Lindir’s Composition
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,445
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Lindir's Composition Part II
Title: Lindir's Composition Part II
Type: FPS
Author: Iamme
Cast: Erestor/Lindir, Elrond/Thranduil
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Alex
Warning: Slash, mild bondage
Disclaimer: It’s not mine it belongs to Tolkien.
Summary: Erestor performs his own song.
Erestor opened the closet door of the bathroom, pulling out a silver basin and pitcher and a fresh vial of lavender scented oil and another vial of a warming massage oil. Setting the pitcher under the pipe that ran from the hot spring, he smiled as he contemplated his plan for the night, watching to make sure the steaming liquid did not over flow. Once it was filled, he set the pitcher in the basin along with the vials, taking a washcloth and a towel folding them neatly and carrying it in to the other room.
He smiled, seeing Lindir still was still asleep from their earlier performance. He may not be as good of a musician as Lindir but he was certainly a good performer and attentive lover; tonight would be his proof of that. He silently moved towards the bed, setting the basin down on the table next to the bed, before standing and pouring more oil in to the warmer.
Erestor moved towards the drawer that held their secret items. Slowly he sifted through it before finding what he wanted. A piece of elven rope made from silk. Galadriel had given it to him just this year as a begetting day present along with another item that he would use after he had claimed his lover. He remembered finding it sitting in a little wooden box on his desk with a note simply stating, “For your treasure chest, Love Galadriel.” It made him wonder what kind of gifts she gave Elrond and Celebrian, especially now that they were sharing Thranduil.
Erestor shook his head to clear away the thought and made his way to the bed. Ithil’s light was now gone and was quickly being replaced by the darkness of storm clouds and the roll of the thunder. It would be the perfect accompaniment for what he had planned this night. Taking Lindir’s hands ever so gently as not to wake him, the dark haired advisor skillfully bound his hands with the elven rope before securing it to the headboard. Silently moving again to the table, lifted the towel and the vial of warming oil, setting them along side his surprise for Lindir, before pouring the remaining lavender oil into the basin then proceeded to fill it with the steaming water. Taking up the soft wash cloth, he dipped it in to the steaming bowl squeezing the excess water out of it before pressing it against Lindir’s erection, causing the sleeping elf to moan quietly as his lover cleaned him with gentle caresses, letting his fingers brush along the vein as he did so.
Erestor was quite happy seeing that the gentle bath was not waking up his minstrel. He smiled seeing the ribbon laying on the night stand and as soon as he finished cleaning the beautiful elf before him, he set the basin aside, carefully drying the sleeping elf before picking up the ribbon tying it in a lose knot around the base of his lover’s shaft so that it would not be constricting.
Erestor crawled onto the bed between the sweetly scented legs of his elf, watching as he slowly begin to lick and kiss the tip of Lindir’s ever so glorious instrument just as he heard the staccato of the rain drops starting to fall against the window. Lindir groaned, feeling sweet lips upon the tip of his elf hood. Slowly he began to come out of reverie, his green eyes looking in to the blue depths of Erestor’s as the tender lips slowly slid over him. He could not help but cry out as the hot mouth teased him with the knowledge they had acquired from long nights wrapped in each other’s arms. Erestor suddenly sucked him deep into his throat and began to hum.
Lindir could feel his body tighten, driving him as he tried to thrust up into the mouth that had claimed him. He was so close now. Just as hot seed was about to burst forth, he felt the constricting tightness about the base of his shaft.
“Saes, Erestor, I beg of you!!” whimpered Lindir.
storstor smiled at his lover, watching him as he writhed on the bed. Gently he took the velvet mounds between the whimpering elf’s legs, teasing them by trailing his nails lightly over them.
“Not yet love, your song was well planed, a perfect performance. I am afraid I am not the musician you are, but I will know when the song is finished and it will not end one beat too early.
Lindir watched Erestor as he reached over, picking up the bottle of warming oil, unstoppering it before holding it over Lindir’s quivering need.
“You would not be so cruel.”
