The old ways

It had been a strenuous day and Haldir felt like he had been driven through hell. His body hurt and all he wanted was a long hot bath and something to eAnd And after that a soft feather bed with satin sheets. But when he returned to their rooms he found Legolas all wound up and eager to spend time with him. It took nearly half an hour of persuasion to get Legolas to leave him alone in the bath so he could relax. His husband looked somewhat disappointed but Haldir would try to make it up to him later on. He let his body soak in the hot water for nearly an hour and wondered about the lack of movements and sounds from the connecting rooms. At first he had heard Legolas moving around in the other rooms but now it was absolutely quiet. He hoped that Legolas had not been so upset, that he had left and would be in a sour mood for the rest of the night. Haldir sighed and pushed himself upwards to climb out of the large tub. He towelled himself dry and left the bathing chamber. The fountain room, as they used to call the main room with the stream and pond, was lit by a few candles, giving all a golden light. Beside the little pond he spotted some blankets and on top of them a soft and downy feather bed. Set aside a few feet he could make out a tray with food and some wine. But Legolas was nowhere to be seen. The marchwarden shook his head and dropped down on the feather bed stretching and letting one hand dangle in the warm water of the pond.
He must have dosed off, because when suddenly the door opened with a soft click he nearly jumped out of his skin. He sat up a bit and looked over to the door. Haldir held his breath when Legolas moved in, quietly closing the door behind him. He was only dressed in a pearly white loin cloth and he carried a tray with different small bowls and vials. When he saw Haldir watching him, he put his finger to his mouth silencing Haldir. Legolas moved gracefully over to his husband and pressed him down into a laying position again. He gently stroked Haldir’s cheeks and shoulders and set his tray down at his side. With one hand Legolas gently closed Haldir’s eyes while he fetched one of the bowls with the other. Haldir obediently kept his eyes closed and tried to guess what the young Mirkwood elf had in mind this time. Legolas was always full of ideas and had an unimaginable amount of energy to put his plans into action.
Legolas dipped his fingers into the body warmth oil and rubbed his hands to spread the oil evenly onto his fingers and palms. He started at the chest in slow soothing circles and with little pressure. Haldir relaxed visibly under his hands and he smiled to himself. Legolas moved his hands lower to massage the sides and abdomen of Haldir. He loved the taunt body and now he could feel the strong muscles flex under his fingers. Haldir’s breath had grown deep and calm. After some more warm circles Legolas hands moved even lower. Always drawing concentric circles he slowly and tenderly spread Haldir’s legs. Again he dipped his fingers into the warm oil and slid his hands between Haldir’s thighs and caressed the warm and soft sack lying innocently between the strong muscled thighs.


With long and tender strokes Legolas worked the thighs of his love, getting the muscles to relax. He took his time down the shins and on to the feet lingering at every one at least a few minutes. With tender but firm hands Legolas persuaded Haldir to move over and lay down on his front. When his husband was in position, the young Mirkwood elf took the bowl with the warm oil and carefully poured a small amount onto Haldir broad back. A soft groan was the answer and Legolas smiled to himself. He reached for the shoulders and began his work from anew. The further he came to Haldir’s lower back the more he could feel Haldir shudder slightly from time to time. But Legolas teased him mercilessly, kneading the firm buttocks moving to the back of the thighs and calves. Only then did touch the two round globes right before him again. This tie lee let his thumbs glide into the cleft with every stroke, each time a little deeper. Haldir parted his legs unconsciously and arched his back a bit so that his backside pushed out more, encouraging Legolas to dare more.
With a final caress Legolas took his hands off and unseen to Haldir’s eyes took his loincloth off. He leaned over to the tray and fetched another vial with a creamy substance. He knelt between the parted legs and put the vial between his knees to steady it. Dipping his index and middle finger deeply into it, Legolas coated them with the substance and withdrew them rubbing them against each other. With his other hand the prince spread the cheeks slightly and brushed his creamed fingers against the entrance. Haldir bucked upwards but the archers strong hand held him down.
