Shadows Of The Past
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Chapter 17
Lavinia, thank you so much for the wonderful fb. Hope you enjoy the chapter *wink*
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Title: Shadows of The Past (17/?)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Rape, Non-con, AU
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649, Thanks a bunch! Any other mistakes are of my making.
Summary: Glorfindel uses Erestor as a shield to say no to a suitor and Erestor is tormented by the past.
Timeline: Early TA
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated
Author's note: Okay, I know Greenwood the Great wasn't called Mirkwood until about 1050 TA but in my story it is already called Mirkwood. The twins are around 22 yrs. old which is about 8 human yrs. old and Lindir is around 29 yrs old which is about 10 human yrs. old.
Chapter 17
One week later
Glorfindel peered out of the window at Erestor who stood, wrapped in a blanket, on the porch. Things had been going well between them and Erestor was having fewer bouts of melancholy. Glorfindel knew that a mere week would not heal Erestor from the pains of the past, but each day, the Advisor seemed to have a bit more light in his eyes and a ready smile. One thing that had not changed was Erestor’s reaction to the cold, and in fact, the colder the weather became, the more his meldir (m. friend) felt it. And then this morning had seemed to undo all of Erestor’s progress. Some time in the night, their positions in bed had changed until Glorfindel was lying partially atop Erestor. The Slayer had woken up to a frantic and struggling Erestor who was crying and pleading for him to let him be. Immediately Glorfindel had moved off of him and Erestor had curled up into a ball and wept.
Glorfindel blinked back tears at the memory of seeing his meldir cowering, flinching away from him as he tried to offer comfort. It had taken Erestor a while to finally come out of his nightmare. The look on the Advisor’s face, the guilt and horror that filled those haunted eyes, nearly had undone Glorfindel, who did not realize he was bleeding from a scratch mark on his neck. He tried to convince Erestor that he was not at fault over the injury, but he knew that Erestor was still upset that he caused him harm.
Sighing, Glorfindel went and finished making the tea, hoping that by giving him some space, Erestor would regain his ground at fighting the memories of his past.
Erestor hugged himself tightly, shivering, the cold seeming to seep into him even more than before. He knew that he should be inside, but he just could not bring himself to stay in the cabin at the moment, to look Glorfindel in the eyes. Shadows danced through his mind, tenaciously whispering memories from the past. Waking up and not being able to move caused chaos to fill his thoughts and he had not been aware of what he was doing, only that he needed to be free. It was not until Glorfindel had let him be for a while, that he slowly came back to himself, and saw what he had wrought in his panic. He had hurt Glorfindel, the one elf that would never hurt him. A tear slipped down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away, he was so tired of being cold and frightened.
Erestor tensed when he heard the cabin door open and close, and then Glorfindel came to stand next to him, offering him a mug of hot tea. Taking the mug, not able to look at his meldir, Erestor whispered, “Hannon le (Thank you).”
Glorfindel was careful not to touch Erestor and looked out onto the scenery. “I think it will snow today,” he said quietly.
Erestor took a sip of the tea and nodded, “Yes, I do believe so.”
They stood in silence for a few minutes, neither speaking, Erestor avoiding looking at Glorfindel even though he felt his eyes upon him more than once. Finally Glorfindel said, “I am going to take Asfaloth for a ride before the snow comes. He is getting antsy, just standing in the stable.” When Erestor just nodded, Glorfindel continued, “I shall not be long. Saes (Please) do not stay outside too long, meldir, it is chilly out here.”
Erestor finally looked at Glorfindel and said, “I will not, Fin. Saes be safe.”
Glorfindel gave a small smile and nodded before he went back into the cabin and donned his cloak. Soon he had Asfaloth saddled and Erestor watched them ride away.
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Glorfindel went about the bedchamber, making sure that the fire was built up and that there were extra blankets upon the bed. When he had returned from his ride, Erestor seemed in a better mood, but still was slow to meet his eyes or to even touch him. The Elda felt that it was up to Erestor to make the first move, for he did not want to cause even more damage than he had this morning. Glorfindel thought that since Erestor had yet to seem to want any physical touch from him, he gathered a pillow and blanket, intent on sleeping out in the other chamber. When he turned towards the door, he saw Erestor standing in the doorway, tears pooling in his eyes. Taking a step towards him, he whispered, “Es…”
Erestor spent the day examining his thoughts, thinking of the past, of Gelduron. Memories of them, happy memories, and it filled him with bittersweet joy. Soon his thoughts had turned to Glorfindel, and his soul filled with such a longing to be united with him, but soon doubt entered, and it would not leave. Doubt that he deserved the Slayer’s love, that he would make him happy. How could someone so broken be the one destined for someone such as Glorfindel? That is why he had not approached Glorfindel when he had returned to the cabin. He was unsure that Fin would even want him. That even though he had said as much before, was he just being kind? Helping a meldir in need? It is not in Glorfindel to refuse someone that needed help.
