Reading Between the Lines
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Chapter 18
Title: Reading Between the Lines (18/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orophin/Erestor, Glorfindel/Lindir
Warnings: AU, anal, oral, rimming, sarcasm, bad pick up lines, suggested het
Disclaimer: If they were mine I would be rich. Seeing as I am broke, they are obviously not mine. But good lord do they make dreams worth while!
Summary: Orophin's first visit to Imladris is fairly uneventful and boring until he stumbles upon a certain black haired advisor in the library. Now his goal is to win Erestor's heart before he heads home again.
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Orophin sat in the chair quietly reading, although none of the words made sense. His brain was swirling with the sounds of water and Erestor humming to himself from the next room. His attempts to join his love in the bath had been thwarted, so he gave up reluctantly and tried to read instead. But each sentence was a jumble on nonsensical words.
Hearing Erestor step out of the water, Orophin leaned back in the chair trying to catch a glimpse of him before he covered up. Straining backwards without much luck, he released a surprised yelp as the chair’s legs slid out and he tumbled backwards onto the floor.
“Orophin? Are you alright? What happened?”
Orophin jumped to his feet and rushed to right the chair, grabbing his book from the floor. “I am fine! I just… um… I stood up to stretch and knocked the chair over!” He flopped into the seat and quickly crossed his legs, opening the book and pretending to read again.
Erestor walked out into the main room, his black robe loosely covering him as he dried his hair. He smiled to himself as he watched Orophin fail horribly at his attempts to regain his composer. “Dropped the chair, I see.”
“Yes. I must watch how I stand up!” He let out a nervous chuckle.
Erestor tossed the towel back behind him and walked over to Orophin. Taking the book from his hand, he laid it on the table next to him and straddled his thighs. “Or we will have to see to keeping you in this chair.”
Looking up at the still slightly wet and beautifully disheveled elf seated upon his lap, Orophin blushed several shades of maroon as he played with the loose ties on Erestor’s robes. “Why always black, Erestor?”
“Why not? What would you have me wear instead?”
“Oh, I have a choice, do I?”
“Within reason.”
“Well, if left up to me, you would own no clothing at all.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. Of course. Beauty such as this should never be covered up.” He lightly pulled the ties of the robe away and slid his hands under the remaining cloth. Erestor’s skin felt cool to the touch, sending shivers up his arms.
“I am not sure Lord Elrond would approve of me walking around Imladris naked.”
“Who are you kidding? He would love it!”
Erestor laughed at the comment as he brought his hands up to tangle in the silver locks of his love. Orophin closed his eyes, taking in the sound of Erestor’s laugh and the touch of his hands. Opening his eyes a moment later, he reached up to take Erestor’s hands. “You have these in the wrong place, my love.”
“You do not like taking things slow, do you?”
“Not when my own body is threatening to rip my clothes off.”
“I would like to see that!”
“I would much rather YOU ripped my clothes off.”
“That could be arranged.”
“Arrange it!”
Erestor lightly glided his hands down Orophin’s chest, savoring the feel of his tunic, before taking hold of the ties. Orophin’s eyebrows rose. “You call that ripping my clothes off?”
“You want me to ruin such a nice tunic?”
“Small price to pay.”
Erestor grinned menacingly at him before gripping the sides of the opening of his shirt. With one swift move, the tunic tore open exposing Orophin’s chest. The smaller elf leaned down and buried his face in Orophin’s hair as he began to work magic on his neck.
“Aye! That is more like it!” Sliding his hands further down Erestor’s back, Orophin gripped his backside firmly, pushing the smaller elf’s body closer to his own. Taking his chance, Erestor nipped lightly as his neck, smiling at the hiss this drew out.
Releasing his neck from his erotic torture, Erestor sat back, letting Orophin hold him in place. He moved his hands down his chest again, resting them above Orophin’s pants. He loosened the ties there as well before replaying the tearing once again. Erestor chuckled as his lover’s hips thrust upward at the sudden intrusion.
