel sat forwards in his seat, he grinned up at an obviously very nervous Erestor as he let his hands touch the back of the advisors knees. Slowly, he let his hands wander up to the back of his thighs; the advisor’s robe raising as he did so. He never took his eyes away from Erestor’s slightly fearful expression; grinning as the advisor closed his eyes tightly. He smirked as Erestor gasped when his hands finally cupped and gently squeezed the pert behind.
“Do you know how long it has been since I have taken another to my bed Erestor? Too long. Ever since I first saw you, I knew I had to have you. First I tried to satisfy myself with lovers who simply resembled you, but it did not take me long to figure out that I would never feel satisfaction until I had you.”
“So…what am I? Just a passing phase of yours? Once you use me you’ll finally be able to move on?”
“Oh I intend to keep you Erestor, there will be no other for me damn you. I’ve known this for some time now. And after all my attempts at seduction and courting, I have had to resort to winning you in a game of cards. Fine. If that is the only way I can have you so be it.”
With that Glorfindel withdrew his hands from the fine posterior and with ease pulled his tunic over his head and sat back in his chair, bare from his waist up.
“Come, sit here upon my lap.” He said huskily as he patted his thigh.
“You can not be serious!”
“Erestor…you swore.”
Clenching his jaw tightly Erestor moved to sit upon the blonds lap, he swallowed hard as the hard bulge of the warriors leggings pressed firmly against him. Glorfindel had immediately drawn Erestor closer, loving the feel of having him in his lap.
“Move around a little.”
“What?”
“I know you can feel my cock Erestor, rub against it.”
“I…I most certainly will not! Why are you doing this? You could have any number of other elves who would jump at a chance like this!”
“I know, but I want you. They do nothing for me, *nothing* Where as you, you make me burn from within. Now move.”
“I…I will not!” Erestor tried to stand again, but Glorfindel had a firm grip on his waist.
“Erestor.” The warrior warned in a low voice.
With a deep blush Erestor began to slowly move in his lap, rubbing atop of the hard erection pressed against him. Glorfindel’s smirk had become even more sultry as the advisor slowly moved.
“Wait, stand for a moment.”
Erestor did not need to be told twice and immediately leapt to his feet.
“Alright now come sit back on me, but straddle me.”
Erestor did as he was bid with a scowl, Glorfindel immediately grasped onto his hips tightly.
“Now move on me.”
When Erestor did not comply straight away Glorfindel guided his hips to rock atop of him. “Like riding a horse Erestor, just rub against me.”
Blushing scarlet he slowly gyrated against Glorfindel, and to his shame was begging to become aroused.
“My, my Erestor. If I am not mistaken I think you are beginning to enjoy this.”
Erestor did not reply, he simply continued to move atop of Glorfindel, rubbing hard against the rock hard shaft. His eyes which had been tightly shut flew open as the front of his robe was being opened. Instinctively he reached to push away the hands but his wrists were caught by Glorfindel’s stronger touch.
“I will give those busy hands something to do if they do not stay out of my way.”
He let his hands fall to the side and simply watched as Glorfindel pulled his robe over his head. Raising his arms dutifully when needed. Now they both wore naught but leggings. Glorfindel’s expression was that of a starved man as he tightly grasped Erestor’s hips and eased them back into a rocking sensation.
“I’m going to fuck you Erestor, so hard. But first I want you to stand a moment. Good, now remove those leggings.”
“Glorfindel, I assure you tonight will be the only night you will ever share with me if I
am forced to do anything I do not wish to.”
“Trust me, by the end of the night, I’ll have you begging me to take you. I will have no need, and never would I even consider taking anything of what you are thinking of by force.”
Erestor hesitated, but knew it was pointless. He had gotten himself into this mess, hopefully, if he let Glorfindel have his fun now, the warrior would tire of him and not actually wish to take him to his bed. For he had no wish to humiliate himself, no matter how attractive Glorfindel was.
He slipped off his shoes and bit his lip as his hand rested on his waist band. He looked back at Glorfindel desperately, hoping that perhaps all of this was a simple jest, but it was not. Glorfindel sat waiting, and highly aroused. Closing his eyes in humiliation Erestor pulled the laces of his leggings free, and was about to pull them down when Glorfindel interrupted him.
“Slowly Erestor, do it slowly.”
Erestor shivered at the hoarse voice, and did as he was bid. Slowly he pulled them down his thighs, hating himself as his half hard member came into view, and then stood completely naked before Glorfindel. Never having felt so low in his life.
“Now what?” He asked completely resigned and defeated.
“Now, come and undress me.”
Erestor sighed as he knelt before the warrior and shakily reached out for the ties to the warrior’s straining leggings. Slowly he untied them and eased them down, he gulped at the sheer size and magnitude of Glorfindel‘s arousal, and suddenly felt afraid. When Glorfindel was as bare as he, he looked back to the warrior, awaiting further instructions with a resigned air.
“Come, sit back upon me as you were.”
He sat back upon the warrior, suppressing a moan at the feel of their bare flesh touching; something Glorfindel felt no need to do as he moaned loudly. Erestor shuddered slightly as a hand gently brushed his cheek and delved into his long black hair to massage his scalp. His hair was loosened from its braids and fell in dark rivulets around his face.
“Wet your lips Erestor, yes that’s it. Now kiss me.”
“Kiss you?” why didn’t Glorfindel just take his pleasures and be done with it?
“Aye, kiss me, a real kiss.”
Erestor swallowed nervously, he leaned forwards, and with their lips almost touching he closed his eyes as Glorfindel had. When still he hesitated Glorfindel pulled him down by the nape of the neck and pressed their lips together, though he did not take command of the kiss, he simply waited.
Slowly and nervously Erestor moved his lips against Glorfindel’s. He gasped when feeling Glorfindel’s slick tongue slide against his lips and parted them without thinking. He hated to admit it to himself, but the kiss was lovely. It was slow and not to demanding, though he dreaded parting and seeing the look of dissatisfaction and amusement on the warrior’s face.
When they parted Glorfindel sighed happily, he opened his eyes to look at his partner, frowning seeing Erestor biting his lip, his eyes closed tightly.
“You thought that was terrible didn’t you?” the advisor spoke quietly; eyes still closed. He opened his eyes when feeling a hand brush his cheek, and was surprised at seeing Glorfindel smile at him, without a hint of condescending amusement.
“Never have I been kissed so, that was without a doubt the sweetest and best I have ever had.”
