Isolation

**Warning smut and blantant dessert abuse... I cannot believe I actually wrote this *blushes*...

Part 16...

Lindir swallowed nervously as he entered his Lord’s imposing chambers for a second time, moving slowly so as to take the time to examine everything he had failed to notice the night before. During his first visit he had been rather… distracted with being seduced and this morning he had not taken the time to inspect his surroundings, preferring to hurriedly dress and slip away to his own rooms to dress in a casual robe before gathering his compositions and venturing to the gardens to reflect on his most recent activities. He took a momto cto correct last night’s oversight and after gently setting his papers and harp upon a side table, slipped off his house sandals and allowed his gaze to roam. Eyes widening in awe he moved to stand directly in front of a large tapestry hanging on the opposite wall. The edge of the weaving was fraying and one corner was tattered and sported scorch marks that gave testament to it having been close to a fire at one point in time. Although Lindir knew next to nothing about such works he instinctively new that this tapestry was very ancient, older even than the ones displayed in Elronds personal study. This tapestry was similar to the ones hanging in the study in that it also depicted the great events of history. The difference lay in the fact that several events where displayed in this one weaving where as the other tapestries only displayed one event and were hung in order. Lifting one hand he gently, oh so gently, touched the large tree situated ie vee very center of the tapestry, symbolizing of the Life Tree of Valinor. Drawing his hand away he looked over the entire work once more, a half smile gracing his face, before he turned to focus his attention elsewhere, pausing in his perusal of thems ams adornments when his questing gaze locked with that of Elrond, seated beside a small table. He blinked and then blushed as he realized the table was set for two with a light meal, wine, dessert and even candles. It appeared that Elrond was tryio beo be romantic. Smiling shyly he padded quietly towards the table, seating himself across from his Lord, and wished not for the first time that he was more worldly and confident because the continuous view of his lap was becoming dull fast and in all honesty if he kept up with his fidgety hem pulling he would wear out his small selection of robes in a matter of days.

“I noticed that you did not attend the evening meal, so I thought perhaps you might appreciate something to eat.” Elrond kept his voice low, speaking barely above a whisper, and could not help smiling at the resulting blush that stained Lindirs pale cheeks. His lover was proving to be an extremely shy young elf, lacking the overbearing attitude and usual showiness that most elves of the performing arts possessed, which please Elrond greatly. He preferred his intimate companions to be more reserved and soft-spoken as his position as a Lord required a certain amount of discretion and lovers who where brash and loud tended to brag about their conquests. Knowing instinctively that Lindir would be discrete concerning their personal affairs he was becoming more and more determined to establish a lasting relationship with the quiet young minstrel, with Lindirs passionate nature between the sheets being an added bonus. Pushing aside his musings Elrond regarded the form across the table, watching as ightight white teeth bit into a piece of fruit, pink tongue darting out to swipe at the excess juice clinging to a bottom lip, and felt himself stir at the sight. Stifling the sudden urge to seize the minstrels delicate hand as it reached for a piece of bread and drag his unsuspecting lover across the table and into his lap for a thorough ravishing before the other elf had had a chance to finish eating Elrond tucked his hands beneath the table edge and silently ordered himself to be patient. His resolve was further tested as the vision before him nibble at the selected morsel, tearing small pieces away from the chunk of bread while, with the other hand, bringing a goblet of wine to his lips, sipping delicately at the sweet liquid. Shifting slightly Elrond found himself sitting on his hands in order to stop himself from sweeping the table clean and devouring the delectable elven morsel that was his lover as Lindir was devouring his food, unconsciously smacking his lips in anticipation, drawing Lindirs notice.