Glorfindel watched a myriad of emotions sift through those tearful chocolate eyes, the doubt. Shaking his head, he sighed, “Do you not trust me, Erestor?”
Erestor frowned, “Yes, I trust you.”
“Then why do you doubt my words? Do you think I would lie to you?” Glorfindel questioned, disappointed.
That was when Erestor saw the pain in those cerulean orbs and guilt washed over him. “I am truly selfish, am I not?” he whispered as he lowered his eyes to the floor. He had thought only of himself, never seeing the hurt that he was causing his meldir with his distance. That doubting his love was the same thing as not trusting him.
Glorfindel was in front of Erestor in a heartbeat and placed a finger underneath his chin, slowly lifted Erestor’s face. Looking deeply into his meldir’s eyes, he said, “Erestor, you are one of the most unselfish ellyn (m. pl. elf) that I know. I will repeat what I have said before, what happened to you was not your fault. When I say that there is nowhere I would rather be, then I mean it. I do not know when I fell in love with you, but I did. I do love you and if I have to wait forever for you, than I will. That is my choice. You are my choice. I want no other.”
Tears fell as Erestor buried his face in Glorfindel’s chest, his words washing over his faer (soul) like a balm. Why he ever doubted Glorfindel, he did not know. It was as simple as Fin had said. He trusted him completely. There was no room for doubt. In a shuddering breath, he whispered, “Hold me, saes. Do not leave me tonight.”
“Never,” Glorfindel said, then gathered Erestor in arms and carried him to the bed. Placing him underneath the covers, the Elda doused the candles and then crawled into bed next to the still weeping ellon (m. elf), who immediately rolled into his embrace. Glorfindel held Erestor, softly rubbing his back, whispering quietly, “Shhh, Es, it will be all right. We will make it through this together. If you trust me then there is nothing you have to fear. I have caught you and will never let you fall again.”
Erestor tightened his hold around Glorfindel’s neck and cried himself to sleep, his dreams filled with a golden light that warmed his entire being.
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Four weeks later
Erestor snuggled deeper under the covers, trying desperately to get warm. The past month had wrought many changes to the Advisor and all for the good except he still could not stay warm. Erestor felt his mind mending, his faer healing, more and more reaching out to Glorfindel’s. A smile came to Erestor’s lips as he thought about his meldir, at how close they have gotten. The memory of their first heated kiss came to his mind and he sighed, his body stirring to life.
They had been preparing the evening meal, playfully bantering back and forth, when Erestor poked Glorfindel in the ribs, and in turn, the Slayer started tickling him. Amidst the groping and laughing, Glorfindel kissed him. Immediately the Elda had stepped back and apologized. Before Erestor knew what he was doing, he pulled Glorfindel to him and started devouring his lips. They clung to one another, lips and tongues dancing together until they were out of breath. They broke apart, chests heaving, and stared at each other as they tried to regain their breaths. They had shared many more kisses after that one, but Glorfindel was careful not to push Erestor for more than he wanted to give.
Erestor drew in a shuddering breath as desire snaked its way through his body. He did not know if he was ready yet to take the ultimate step of expressing their love, but he needed more than the kisses that they had shared thus far.
Hearing the bathing chamber door open, Erestor sat up and watched Glorfindel walk into the bedroom. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes roamed the Slayer’s golden chest. The Advisor unconsciously licked his lips when he saw the bulge that was slowly growing in Glorfindel’s sleeping pants.
Glorfindel’s body tensed as he watched Erestor watch him, seeing the desire clearly in the ellon’s (m. elf’s) eyes. These last couple of weeks had been pure torture for the Slayer, having to keep himself from making any forward advances towards Erestor. Many a time he had brought himself to completion while taking his nightly bath, hoping that it would help, but it did not dampen his ardor for the pen vain (beautiful one) that stared at him now with such open passion written on his face. Not daring to hope that Erestor was ready for that most intimate of touches, he nonetheless walked to the foot of the bed and questioned, “Erestor?”