“Nay it could not of been, why would you say such a thing?” Erestor asked in denial, how could his inexperienced lips of been anything but dissatisfaction to one who has kissed and lain with more people than he could count.
“Because it was from you.”
Erestor was at a loss of what to say, where had that sudden sweetness come from?
“Now I want another one.” Glorfindel pulled Erestor back to him, delighted as Erestor leaned forwards, but both looked to the door when hearing voices from the outside.
“Glorfindel? Glorfindel come on! I thought we were playing cards this eve you…”
Erestor gasped as three elves simply let themselves into the warrior’s rooms, all paused, opened mouthed at what they saw. Glorfindel sat naked in his plush chair, nothing unusual there. But what caught their eye was the highly respected, much lusted and sought after Erestor, chief councillor of Imladris, naked, sitting atop of their friend. The three elves in unison doubled over and screamed with laughter and shock.
Glorfindel had quickly reached for Erestor’s robe which still laid on the arm rest of the chair and tried to hide Erestor’s modesty, not caring for his own. Cursing himself for forgetting to cancel his usual card game with his fellow warrior’s and friends.
“Get out!” He shouted, oh Erestor would hate him for this.
The three elves tumbled out side of the warrior’s rooms, howling with laughter and leaning upon each other for support. Glorfindel had eased the stunned advisor off of him; grabbing his shirt to hold over his groin and erection as he stepped into the hallway and glared at his friends, who still stood there, laughing uncontrollably.
“You can not say a word!”
“G-Glorfindel, what…how?” One of them chuckled.
“How on earth did you tame him? How did you lure him to your bed when so many others have failed?!”
“That is none of your concern! Now promise me you will not repeat what it is you saw!”
“Not until you tell us how you did it!”
“I…” Glorfindel sighed, his friends were impossible at times. “..we were playing cards, there was a wager, I won….”
“You lucky son of a..”
“You can not tell another soul, none of you, do you hear me?!”
The three elves grinned mischievously, still chuckling.
“So what are the terms?”
“What? I am not discussing this with you, now go!”
“We are not leaving until you tell us.”
“Oh for Elbereth sake, I have him for one night, and you are ruining it!”
“He has to do what ever you say?” Another asked huskily, an idea forming in his head.
“Aye, now go!”
“I thought we were your friends?”
“What are you getting at?” Glorfindel asked impatiently.
“Let us watch.”
“What?! No! now leave!”
“You’ve done it before what’s different now?”
“Erestor would not like that! And he is different…..special!”
“Oh come! If it were any of us in your position we’d let you watch, we’d even let you have a turn..” One finished suggestively.
Glorfindel could not believe what he was hearing, was this what he was really like? It was true he and his friends had engaged in such a activities before, but not since before he had met Erestor, and the elf in Erestor’s shoes had always been a willing participant, and had enjoyed it. Erestor barely trusted him as it was, plus there was nothing in all of Arda that would ever make him want to share Erestor. He hated the thought of these others elves having simply seen Erestor disrobed.
“This is different!”
“Oh and you just ‘forgot’ to cancel *our* card game? We see through you Glorfindel,” another claimed, believing Glorfindel had planned this.
“Come let us in…” the assuming elf made to push past Glorfindel but was shocked as Glorfindel, with his one free hand pushed the elf back against the opposite wall.
“I am in love,” he said in a low voice. His friends stood quietly for a moment, small disbelieving smiles and frowns upon their faces.
“You? In love? Do not be absurd, you are being greedy Glorfindel. You know any of us would die for a chance at Erestor, stop your jesting and at least let us watch.”
“Nay, I am in love, and I will not share him, I have him for one night and one night alone. He is mine. Now go.”
“Oh fine, fine! But we will not forget this!” The elf that was pinned against the wall pushed Glorfindel away. The three elves began down the hallway but turned back to Glorfindel.
“If you think we will ever let you watch or join any of us again you are mistaken Glorfindel.”
“There will never be any other for me, none but Erestor, and remember what I said, do not tell anyone!”
“We wont,” they groaned, thoroughly annoyed at the blond.
“Because if I ever find out that any of you did, you will be mucking out the stalls until the very day you sail!”
The three elves groaned again and continued down the hall, all annoyed and frustrated. How dare Glorfindel suddenly be in love.
When the elves were out of sight he re-entered the room, he grew nervous when seeing Erestor facing away from him, clutching the dark fabric tightly around his form. His breath caught when Erestor turn to face him. The advisor wore a look of pure betrayal, his eyes large and glassy with unshed tears.
“Did you plan that?” His voice sounded small and broken.
“What? No! I would never…”
“I feel so used…so, cheap…I feel filthy..”
“Erestor, none of them will breath a word, no one else will find out about this.”
“They know! That is bad enough, I can’t believe you would do such a thing to me!”
“Erestor, I swear I forgot they were coming, honestly..”
“Save me your lies Glorfindel I heard…I heard some of what it you were discussing with your ‘friends’!”
“What exactly did you hear?” He asked as he came to stand before Erestor and reached out to hold him, but the councilor quickly moved out of his grasp, reaching for his leggings to get dressed.
“I heard you all laughing, I heard them asking to watch! I heard them, them suggesting….would you really let them take ‘turns’ on me?” A look of sheer disgust passed over his fair features at the thought.
“No! Never! I would never share you with another, I want you for myself, I would never let that happen. You obviously did not hear everything…’tis true I have engaged in such things before, but all were consenting. I would never of expected you to…never would of allowed or wanted…”
“Why did you say you are in love with me?” Erestor asked suddenly; his lips in a straight tight line.
“Because I am.” He shrugged, unable to explain any further, for it was the truth.
“This is not love Glorfindel! You….you won me in a game of cards, using my honour against me!”
“Erestor I have tried to court you! Believe me! I do not simply lust after you, I think of you every moment of the day, I can not sleep or eat for I am so enamoured with you. I yearn, I long, I need you, I want you. And if the only way I could have you was through such deeds as this…..as dishonourable on my behalf as it is, so be it…I care not.”
With that he stepped forwards pulled the clothes from out of the advisor’s hands and kissed his roughly, desperately.
Erestor whimpered as he tried to pull away, but Glorfindel was so much stronger than he. The kiss was to rushed, to hard for him, he could not keep up with Glorfindel and could not pull away. Finally his lips were released as Glorfindel decided to kiss and suck along the sensitive flesh of his neck.
“Glorfindel stop! I…I don’t want this, please I cant!”