Halting his movements Lindir glanced up from his plate to regard his Lord. Taking in the predatory gleam of silver-grey eyes Lindir felt his own passion rise in response to the desire rolling off the half-elf. Tempted to lay across the table in a wanton display of need he instead leaned back in his chair, a clear indication that he was finished eating, the green of his eyes locking with that of silver-gray. Bravely continuing to meet the eyes of his lover, fighting a rising blush, Lindir watched as Elrond stood and glided around tabltable only stopping when he reached Lindirs side, the air stirring and wisping past the minstrels face at his movements. A pale hand extended, the pad of amb bmb brushed softly parted lips as agile fingers caressed a flushed cheek before sliding further, into unbound hair to rest at the nape of a slender neck. Placing his other hand on the chair arm Elrond bent further forward, watching as Lindir parted his lips wider in the expectation of a toe curling kiss, but was disappointed when Elrond instead nibbled his jaw lightly before maneuvering Lindirs head to the side in order to teasingly suck on the daintily pointed tip of an ear. A gasp, followed by a soft mewl of pleasure and fervent hands reaching up to clutch at fabric covered shoulders was the reward. Pulling back, letting his teeth graze along the outer ridge of Lindirs ear, Elrond breathed in the scent of cocoanuts that clung to his young lover. Moving his hand from the back of Lindirs head he curled it around the slender waist while tightening his grip on the armrest. With a wrenching motion he shoved the chair sideways and back while simultaneously pulling the chairs occupant into his arms and, rolling backwards, cradling the trembling form against his heated body on the cool tiles, running his hands down Lindirs back until they rested on a round derriere. With a roll of his hips and a vigorous squeeze Elrond soon had Lindir straddling him.

Finding himself seated atop his lover gave Lindir pause for a moment before his lust re-asserted itself and he swooped down to lay claim to the lips he had been craving, rubbing his lower body shamelessly against the one beneath him, encouraged by the deep rumbles of satisfaction drifting up to is ears.

Elrond growled and, flipping Lindir off of him, began to remove his cumbersome clothing, displaying his sexual excitement and impatience in the process.

Watching Elrond tugged impatiently a his robes gave Lindir a sudden boost of self confidence, he may not be proficient with words when attempting to speak to his lover but it was obvious that Elrond wanted him, was in fact very eager to have him. Swallowing he leaned back, resting on his elbows; legs stretched out before him, and watched the half-elf strip.

When Elrond was naked he turned his focus back to Lindir only to realize that the green-eyed beauty had not moved from his position on the floor and had not even undone a single button on his robe. Taking in the tense form and the apprehensive look Elrond began to grow worried. Crawling slowly towards his lover he spoke, “Lindir…?”

“Undress me.”

The whispered command brought Elrond up short and he blinked in surprise. Had his quiet and shy lover just issued him an order? With a twitch of his lips that hinted at a smile Elrond asked for clarification, just to make sure.

“What?”

A quiver accompanied the second request of “Undress me” which was ended on a hesitant, questioning note.

“Mmm… That is what I thought you said.” Resuming his crawling motion towards the sprawled form of his lover Elrond slowed his movements, drawing out the moment as he moved languidly forward until he reached the legs of his lover. Sliding forward he plucked one ankle from the floor, cradling it in his palm. Slipping his hand up a calf to knee and then to thigh he expertly undid the laces of Lindirs leggings and divested the panting elf of one art of of clothing. Flinging the offending cloth over his shoulder Elrond once again ran his hand up the slender leg until he reached the source of Lindirs need. Fondling gently he moved his other hand further up the shivering form to toy with the buttons at the collar of Lindirs robe. Unhurriedly undoing one button at a time he continued to stoke the heated length in his hand, his own arousal twitching eagerly at each gasp, moan and cry that Lindir emitted.

Lindir couldn’t think, his body felt as though it would spark into flames and he would be devoured by the heat that was spreading from the pit of his belly and out. He arched his back helplessly as Elrond flicked a nail along the tip of his erection causing him to leak pre-come. He began to plead in broken gasps and moans for mercy and almost cried in relief as Elrond yanked him up into a sitting position and pulled his rumpled robe over his head. Feeling warm hands clasp his hips Lindir allowed himself to be lifted and maneuvered onto an equally warm lap, sighing as he once again claimed the kiss swollen lips of his lover. The removal of Lindirs light undershirt was a little more difficult as the two elves were more than a little reluctant to stop kissing but eventually Lindir was as bare as his lover and Elrond was able to run his hands up and down the smooth back, alternating from tangling in silky hair to fondling the creamy round buttocks nestled so sweetly in his lap.

