The Flower and The Fountain

Favorite Place to Kiss
Summary: After an exhausting day, Glorfindel and Ecthelion share the night together...and their favorite places to kiss.

He could finally relax! The day had been much too long with the debates and issues being far too boring for Glorfindel’s taste. It was all rather dull, but as a lord of a house Glorfindel was required to attend such formal gatherings. He was rather envious of Rog and Egalmoth, both of which had somehow managed to weasel their way out of sitting through the last meeting, which had to do with the inventory of the stores set aside for winter. If only he could have come up with some reasonable excuse to get away, especially when Linaewen had come bearing a message that his advisors needed to see him on an urgent matter. And right before he was about to leave!

“Never trust scholars to plan the instruction of apprentice guards,” Glorfindel muttered to himself as he made his way back to his house. “Give them a sword and they’ll probably use it as a letter opener. Thank the Valar for Idril; what I wouldn‘t do without her.” Turgon’s daughter had kindly brought the golden-haired Elf dinner after she had noticed how weary he was after the meetings, dismissing his advisors at the same moment she had entered. He had tiredly thanked her before trudging off after his meal. Now all Glorfindel wanted t was was fall asleep curled up in Ecthelion’s arms. His lover had retired early after the meetings, though he had volunteered to stay whilst Glorfindel spoke with his advisors.

His legs felt heavy as Glorfindel mounted the marble main staircase of the House of the Golden Flower. Weary limbs unfastened the cloak from around his neck as he nudged open the door of his bedchambers with his foot. Tossing the cloak onto a nearby chair, followed shortly by his tunic, the golden-haired Elf undid his belt in order to lay his sword aside. Shutting the door in his wake, he walked over to the bed, fully intending to fall upon the soft folds of the sheets, but suddenly stopped. In the center of his bed was his lover, dozing amidst the pale yellow silk and satin of the bedclothes. Marveling at the beauty before him, Glorfindel slowly sank down onto the bed and gazed upon Ecthelion.

The braids had been let out of his dark hair for the day; the raven mass created a nearly black halo around Ecthelion’s head, a stark contrast from the pale gold sheets. Gray-blue eyes were glazed over in sleep, half-lidded and accompanied by a dreamy expression upon the Fountain Lord’s face. He was clad in yet another of Glorfindel’s sleeping robes, a rich purple satin cover that fell almost like a second skin upon the pale flesh. Glorfindel inched closer to get a better look of his lover’s face in sleep. His movements caused Ecthelion to stir, and he promptly twisted over onto his right side. In doing so, he had caused the robe to slip, revealing the smooth curve of a shoulder and the creamy expanse of a thigh. A little pink tongue darted out to moisten his lower lip, leaving it glistening faintly in the dim light of the room.

/Oh Valar…/ Glorfindel began to feel a stirring in the pit of his stomach as his skin became more sensitized. Moving slowly, he laid down upon his side and spooned up behind his lower, one arm shifting to wrap loosely about Ecthelion’s waist. His free hand moved lower, long fingers gliding up and down the exposed skin of the Fountain Lord’s leg whilst Glorfindel began to lazily kiss the pale shoulder. Ecthelion began to stir, blinking lazily and sighing softly as the goldeiredired Elf nuzzled his neck.

“Malthener?” Ecthelion attempted to roll onto his back, but an arm around his waist and a touch to his leg stilled his movements.

“Aye?” Glorfindel replied without lifting his head as he planted another gentle kiss upon the creamy skin.

“Are you tired?”

“Not yet.” Which was true; he no longer felt exhausted now that he had his lover in his arms.

Ecthelion felt rather than saw Glorfindel’s smirk. He smiled as was finally released and moved until he was on his back with his lover leaning over him. Glorfindel still wore his braids, but the raven-haired Elf soon remedied that by quickly undoing them. He gave a little giggle as the golden silk tickled his skin. Ecthelion released more giggles as an amused Glorfindel tossed his head lightly, causing his hair to brush against more skin.

“Glorfindel, stop that.”

“Why?”

“Because it tickles.”