Erestor smiled, seeing that he knew him too well sometimes, he placed his hand beneath the via, filling the oil and making sure that just a few drops of the cold oil fell over the heated flesh, making Lindir jump at the sudden cold. Once the oil was warmed, he slowly began to massage it in to the swollen cock before pouring the remainder of the vial over the tight sacks beneath. Lindir could only moan as Erestor began to stroke him, making sure that there was no part of his nether region that was not covered in the oil that was starting to heat up making his erection ache all the more.
Erestor slowly began to blow over the oil-coated path that he had created making the oil flame all the more and causing Lindir to beg.
“Saes, Erestor! Saes, I need you now! Please do not leave me in this beautiful pain?”
“What would you have me do, my love?”
“Take me! Take me now!”
“But limear, you are not ready, I would never do something that would cause you such pain, Lindir.”
“I care not.”
Erestor moved over Lindir, brushing his lips against his in an almost chaste kiss.
“Ahhhh, but I do, my love.”
Erestor dipped his fingers in to the oil warmer, coating his fingers in the hot oil. Placing them just before Lindirs lip, the bound elf blew lightly on the fingers to cool the oil so that his lover could prepare him. Erestor gently lifted his leg so that he could slip the first slick finger into his lover.
Lindir knew that he would not have to wait much longer for his release as Erestor began to rub his own erection against his bound one, before once again taking his lips in a possessive, unyielding kiss. His head swirled as the taste of his lover reminded him of vanilla for some reason yet not the same at all. He had been surprised by it the first time the councilor kissed him, now he longed for it constantly and tonight his needs would be sated for a short while.
Erestor’s finger slid gently inside, going to Lindir’s sweet spot without even searching. He began to rub in a quick but gentle tempo, causing Lindir to move against him. Erestor knew that if this continued that he would cum and he still had plans for his lover. He gently removed his fingers from his lover’s tightness before placing his swollen flesh at the entrance, burying himself to the hilt in one quick thrust.
Lindir moaned as the hungry mouth claimed him everywhere, hands touched his nipples rolling them in skilled fingers, followed by light brushes of teeth. He waited for Erestor to loosen the ribbon, he could feel his lover’s frantic pace and he knew he would cum. He moaned as he felt Erestor’s hand slip down, anticipating his release once he was free; instead he found a wicked hand caressing his orbs. Tears began to trickle from his eyes and he knew how erotic it was to see for Erestor to see him in this state, on the brink of such intense pleasure. Suddenly Erestor gave an almost violent thrust forward crying out as he spilled his seed with in him.
Lindir could not believe it. He stared at Erestor in disbelief.
“You can not do this to me, Erestor! You can not leave me in this state!”
Lindir could feel the warm hint of anger rising with in him. Erestor simply smiled down kissing him softly before whispering, “Have I ever been so cruel, Limear?”
Lindir simply shook his head.
“I promise you the wait will be worth it.”
Erestor stood up from the bed, leaving Lindir shaking, waiting in anticipation as he prepared something. Lindir tried to watch but Erestor was doing a good job at keeping him in the dark.
It seemed like forever before Erestor returned kissing him gently before whispering, “Amin mela lle, Lindir.”
Slowly, he kissed his way down his body. Lindir was mindless with need as he slowly felt Erestor taking his shaft in to his mouth, and then, he felt something round being pressed inside of him; slowly, small round balls were slipped into him, leaving him feeling full but not uncomfortably so. Erestor sucked greedily at his shaft before beginning to hum. Lindir felt his fingers enclose around the ribbon and his other hand holding on to the string attached to the beads with in him. Erestor pulled on them both at the same time, causing Lindir’s orgasm to rock through him as the lightning struck out side matching what his body was feeling. He could not stop thrusting; Erestor was draining him dry. He had never felt anything to compare to what the scholar had just done to him.
Erestor grinned, seeing his lover lying there unable to mor spr speak, knowing that his impromptu had been a success. They would have to compose music together more often. Erestor set all of the items aside before curling up next to his lover. He was so tired that he didn’t hear the door close.