Feeling Erestor push back on his hands, Orophin released his backside and watched as the small elf slid down off his lap and onto the ground before him. He allowed his love to push his legs apart and closed his eyes as he felt his small frame squeeze between them. His body surged with instant pleasure as he felt the warmth of Erestor’s mouth engulf him.
Orophin weaved his fingers through Erestor’s hair as he watched him kneeling before him, their eyes locked on each other as Erestor continued to pleasure him. Each movement of his mouth and hand seemed to go in slow motion. Realizing Erestor was busy pleasuring himself as he did this only made Orophin more excited.
Feeling as though he would erupt at any moment, Orophin pushed his hand under Erestor’s chin and lightly encouraged him to stop. He did so, quickly sliding out from between his legs and taking his place in Orophin’s lap once again. “I hope we don’t knock the chair over this time!” he breathed.
Erestor took the bottle of oil from the table and poured some into his hand. The smell of lavender and clove filled the air as he began coating Orophin’s elfhood with it. Trying to keep his hands steady, Orophin took the bottle and poured out his own helping before pressing a finger into Erestor’s body. He savored the moan that escaped his love as he coated his insides, Erestor’s grip on his member slightly tightening as he did so.
When he was satisfied that the small elf’s body was ready, he took his fingers from him. Without any coaxing, Erestor impaled himself on his love, rocking into his erection while gripping his hair. Orophin stroked Erestor’s erection in time with the small, involuntary thrusts of his own hips.
With little warning, Orophin felt pleasure tear at his entire body as he filled his lover with his seed. Stroking faster as his own orgasm tore him apart, he soon heard Erestor cry out his name before feeling the warm fluid trickle down his body.
Relaxing into each other, they sighed in unison. Erestor continued to straddle Orophin, leaning in to rest his head on his shoulder.
They both yelped in surprise as the chair gave out, tossing them both backwards onto the floor.
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Melpomaen took his usual spot under the tree in the garden. Exhaustion had swept his body fairly early in the day, but he was unable to sleep a wink. And he was unsure why. He was unaccustomed to taking naps, and figured this may be the cause.
Resting his back against the tree, he took his book out and opened to the last page he had been on. He breathed in deep and began to read quietly to himself. He hoped it would induce some sleepiness, and did not mind sleeping against the large tree.
He ignored the quiet footsteps he heard approaching through the grass. He decided that if he pretended he had not heard, maybe the source of the steps would leave him alone.
“Melpomaen?”
His eyes widened at the sound of the voice calling his name. Drawing his eyes up slightly, he took in the sight of a light blue dress bottom brushing the grass before him. Slowly looking up, he swallowed hard as his eyes locked with those of Alatariel.
“Are you busy?”
“N-no! Of course not!” He began to stand up, only to stop when he noticed her sit down across from him. “Is there something I can do for you?”
“Well. Actually, I wanted to apologize.” Alatariel smiled at him before continuing. “I was a fool to listen to gossip.”
“What?”
“I heard what you did today, for Erestor, I mean. I have heard so many things about you, Erestor, and Glorfindel that I did not know what to think! But I should have listened to what I had seen in you, not what others had to say. And for that, I apologize. I fear I have made a grave mistake.”
Melpomaen tried to keep his composer as he listened to the sweet song of her voice and watched her brown hair catch the wind. Sunlight seemed to look for those locks to dance in.
“Are you alright, Melpomaen?”
“Oh! Yes, I am fine. Your apology is accepted.”
“I do want to make it up to you.”
“You do?”
“I would like to try. Lord Elrond is having a party of sorts for his sons’ begetting day. Are you going?”
“Why, yes, of course. Are you?”
“Yes, I am. I was wondering if you would agree to take me.”
“Me? Take you? I… yes! Of course! I would love to!”
Alatariel laughed as she watched his face flush. “Alright then.”
Kneeling in the grass before him, she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. “I do hope you are willing to forgive me fully and give me another chance.”