“You’ve never complained before.” Glorfindel gave a triumphant smirk as his lover turned an enticing shade of crimson. As Ecthelion opened his mouth to protest, the golden-haired Elf lowered his head and claimed the parted lips. Ecthelion’s protest turned into a low moan as Glorfindel began to suckle his lower lip before deepening the kiss. One hand slipped inside the satin robe, tenderly caressing the creamy skin of his lover’s chest as Glorfindel pulled away from Ecthelion’s slightly swollen lips to explore his neck. When he reached the hollow dip at the base, his tongue flickered out, moistening the patch of skin before he gently began to suckle.

“You always kiss me there,” Ecthelion whispered, mesmerized as he watched the other.

Azure eyes twinkled as Glorfindel lifted his head, leaving behind a moist reddened patch. “’Tis my favorite place to kiss.” He gave a smile as Ecthelion lifted a delicate eyebrow.

“Is it now?”

“Mm. Don’t you have one?”

“Now that you mention it…” He reached out, cupping Glorfindel’s face in his hands and drawing him closer. When the blond’s face was again level with his own, Ecthelion urged him to tilt his head back. Bending his head, his lips touched the taut skin below Glorfindel’s chin where it connected to his neck. The feather light kiss must have felt pleasurable for Glorfindel tilted his head back further whilst releasing a pleased hiss.

“Didn’t know I was sensitive there,” he whispered after Ecthelion pulled away. A wicked grin appeared on his lover’s face, exciting Glorfindel; Ecthelion was hardly ever mischievous, but when he was the events proved to be very interesting.

“ to to find out where else you are sensitive?” the Fountain Lord asked, wrapping his arms about Glorfindel’s neck and drawing their bodies closer together. “What about here?” he asked, nibbling lightly on the skin just below an earlobe. “Or here?” A butterfly kiss whispered across the stretch of skin between neck and shoulder. “Maybe here?” Another kiss, followed by a nip to a collarbone.

Glorfindel groaned. Sweet Elbereth, when did these hidden places become so sensitive tmeremere touch?! The sensation was mind-numbing! He released another groan as Ecthelion shifted, bringing them both into kneeling positions on the bed with the Fountain Lord straddling his lover’s thighs. Glorfindel’s hands slipped underneath the robe, up smooth thighs until they rested upon slender hips. He pulled his lover closer as he began kneading the skin beneath his fingers in a slow, sensual fashion as Ecthelion continued to ravish his neck.

It wasn’t long before they were panting in need, wanting much more than they were giving or receiving. Sliding his hands upwards, Glorfindel quickly undid the simple sash of the robe, pushing the garment away from Ecthelion’s shoulders. At the same moment, he felt nimble fingenknonknotting the laces of his leggings as a sweet pair of lips crushed against his own. He smiled into the kiss when he heard Ecthelion mew softly whilst Glorfindel’s fingers danced lightly over the skin of his lover’s back.

“Meleth-nîn…” Ecthelion shivered faintly as Glorfindel swept the robe from his arms, revealing more of his pale skin. The smooth flesh glowed in the light, giving off a faint shine of its own. He drew in a sharp breath as Glorfindel’s lips brushed lightly over his collarbone. His hands, nearly done undoing the laces, stilled as he began to tremble from the pleasant sensation flowing through him.

“Vanima,” Glorfindel whispered against his lover’s skin. He obediently lifted his hips when Ecthelion tugged at the waist of his leggings, allowing his lover to slide them off his legs. The blond moaned feeling his love’s bare skin touch his own when they reclaimed their positions. “The things you do to me, Ecthelion.”

Ecthelion giggled, seeking a quick kiss as he tossed his robe, where it had been deposited on the bed, to join Glorfindel’s leggings on the floor. A hand slipped between their bodies, seeking out the evidence of the golden-haired Elf’s arousal; finding it, he curled his fingers around the semi-erect column of flesh. Ecthelion began to suck upon Glorfindel’s lower lip as his hand worked to bring his lover to a full erection. He could feel Glorfindel twitch and tremble against hi his his thumb flickered over the already glistening tip. “So impatient to claim me, malthener?”

“If I am, I blame it on you,” Glorfindel growled playfully. He tried not to grin when Ecthelion arched a delicate eyebrow.

“Blame it on me? Why, what did I do, meleth?”

“You were born far too attractive for your own good.”

“Oh, is that all?”

“No, you seductive nymph. There are a number of reasons I blame my impatience on you. I just do not care to name them all at the moment. This is hardly the time for brooding discussions, if you get my drift.”