Elrond squirmed sideways, making for the table they had recently vacated, which was no easy task considering he had an ardent wiggling elf that was fully aroused and intent on sucking his tongue from between his lips. With a little manipulation he eventually found himself within reach of the table and the remaining food atop it. With one hand firmly holding a butt cheek, his lips locked in yet another passionate kiss, Elrond reached up and, grasping a random item brought it back to him. Growling in annoyance at the useless pepper shaker he thoughtlessly to it it aside and went to reach again, but was waylaid by suddenly having to support himself as Lindir began to enthusiastically grind their bodies together; apparently he liked it when Elrond growled. Giving in for the moment Elrond allowed the younger elf to rub against him, reveling in the feel of their erections making contact, the little panting heaves and the zealous ear sucking that was being bestowed on him. Realizing that if he did not act soon Lindir would cause him to spend and he would no longer be in any condition to bury himself in the tight passage where he desperately wanted to be. Reaching for the table top again he patted around until he was able to grab the first soft, creamy, gooey thing he encountered and once again brought it towards him, having never been more excited about seeing chocolate mousse mushing through his fingers as he was at that moment. Ducking his head he forcibly pushed Lindir back using his forehead and rapidly coated his length with the chocolate mousse as Lindir watched from beneath hooded eyes. Slipping his chocolate covered hand behind his lover he unceremoniously slipped one finger in the tight, puckered opening, some part of his lust addled brain noting that the combined smell of chocolate and coconuts on Lindir was extremely exotic. Pulling out he promptly returned with two fingers and gently stretched and prepared his lover, feeling his own body tremble as Lindir rode his fingers, moaning low in his throat.

“Now, need you…” Elronds sentence was left unfinished as Lindir rose up, off the pleasuring fingers and twisted his body, turning away from Elrond. Placing his hands flat on the floor he rotated his lower body until his back was to his Lord, wriggling backwards until his bottom was once again in Elronds lap, the tip of his erection nudging at is entrance. Dropping his head back onto the half-elfs shoulder, his murmured “take me” was almost lost on the sobbing hitch of his breath.

Needing no encouragement Elrond wrapped an arm around Lindirs waist and with the other hand gripped a thigh and urged the long legs to spread farther apart before sinking into the warm, chocolate slicked passage. Once buried to the hilt Elrond stopped all movement and attempted to distract himself from the pleasurable heat enveloping him by sucking hard at that junction of neck and shoulder, raising a dark bruise on the pale skin. Only when Lindir began to move, impaling himself upon the rigid length buried within his body did Elrond resume his motions, gripping slender hips to the point of bruising and thrusting wildly. Knowing he wouldn’t last long and that he was unable to touch the straining length of Lindirs arousal without upsetting the balance of their bodies, thereby sending them crashing to the floor he turned his head to whisper hoarsely in the pointed ear.

“Touch yourself!” A flick of a tongue to the edge of Lindirs ear was added to the gruff command before Elrond turned to watch as a pale, delicate hand drifted to the erratically bobbing erection. His excitement mounted as he watch Lindir begin to stroke himself, the shallow panting and hitching of breath with “Elrond…” being repeatedly chanted was enough to send him catapulting over the edge with a shrieking wail that included Lindirs name. Fighting the impulse to close his eyes under the force of his orgasm he instead focused on his lover, watching as Lindirs hand tightened and he to came with a howl, clamping his internal muscles around the still hard length within him as his seed spurting and coated his hand, dripping down to land upon the thighs of is lover, where it quickly cooled as Lindir sagged tiredly to lean against the smooth chest behind him.

The two stayed like that for several minutes before Elrond began to feel the strain of the extra weight on his knees. Pushing lightly at the inert form of his lover he slowly untangled himself and flopped inelegantly to the floor, smiling as Lindir followed, snuggling against the lean, warm form as long arms curled around him. The two lovers lay there for quite some time before eventually moving towards the bathing room to clean up the chocolaty mess they had created.

TBC …