“Yes, yes you can, I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”
Erestor fell upon the bed as the back of his knees hit the side of the mattress. Glorfindel effortlessly hauled Erestor further up the bed and lay above him, pinning him to the bed.
“Glorfindel, please I can’t do this…”
The warrior silenced him again with another hard kiss, pushing him flat against the bed as he reached for the small vial of oil he kept on his night stand.
“Glorfindel…”
“Do you go back on your word? You would of made me your servant for a month and I would of abided.”
It was true, he would of insisted Glorfindel uphold his part of the bargain, and he would of made the warrior run every and any erring he could think of. He swallowed hard and began to panic as Glorfindel uncorked the oil and coated his fingers, the warrior had obviously taken his silence as his assent. He had to stop this and now. When feeling slick fingers brush his entrance he instinctively pulled away, only for Glorfindel to hold him still.
“No Shh now, come on..”
“Glorfindel I..”
Again he felt those thick fingers circle his entrance, he reached forward and held the warrior’s wrist, keeping the fingers from pushing inside of him.
“Glorfindel I’m a…I’m, I mean I’ve never…”
The warrior’s eyes went wide in realization, was Erestor saying what he think he was saying?!
“Erestor…are you, untouched?”
“Aye, I am.” The advisor replied in a whisper, feeling utterly embarrassed and more than slightly fearful. He watched as Glorfindel took this in, the warrior was obviously surprised.
“But, how is that possible?”
“What do you mean?” Erestor asked, slightly offended.
“Look at you Erestor! You are so incredibly beautiful! How could be untouched?!”
“I…I have always wanted to keep that part of myself…for the elf I would fall in love with…” he said with a shrug, “…if such a thing were to ever happen.”
“You would gift your betrothed with your virginity?” The warrior whispered.
“Well, yes. It would be a part of myself that would be only his, experienced by no other, and his alone. You think that odd?”
After a long pause, Glorfindel answered. “No, no I do not. In fact I could not think of a greater gift any could receive from the one they love.”
Erestor watched Glorfindel uneasily, he would not go back on his word, though he did not entirely want this. Glorfindel was handsome, very handsome, but he was afraid. And this was not how he pictured giving himself away to another. His virginity was something he wanted only his intended to have. But he would not go back on his word.
“What are you going to do?” He asked hesitantly as he watched Glorfindel bite his lip, the vial still in hand.
Glorfindel groaned and closed his eyes, as well as the vial and laid down next to Erestor.
“Nothing, I am going to do nothing. As much as I want this, you do not. I would not ruin your first time, this precious gift of yours, if it is not I you wish to give it to,” a sad expression lay across his face.
Erestor exhaled in relief. Slowly he sat up and made to leave the bed and dress, but his wrist was pulled back firmly by Glorfindel’s hand.
“There is still a wager to settle, it still stands.”
“But you said…”
“I will not take your virginity, not if you do not want me to, but our wager still stands, though it must be amended now.”
“H-how so?”
“Well, I still have you for this one night, there will be no love making but you are still mine for this night…and more to come.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you were to win, the agreement was that I would be you servant for a month. So now, you will sleep in my bed for a month. Even if….even if it is just so I can hold you, while you sleep.” Glorfindel finished quietly, not quite able to meet Erestor’s eye line.
“One month?” Erestor asked after a pause.
“Aye, though I promise you I will have wandering hands, though I will not take your precious gift. No matter how much I wish it to be mine. Agreed?”
“I think, that is fare,” he replied quietly.
“Then come back to bed.”
Hesitantly, and always keeping one eye on the warrior Erestor slid beneath the sheets; gasping as Glorfindel pulled him flush against his own hard and heated body. Uncertainly Erestor glanced at Glorfindel, silently asking what it was the warrior was to ask of him that night if not sex. Glorfindel simply shook his head with a sad sigh; tucking the advisor further under his side, holding him as a child would a most precious comforter.
“Tonight sleep. You have been upset dreadfully, I would ask no more of you tonight.”
Erestor allowed himself a sigh of relief, though he swallowed hard when Glorfindel next breathed huskily in his ear.
“Our play will begin tomorrow night.”
TBC…
Part 2.
That morning he had woken to the feel of Glorfindel’s hard length digging into his back. He had known the moment the warrior had awoken, as he felt the blonds hands began to stray over his flesh. He had immediately pulled free of Glorfindel’s hold and quickly reached for his clothes to dress.
“Wait Erestor…come back here, its still so early,” the warrior leaned up on one hand, holding out his other.
“Nay sir, it is morn. The deal is you have me during the nights. I have work to do.” Without looking back, and only half dressed Erestor left the chambers as quickly as possible. He had missed the somewhat hurt expression on Glorfindel’s face as he quickly left, leaving the warrior hard and wanting in his now empty bed. But mostly, he felt alone.
The day had passed far to quickly for his liking. He had even stayed later than he usually would, to simply avoid returning to Glorfindel’s rooms. But now it was far past the acceptable working hours, and he truly was tired and had naught left to do, so sighing in defeat, he slowly made his way to Glorfindel’s rooms, in the hope that the warrior may already be asleep.
He did not knock; not wanting to wake Glorfindel in the vain hope the warrior was already asleep, and simply opened the door quietly. But Glorfindel was not asleep as he had hoped. Glorfindel sat on the edge of his bed; the room dark save for a single candle. He sat there with his hands in his lap and his shoulders slumped, looking thoroughly miserable and apparently lost in thought. His head snapped up however when hearing Erestor enter the room; a surprised look on his face. He smiled for a moment before quickly pulling himself in check. He stood and faced Erestor, who had closed the door behind him and now stood uncertainly in the middle of the room.
“I did not think you were going to come,” the warrior said quietly, quickly squaring his shoulders.
“I am an elf of my word. You were waiting for me?”
Glorfindel decided not to answer, instead he turned and began to disrobe, when seeing Erestor still standing there; still fully clothed and on guard, he licked his lips and cleared his throat nervously.
“How was your day?” he asked absently as he slipped off his boots and pulled at the laces of his leggings.
“Why?” Erestor asked defensively, taking Glorfindel by surprise.
“I was just wondering.” Glorfindel replied quietly, feeling at a loss as to how to talk to the advisor.
“Can we skip the pleasantries?” Erestor asked curtly; the uneasy feeling in his stomach from the previous night returning.
“Fine…” Glorfindel spoke, his voice flat and now devoid of emotion, “take off all of your clothes, and wait for me in bed” with that the warrior headed into the adjoined bathroom; affording Erestor a few moments alone to strip and climb into bed.