“I think I get more than your drift.” Grinning mischievously, Ecthelion gave the device in hand a hardy squeeze. His grin widened hearing the surprised gasp from his lover just before he issued one of his own; Glorfindel had moved quickly, pushing them both back onto the bed and pinned Ecthelion beneath his body. The raven-haired Elf squirmed in an attempt to move away, but that only brought their straining erections together. Twin moans sounded through the chamber as the lovers attempted to bring their bodies as close as possible.

“Sweet Elbereth, what did I do to deserve you?” Glorfindel whispered in a barely audible voice as the tip of his tongue left a moistened trail over the curve and tip of Ecthels eas ear. He began to kiss his way down his lover’s neck ahesthest, stopping momentarily to listen to the quickened heartbeat, before descending lower.

His breathing became shallow, his back arched off the bed as Ecthelion felt the blond’s warm breath whispering over his arousal. Gray-blue eyes fluttered closed as the head was kissed lightly; one hand lifted, fisting a handful of golden hair it encountered. “The things you do to me…” His voice was cut short and his eyes flashed open as Glorfindel took him fully into his mouth, deep throating him. The blond knew just how to pleasure him with just a flick of the tongue as he moved. Stars danced behind Ecthelion’s lids when he closed his eyes again. His breath was coming in short gasps when he next spoke. “I’ll never know…where you learned…to do…that…”

Glorfindel grinned before pulling away with a teasing lick. “I’ve had plenty of time to learn and practice with you.”

“Mind teaching me a few tricks?”

“Who do you intend to use them on?”

“Oh, I don’t know. But there’s this pretty Elf in one of the houses who appeals to me.” Ecthelion tried not to smirk as he observed a vein near Glorfindel’s left eye twitch.

“Anyone I should be worried about?” the Flower Lord asked evenly whilst crawling back up his lover’s body in a predatory fashion.

“Perhaps.”

He arched an eyebrow beneath the golden hair that fell before his face. “Oh? And, pray tell, what is this Elf like?”

Ecthelion wrinkled his nose in an adorable manner before responding. “He’s incredibly handsome; all the ladies want to have him for themselves. A splendid dancer and singer, and the children admire him immensely. Very handsome, and witty too with just a touch of sarcasm in his speech at times. He is very well respected by the members of his house. Did I mention he is incredibly handsome?”

“Once or twice,” Glorfindel muttered with a grunt.

“And he’s wonderful in bed.”

“What?!” He stared down at Ecthelion as the raven-haired Elf grinned, wrapping his arms about Glorfindel’s neck and tugging gently.

“In fact, I have him in my bed right now…or, your bed actually.” And he promptly silenced any protests with a kiss. Ecthelion pulled away with a giggle at the shocked look upon Glorfindel’s face. “Malthener, did you really think I was bedding someone else?”

“The thought had occurred to me,” came the sheepish reply.

“Worry not, meleth. There is no other but you I think such thoughts about.”

“Truly?”

“Aye.”

“Well then, if that’s the case, then I shall not feel terrible about ravishing you all night and leaving you sore in the morning!”

“Then you had better use this.” Ecthelion reached underneath a pillow; after a bit of fumbling, he found what he was looking for and handed o hio his lover.

Glorfindel shook his head in amusement before popping the stopper off the vial and coating his hands with a generous amount of oil. Truth be told, he couldn’t stand to see Ecthelion sore the morning after a blissful night of their coupling. He would take it slow and ensure his lover never felt any pain, and they both knew this fact well. Glorfindel simply hated seeing Ecthelion hurt in any way and always seemed to take things slow to keep their joining painless, despite what the frantic need of his body was telling him.

“Glorfindel?”

He lifted his head, shaking himself from his momentary musings, tnd End Ecthelion’s eyes fixed upon him with a look of love and longing.

“Aye?”

“Im mela lle, malthener.”

“Im vithel, vanimaer. Im vithel.”

Ecthelion smiled, shivering slightly as he felt one of Glorfindel’s hands, slick and warm with the oil, rest lightly upon his hip. Obediently, he lifted a leg, wrapping it around his lover’s thigh to give Glorfindel better access. He let out a slow sigh, relaxing his body as he felt a slippery digit slide easily past his entrance; a moment later Ecthelion’s body became taut as a fingertip brushed against his prostate. A few more flicks to the secret gland had him writhing upon the sheets, twisting the silk in his fists.

