Innocence

Ch. 2

Rúmil sat down on the edge of his bed, his motions lacking their
usual grace. Seeing his brother doing wher her he was doing awakened
something within him; made him feel as he had never felt before. His
stomach knotted whenever he thought about it, and his cock ached
ever since he left Haldir's bedroom. He looked down at the bulge in
his now uncomfortably tight leggings and unconsciously bit his lip
as he reached for the laces. The young Elf's erection sprang free,
and he hesitated for a moment before enclosing his palm around it.
The hard rod twitched when he began to move his hand up and down.

His mind wandered back to where he was just minutes earlier,
watching his brother lying in his bead doing the same thing, crying
out his name. Rúmil moaned softly; it really did feel good. He
stroked himself faster, and saw that it felt better with the new
pace. A pressure continued to build in his groin as he continued his
motions with steadily increasing speed; his thoughts remained with
his brother. He didn't even wonder why he was thinking of Haldir or
if it was right or wrong to do so. All that mattered was that it
felt better when he did.

Rúmil's body trembled as the pleasure began to reach an intolerable
lever. He wondered how much better it might feel had it been his
brother's experienced hand stroking his sensitive flesh. Although he
was thinking of Haldir during the entire length of this new
activity, this was the first time he actually thought of his brother
touching him there; and it set off his first orgasm ever. Waves of
pleasure surged through his body as a warm fluid covered his
hand. "Haldirrr…"

The young Elf collapsed backward onto the mattress. It had felt so
good while it lasted, but the bliss was quickly replaced with a
feeling of emptiness. He wished he had not had this experience
alone; he wished Haldir had been with him. When would the
Marchwarden return? Rúmil was anxious to see that beautiful face
that he had seen so many times yet again.

Tbc....