When Glorfindel returned from the bathroom, he smiled faintly seeing Erestor in his bed; beneath his sheets and waiting for him. He quickly snuffed out the single candle that lit the room and climbed into bed.
Erestor was as rigid as a statue as he pulled the advisor into his arms. He did not wish to overwhelm the petite beauty, and so, decided to take it slowly, no matter how difficult he may find it. Erestor was untouched, he had no wish to scare the elf that held his heart, though he would not let this one month go to waste.
He gently handled Erestor until he had the slighter elf as he wanted him. They lay facing each other; Erestor held in place as Glorfindel’s leg draped over his own, and an arm around his slim waist, as the warrior gently stroked up and down the advisor‘s side; pausing every now and again to grope and squeeze Erestor‘s fine posterior.
“Kiss me.” He demanded gruffly.
Erestor hesitated for a moment, then crushed their lips together with a frown, just as Glorfindel had the previous night; with desperation and little finesse. He cared not if the warrior did not enjoy it.
Glorfindel pulled back with a hiss, that had not been what he had meant or wanted.
“Nay, kiss me like before…like the first time.”
“Why?”
“Because I liked it, you do not kiss like anyone else I know. Just use your instincts, kiss me softly, like before.”
“Being a warrior I would of thought you’d like it like that, hard and rough, devoid of all emotion.”
“Is that how you see me?” Glorfindel asked quietly after a long pause.
“Aye, I do.” Erestor replied coldly, resenting Glorfindel for getting him into this situation, even though he knew he had only himself and his over confident skill with cards to blame.
“Well, one might say that of you….” the warrior began defensively, “…you are so strict and passive, rude even. How many times have you been approached, only to heartlessly reject those that sought only your company?”
“Only my company? Glorfindel my simple friend, ‘twas not my company in a game of chess, or for a walk in the gardens that they sought. It was my company between the sheets!”
“I sought you out for other things.” Glorfindel whispered.
“So why am I here in your bed now, hmm? Out of all of things you could of asked of me, why did you demand I share your bed?”
Glorfindel could not reply, for what Erestor had said was true. Though there was so much more he wanted from Erestor than mere company between the sheets.
“I Glorfindel, may seem cold to you, but it is you my friend, you who is heartless, jumping from bed to bed, seeking only pleasures of the flesh. Where as I, wish only to share the most intimate of acts with the one whom I love. Now tell me, which of us is it that is devoid of emotion?”
It was too dark in the room to see each other clearly. But if that last candle had still been lit, Erestor would of seen the warrior’s eyes shimmer; and a look of pure hurt pass over his features.
“Then you had best accustom yourself to my heartless ways councilor. For during the nights you are mine, to use as I want in my heartless ways” he grounded out amongst his hurt and anger.
He then forcefully pushed Erestor flat on his back, and claimed the stunned advisor’s mouth with as much ferocity as he had the previous night; angered at being so harshly judged, by the one he loved no less fuelling his actions. He lay above Erestor, pinning him to the bed. He knew that he was doing exactly what he had not wanted to do, he was scaring Erestor, that much was obvious by the way the advisor trembled beneath him.
He released Erestor’s battered lips to kiss a rough trail along his jaw line and up to his ear, where he suckled and nibbled the tip; delighting in the shocked gasp that came from the advisor’s lips at the unexpected pleasurable sensation.
“You think you are to good for me, don’t you?” He whispered huskily as he kissed the sensitive flesh of the councilor’s neck. “You think I am beneath you…” he kissed his way along Erestor’s collarbone, and paused and looked up into the advisor’s fearful eyes when next he spoke; in a hushed broken voice, “…and you are right, I am…”
Erestor gasped as the warrior grasped his wrists in an iron grip and slammed them down either side of his head. “But you will be moaning my name none the less…” the warrior looked him straight in the eye, and whispered something, only just audible to the advisor’s ears. “…so beautiful,” he whispered, before slowly leaning down for another kiss. Only this one, was soft and caring, slow and worshipful. His wrists were released, and the nape of his neck was cradled whilst his flush cheek was tenderly stroked.
His mind was left swirling at the sudden change in the warrior’s approach. His hands still lay limply at the sides of his head, and he watched open mouthed as the warrior delivered soft kisses to his chest. He gasped as one nipple, and then the other was drawn into the warrior’s mouth and suckled gently; a teasing bite to each one making him jump in surprise.
Shakily he lowered his hands to his sides, as he watched Glorfindel kiss his way down his flat stomach, circling his navel with his tongue, and then, heading lower. He sucked in his breath as Glorfindel’s heated breath ghosted over his erection. A sad blue gaze met his own confused brown one, and then his length was enveloped in an exquisitely wet heat. He could not stop the cries from spilling from his mouth as a hot tongue swirled around his throbbing arousal. Never had he experienced such sensations before, he looked down transfixed, as the blond head bobbed; bring him the greatest pleasure he had not known existed.
The need to thrust was to great, but Glorfindel allowed it, he thrust wildly into the moist heat; arching clear off of the bed as his legs were manoeuvred to rest over broad muscular shoulders. He clutched desperately to the sheets, and bit his lips to keep from calling the warrior’s name. Though his groans and moans he let fall freely. And then he felt it, a tingling heat, rolling in his groin, on the brink of bursting, he tore the sheets in his grasp, threw his head back and screamed as he came for the first time at another’s hand.
He closed his eyes, and lay limply against the mattress as Glorfindel licked every last drop of his pleasure, and gently eased his legs off of his broad shoulders. When next Erestor opened his eyes Glorfindel was leaning above him; the night obscured the warrior’s face, but he could feel his hot breath against his own lips.
“I am not simple Erestor,” he spoke quietly, and then rolled off and onto his side, facing away from the advisor.
Erestor was unsure of what to do, Glorfindel was facing away from him; the sheets drawn back up and with an uncomfortable distance between them, considering what had just transpired. He was sure the blond would of wanted him to pleasure him in some unseemly way.
“D-don’t you want me to…”
“No, go to sleep.” Glorfindel curled into a tighter ball, unwilling to turn and let Erestor see the tears in his eyes. He had heard his name begin to slip from the advisor’s lips in the height of his passion, but was hurt that Erestor had bit his lip, and refused to call his name. He also refused to let Erestor know that he had already spilt his seed, from the simple act of brining the one he loved pleasure.