Erestor heard the need in Glorfindel’s voice and it matched his own. Rising to kneel upon the bed, Erestor said breathlessly, “Fin, come here.” When the Slayer came to stand before him, Erestor put his hand on the back of Glorfindel’s neck and pulled him forward, capturing his mouth. When he ran his tongue over the seam of Glorfindel’s lips, he was granted entrance, and they both moaned as they tasted each other. Soon they were fighting for dominance over the kiss and before Glorfindel knew how he got there, he found himself lying on his back, Erestor caressing his nipples with his mouth and fingers.
Erestor kissed his way back up to the Elda’s lips, playfully nipping his bottom lip before whispering, “Fin, meleth (love), I want to taste you.”
Glorfindel pushed Erestor up so he could look deeply into those dark eyes that filled his dreams, seeing no fear in them. Still, he needed to ask, “Are you sure, Es?”
Erestor closed his eyes briefly as Glorfindel cupped his face then he opened them and said with surety, “I cannot give you myself yet but I want to please you. I want to see you come undone from my touch.”
Glorfindel growled as he brought Erestor’s lips to his for a demanding kiss before letting him go. “Do with me what you will,” he ground out.
Erestor make short work of discarding Glorfindel’s sleeping pants, baring him to his heated gaze. Plying wet kisses down the Elda’s chest to his stomach, Erestor dipped his tongue into his navel, eliciting a hiss. He smiled as he nipped Glorfindel’s hip, causing him to squirm. “Ah, I think I have found a ticklish spot,” Erestor chuckled before lapping greedily at the tip of Glorfindel’s erection. It did not take long for him to bring the Slayer to a feverish pitch. For Glorfindel’s part, he was desperately trying to hold onto some type of control so he did not thrust into Erestor’s mouth, letting him set the pace. Erestor would have none of it, so taking the Elda deep into his throat, he hummed, causing Glorfindel’s hips to come up off the bed. A few more downward strokes and Erestor had Glorfindel out of control and falling over the edge, milking him of his seed.
Glorfindel was vaguely aware of Erestor licking him clean before crawling up his body to kiss him. When he came back to his senses, Glorfindel rose up onto his elbow and looked down upon Erestor, seeing how his body was still flush with unspent desire. “I want to see you, touch you,” he whispered as he gently ran his hand down Erestor’s chest to rest upon his arousal.
Erestor nodded a bit nervously as he let Glorfindel help him to undress. When his clothing was tossed to the foot of the bed, Erestor furrowed his brow when Glorfindel maneuvered them so he was straddling the Slayer’s chest.
Glorfindel gently rubbed Erestor’s thighs in hopes to calm him. He knew that this was a big step for him, to let someone touch him like this. “Es, I know how you do not like to be held down in anyway. I want to taste you, to give you pleasure as you did me, but I do not want you to feel fear. This way, you have complete control, at any time you just say so and we will stop,” Glorfindel said as he softly moved his hands up to caress Erestor’s hips.
Erestor’s breath hitched in his throat at the love he saw in Glorfindel’s eyes and heard in his voice as well. He willed his body to relax as he nodded yes. When Glorfindel smiled up at him before pulling him slightly forward, Erestor’s eyes widened as he was taken into the Slayer’s hot mouth. The intensity of the feelings that were coursing through him had Erestor gripping the headboard desperately. The heat of Glorfindel’s mouth upon him and the feel of his hands caressing his thighs and chest were sending shockwaves of desire throughout his body.
Glorfindel growled as he tasted Erestor, feeling his body tremble as pleasure washed over him. He brought his hands to Erestor’s hips and pulled him closer to him so he could take all that he could of his melethron (m. lover) into his throat. Glorfindel alternated from swallowing and humming every couple of stroke and he soon had Erestor thrusting in wild abandon. It did not take long to draw forth Erestor’s orgasm, and he caught his meleth as he slumped to the side, totally spent.
For the first time in such a long time, Erestor felt warmth permeate his body, and he sighed as Glorfindel pulled him to his side. He tried to form words but found that he simply had no strength left, and quickly he fell to sleep.
Glorfindel smiled as he felt Erestor’s body relax and heard his deep, even breathing. Pulling the covers over the both of them, Glorfindel kissed the top of Erestor’s head before he drifted off to sleep himself.
