ERESTOR/GLORFINDEL: WHAT WEBS WE WEAVE
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,086
Reviews:
1
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
An Overabundance
Erestor lay beside Glorfindel, stroking his mane of unbridled hair as it fell across his back. His strokes included Glorfindel’s hair and the smooth skin beneath. Suddenly, Erestor sat up.
“You must tell me where you were when you kept me waiting the other night,” said Erestor. He began to knead Glorfindel’s flesh, his hands coursing upward to the broad shoulders, palpating the solid muscles that lay beneath the silky skin.
Glorfindel sighed contentedly. “I don’t remember what I was doing.”
“Liar!” cried Erestor, placing one knee in the small of Glorfindel’s back and pressing downward.
“Ouch! Erestor, you are squashing my –“, yelped Glorfindel.
“Turn over, you rogue!” Erestor commanded, his voice as hard and brittle as crystal. Glorfindel complied. “Now get up!” Erestor sounded just like a general, and Glorfindel was excited by this.
“Up against the wall, and we will continue what we started in the courtyard!” Erestor growled as he pressed his body against the warrior’s, his groin crushing into Glorfindel’s, his chest pushed so tightly against his lover’s that Glorfindel could not breathe. His hands sought Glorfindel’s hair and he entwined his fingers among the lengthy tresses, searching for the skull beneath.
When his hands found what they sought, he pulled Glorfindel’s head down and captured his lips with his own in a kiss of exaggerated roughness.
After a moment, Glorfindel freed himself, albeit with some reluctance. “Ai! Erestor, your actions are becoming superfluous!” he cried.
“Not as superfluous as your hair,” sighed Erestor, stroking the golden abundance. “Or this,” and he slid to his knees and took the warrior’s proud erection in his hand.
“You must tell me where you were when you kept me waiting the other night,” said Erestor. He began to knead Glorfindel’s flesh, his hands coursing upward to the broad shoulders, palpating the solid muscles that lay beneath the silky skin.
Glorfindel sighed contentedly. “I don’t remember what I was doing.”
“Liar!” cried Erestor, placing one knee in the small of Glorfindel’s back and pressing downward.
“Ouch! Erestor, you are squashing my –“, yelped Glorfindel.
“Turn over, you rogue!” Erestor commanded, his voice as hard and brittle as crystal. Glorfindel complied. “Now get up!” Erestor sounded just like a general, and Glorfindel was excited by this.
“Up against the wall, and we will continue what we started in the courtyard!” Erestor growled as he pressed his body against the warrior’s, his groin crushing into Glorfindel’s, his chest pushed so tightly against his lover’s that Glorfindel could not breathe. His hands sought Glorfindel’s hair and he entwined his fingers among the lengthy tresses, searching for the skull beneath.
When his hands found what they sought, he pulled Glorfindel’s head down and captured his lips with his own in a kiss of exaggerated roughness.
After a moment, Glorfindel freed himself, albeit with some reluctance. “Ai! Erestor, your actions are becoming superfluous!” he cried.
“Not as superfluous as your hair,” sighed Erestor, stroking the golden abundance. “Or this,” and he slid to his knees and took the warrior’s proud erection in his hand.