Moonlight Kissed

Moonlight Kissed


Haldir removed his cloak and placed it on the ground, gesturing to Frodo
to sit on it. The Elf sat down next to him, before leaning forward to capture
the Hobbit's lips between his. Frodo pulled back surprised by the Elf’s
action. He looked at the Elf, at his smooth skin, his long silky hair,
his blues eyes. Yes this Elf was very attractive. He knew that the man
he loved would never be his, so why shouldn’t he enjoy a moment with Haldir?
It certainly would keep his mind away from all this thinking.
“Relax,” Haldir said to him, before he kissed Frodo ag
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This time the Hobbit responded and kissed Haldir back, letting one of
his hand run through Haldir's hair like he had wanted to.
Frodo grew impatient and his tongue started to move over Haldir's lip,
bidding for entry, which the Elf willingly gave. Carefully he lowered Frodo
to the ground, letting one of his hands wander over the marble skin of
the Hobbit‘s face, over his jaws to his pointed ears. Frodo closed his
eyes as Haldir followed the path of his hand, placing kisses all over his
face and ears, before he started to trail kisses down Frodo’s throat. The
Hobbit arched his head back giving Haldir more access, while the Elf‘s
hands started to open his shirt. He let out a frown when his fingers touched
cold metal.
“I think you have to sit up, so that I can remove this mithril shirt,”
Haldir said, his voice husky.
Frodo obliged, he pulled the mithril shirt over his head together with
his other shirt and lay back, waiting impatiently.
“If you want to, close your eyes and pretend it would be somebody else,”
Haldir said before he continued exploring the body beneath him with sucking,
nibbling and licking kisses. Frodo closed his eyes when a tongue moved
over his nipples, but he didn't need to pretend. He felt like he was floating
on a cloud.
Haldir looked up to a tree not very far, winking to the shadow that
was hiding there. Aragorn. Haldir knew that Aragorn had been there for
a long time, he had followed them for the most part of their walk.
 