TBC
Memoretrail, thank you for the great fb!
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Title: Shadows of The Past (17/?)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Rape, Non-con, AU
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649, Thanks a bunch! Any other mistakes are of my making.
Summary: Glorfindel uses Erestor as a shield to say no to a suitor and Erestor is tormented by the past.
Timeline: Early TA
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated
Author's note: Okay, I know Greenwood the Great wasn't called Mirkwood until about 1050 TA but in my story it is already called Mirkwood. The twins are around 22 yrs. old which is about 8 human yrs. old and Lindir is around 29 yrs old which is about 10 human yrs. old.
Chapter 17
One week later
Glorfindel peered out of the window at Erestor who stood, wrapped in a blanket, on the porch. Things had been going well between them and Erestor was having fewer bouts of melancholy. Glorfindel knew that a mere week would not heal Erestor from the pains of the past, but each day, the Advisor seemed to have a bit more light in his eyes and a ready smile. One thing that had not changed was Erestor’s reaction to the cold, and in fact, the colder the weather became, the more his meldir (m. friend) felt it. And then this morning had seemed to undo all of Erestor’s progress. Some time in the night, their positions in bed had changed until Glorfindel was lying partially atop Erestor. The Slayer had woken up to a frantic and struggling Erestor who was crying and pleading for him to let him be. Immediately Glorfindel had moved off of him and Erestor had curled up into a ball and wept.
Glorfindel blinked back tears at the memory of seeing his meldir cowering, flinching away from him as he tried to offer comfort. It had taken Erestor a while to finally come out of his nightmare. The look on the Advisor’s face, the guilt and horror that filled those haunted eyes, nearly had undone Glorfindel, who did not realize he was bleeding from a scratch mark on his neck. He tried to convince Erestor that he was not at fault over the injury, but he knew that Erestor was still upset that he caused him harm.
Sighing, Glorfindel went and finished making the tea, hoping that by giving him some space, Erestor would regain his ground at fighting the memories of his past.
Erestor hugged himself tightly, shivering, the cold seeming to seep into him even more than before. He knew that he should be inside, but he just could not bring himself to stay in the cabin at the moment, to look Glorfindel in the eyes. Shadows danced through his mind, tenaciously whispering memories from the past. Waking up and not being able to move caused chaos to fill his thoughts and he had not been aware of what he was doing, only that he needed to be free. It was not until Glorfindel had let him be for a while, that he slowly came back to himself, and saw what he had wrought in his panic. He had hurt Glorfindel, the one elf that would never hurt him. A tear slipped down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away, he was so tired of being cold and frightened.
Erestor tensed when he heard the cabin door open and close, and then Glorfindel came to stand next to him, offering him a mug of hot tea. Taking the mug, not able to look at his meldir, Erestor whispered, “Hannon le (Thank you).”
Glorfindel was careful not to touch Erestor and looked out onto the scenery. “I think it will snow today,” he said quietly.
Erestor took a sip of the tea and nodded, “Yes, I do believe so.”
They stood in silence for a few minutes, neither speaking, Erestor avoiding looking at Glorfindel even though he felt his eyes upon him more than once. Finally Glorfindel said, “I am going to take Asfaloth for a ride before the snow comes. He is getting antsy, just standing in the stable.” When Erestor just nodded, Glorfindel continued, “I shall not be long. Saes (Please) do not stay outside too long, meldir, it is chilly out here.”
Erestor finally looked at Glorfindel and said, “I will not, Fin. Saes be safe.”
Glorfindel gave a small smile and nodded before he went back into the cabin and donned his cloak. Soon he had Asfaloth saddled and Erestor watched them ride away.
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Glorfindel went about the bedchamber, making sure that the fire was built up and that there were extra blankets upon the bed. When he had returned from his ride, Erestor seemed in a better mood, but still was slow to meet his eyes or to even touch him. The Elda felt that it was up to Erestor to make the first move, for he did not want to cause even more damage than he had this morning. Glorfindel thought that since Erestor had yet to seem to want any physical touch from him, he gathered a pillow and blanket, intent on sleeping out in the other chamber. When he turned towards the door, he saw Erestor standing in the doorway, tears pooling in his eyes. Taking a step towards him, he whispered, “Es…”
Erestor spent the day examining his thoughts, thinking of the past, of Gelduron. Memories of them, happy memories, and it filled him with bittersweet joy. Soon his thoughts had turned to Glorfindel, and his soul filled with such a longing to be united with him, but soon doubt entered, and it would not leave. Doubt that he deserved the Slayer’s love, that he would make him happy. How could someone so broken be the one destined for someone such as Glorfindel? That is why he had not approached Glorfindel when he had returned to the cabin. He was unsure that Fin would even want him. That even though he had said as much before, was he just being kind? Helping a meldir in need? It is not in Glorfindel to refuse someone that needed help.