“It would be my pleasure!”
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TBC…
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orophin/Erestor, Glorfindel/Lindir
Warnings: AU, anal, oral, rimming, sarcasm, bad pick up lines, suggested het
Disclaimer: If they were mine I would be rich. Seeing as I am broke, they are obviously not mine. But good lord do they make dreams worth while!
Summary: Orophin's first visit to Imladris is fairly uneventful and boring until he stumbles upon a certain black haired advisor in the library. Now his goal is to win Erestor's heart before he heads home again.
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Orophin sat in the chair quietly reading, although none of the words made sense. His brain was swirling with the sounds of water and Erestor humming to himself from the next room. His attempts to join his love in the bath had been thwarted, so he gave up reluctantly and tried to read instead. But each sentence was a jumble on nonsensical words.
Hearing Erestor step out of the water, Orophin leaned back in the chair trying to catch a glimpse of him before he covered up. Straining backwards without much luck, he released a surprised yelp as the chair’s legs slid out and he tumbled backwards onto the floor.
“Orophin? Are you alright? What happened?”
Orophin jumped to his feet and rushed to right the chair, grabbing his book from the floor. “I am fine! I just… um… I stood up to stretch and knocked the chair over!” He flopped into the seat and quickly crossed his legs, opening the book and pretending to read again.
Erestor walked out into the main room, his black robe loosely covering him as he dried his hair. He smiled to himself as he watched Orophin fail horribly at his attempts to regain his composer. “Dropped the chair, I see.”
“Yes. I must watch how I stand up!” He let out a nervous chuckle.
Erestor tossed the towel back behind him and walked over to Orophin. Taking the book from his hand, he laid it on the table next to him and straddled his thighs. “Or we will have to see to keeping you in this chair.”
Looking up at the still slightly wet and beautifully disheveled elf seated upon his lap, Orophin blushed several shades of maroon as he played with the loose ties on Erestor’s robes. “Why always black, Erestor?”
“Why not? What would you have me wear instead?”
“Oh, I have a choice, do I?”
“Within reason.”
“Well, if left up to me, you would own no clothing at all.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. Of course. Beauty such as this should never be covered up.” He lightly pulled the ties of the robe away and slid his hands under the remaining cloth. Erestor’s skin felt cool to the touch, sending shivers up his arms.
“I am not sure Lord Elrond would approve of me walking around Imladris naked.”
“Who are you kidding? He would love it!”
Erestor laughed at the comment as he brought his hands up to tangle in the silver locks of his love. Orophin closed his eyes, taking in the sound of Erestor’s laugh and the touch of his hands. Opening his eyes a moment later, he reached up to take Erestor’s hands. “You have these in the wrong place, my love.”
“You do not like taking things slow, do you?”
“Not when my own body is threatening to rip my clothes off.”
“I would like to see that!”
“I would much rather YOU ripped my clothes off.”
“That could be arranged.”
“Arrange it!”
Erestor lightly glided his hands down Orophin’s chest, savoring the feel of his tunic, before taking hold of the ties. Orophin’s eyebrows rose. “You call that ripping my clothes off?”
“You want me to ruin such a nice tunic?”
“Small price to pay.”
Erestor grinned menacingly at him before gripping the sides of the opening of his shirt. With one swift move, the tunic tore open exposing Orophin’s chest. The smaller elf leaned down and buried his face in Orophin’s hair as he began to work magic on his neck.
“Aye! That is more like it!” Sliding his hands further down Erestor’s back, Orophin gripped his backside firmly, pushing the smaller elf’s body closer to his own. Taking his chance, Erestor nipped lightly as his neck, smiling at the hiss this drew out.
Releasing his neck from his erotic torture, Erestor sat back, letting Orophin hold him in place. He moved his hands down his chest again, resting them above Orophin’s pants. He loosened the ties there as well before replaying the tearing once again. Erestor chuckled as his lover’s hips thrust upward at the sudden intrusion.