Aragorn hide behind a tree following their talking and their actions
the whole time. He got nervous when Frodo didn’t return to the camp and
he went off following him. But Haldir reached Frodo before him. He didn’t
want to interrupt the two, seeing Frodo trusting Haldir, open his soul
to the Elf. He knew that Frodo needed to talk to somebody. He just wished
that it would have been him, but he trusted Haldir. But now he wasn’t sur sure anymore, he didn’t know what Haldir had in mind. Why did he wink at
him? What was the reason for this action? He questioned himself. Jealousy
started to rise throughout is body. He gathered his mind and calmed his
body. Slowly he approached them.
Haldir started to kiss Frodo again, when he saw that Aragorn was coming.
Aragorn felt something stir in his own breeches. It was an amazing view.
Frodo laid there his mouth slightly open moaning lightly, his eyes closed,
enjoying the touch of Haldir. But why did Haldir do this to him? Haldir
looked to him from time to time, a smile appeared on his face. Could he
know? Aragorn didn’t think so, he kept his feelings for Frodo very close
to his heart. He knew about the Hobbits and their view of this kind of
relationships. He adored Frodo from the first day he saw him back in the
Shire, when he guarded its borders.
For the first time in a long time Aragorn felt insecure. What should
he do?
Haldir gave him another wink to join them. Gathering his courage Aragorn
knelt next to Frodo. Slowly his hand reached out for the young Hobbit,
almost fearful, like he could break Frodo's skin if he touched him.
It took Frodo a moment to realize that three hands were on his body.
He opened his eyes, trying to pull away, but the hands didn't let him go.
Then he saw to whom the third hand belonged. Frodo looked to Haldir and
then back to Aragorn. He moremore then surprised, „this has to be a dream,“
he thought. Frodo’s hand slowly reached out to touch the Ranger’s face,
maksuresure that it was real. Aragorn leant into the small hand, turning
his head and kissing the Hobbit’s palm. Frodo smiled and his eyes sparkled
with joy.
“Aragorn,” he said, his voice husky with need, but also surprised. The
Ranger smiled, leaning down to kiss Frodo, before the Hobbit could say
something else. They tasted each other the first time, and both of them
wanted to remember that taste forever.
A knowing smile appeared on the Elf’s face and he removed his hands
from the Hobbit. He knelt back, looking at the two of them. Then he rose
to his feet and left the two lovers, knowing that he wouldn’t be needed.
He went into the forest.
“Finally,” another voice said from a tree above Haldir’s head.
“How long have you been here, Legolas?” Haldir asked, not really surprised
to see him.
“I grew impatient as neither Frodo nor Aragorn returned, so I followed.”
“Let's go back and try to keep the other away.” Haldir said. Legolas
nodded in agreement.
Neither Aragorn nor Frodo heard Haldir leave. Both were to occupy in
exploring each other. Aragorn continued where Haldir stopped. He unlaced
Frodo breeches and pulled them down, together with the underbreeches. He
stopped, just looking at the creature beneath him.
Frodo's slooklooked so breakable in the moonlight. His skin paler than
usually. His eyes looking expectantly to Aragorn. His chest falling and
rising quickly, his penis standing proudly in a nest of black hair.
“You're beautiful, little one,” Aragorn said. He let his fingers wander
over Frodo's leg, loins, belly, over his chest to his ears. Then Aragorn's
mouth followed the same path, before it returned to Frodo's lips.
“You're so beautiful, Frodo, so beautiful,” Aragorn repeated to his
lover and kissed him again trailing increasingly demanding kisses and soft
bites down his neck to his sternum.
His next target was Frodo's nipple and first he just placed soft kisses
around them, then he took one nipple in his mouth, he started nibbling
and carefully biting it. He circled and suckled each nipple, enjoying the
satisfied sighs and rapid inhalations of breath, knowing he was the cause
of such bliss. Frodo's hands grabbed the cloak he was lying on, his knuckles
starting to turn white. Aragorn, satisfied with his reaction, started to
move his head further down. His hand had already reached its destination
Frodo arched his hips up when Aragorn grabbed his hard member.
“Patience, my friend,” said Aragorn between kisses on Frodo's belly.
His hand moved slowly over Frodo's penis, sending one shockwave after the
other through his body. Aragorn moved further down. He looked up to Frodo
and saw that his eyes were nearly closed and a thin sheen of sweat covered
his beautiful face.
“Oh!” Frodo cried when Aragorn's mouth engulfed him. Aragorn chuckled
deeply as his mouth slipped up and down the fine shaft. He rasped his teeth
along Frodo's penis. Frodo moaned loudly. He started to buck the air while
Aragorn squirreled his tongue over the head, licking off the drops of the
salty pearls that appeared at the top of Frodo’s hard member. His hand
stroked lightly over Frodo’s tights.
Aragorn looked up at Frodo one more time, his eyes closed and mouth
slightly open. His breathing was ragged. Aragorn smiled to himself and
took Frodo's shaft in his mouth once more, nibbling and sucking. He felt
Frodo come nearer and nearer to his climax. He had lost all control over
his body, his body moved of its own accord, exactly what the Ranger wanted.
Frodo bit his lips and tried not to moan out loud. He couldn't prevent
elf elf crying out as he exploded into Aragorn's mouth, his voice both
ragged and tearful as Aragorn pressed and sucked on him, milking him dry
and leaving him, a shivering mess on the ground.
Pulling up slowly, reluctant to surrender the softening shaft, Aragorn
sat back on his heels and placed his hands on his own thighs, looking down
at his lover. Frodo's eyes were closed and his face was turned to one side.
He was moaning softly, still feeling the effects of the orgasm as it pulsed
through his body. Smiling, somewhat very pleased by his accomplishments,
Aragorn placed his hand against the flat stomach, and then he shifted and
placed a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin between the hip and the groin.
Then he moved to lie next to him.
“That was incredible,” said Frodo. Slowly he turned to Aragorn, knowing
that the Ranger’s need was not satisfied yet. With shaky hands he tried
to open Aragorn’s tunic, but the Rangers stopped his hands, bringing them
to his mouth and kissing them. Frodo looke him him puzzled.
“Just relax and go to sleep,” said Aragorn.
“But…”
“Hush.” Aragorn bent to him and gave him a deep passionate kiss. Frodo
could still taste himself in Aragorn's mouth. Then Aragorn settled down
next to him and covered his sweaty body with Haldir's cloak. Frodo cuddled
himself as close as possible to Aragorn, laying his head on his shoulder.
Aragorn breathed in deeply. He could feel Frodo breathing steadily and
he knew that he was asleep. Aragorn was still hard, but this had to wait,
he didn't want to let go of his treasure.
When he awoke, Frodo felt more relaxed than in a long time. He needed
a moment to gather his thoughts, but he smiled when he realized where he
was and who was snoring softly next to him. Carefully he removed the cloak
and sat up. Aragorn stirred in his sleep but didn't wake. This gave Frodo
some time to study the Ranger, but it also gave rise to several questions.
Why was Aragorn here? Why did he do this?
But after a few minutes he grew impatient and decided it was time to
wake Aragorn. He crawled next to him kissing him. It didn't take long till
Aragorn responded.
“Good morning, love,” Frodo mumble against the Ranger's lip, before
he deepened the kiss again.
“Good morning to you, too. Did you sleep well?” he asked after they
broke the kiss.
“I haven’t had such a good sleep in days,” Frodo answered.
“Then why are you looking so concerned?” Aragorn asked.
“I was... What we did last night, was wrong,” Frodo said. “It was wrong,
because you're loving Arwen and....” Frodo couldn't continue. Aragorn had
sealed his mouth with his own. When they pulled away Aragorn could still
read the question in the hobbit's eyes.
“Arwen is sailing with her kin to Valinor.”
“Why?”
„Because she needs to be with her kin.“ Aragorn answered smiling. “I
still love her, but my heart is big enough to love you both.”
“You heard what we talked t yet yesterday?” Frodo asked
Aragorn nodded and Frodo felt his face turning red.
“Let's go an bath together and then maybe we can continue exploring.”
This time it was Frodo's turn to nod.
~Fini~