Glorfindel watched a myriad of emotions sift through those tearful chocolate eyes, the doubt. Shaking his head, he sighed, “Do you not trust me, Erestor?”
Erestor frowned, “Yes, I trust you.”
“Then why do you doubt my words? Do you think I would lie to you?” Glorfindel questioned, disappointed.
That was when Erestor saw the pain in those cerulean orbs and guilt washed over him. “I am truly selfish, am I not?” he whispered as he lowered his eyes to the floor. He had thought only of himself, never seeing the hurt that he was causing his meldir with his distance. That doubting his love was the same thing as not trusting him.
Glorfindel was in front of Erestor in a heartbeat and placed a finger underneath his chin, slowly lifted Erestor’s face. Looking deeply into his meldir’s eyes, he said, “Erestor, you are one of the most unselfish ellyn (m. pl. elf) that I know. I will repeat what I have said before, what happened to you was not your fault. When I say that there is nowhere I would rather be, then I mean it. I do not know when I fell in love with you, but I did. I do love you and if I have to wait forever for you, than I will. That is my choice. You are my choice. I want no other.”
Tears fell as Erestor buried his face in Glorfindel’s chest, his words washing over his faer (soul) like a balm. Why he ever doubted Glorfindel, he did not know. It was as simple as Fin had said. He trusted him completely. There was no room for doubt. In a shuddering breath, he whispered, “Hold me, saes. Do not leave me tonight.”
“Never,” Glorfindel said, then gathered Erestor in arms and carried him to the bed. Placing him underneath the covers, the Elda doused the candles and then crawled into bed next to the still weeping ellon (m. elf), who immediately rolled into his embrace. Glorfindel held Erestor, softly rubbing his back, whispering quietly, “Shhh, Es, it will be all right. We will make it through this together. If you trust me then there is nothing you have to fear. I have caught you and will never let you fall again.”
Erestor tightened his hold around Glorfindel’s neck and cried himself to sleep, his dreams filled with a golden light that warmed his entire being.
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Four weeks later
Erestor snuggled deeper under the covers, trying desperately to get warm. The past month had wrought many changes to the Advisor and all for the good except he still could not stay warm. Erestor felt his mind mending, his faer healing, more and more reaching out to Glorfindel’s. A smile came to Erestor’s lips as he thought about his meldir, at how close they have gotten. The memory of their first heated kiss came to his mind and he sighed, his body stirring to life.
They had been preparing the evening meal, playfully bantering back and forth, when Erestor poked Glorfindel in the ribs, and in turn, the Slayer started tickling him. Amidst the groping and laughing, Glorfindel kissed him. Immediately the Elda had stepped back and apologized. Before Erestor knew what he was doing, he pulled Glorfindel to him and started devouring his lips. They clung to one another, lips and tongues dancing together until they were out of breath. They broke apart, chests heaving, and stared at each other as they tried to regain their breaths. They had shared many more kisses after that one, but Glorfindel was careful not to push Erestor for more than he wanted to give.
Erestor drew in a shuddering breath as desire snaked its way through his body. He did not know if he was ready yet to take the ultimate step of expressing their love, but he needed more than the kisses that they had shared thus far.
Hearing the bathing chamber door open, Erestor sat up and watched Glorfindel walk into the bedroom. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes roamed the Slayer’s golden chest. The Advisor unconsciously licked his lips when he saw the bulge that was slowly growing in Glorfindel’s sleeping pants.
Glorfindel’s body tensed as he watched Erestor watch him, seeing the desire clearly in the ellon’s (m. elf’s) eyes. These last couple of weeks had been pure torture for the Slayer, having to keep himself from making any forward advances towards Erestor. Many a time he had brought himself to completion while taking his nightly bath, hoping that it would help, but it did not dampen his ardor for the pen vain (beautiful one) that stared at him now with such open passion written on his face. Not daring to hope that Erestor was ready for that most intimate of touches, he nonetheless walked to the foot of the bed and questioned, “Erestor?”