Though they had fallen asleep facing away from each other, Erestor had woken in Glorfindel’s arms yet again. Silently and carefully so as not to wake the warrior Erestor disentangled himself from the blond and quickly dressed; leaving the room without looking back. Glorfindel though, had woken long before Erestor had, and had not been able to resist pulling him into his arms. He had watched, feigning slumber as Erestor quickly dressed and left, not even sparing a second glance back at the bed. He hauled himself into the bathroom to make ready for his day, ignoring the stinging in his eyes at the blatant lack of affection Erestor felt for him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Only a few days left, Erestor sighed as he sat slumped in his office chair, pondering the past months events. He felt relieved to know that in a few days, he would be sleeping in his own bed again.
Glorfindel had acted stranger with each passing day. Each night, the warrior would bring him such pleasures, and not ask or seek them in return. The warrior would gather him in his arms, acting as if his own arousal was not even there, and tell him to sleep. But now, now he was not only baffled by Glorfindel’s actions, but strangely annoyed by them also. The warrior had began to act as if they were a couple, as if the wager did not exist, and that they were but two lovers, blissfully in love.
Glorfindel would continue to ask him about his day and make small conversation, even if he answered curtly or not at all. The warrior would wake every morning and catch him just as he was about to leave the room, to kiss his cheek and wish him a good day.
He cringed as he thought of what happened a few nights ago, the strangest night yet. He had whiled away as much time as he could in his office before making his way to his temporary sleeping quarters. When he had stepped through the doors he had immediately grown wary, he closed the door quietly behind him, wondering at the intimate setting before him.
**~**~**
“Glorfindel?” he warily stepped closer to the small set up table in the centre of the room, frowning at the candles and set either side of the two dinner plates laden with what he had to admit, looked delicious food.
“Here,” the warrior had smiled at him as he approached the table from the sitting room with two glasses and a bottle of wine tucked beneath his arm.
“What is this?”
“I thought we might dine together.”
“Is it not a little late for that?”
“Nay, the moonlight makes it all the more romantic, don’t you think? Please, sit.”
With a sigh Erestor moved to sit in the nearest chair, but paused as Glorfindel quickly pulled out the chair for him. Gritting his teeth he sat down at the table, accepting the kiss to his temple with mild annoyance.
Erestor had nodded along disinterestedly to the warriors conversation, and simply enjoyed the well prepared meal. He glanced away from his plate however when he noticed Glorfindel slide something across the table; leaving it by his left hand. It was a small beautifully crafted wooden box, swallowing his mouthful of food he glanced up at his dining companion, who was now nervously moving the food about on his plate with his knife and fork, his gaze set on his plate and away from the elf sitting opposite him.
“What is this?” he asked flatly.
“it’s…it’s a gift.”
“A gift?” Erestor asked with a frown.
“Aye, open it.”
Setting his utensils down with a clang he leaned back in his chair and picked up the box, he opened it, and raised a brow at the beautiful Mithril hair clasp inside, adorned with small green gems. He glanced back at Glorfindel, catching his nervous and hopeful look before the warrior quickly looked down back at his plate to poke at his food.
“Why are you giving me this?”
The warrior shrugged, “I just saw it, and thought you might like it. It is beautiful is it not?”
That was a lie and they both knew it, this was a delicately crafted clasp, and suspiciously a lot like Erestor’s many others, just far more beautiful. A clasp such as this would have to be requested to the smith, and would take up to a week to make.
Erestor sighed and closed the box; setting it back on the table, he cleared his throat and stood.
“I am going to bed,” he announced, not answering the warrior’s question.
“Aye we should, it is late.”
Quickly snuffing out the candles, Glorfindel undressed and followed Erestor into bed. Where there he wasted no time in drawing the advisor close to kiss gently, fondle and grope. Again he snaked his way down the advisor’s body, and again he brought Erestor to mind blowing orgasm, and again….Erestor did not call out his name.
**~**~**
‘Only a few more days to go’ Erestor thought once more as he cleared his desk, locking his office door behind him he again made his way to the warrior’s room.
**
“Erestor? Oh good you’re here. Here…” Glorfindel handed the councillor a more casual robe, “…change, they will be here any minute.”
“Excuse me?” Erestor frowned as he watched the blond busy himself about the rooms, he followed the warrior into the sitting room and groaned seeing another table set up with candles and goblets of wine. And then what Glorfindel had actually said registered with him, and it was at that moment that he noticed that there was four plates of food on the table, not two.
“They?”
“Aye, we will have company as we dine this eve.”
“What do you mean, company?” he asked with rising ire.
“Company, two of my companions will join us, Ranar and his betrothed Belen.”
“More of your delightful warrior companions?” Erestor asked quietly.
Glorfindel rushed to quickly reassure Erestor, chastising himself for forgetting Erestor’s last encounter with some of his fellow warrior’s.
“They are both warrior’s aye, but they are nothing like that, honesty Erestor.”
There was an uncomfortable silence between them, finally Glorfindel pointed to the robes the advisor carried limply in his hand.
“You should really change, they will be here soon.”
Erestor glanced down at the robe he held, and noticed that was his own. He had brought a few personal items to the warrior’s room for his short stay, but this had not been one of them.
“Did you go to my room?” he asked with barely masked anger.
“Aye, I know you work late, so I fetched it for you myself. You wore that one some months ago in the hall of fire, you looked divine in it.”
Erestor could not think of a word to say, it angered him that the warrior had let himself into his rooms, as if he owned them. And then it dawned on him, he was being treated as a possession, a pet to dress up and play with. And he had never felt so infuriated before in his life. But before he could voice any objections though, a knock sounded at the warrior’s doors.
“Oh, ah, well you have no time to change but, here…” Erestor watched as the blond retrieved a small and familiar box from one of his chest draws, “…you can wear you hair clasp.”
There was another knock at the door and Glorfindel quickly handed him the box, “I should get that,” he then left to answer the door.
Erestor glanced at the table, and then down at the box in his hand, and felt rage swell within him. He simply did not understand what was going on, and he did *not* appreciate his rooms, his own private space, being invaded, or being told what to wear.
He glanced out of the window, noting the time of evening, he was on Glorfindel’s time now. ‘Only a few more days’ He set the box down, leaving the clasp inside and joined Glorfindel in greeting his guests.
He had greeted the two elves as politely as he could at that moment, and was glad to see that they were not as obnoxious and disgusting as the other friends of Glorfindel‘s he had had the misfortune of meeting. He noticed Glorfindel steal a glance at his hair, and felt a small amount f satisfaction at the momentarily disappointed and hurt look on the blond’s face when he noticed that he had not worn the clasp, as he had asked him to.
