Cinnamon and Vanilla

Chapter 12

Erestor slid Haldir to his feet. “We…we should talk,” he said.

Haldir pressed himself more firmly against his dark haired lover. “Let us talk tomorrow. For now,” he kissed Erestor, “make love to me?”

Erestor’s arms tightened around him. “Yes.” He returned the kiss, bearing Haldir back until the Galadhrim’s calves were against the bed frame.

“You are going to take me in bed? How unusual,” Haldir teased.

Most of the blue was gone from Erestor’s eyes as he licked across Haldir’s lips, then moved down along his jaw and down the column of the Silvan’s neck, kissing, licking and nipping as he went.

Haldir moaned and tilted his head to give Erestor easier access.

Erestor pushed Haldir’s tunic up and over his head, growling a little when it caught on the Silvan’s arms. Haldir shivered at the sound. It was…possessive, insistent, demanding…it was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. How did Erestor, without as much as a single word, make him feel so desired, so wanted? It was a novel experience for the Galadhrim and he reveled in it.

Erestor resumed his ministrations on Haldir’s chest, leaving marks Haldir wished would last longer. His uncertain and scarred lover of yesterday was no more. It was a confident and secure elf that slid his hand down into Haldir’s leggings to toy with the end of his penis.

“Oh, Valar! Erestor!” Haldir’s knees gave out and he sat heavily on the bed. “You are going to make me come undone before I am even undressed!”

His lover smiled. “Is that bad?” Erestor asked, his deep voice sending shivers up and down Haldir’s spine. The Noldo knelt and made quick work of Haldir’s boots…then leaned forward and kissed the hard length straining against his leggings.

“Ah!” Haldir fell back to lie prone as his penis was slowly freed and just as slowly, carefully, gently licked. “I…I cannot…I….Oh! Erestor!”

When he could see straight again, Haldir lifted his head to see Erestor quickly disrobing. Despite the languor that consumed him, Haldir felt himself begin to harden again at Erestor’s aroused state. He was glad those other idiot elves had been fools, it meant only he would know the pleasu… “Oh!”

Erestor licked Haldir clean of his spent seed then slowly licked and nibbled his way back up to Haldir’s lips. He placed the jar of thick oil next to the Silvan’s shoulder and, pushing it against the bed, managed to open it one handed.

“You…are very good at that,” Haldir panted.

“Opening jars?” Erestor’s deep voice rumbled against him.

“That too,” Haldir said, finally catching his breath.

Erestor paused, his fingers glistening. “It…it has been my only means of…” He looked down, his cheeks red. “It was all I could offer when…”

Haldir silenced him with a kiss. “Sh. It is okay. I…I too have had lovers before you.” It was his turn to look down and blush. “Though I fear the listing of their numbers may lesson your regard for me.”

Erestor nuzzled the side of Haldir’s neck. “Have you lain with any of them as you have with me?”

“No!” Haldir squirmed about until he could look Erestor in the eyes. “Until I met you I was convinced I was a top. Only you….only you, Erestor.”

His lover kissed him. “Then I do not care how many there were before me.” His hand moved down and between Haldir’s thighs.

Haldir closed his eyes as Erestor’s long fingers breached him. “Oh…”

“I am not hurting you?” Erestor’s voice was concerned.

“No…it feels good.” He wiggled to drive those beautiful fingers deeper inside him. “Ah! Yes….”

He could feel Erestor’s smile against his ear. “Enjoy that do you?”

The feel of Erestor’s breath caressing his ear, followed by his tongue, and the addition of a third finger to those probing his body, made Haldir buck as waves of pleasure started to build inside him once again. His hands kneaded Erestor’s strong shoulders as he writhed beneath him, unable to string together a coherent sentence. “More…want….please….”

Erestor pulled his fingers free and scooped up more oil as he rose to kneel between Haldir’s legs. Haldir was not sure when or how he had made it to the center of the bed, nor did he really care; he only had eyes for the thick penis of his lover, now glistening with oil, that approached his prepared opening.

Haldir pulled his knees up to his chest to make it easier for his love to enter him. No, not love, his lov… “Oh, Valar!” he moaned as the large head breached his tight ring of muscles. It hurt for a moment until it was all the way in…but the pleasure remained.

Erestor pushed in slowly, pausing every few moments for Haldir to adjust.

Haldir could barely catch his breath. His sweet spot was being compressed almost to the point of pain. Each inch Erestor slid into him pushed him that much closer to his next orgasm…and likely another soon after.

Finally, after several moments punctuated mostly by heavy breathing and the occasional moan, Haldir felt Erestor’s balls come to rest against him. He opened his eyes to see Erestor looking down at him. “What?” he whispered.

Erestor leaned forward, bracing himself with one hand, using the other to pull a sweat soaked lock of silver hair from where it was stuck to Haldir’s chest. “You are so beautiful.”

Haldir could feel the heat of his own blush as it stained his skin. “You…think me beautiful?”

Erestor shook his head, the dark hair tumbling forward to curtain Haldir, mixing with the silver strands on the bed. “I do not think, I know.” He leaned further forward, pressing the Galadhrim’s legs between them, and kissed Haldir. “You are beautiful.”

“Would…would you…write a poem for me?” Haldir asked, feeling self-conscious.

“As soon as I return to Imladris,” Erestor promised. He started moving then, Haldir tightening his muscles around him to enjoy each inch to its fullest.

The rhythm Erestor set was slow at first, Haldir relaxing as his lover pushed in, tightening again as he pulled out…but neither could maintain such a pace for long and Erestor sped up with every deep thrust.

Haldir, his knees over Erestor’s shoulders held onto the Noldo’s arms as his body, thrumming with pleasure, was pounded into faster and harder. His orgasm was torn from him at some point, the next one building so quickly on its tail that he could not say later when it had occurred.

Erestor tensed and stopped…then made a series of quick, sharp thrusts and Haldir felt the warmth of his lover’s seed fill him…and his own spurted onto his belly again.

He welcomed the tired weight pressing him into the mattress, but breathed easier when Erestor carefully eased himself free and rolled them both to a dry spot on the bed. Haldir stretched out his cramped legs, smiling when there was no pain, only a little stiffness. He snuggled into Erestor’s side and kissed him on the shoulder.

Erestor smiled at him and pulled him up for a proper kiss. They fell asleep like that.