Galadriel smiled, walking down the hallway. It seemed all was well in Imladris. She would retire now and perhaps try to teach Celeborn a new song
Type: FPS
Author: Iamme
Cast: Erestor/Lindir, Elrond/Thranduil
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Alex
Warning: Slash, mild bondage
Disclaimer: It’s not mine it belongs to Tolkien.
Summary: Erestor performs his own song.
Erestor opened the closet door of the bathroom, pulling out a silver basin and pitcher and a fresh vial of lavender scented oil and another vial of a warming massage oil. Setting the pitcher under the pipe that ran from the hot spring, he smiled as he contemplated his plan for the night, watching to make sure the steaming liquid did not over flow. Once it was filled, he set the pitcher in the basin along with the vials, taking a washcloth and a towel folding them neatly and carrying it in to the other room.
He smiled, seeing Lindir still was still asleep from their earlier performance. He may not be as good of a musician as Lindir but he was certainly a good performer and attentive lover; tonight would be his proof of that. He silently moved towards the bed, setting the basin down on the table next to the bed, before standing and pouring more oil in to the warmer.
Erestor moved towards the drawer that held their secret items. Slowly he sifted through it before finding what he wanted. A piece of elven rope made from silk. Galadriel had given it to him just this year as a begetting day present along with another item that he would use after he had claimed his lover. He remembered finding it sitting in a little wooden box on his desk with a note simply stating, “For your treasure chest, Love Galadriel.” It made him wonder what kind of gifts she gave Elrond and Celebrian, especially now that they were sharing Thranduil.
Erestor shook his head to clear away the thought and made his way to the bed. Ithil’s light was now gone and was quickly being replaced by the darkness of storm clouds and the roll of the thunder. It would be the perfect accompaniment for what he had planned this night. Taking Lindir’s hands ever so gently as not to wake him, the dark haired advisor skillfully bound his hands with the elven rope before securing it to the headboard. Silently moving again to the table, lifted the towel and the vial of warming oil, setting them along side his surprise for Lindir, before pouring the remaining lavender oil into the basin then proceeded to fill it with the steaming water. Taking up the soft wash cloth, he dipped it in to the steaming bowl squeezing the excess water out of it before pressing it against Lindir’s erection, causing the sleeping elf to moan quietly as his lover cleaned him with gentle caresses, letting his fingers brush along the vein as he did so.
Erestor was quite happy seeing that the gentle bath was not waking up his minstrel. He smiled seeing the ribbon laying on the night stand and as soon as he finished cleaning the beautiful elf before him, he set the basin aside, carefully drying the sleeping elf before picking up the ribbon tying it in a lose knot around the base of his lover’s shaft so that it would not be constricting.
Erestor crawled onto the bed between the sweetly scented legs of his elf, watching as he slowly begin to lick and kiss the tip of Lindir’s ever so glorious instrument just as he heard the staccato of the rain drops starting to fall against the window. Lindir groaned, feeling sweet lips upon the tip of his elf hood. Slowly he began to come out of reverie, his green eyes looking in to the blue depths of Erestor’s as the tender lips slowly slid over him. He could not help but cry out as the hot mouth teased him with the knowledge they had acquired from long nights wrapped in each other’s arms. Erestor suddenly sucked him deep into his throat and began to hum.
Lindir could feel his body tighten, driving him as he tried to thrust up into the mouth that had claimed him. He was so close now. Just as hot seed was about to burst forth, he felt the constricting tightness about the base of his shaft.
“Saes, Erestor, I beg of you!!” whimpered Lindir.
storstor smiled at his lover, watching him as he writhed on the bed. Gently he took the velvet mounds between the whimpering elf’s legs, teasing them by trailing his nails lightly over them.
“Not yet love, your song was well planed, a perfect performance. I am afraid I am not the musician you are, but I will know when the song is finished and it will not end one beat too early.
Lindir watched Erestor as he reached over, picking up the bottle of warming oil, unstoppering it before holding it over Lindir’s quivering need.
“You would not be so cruel.”