The evening had been fairly acceptable, although it had become obvious to him that the two other elves thought Glorfindel and him to be some sort of couple. It did not help that Glorfindel would every so often affectionately stroke his hair, or rest his arm around his slim shoulders, or let his hand rest on his thigh. But throughout it all he refused to play along with Glorfindel’s charade.
It was when Glorfindel had left the rooms briefly to fetch more wine, that he realised just how far it had all gotten out of hand.
“So Erestor, Glorfindel has told us much about you.” Belen began.
“Aye, it is always Erestor this, Erestor that in the barracks.” Ranar chuckled.
“It is?” Erestor asked in clear shock.
“Aye, everyday he arrives at the field with a smile…”
“Saying how wonderful it is to be in love…”
“Did he now.” Erestor relied in a low voice.
“Aye, he will speak of how wonderful you are and what the two of you did this day and that…”
“Frankly we were getting sick of it.” Belen laughed, though both elves glanced at each other in obvious discomfort as Erestor apparently did not find this amusing or pleasing. It was then that Glorfindel re-entered the rooms; fresh wine in tow.
“Did I miss anything?”
“Nothing much.” Belen replied, now that Erestor sat in stony silence. Glorfindel sat himself back down besides Erestor; letting his arm fall back around the advisor’s shoulders with a thoroughly content smile. Sitting their with Erestor as his lover, with his good friends, he felt happier than he had in longer than he could or cared to remember, he felt for once, normal, right. He was blissfully ignorant of what had just occurred between his friends and Erestor.
“So…how long have you two been an item?” Ranar hesitantly asked.
“Ah, well…” Glorfindel began, licking his lips, but was interrupted by Erestor; who had leant forwards and snatched away the bottle of wine, uncorking it and pouring himself a large glassful.
“Almost a month, but our arrangement will soon be over, thank the Valar,” he said before taking a large swig if his wine.
Glorfindel’s eyes had gone wide; his perfect and briefly happy moment completely shattered by those few words. He stammered as he faced his friends, trying to think of something to say whilst his cheeks flushed.
“Arrangement?” Belen asked, looking to Glorfindel who was looking increasingly uncomfortable whilst giving Erestor what looked like a pleading look.
“Aye, arrangement, he won my company over an accursed game of cards..”
“We don’t understand..” Ranar frowned, looking to Glorfindel questioningly.
“I am to accompany him each evening for a month, he could not win my or anyone else’s genuine affections any other way, so he resorted to using my honour against me, we are *not* lovers” he finished flatly.
He glanced over to Glorfindel then, thinking to revel in the warrior’s much deserved embarrassment, but it was not so. Glorfindel looked as if he had just been humiliated, and had his heart broken all at once, and then the advisor realised, that that was exactly what had happened; he looked as if he had been betrayed by his closest friend and punched in the stomach. He watched, with a growing sense of guilt as the warrior turned to his friends; stammering, with a false smile as he tried to somehow explain what his apparent ‘lover’ had just said.
“What…oh, OH!” Belen suddenly exclaimed, laughing a obviously fake laugh, as he nudged his lover in the side; who also began to laugh falsely on queue. “Glorfindel told us you had quite a sense of humour.”
Glorfindel had nodded and laughed humourlessly, glad that his friends were giving him a scapegoat out of the highly humiliating and awkward situation. Though he did slowly remove his arm from around Erestor’s shoulders, letting his hands sit limply in his lap whilst studiously avoiding looking at the Erestor.
“More wine?” he asked in a strained and somewhat broken voice; his bland smile beginning to falter. He had so loved feeling good about himself for a short time.
“Actually, it is late and we have to be up early tomorrow…” Belen began as he glanced to his partner in support in the awkward moment.
“Aye, we should be going, another time perhaps.”
“Oh, very well, yes, perhaps another time. Uh, let me show you to the door.”
Glorfindel left with the two guests who nodded their curt good byes to Erestor and showed them the door. Once alone Erestor ran his hands tiredly over his face; knowing that, not only had he just crossed the line, he had been especially cruel about it.
He glanced up when Glorfindel entered the room again; wondering what would happen next. Surely the warrior would be mad with him? After all he had just humiliated the warrior in front of his fiends and ruined the evening. But no, Glorfindel simply walked to the small table and began to slowly clean away the dishes. Careful so as to not look at the advisor, but Erestor could see the heartbreakingly sad expression on his face.
“Glorfindel?” he asked hesitantly, he stood as the warrior simply stilled his movements; his back to the dark haired elf.
“Hmm?” was the only reply he could voice at that moment, and even that came out in a tremor.
“I, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of…I, but you, you had no right to…”
“Erestor, it’s alright, forget it.” he replied quietly; still refusing to face the advisor.
“All-alright,” Erestor uncertainly walked into the bedroom, and began to disrobe.
“Don’t…”
Erestor turned hearing Glorfindel behind him, and nearly gasped at how truly crushed the blond looked.
“Don’t what?”
“Do not undress, you can go to your own rooms, you don’t have to stay here anymore.”
“But, what about the wager?”
“Forget the wager. I’ll gather your things and take them to your rooms tomorrow.” He finished in a whisper as his voice broke, quickly he turned, and headed into the bathroom. Closing the door behind him with a quiet ‘click’.
Erestor stood alone in the room, without thinking he began to walk towards the bathroom, but paused, this was what he had wanted was it not? Running his hands through his hair he sighed and left the warrior’s quarters, not knowing what it was he wanted anymore.
~*~*~*~*~*~
As Erestor stroked himself to completion he refused to think of Glorfindel, he refused to think of how cold his bed felt, he refused to think of what a poor substitute his hand was for Glorfindel’s. And most of all, he refused to think about how crushed Glorfindel had looked.
As his pinnacle approached he stroked faster; finally he arched off of the bed, shocked to hear the warrior’s name spill from his lips as his seed spilled from his cock. He laid there, mouth open and panting hard as images of a heart broken Glorfindel flashed from behind his closed lids.
“Oh what have I done?” he groaned.
When stepping out of his rooms he nearly fell as he tripped over box at his feet. At a closer look he knew immediately what it was, Glorfindel had been to his rooms, and left his few changes of clothes and personal items that he had kept in the warrior’s rooms outside his door. He bent down and picked them up, taking them back into his own rooms and setting them upon the bed. He turned again to leave, not wanting to deal with trifling items that moment, but spotted the small beautifully crafted box sitting snug amongst the items. Reaching for the box he opened it slowly, and closed his eyes tightly, seeing the Mithril hair clasp with green gems inside.