Feeling Erestor push back on his hands, Orophin released his backside and watched as the small elf slid down off his lap and onto the ground before him. He allowed his love to push his legs apart and closed his eyes as he felt his small frame squeeze between them. His body surged with instant pleasure as he felt the warmth of Erestor’s mouth engulf him.
Orophin weaved his fingers through Erestor’s hair as he watched him kneeling before him, their eyes locked on each other as Erestor continued to pleasure him. Each movement of his mouth and hand seemed to go in slow motion. Realizing Erestor was busy pleasuring himself as he did this only made Orophin more excited.
Feeling as though he would erupt at any moment, Orophin pushed his hand under Erestor’s chin and lightly encouraged him to stop. He did so, quickly sliding out from between his legs and taking his place in Orophin’s lap once again. “I hope we don’t knock the chair over this time!” he breathed.
Erestor took the bottle of oil from the table and poured some into his hand. The smell of lavender and clove filled the air as he began coating Orophin’s elfhood with it. Trying to keep his hands steady, Orophin took the bottle and poured out his own helping before pressing a finger into Erestor’s body. He savored the moan that escaped his love as he coated his insides, Erestor’s grip on his member slightly tightening as he did so.
When he was satisfied that the small elf’s body was ready, he took his fingers from him. Without any coaxing, Erestor impaled himself on his love, rocking into his erection while gripping his hair. Orophin stroked Erestor’s erection in time with the small, involuntary thrusts of his own hips.
With little warning, Orophin felt pleasure tear at his entire body as he filled his lover with his seed. Stroking faster as his own orgasm tore him apart, he soon heard Erestor cry out his name before feeling the warm fluid trickle down his body.
Relaxing into each other, they sighed in unison. Erestor continued to straddle Orophin, leaning in to rest his head on his shoulder.
They both yelped in surprise as the chair gave out, tossing them both backwards onto the floor.
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Melpomaen took his usual spot under the tree in the garden. Exhaustion had swept his body fairly early in the day, but he was unable to sleep a wink. And he was unsure why. He was unaccustomed to taking naps, and figured this may be the cause.
Resting his back against the tree, he took his book out and opened to the last page he had been on. He breathed in deep and began to read quietly to himself. He hoped it would induce some sleepiness, and did not mind sleeping against the large tree.
He ignored the quiet footsteps he heard approaching through the grass. He decided that if he pretended he had not heard, maybe the source of the steps would leave him alone.
“Melpomaen?”
His eyes widened at the sound of the voice calling his name. Drawing his eyes up slightly, he took in the sight of a light blue dress bottom brushing the grass before him. Slowly looking up, he swallowed hard as his eyes locked with those of Alatariel.
“Are you busy?”
“N-no! Of course not!” He began to stand up, only to stop when he noticed her sit down across from him. “Is there something I can do for you?”
“Well. Actually, I wanted to apologize.” Alatariel smiled at him before continuing. “I was a fool to listen to gossip.”
“What?”
“I heard what you did today, for Erestor, I mean. I have heard so many things about you, Erestor, and Glorfindel that I did not know what to think! But I should have listened to what I had seen in you, not what others had to say. And for that, I apologize. I fear I have made a grave mistake.”
Melpomaen tried to keep his composer as he listened to the sweet song of her voice and watched her brown hair catch the wind. Sunlight seemed to look for those locks to dance in.
“Are you alright, Melpomaen?”
“Oh! Yes, I am fine. Your apology is accepted.”
“I do want to make it up to you.”
“You do?”
“I would like to try. Lord Elrond is having a party of sorts for his sons’ begetting day. Are you going?”
“Why, yes, of course. Are you?”
“Yes, I am. I was wondering if you would agree to take me.”
“Me? Take you? I… yes! Of course! I would love to!”
Alatariel laughed as she watched his face flush. “Alright then.”
Kneeling in the grass before him, she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. “I do hope you are willing to forgive me fully and give me another chance.”
“It would be my pleasure!”
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TBC…