Glorfindel watched the beauty that was his lover in admiration. A lazy smile spread across his face as he removed the finger, hearing the whimper of protest turn into a gasp as he reinserted two fingers. After a moment of stretching in preparation, he added a third finger. By now Ecthelion was pressing back against him, eyes closed and his back arching off the bed. Deeming the time perfect, Glorfindel slowly removed his hand; gently he urged Ecthelion to roll over. With a swift motion, he used the remaining oil on his hands to slick himself; wrapping his arms about his lover’s waist, he maneuvered them into position.

His body tensed slightly as Ecthelion felt the head of Glorfindel’s erection press past his guardian ring. He let out a slow sigh as he relaxed, allowing his lover to glide all the way in easily. His head fell back, a low moan leaving his lips, as his sweet spot was brushed again. Hoping to feel that exquisite feeling again, Ecthelion pressed back, smiling mirthfully when he heard Glorfindel hiss in surprise. “Move, meleth,” he whispered. “Please move.”

“Patience,” Glorfindel breathed, kissing an ear tip. “You are always telling me to be patient.”

“I’m only impatient around you.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Good. Now kindly move.”

“As you wish.” Pulling nearly all the way out, Glorfindel slipped back into place, angling himself to hit his lover’s hidden gland at the same time. He felt Ecthelion shudder in his arms; kissing a pale shoulder, he pulled out and pressed back in again, increasing his speed. In time, his movements became more rapid as his body screamed for release, which he denied it at the present.

Valar, nothing had ever felt so right! Each time they joined, Ecthelion felt as if it were meant to be, and could not begin to imagine otherwise. Gripping Glorfindel’s hand, he shifted their positions until he was on his hands and knees with his lover behind him. He could feel the ends of Glorfindel’s golden hair tickling his back with their movements; it felt like warm silk gliding across his skin in the most erotic fashion possible. The mere touch was mind-numbing.

Ecthelion felt complete and wanted the feeling to last, but release was so near as his lover reached past his hip and cupped his straining arousal in a warm palm. He denied his body, forcing his orgasm away, but in the end it was inevitablWithWith a firm stroke and a deep thrust, he came, Glorfindel’s name rushing from his lips in a hoarse shout.

The satin walls surrounding him tightened; the guardian ring clenched the base of his shaft maddeningly. His hand became slick with Ecthelion’s release as the other Elf trembled beneath him from the force of his orgasm. Grinding his teeth, Glorfindel held on a moment more before releasing himself into his lover. Once spent, he fell upon his love, driving them both into the damp sheets as, together, they rode out the last waves of pleasure.

When the racing of their hearts had slowed and the pounding in their ears had dulled, Glorfindel slowly disengaged himself from Ecthelion and gently turned his lover over. Face-to-face now, sleep beginning to cloud their vision, the golden-haired Elf dipped his head, planting a gentle, loving kiss upon his favorite spot. After claiming another kiss from Ecthelion’s lips, he pulled the Fountain Lord closer, wrapping his arms tightly about the lithe frame.

“You are a delight in bed, malthener,” Ecthelion murmured against Glorfindel’s sweat dampened skin. “Did you know that?”

mig might have mentioned it earlier,” the Flower Lord teased, absentmindedly tracing a circle about the mark he made on Ecthelion’s throat with a fingertip.

“I meant it.”

“I know you did.” He smiled when Ecthelion snuggled closer and sighed in contentment. Reaching down, the blond pulled the sheets over them despite the dampness. “Sleep, vanimaer.”

“Hm…hold me?”

“Of course.”

Ecthelion smiled lazily as he tilted his head upwards and placed a brief kiss below Glorfindel’s chin. Feeling gentle fingers combing through his hair, untangling the slight knots that had formed there from their lovemaking, he felt safe and comforted. With his last thoughts about his lover, Ecthelion drifted off into sleep.

For long moments Glorfindel fought exhaustion as he held the raven-haired Elf whom he had lost his heart to. He thought back to all the nights they had shared, and imagined nights in the future. He wanted to spend the entire night watching the angel in his arms slumber, but sleep beckoned and eventually he gave in. Placing a loving kiss to Ecthelion’s brow, Glorfindel allowed his eyes to glaze as he fell into a peaceful sleep with the knowledge that he was loved and that the object of his affection would never betray his heart.

TBC...