Erestor heard the need in Glorfindel’s voice and it matched his own. Rising to kneel upon the bed, Erestor said breathlessly, “Fin, come here.” When the Slayer came to stand before him, Erestor put his hand on the back of Glorfindel’s neck and pulled him forward, capturing his mouth. When he ran his tongue over the seam of Glorfindel’s lips, he was granted entrance, and they both moaned as they tasted each other. Soon they were fighting for dominance over the kiss and before Glorfindel knew how he got there, he found himself lying on his back, Erestor caressing his nipples with his mouth and fingers.
Erestor kissed his way back up to the Elda’s lips, playfully nipping his bottom lip before whispering, “Fin, meleth (love), I want to taste you.”
Glorfindel pushed Erestor up so he could look deeply into those dark eyes that filled his dreams, seeing no fear in them. Still, he needed to ask, “Are you sure, Es?”
Erestor closed his eyes briefly as Glorfindel cupped his face then he opened them and said with surety, “I cannot give you myself yet but I want to please you. I want to see you come undone from my touch.”
Glorfindel growled as he brought Erestor’s lips to his for a demanding kiss before letting him go. “Do with me what you will,” he ground out.
Erestor make short work of discarding Glorfindel’s sleeping pants, baring him to his heated gaze. Plying wet kisses down the Elda’s chest to his stomach, Erestor dipped his tongue into his navel, eliciting a hiss. He smiled as he nipped Glorfindel’s hip, causing him to squirm. “Ah, I think I have found a ticklish spot,” Erestor chuckled before lapping greedily at the tip of Glorfindel’s erection. It did not take long for him to bring the Slayer to a feverish pitch. For Glorfindel’s part, he was desperately trying to hold onto some type of control so he did not thrust into Erestor’s mouth, letting him set the pace. Erestor would have none of it, so taking the Elda deep into his throat, he hummed, causing Glorfindel’s hips to come up off the bed. A few more downward strokes and Erestor had Glorfindel out of control and falling over the edge, milking him of his seed.
Glorfindel was vaguely aware of Erestor licking him clean before crawling up his body to kiss him. When he came back to his senses, Glorfindel rose up onto his elbow and looked down upon Erestor, seeing how his body was still flush with unspent desire. “I want to see you, touch you,” he whispered as he gently ran his hand down Erestor’s chest to rest upon his arousal.
Erestor nodded a bit nervously as he let Glorfindel help him to undress. When his clothing was tossed to the foot of the bed, Erestor furrowed his brow when Glorfindel maneuvered them so he was straddling the Slayer’s chest.
Glorfindel gently rubbed Erestor’s thighs in hopes to calm him. He knew that this was a big step for him, to let someone touch him like this. “Es, I know how you do not like to be held down in anyway. I want to taste you, to give you pleasure as you did me, but I do not want you to feel fear. This way, you have complete control, at any time you just say so and we will stop,” Glorfindel said as he softly moved his hands up to caress Erestor’s hips.
Erestor’s breath hitched in his throat at the love he saw in Glorfindel’s eyes and heard in his voice as well. He willed his body to relax as he nodded yes. When Glorfindel smiled up at him before pulling him slightly forward, Erestor’s eyes widened as he was taken into the Slayer’s hot mouth. The intensity of the feelings that were coursing through him had Erestor gripping the headboard desperately. The heat of Glorfindel’s mouth upon him and the feel of his hands caressing his thighs and chest were sending shockwaves of desire throughout his body.
Glorfindel growled as he tasted Erestor, feeling his body tremble as pleasure washed over him. He brought his hands to Erestor’s hips and pulled him closer to him so he could take all that he could of his melethron (m. lover) into his throat. Glorfindel alternated from swallowing and humming every couple of stroke and he soon had Erestor thrusting in wild abandon. It did not take long to draw forth Erestor’s orgasm, and he caught his meleth as he slumped to the side, totally spent.
For the first time in such a long time, Erestor felt warmth permeate his body, and he sighed as Glorfindel pulled him to his side. He tried to form words but found that he simply had no strength left, and quickly he fell to sleep.
Glorfindel smiled as he felt Erestor’s body relax and heard his deep, even breathing. Pulling the covers over the both of them, Glorfindel kissed the top of Erestor’s head before he drifted off to sleep himself.
TBC