“Fool Erestor, fool,” with a sigh he set it down on his bedside table. Deciding that although at fist he had hated and resented Glorfindel for the outcome of the wager, that Glorfindel had in fact, done nothing as such to deserve such wrath.
In fact, if he thought about it, all Glorfindel had done, was tell him he loved him, tell him on a daily basis that he thought him beautiful and brilliant, give him sweet and thoughtful gifts, cook for him, try to actually get to know him, and give him the most amazing pleasure each night, no matter how rude or short he had been. And had he once returned any of those favours? Any of those endearments? Had he even tried talking with the warrior? No, he had not. He remembered accusing Glorfindel of being heartless and devoid of all emotion, how wrong he had been, and how hypocritical.
It was true that Glorfindel had tried to force something that was not there, he had tried to make them a couple, when Erestor had only been there out of stubbornness and unwillingness to tarnish his pride. But did that warrant such cruelty? For what he had done to the warrior before his friends last night was cruel.
He knew what he had to do, he had to swallow his damn pride, he had to apologise for his unfairness, and he had to admit, not only to himself but to Glorfindel also, that he enjoyed the warrior’s touch, and that though they had only been separated one night, he had sorely missed being held by the warrior. He had even missed the blond’s chirpy and pointless banter. He would see Glorfindel that night.
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Erestor nearly let himself in, as he had grown accustomed to doing over the past month. He stopped himself just in time and raised his hand to knock on the door with the back of his knuckles. He waited, and when no answer came he knocked again, but there was no reply. Frowning he let himself in, the room was dark, but he could make out the silhouette of Glorfindel sitting in on of his plush chairs.
“Wha…w-who’s there?”
Erestor could tell from the slur in his voice that Glorfindel was drunk.
“It is I, Erestor.”
“Erestor? What are you doing here?”
The advisor sighed and walked over to where he knew the lantern was kept, having lit it he walked back over to Glorfindel and shone it over the warrior, gasping at what he saw. Glorfindel had immediately squinted and looked away, the bright light hurting his disoriented eyes that had grown accustomed to sitting in the dark. But what caused Erestor to gasp, was the state the warrior was in.
Glorfindel sat in only his leggings, a half empty glass of wine in hand, and with red rimmed eyes and tear tracks down his pale cheeks. With a soft look Erestor knelt before the blond, setting the lantern down and touching the warrior’s knees gently.
“Glorfindel, why are you sitting alone in the dark?”
“I have ever been alone in the dark Erestor,” the warrior slurred cryptically. “What are you doing here?” he asked as he clumsily stood and walked towards his drinks cabinet when empting his glass.
“I have come to apologise…”
“There is no need…” The drunken blond replied as he emphatically waved his empty glass at the advisor as he searched for more wine. “I deserved it, you are not mine, I shouldn’t of let them think…I shouldn’t of…I’m just sorry…” he trailed off quietly. He sat back down in his chair with a sigh and a new bottle of wine, he uncorked it and poured himself another glass.
“It was not alright Glorfindel, yes you are right you should not of treated me as a possession to be played with. But, now that I have though it over, you have been nothing but kind and…sweet to me, in your own way of course, since I came to stay in your rooms.” He was kneeling back before the warrior now, he reached up and pulled away his glass of wine; setting it aside when the blond had gone to take another swig.
“I already told you Erestor, you are forgiven, not that you needed apologise at all in the first place.”
“Thank you, I am grateful you so graciously accept my humble apologies. But there is something else….” Here he took the warrior’s hands in his own, making him lean forwards in his chair so as that their faces were but a few inches apart. Erestor opened his mouth to speak again but paused curiously as Glorfindel laughed, somewhat humourlessly.
“What is amusing?” He asked quietly.
“You scent, I love your scent. Did you know I can smell you, all over my rooms. But mostly in my bed…” he leaned forwards and brazenly breathed deeply the advisor’s unique scent; stroking soft black strands of hair as he did so, “…the scent of your hair lingers on my pillows, it is maddening,” he whispered.
“Glorfindel, something of a …revelation came to me this morn. After a night in a lonely bed…knowing how I had hurt you, waking up without your arms around me, missing your touch, and after calling your name when, when….”
“When what?” he whispered.
“when calling your name, imagining it was you touching me, and not my own hand I….I have been so terribly unfair Glorfindel, and I have potentially thrown away something I did not even realise I had.”
“I am very drunk Erestor, please speak clearly.”
Erestor had to smile at the self admittance of such intoxication, he slowly stood and pushed Glorfindel back in his chair. The very chair Glorfindel had sat in when winning his wager. He smiled in amusement when the warrior’s eyes went as he slowly straddled his hips. Wordlessly he reached into the fold of his robes and pulled out a deck of cards.
Glorfindel had laughed helplessly as the advisor grinned down at him, understanding fully what it was Erestor was trying to say.
Throwing the cards aside Erestor leaned down and whispered into the warrior’s ear.
“What was it you said? Something about you wanting to fuck me, fuck me hard…”
Glorfindel closed his eyes and groaned; his grip on the advisor’s slim hips tightening. He allowed Erestor to push him back, so that he was sprawled out lazily in the chair. His mouth fell open as Erestor reached to the collar of his robe and began to slowly unbutton it, revealing patches of creamy flesh slowly as he gyrated upon the warrior’s lap.
Glorfindel groaned and gripped the moving hips tightly, feeling himself grow fully erect beneath Erestor’s movements.
When as bare as the warrior he leaned down and kissed him, just how Glorfindel loved to be kissed, soft and gently. He smiled feeling Glorfindel’s hands slide up his bare back and into his hair; where he gently loosened braids the dark mass.
The warrior pulled away from the kiss when Erestor’s hair fell free, to view the familiar Mithril clasp that he now held in his hand. He looked at Erestor questioningly, to which Erestor took the clasp and laid aside; turning back to gently cup the blond’s face.
“Glorfindel, I am…*very* new to this, and I admit I am more than a little afraid of what is happening. So I could not tell you for sure what it is I feel, for I do not know myself but….but I know I want to give myself to you.”
“You would give me your virginity?” Glorfindel whispered, suddenly feeling a lot more sober.
“To keep, if you want it,” he whispered, letting their brows lean against each others.
“I can think of no greater gift, though, I will not take it tonight.”
“Why not?” Erestor asked, frowning at the warrior.
