Teaching Haldir

Certainly a male could be no different from a female, for both responded to caress and kiss alike, but it was the art of lovemaking that baffled him in this instance. Not wanting to ask, but praying to Ithil for guidance, he stood with the light of Her glowing radiance, awaiting Faer’s next advance.

Finding himself atop a grassy hillock, bathed in moonlight, Faer shivered, the light breeze stirring his ebon hair, and riffling the light silk of his shirt. Haldir could not have found a more perfect spot in all of Arda to make love, and being so far way from the festival, all but guaranteed them privacy.

The Gypsy moved closer and turned Haldir in his embrace to face the moonlight, holding him firmly from behind. Faer breathed in the soft green scent that permeated this Elf, burying his face in the fragrant flaxen hair, and snaking his arms about Haldir’s waist he pressed him ever so gently against his need. Nuzzling the silver creature’s neck and whispering in his ear, Faer let his hands roam across Haldir’s abdomen, to brush lightly across his groin. Pleased with the moan that escaped the other’s lips, he stroked more firmly.

"I desire you Haldir of Lorien........will you lie with me upon this grassy hillock and share your desire beneath Ithil’s gaze?"

Haldir shuddered as the hand rubbed him in a luridly passionate caress, feeling his arousal swell to its full stiffened hardness, straining through the leather of his breeches. He whirled around and pulled Faer against him, crushing his mouth with a desperately plundering kiss, not quite knowing what to do with his hands, unsure of where to touch the Elf next. Burning need pulsed through his veins, searing him with a desire he knew not how to quench, but knowing that this Dark Elf held the key to his undoing.

Faer thought that Haldir would relax against his touch, but instead he twisted in his embrace, and pressed himself desperately against Faer' s body, the Elf’s mouth moving quickly, devouring lips and flesh in its heated path. Faer needed this one to touch him, but his hands hovered inches from his flesh, close but not enough. At this rate , thought the dark Gypsy, Haldir would finish before he even got started.

Pulling away from Haldir’s breath stealing kiss, Faer took the Lorien archer’s hand in his and stilled their movement. Smiling in the darkness, the dark Elf removed his shirt, letting it flutter to the grass as he reached over and divested Haldir of his tunic. Pushing his body close to the young Galadhrim’s, he brought Haldir’s hands to the laces of his breeches and covered them with his own, moving both their hands over his arousal in long strokes. Letting his head fall back, his raven hair tumbling over his shoulders , Faer wound his hands around Haldir’s back, allowing the other to continue his exploration.

This was far different from stroking his own flesh and Haldir shivered with delight, his fingers exploring the curves and ridges beneath the soft leather, unable to restrain himself, hand slipping beneath the band of Faer’s breeches, aching to touch the supple flesh of the Elf’s arousal. The tips of his fingers brushed the heated flesh and he nearly jumped in surprise when Faer’s hardness twitched on its own accord.

Faer closed his eyes , his body responding quickly to Haldir’s tentative strokes, the leather of his breeches straining with every caress.
Steadying himself on the archer’s shoulders, Faer moaned softly as Haldir boldly slipped his hand below the stretched fabric, teasing the rigid flesh beneath, his hand halting its exploration at the Dark Elf’s response .
Faer opened his eyes and ght ght his hands to the laces of this breeches and upon loosening them slid Haldir’s hands lower, whispering breathily.

"Do not stop, meleth-nin....it feels wonderful." aldialdir swallowed a bit nervously and stroked the Gypsy’s ever growing hardness before partially curving his fingers around it. His own arousal flared to bold attention at the forbidden caress, and he moaned, snaking his free hand down his own breeches almost unconsciously, seeking to touch himself in the same manner. . .needing to feel the touch of something. . .somewhere. . . and not quite knowing how to stoke the fire.

Faer felt Haldir stiffen slightly and moan , pleasured by his own touch. Leaning over slightly, he nuzzled the young Galadhrim’s neck nibbling on his earlobe and nimbly untied the laces that trapped Haldir’s growing arousal. Slipping below the waistband, he covered Haldir’s hand with his own , allowing the Elf’s own rhythmic stroke to guide his movement.
Tracing his tongue along Haldir’s jaw , he searched through heavy lidded eyes until he found the sensuous curve of the softly parted lips and covered them with his own, suckling and exploring the pliant flesh thoroughly.

Hooking his free hand beneath the folds of the loosened breeches, Faer slid them over Haldir’s slender hips, exposing the curve of a well muscled backside.

Haldir pressed himself into Faer’s touch as his breeches slipped suddenly from his body, pooling in a ripple of black leather around his ankles. He stepped out of them, placing his hands almost shyly over his exposed skin, feeling somewhat awkward being nude in front of another male. . .yet being aroused even further by the sight of Faer’s obvious excitement.

Breaking the kiss, his breath ragged, Faer quickly tugged his own breeches over his hips, freeing his straining member, the cool air pricking his heated skin into gooseflesh. Kicking the garment off to lay with his shirt, Faer closed the distance between them letting his hands softly trail down the length of Haldir’s body, his hands memorizing the soft curve of his back and coming to rest on the cusp of his hips. This Elf was exquisite, the mere feel of his soft skin and gentle trembling testing Faer's self control. Slowly, he traced heated kissed down the archer’s pale throat, nuzzling at the base, before sliding down the creamy fleshed chest to dart his tongue around Haldir’s navel, his hands cupping the rounded backside as he descended.

Haldir wound his fingers in the dark hair before him and gasped at the touch of Faer’s lips upon his cool skin, there heated kiss searing his flesh with desire. Slender hands gripped his buttocks and squeezed gently, so different from the manner of any maiden. . .and far more exciting. Haldir arched his hips to Faer’s caress, wanting. . .needing. . .

“Ah, lirimaer. . .” he panted desperately, “Aniron. . .a-aaaniron. . .”

But he did not know what it was exactly that his body needed, only that is must have it soon or he would certainly burn into cinders of unspent passion upon this very ground.

Haldir’s words of passion sent a shiver of desire through Faer's body so strong that he almost lost his balance, his body swaying slightly. Recovering, the Dark Gypsy brought his hand around to stroke the Lorien’s erection, his breath fanning the tip as he whispered, " Aniron lle, sui mae, Haldir.... meleth-nin."

Flicking the tip of Haldir’s arousal with his tongue, Faer guided the throbbing flesh into his mouth sealing his lips about the length and sliding them from base to tip, the fullness of the erection tickling the back of his throat with every pull of the rigid flesh.

“Aiiiiyaaa!” Haldir cried, unable to keep from thrusting into the heated mouth that threatened to suckle the pleasure from his trembling body before he had even begun to enjoy the sensuous slickness of Faer’s tongue.

Searingly hot need boiled within him and his body began to shudder against his will, unable to restrain himself as Faer’s tongue swirled and licked, teasing him into a nearly thrashing pleasure. He gripped the Gypsy’s hair within his fist and plunged into the warm mouth, feeling his desire surge forward, unable to stop as his balance suddenly betrayed him and sent him crashing to his knees with a raw cry of lust, his hotd spd spurting forth in a rush of pleasure so intense, that he nearly lost consciousness from its ferocity.

Faer fell to his hand and knees, Haldir’s excitement making it difficult to keep full contact with his thrusting shaft. He felt the shudder of the other’s eminent release and leaned forward, not wanting to lose the moment.

As Haldir collapsed to the ground, the force of his orgasm pulsing though his body, Faer wrapped his arm around the small of the Elf’s back steadying him and swallowed quickly, not wanting to spill one drop of Haldir’s precious essence.

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