Erestor smiled, seeing that he knew him too well sometimes, he placed his hand beneath the via, filling the oil and making sure that just a few drops of the cold oil fell over the heated flesh, making Lindir jump at the sudden cold. Once the oil was warmed, he slowly began to massage it in to the swollen cock before pouring the remainder of the vial over the tight sacks beneath. Lindir could only moan as Erestor began to stroke him, making sure that there was no part of his nether region that was not covered in the oil that was starting to heat up making his erection ache all the more.
Erestor slowly began to blow over the oil-coated path that he had created making the oil flame all the more and causing Lindir to beg.
“Saes, Erestor! Saes, I need you now! Please do not leave me in this beautiful pain?”
“What would you have me do, my love?”
“Take me! Take me now!”
“But limear, you are not ready, I would never do something that would cause you such pain, Lindir.”
“I care not.”
Erestor moved over Lindir, brushing his lips against his in an almost chaste kiss.
“Ahhhh, but I do, my love.”
Erestor dipped his fingers in to the oil warmer, coating his fingers in the hot oil. Placing them just before Lindirs lip, the bound elf blew lightly on the fingers to cool the oil so that his lover could prepare him. Erestor gently lifted his leg so that he could slip the first slick finger into his lover.
Lindir knew that he would not have to wait much longer for his release as Erestor began to rub his own erection against his bound one, before once again taking his lips in a possessive, unyielding kiss. His head swirled as the taste of his lover reminded him of vanilla for some reason yet not the same at all. He had been surprised by it the first time the councilor kissed him, now he longed for it constantly and tonight his needs would be sated for a short while.
Erestor’s finger slid gently inside, going to Lindir’s sweet spot without even searching. He began to rub in a quick but gentle tempo, causing Lindir to move against him. Erestor knew that if this continued that he would cum and he still had plans for his lover. He gently removed his fingers from his lover’s tightness before placing his swollen flesh at the entrance, burying himself to the hilt in one quick thrust.
Lindir moaned as the hungry mouth claimed him everywhere, hands touched his nipples rolling them in skilled fingers, followed by light brushes of teeth. He waited for Erestor to loosen the ribbon, he could feel his lover’s frantic pace and he knew he would cum. He moaned as he felt Erestor’s hand slip down, anticipating his release once he was free; instead he found a wicked hand caressing his orbs. Tears began to trickle from his eyes and he knew how erotic it was to see for Erestor to see him in this state, on the brink of such intense pleasure. Suddenly Erestor gave an almost violent thrust forward crying out as he spilled his seed with in him.
Lindir could not believe it. He stared at Erestor in disbelief.
“You can not do this to me, Erestor! You can not leave me in this state!”
Lindir could feel the warm hint of anger rising with in him. Erestor simply smiled down kissing him softly before whispering, “Have I ever been so cruel, Limear?”
Lindir simply shook his head.
“I promise you the wait will be worth it.”
Erestor stood up from the bed, leaving Lindir shaking, waiting in anticipation as he prepared something. Lindir tried to watch but Erestor was doing a good job at keeping him in the dark.
It seemed like forever before Erestor returned kissing him gently before whispering, “Amin mela lle, Lindir.”
Slowly, he kissed his way down his body. Lindir was mindless with need as he slowly felt Erestor taking his shaft in to his mouth, and then, he felt something round being pressed inside of him; slowly, small round balls were slipped into him, leaving him feeling full but not uncomfortably so. Erestor sucked greedily at his shaft before beginning to hum. Lindir felt his fingers enclose around the ribbon and his other hand holding on to the string attached to the beads with in him. Erestor pulled on them both at the same time, causing Lindir’s orgasm to rock through him as the lightning struck out side matching what his body was feeling. He could not stop thrusting; Erestor was draining him dry. He had never felt anything to compare to what the scholar had just done to him.
Erestor grinned, seeing his lover lying there unable to mor spr speak, knowing that his impromptu had been a success. They would have to compose music together more often. Erestor set all of the items aside before curling up next to his lover. He was so tired that he didn’t hear the door close.
Galadriel smiled, walking down the hallway. It seemed all was well in Imladris. She would retire now and perhaps try to teach Celeborn a new song