“Well, as I said my sweet one, I am immensely drunk right now….” he began with a grin, smiling brightly as Erestor giggled, “….and it would not be as special for you as you deserve, I would rather experience such a precious gift with a clear head, and I would most probably fall asleep the second it was over if we were to” he chuckled.
“You speak wisely, though I would like to sleep in your arms, I miss your strong arms.”
“Oh we will make love!” Glorfindel declared, chuckling as Erestor frowned in confusion.
“You really are drunk, for I swear you said..”
“It will be you, who will be doing the taking my love,” he laughed aloud as Erestor’s eyes went wide.
“You…you want *me* to….to…”
“Aye, I do” he whispered as he rubbed his nose sweetly against Erestor’s.
“Will you guide me?”
“Of course, if you would first be so kind as to guide me to the bed.” He chuckled.
Erestor smiled and gently eased himself off of the warrior, helping him stand and collapse onto the bed. He laid himself next to the warrior and gently; with many a giggle removed both of their leggings.
They laid there for a while, rocking against each other and kissing hungrily, before Erestor decided to boldly take the lead. He shyly pulled away from the heated kiss, and moved to lay atop of the warrior. He began a heated trial of kisses on the broad golden chest, experimentally licking and then gently sucking each nipple; trying to remember exactly what it was Glorfindel had done to him to give him such pleasure.
When coming to the rigid length between Glorfindel’s thighs he bit his lip worriedly as he looked up to meet Glorfindel’s lust filled gaze.
“You sir, are annoyingly well endowed.”
Glorfindel chuckled; reaching to one of the bedside draws, he blindly pulled out the vial of oil he kept there and passed it Erestor.
“Do not worry yourself about that sweet one, just prepare me,” he said with a slightly breathless quality to his voice.
“Prepare?” Erestor whispered, blushing at his utter lack of experience.
Glorfindel smiled encouragingly and instructed Erestor to the best of his ability in his desperate and still drunken state how to prepare him. With two coated fingers now rotating inside of him Glorfindel groaned clenched around them.
“Like that?” Erestor rasped, desperate to now bury himself in the tight heat he could feel around his fingers.
“Aye, n-now coat yourself.”
Erestor withdrew his fingers and gingerly coated his length with a groan, just as Glorfindel placed a pillow beneath his own hips.
“Ready?”
“Aye, oh so very ready,” Erestor panted as he leaned between the blond’s legs.
“Slowly push in…”
Guiding his length into the tight heat by the base of his cock, he groaned as the tight heat enveloped him; having never felt anything so wonderful before in his life.
“Is…is that alright?” he panted as he looked down into hungry blue eye.
“Aye, move some…”
Erestor gave an experimental thrust, crying out at the delicious and new feeling. Bracing himself up on shaking arms either side of Glorfindel’s torso; he set a slow and steady rhythm.
Glorfindel groaned as he was possessed by Erestor, but he was no inexperienced virgin, and needed more than gentle thrusts. Leaning up on one hand he hooked his other around behind Erestor; grasping his pert behind in a tight grip and pushed the advisor into him further. Erestor’s eyes had flown open in surprise, making the warrior grin wolfishly.
“Deeper, harder,” he growled.
Erestor felt something primal stir within him and forcefully pushed Glorfindel back down, flat on his back. He leaned above Glorfindel, and after taking his lips in a possessive kiss he held himself above the warrior, and delivered a sharp and hard thrust. Glorfindel had instantly moaned aloud, Erestor was taking him just as he needed to be, he needed to feel Erestor’s possession, he needed to feel wanted, loved.
“Ai yes Erestor…like that…that’s it..” he panted desperately.
Erestor had never before in his eyes looked so commanding, comely and beautiful yes, but now, as Erestor leaned above him, thrusting hard and fast with long black hair flowing behind him; he actually felt the vulnerable of the two, despite his experience and Erestor’s lack of it.
“Damn this feels good, so good….gods you’re so hot and tight…so good, so good…” the advisor rasped; grinning as Glorfindel now moaned and moved wildly beneath him.
Glorfindel wrapped his legs tightly around Erestor’s waist and ran his hands up and down his smooth back; occasionally resting on his pert behind and giving an encouraging squeeze.
“Ai! Harder, faster please!” he moaned, desperately needing to feel Erestor’s pleasure fill him.
“Ai Glor…I…I’m coming, I’m coming…”
Erestor complied wordlessly as Glorfindel took one of his hands and guided it down to the warrior’s thick and heavy shaft. He pumped it furiously as the felt the first waves of ecstasy coarse through his body.
“Ai Glorfindel!”
With two more grunting and brutal thrusts he tensed, and with a loud cry of his lovers name he spilled fast jets of come into the blond’s body.
With the hard grip on his shaft and the final hard thrust Glorfindel let out a long moan of Erestor’s name, spilling himself between their bodies. They lay there panting, utterly spent and panting wildly.
Eventually Erestor pulled himself up on one arm as he pulled out of his lover, though he stilled when hearing a Glorfindel hiss.
“Are you alright?” he asked as he softly brushed the warrior’s cheek.
Glorfindel smiled reassuringly, loving the concern evident in Erestor’s voice.
“I’m fine, it’s just been a while, pull out slowly.”
Doing as he was bid Erestor pulled out slowly, and lay down beside the warrior; smirking at the lazy sated smile on the blond’s face.
“So…good?” Erestor asked in his most passive voice, though it was obvious he wanted know how he was as a lover.
Glorfindel chuckled, “the best,” with that he rolled on his side and rested his head upon Erestor’s chest, rubbing his cheek against it as it rose and fell beneath him.
“I am glad” he sighed.
“Erestor, will you be staying?”
“Aye of course, I could not move even if I wanted to” he chuckled as stroked the sweaty muscular back.
“And, what of tomorrow night?” he asked uncertainly, unconsciously tightening his hold on the advisor.
“Glorfindel, have you ever had a relationship? I mean a real one,”
“Define real,” he replied after a pause.
“You and one other elf, for a long period of time, enjoying and sharing more than sex,” he clarified.
“No, no I have not.”
“Neither I have, I would…like to have that, with you, if you are willing…”
“I am most willing,” the warrior whispered, blinking back the sudden tears of happiness that assailed him.
“Than sleep tight beloved, and let us greet tomorrow as something new, together.”
Glorfindel kissed the chest he lay upon as he fought to fight back his tears. He fell into a peaceful reverie; with such an ease that he had not been able to achieve in many a year. A smile graced his face as he slept, as it was Erestor that night, who held him.
The end. |