Suddenly he felt the tip of, obviously a finger, dip between the tight ring of muscles and linger there. His member had grown hard and needful some time ago and he wished he could touch himself, or someone else would. The finger moved slowly forward breaching the muscles and circled slightly. Haldir fought to stay still, drawing deep breaths and his hands clawed the feather bed. A second finger joined the first and they were pushed all the way in, arousing him immensely. All too soon the fingers withdrew and left him empty and disappointed.
Legolas put the vial he had been holding between his knees back onto the tray and picked something else. A broad smile brightened his face and he hoped that Haldir was up to his plan. In his hand he held something white, cylinder shaped and ever so slightly curved. One of the ends was rounded. Holding it tightly in his right hand, Legolas moved the object between the still spread buttocks and slowly moved the rounded tip over the puckered hole, up and down, again and again. Haldir moaned helplessly and spread his legs further, pushing against that thing that stroked him so teasingly.
Legolas had to stifle a groan himself, his member stood proudly and constantly leaked pre cum by now, but he had to wait. Wait for what was to come. Gently he moved the object to Haldir’s entrance and carefully pushed in. He didn’t encounter any resistance and pushed in further, then slowly pulling out only to push it in deeply again. Haldir’s breath was coming in short gasps by now and indicated that Legolas could dare his next move. Without removing the object from Haldir, Legolas turned Haldir over again. Haldir’s face was flushed and he was gasping for breath, his eyes were dark with smouldering passion and his hands reached for his husband, who hushed him and kissed his stomach. He moved the ct ict in and out again a few times and watched the reaction of Haldir. Yes, he was more than ready. He pushed the white pole in as deeply as he thought was pleasurable and pushed some folds of the blanket against the end that was still sticking out, so it wouldn’t slip out. The blond prince used his still in cream covered fingers to coat Haldir’s member generously and straddled Haldir’s hips. He positioned himself right above the straining erection and lowered himselto ito it, forcing it into him in one go. It felt like he was cleaved in half but the unbearable pleasure outweighed the pain. Haldir was beside himself and clutched at Legolas arms bucking his hips wildly. Every time he moved up against his lover the thing inside him slipped out a bit and when Legolas ground down he was pushed onto it forcefully. Haldir tried to get into a motion that allowed him to drive deeply into the blond elf on top of him and at the same time impale himself. He could already feel the tension of the muscles in his abdomen, the burning sensation in his balls, the slight quivering of his cock and a mighty roar building up somewhere in his throat. With the last bit of conscious thought he took a hold of Legolas’ arousal, stroking it with strong movements trying to match them to his hectic movements. Legolas had his head thrown back, sweat glistening on his pale chest and his hair hanging wildly around his flushed body. His breath was ragged and Haldir could feel, even though he was far from this world by now, that Legolas was close, very close.
Haldir gave on more mighty thrust upwards and immediately after pushing down with all the power he could muster and he cried out Legolas name as he came deep inside of him. His body trembled and twitched as he rode out the wave of his orgasm. At the time he had impaled himself again, he had felt a shudder go through his lover and a hot sweet smelling liquid hit his belly.
Legolas collapsed down onto Haldir and kissed him deeply. “I think you need another bath, my lover.” The prince whispered, teasingly. He carefully moved off his husband and knelt between is thighs. With gentle hands he removed the white object from Haldir and laid it aside. Then he moved up again and snuggled close to the marchwarden.
After some minutes of mutual relaxation, Haldir turned his head to Legolas “What, by the Valar, did you do to me?” his voice was still shaking sliy.
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“I gave you the chance to be taken, while you took me at the same time. And since I don’t want to share you with anyone, not even for some sexual pleasure I had to think of something else.” Legolas couldn’t keep a straight face anymore and smiled wildly “No, to be honest, a few days ago I saw something that gave me this idea, you know. One of the candles had been standing to near to the fire and it had grown soft and it was bent over a little. Well, it looked tempting and it had about the right size. It didn’t take a lot of imagination to.....”
Haldir cut him off, laughing out load. He was holding his sides and he pinched his husband in the side. “What have I gotten myself into? Come let us take a bath together, but please no more surprises. I am quite worn out by now.”
“You aren’t really pleased by my idea, are you. I am sorry....” Legolas frowned sadly.
“Oh no, my little one. You got me all wrong. I loved it, it’s just that I am really tired now and would love nothing more than to slip into some hot water with you and then beneath some cosy covers, snuggle up and sleep.”