Isolation

Part 20…

With nimble fingers the ties of Erestors tunic came undone and with a little urging from Glorfindel his arms were raised and the tunic was discarded to float slowly to the ground, settling at their feet in a cloud of fabric. Hands, cooled by the evening air, stroked the heated chest, fingers tickling stomach and sides before another set of arms where raised and another tunic floated to the ground.

Bare chested Erestor leaned forward, curling one arm around a lean waist and slipping one foot between Glorfindels two he twisted, pivoting around until their positions where reversed. Dipping his head he lavished one pebble nipple with his tongue, tenderly biting the hardened nub with his teeth before with one more quick suck and flick of his tongue he stretched back up to ravish the tempting mouth that was hanging open, emitting gaspy little moans and whimpers.

Warm hands squirmed down the back of Erestors leggings, grabbing the two round globes and pulling the lower half of his body forwards. Tongues dueled as hips ground together. Clamping down on his lust momentarily Glorfindel pushed the sensual, half-naked advisor away, not wanting to take… or be taken, up against a tree for their first time together. Intertwining their fingers he drew the heavily breathing elf away from the tree and towards the center of the clearing, only to blink in surprise as Erestor jerked his hand free and darted back to the tree. Well… if he was that insistent on tree sex Glorfindel wouldn’t argue, what ever made Erestor happy worked for him. Turning to follow his soon to be lover he had only taken two steps before Erestor had picked up his tunic, removed something from the pocket, and was coming back to him.

“What do you have there?” With a raised eyebrow he train his gaze on the fisted hand of his lover, his face breaking out in a grin when Erestor opened his hand and pressed its contents into Glorfindel palm.

“Ointment.” Was the single word answer, accompanied by a sly smile. Moving around Glorfindel he continued on into the center of the clearing, kicking off his boots he curled his toes in the cool grass. Taking off his own boots Glorfindel walked barefooted to the dark haired elfs side, the muttered “At least it’s not berry juice”, catching on the gentle breeze and floating to Erestors ear, earning a chuckle from the younger elf as he un-tied the lacings of his leggings and slipped them off his hips continuing until he had peeled them down his legs, kicking them aside to stand naked under the glittering stars and Glorfindels appreciative stare.

Licking his lips like a hungry animal that had caught sight of helpless prey findfindel shifted from walking to stalking, the predatory countenance and faint glint in his eye sending a delightful shiver of expectation and arousal skittering down Erestors spine before pooling in his already heated groin. He stood, facing Glorfindel, anticipating the blonde to stop and kiss him but was surprised when he was bowled over, strong arms wrapping around his back as the half-naked warrior followed him down into the lush grass. A heateuth uth attached itself to his neck where a dark passion mark soon rose up before lips and tongue followed the path estlestless hands as they moved across pale skin, dips and curves, finally resting just below the waist, warm breath ghosting across the tip of Erestor arousal, triggering the mewls that gurgled forth from the writhering elf to rise in volume. Taking this as encouragement Glorfindel wrapped lips and tongue around the swollen head and sucked lightly, pulling back as Erestor arched and thrust upwards. Flicking his tongue along the slit he bent further down to nuzzle at the velvety sacs, feeling a fist knot in his hair and drag him back up to be kissed by greedy, impatient lips. Feeling a hand tug ineffectively at the waist band of his leggings Glorfindel took the hint and with a minimal amount of fumbling undid the lacing and toiled gracelessly to draw the suddenly clingy material off his legs. With a few muttered curses he rolled onto his back, legs raised in the air and eventually jerked free, one knee coming perilously close to his nose as his ankle was released. The breathless chuckling that came from Erestors direction reminded him that, although entertaining, his current position did nothing to advance their lovemaking. Growling in mock irritation he crawled over to his love, pining Erestor beneath him.

“Where were we?” Not waiting for an answer he kissed the still laughing elf, rubbing enticingly against him, reveling in the pleasurable feel of naked skin against naked skin. Sitting back on his haunches he picked up the small vial of ointment that was originally intended to clean and soothe small wounds such as scratches and looked at it critically, wondering if it would be enough to last the night, let alone the remaining week. Shrugging because there was nothing he could do about it at present he uncorked the small bottle before stopping to gaze questioningly at Erestor, only to realize the same question was being reflected right back at him. Top or bottom? Deciding since he currently held the lubricant he may as well take the initiative and if Erestor had any objections then they could easily switch rolls. With resolve he stuck his index finger into the mucous colored gel and withdrew it slowly eyeing Erestor calculatingly, feeling his body hum in delight as the advisor shifted closer. Moving till he was kneeling between Erestors bent legs he placed the slippery finger at Erestors hidden opening, watching every twitch of his face as he slowly stretched and prepared the tight passage. After many long minutes of preparation and a snarling demand from Erestor Glorfindel finally deemed the dark haired elf ready and settled above him, his needy arousal nudging against the seemingly too small opening. Edging inside gradually he slowly buried himself to the hilt, holding extremely still once all the way inside, breathing shallowly in an attempt to control his rampaging need. He was almost thrown off when Erestor bucked up beneath him, rasping an order for him to move. With a grunt of compliance Glorfindel withdrew and drove himself forcibly forward, setting a fast and powerful tempo which prompted swift and forceful orgasms from both elves.

Erestor fuzzily comprehended that Glorfindel had collapsed atop him and was presently smothering him with his not inconsiderable weight but found he could neither care nor draw breath enough to voice objection. After a few more minutes he found himself to be in peril of suffocating so he half-heartedly brought his hand up to push at the comatose form, only managing to brush almost imperceptibly along the heaving rib cage of his lover before allowing his arm to flop back down in post-orgasmic bliss. Fortunately Glorfindel got the point and rolled to the side so he was only half laying on Erestor, with his arms wrapped around the sweaty form he made an effort to properly snuggle but found himself unable to move as his little rolling shift had played him out.

Luckily Erestor was still capable of some motion and he turned somewhat so he could cradle the messy blonde head against his should, marveling that although his body was responding willingly enough his mind seemed to be caught on one burning question that would not stop nawing at him; was he going to have permanent grass stains on his backside and, if so, how on earth was he suppose to explain such markings the next time he visited the public bath house? Sighing he decided to ignore the inane drivel his mind was spewing and simply enjoy the pleasurable experience of holding his love in his arms for the time being, until the cool night air forced them from their romantic little glade into the cozy little bed roll.

TBC…