Slut Twins of Imaldris

Title


Title: His Desk
Author: Ninon and Cally
Pairing: Elrohir/Elladan/Celeborn
Rating: NC 17 (what else with these hellions? <g>)
Series: Slut Twins of Imaldris
- First in Series 'The Tournament'
- Second 'The Prize'
- Third 'His Desk'
Summary: The twins go after Grandfather and get more than
they expected, a lot more
Warnings: BDSM, incest, role-playing, exhibitionism
Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive.
Author's Notes: Again thanks to Sanny.


Ninon


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HIS DESK

Rumors of attacks on neighboring Mirkwood had reached Lorien and
when nothing substantial could be found out, Galadriel had offered
her mirror to find out more. Normally she used it alone, but since
this involved the secu of of their own lands, she'd asked Celeborn
to come with her.

After long searching, they'd satisfied themselves that Thranduil
was handling the latest orc threat well and it was unlikely any of
them would ever reach Lorien. Excusing herself, his wife had left
to attend other matters, the mirror still showing the last of
random scenes. Celeborn was about to leave himself when one of
the many images flitting past showed him a sight that made him
catch his breath.

Elladan groaned softly, gripping his twin's hips as he thrust
upwards, burying himself in that tight, slick heat. Gasping softly
Elrohir rose upwards again, his hands stabilizing his body by
resting flat on his twin's chest, his head thrown back as he
continued to sink up and down. Riding his twin for all he was
worth.

Mesmerized, Celeborn continued to watch the image before him. Over
the years he'd learned some of Galadriel's skills and even though
he still couldn't initiate the mirror's visions, he could keep them
going once started. And this scene before him held him fast. He'd
always known his grandsons were attractive. They had their
father's darkness, Celebrian's sense of mischief and word had it,
they had many admirers from both genders. He personally had never
thought of anything beyond that, after all, they were his own
grandsons. But watching them now writhing together, ever more
alluring from the depth of their passion, he found himself wishing
they weren't related. Two like these would certainly be worthy of
his personal attention later.

Taking his hands from his twin's chest, Elrohir slid his hands
through his dark locks, lifting them off his sweaty back as his
hips continued to move. Switching naturally between hard and fast
to slow and sensual. Elladan groaned softly, grey eyes fixing on
his twin's body, feasting on the purely sensual sight before him,
and unable to let his brother have his way any longer he reached
up, slamming those delicious hips down on his own before rolling
over. Pinning Elrohir's wrists above his head before starting pumppumpide ide the tight channel, raking his sex along his twin's
prostate.

Without realizing what was happening, the sight before his eyes
was making Celeborn harden and unconsciously he reached inside his
robes to relieve himself. Beauty always caught his attention and
these two were demanding it.

Gasping under his brother's actions, Elrohir wound his legs around
Elladan's waist, clenching his thighs closed tightly, forcing his
brother to stay between his legs. Thrusting hard and fast, forcing
both of them into oblivion sooner than they would have liked.

A nearby bird chirping loudly suddenly broke Celeborn's reverie and
he finally noticed what he was doing. Horrified to see he'd been
pleasuring himself to the sight of his own grandsons together, he
jerked his hand from his breeches and rushed out of the glade.

***

Several days later, the lord of the Golden Wood was meeting with
two of the most boring elves ever to visit Lorien. After dull
meetings that never ended soon enough, he had to entertain them
with dinner where they proved to have unending thirst for the local
wine. Forced to keep up with them out of politeness, Celeborn
found himself drinking far more than his normal single glass with
the evening meal.

***

Elrohir bit into the heel of his hand, stifling the screams that
threatened as Elladan entered him. One hard, piercing thrust and
he was buried deep. Elladan curled his hands over Elrohir's hips,
cradling his tender flesh from the hard edges of Celeborn's desk
before slamming inside. Fucking the breath from his precious twin.

Coming here had been Elrohir's idea and he had to admit the setting
was titillating for him as well. Grandfather was always so elegant
in his robes and once you got past that formality, he had much
charm. And from the stories they'd heard, it was clear he often
spent time with the more attractive members of his guard.

Elrohir writhed beneath his brr, tr, taking his palm from his mouth
to reach over the desk, curling his fingers around the edge.
Stretching his body across the cool mahogany surface, his legs
splayed wide as he tilted his hips upward, letting Elladan have his
wicked, wicked way with his body.

"Are you imagining Grandfather pounding into you like this?"
Elladan asked as he pulled out nearly all the way, then slammed
back in. "Or do you picture him as being gentle with you like
this?" he asked as he bent down to stroke Elrohir's face and added
a tender kiss.

Elrohir's breath hitched as he turned his head to the side,
capturing Elladan's lips in an eager kiss. Pulling back for air,
and only then did he breathe. "You Ella, only you. All you."
Pressing his face into the cool desk he knew he wasn't telling the
complete truth. Oh yes it was Ella behind him, Elladan pounding
into him, but he imagined Celeborn standing close, watching their
coupling as he pleasured himself.

***

Thankfully dinner had finally ended and Celeborn trudged down the
hall to his study. He hadn't had time all day to check on the
documents piling up there for his consideration and he hoped to
finish at least a couple tonight.

As he turned the doorknob he thought he'd heard moans from inside.
The light was dim and their backs were to him, but there was no
mistaking what was being done on his desk.

Elladan groaned and pushed even harder into his twin, his legs
spread slightly, braced against the force of his hips. His rear
cheeks clenching with each thrust, showing a faint dimple in each
round rump.

Outraged at the affront to his dignity, Celeborn stood in the
anteroom and shouted at the pair rutting on his desk. "How dare
you use my private chambers for this? Show your faces now."

Both twins gasped in horrified surprise. Oh they had planned for
their grandfather to see them together, they had planned to lure
Celeborn into their bed. But they had never, *ever* wanted the lord
to catch them like this. Not in his study, where he was stately and
dignified.

Pausing slowly, Elladan slowly pulled from his brother's body, his
cock glistening with precum and shining with oil as he turned
around, his twin following suit. Gripping Elladan's hand tightly,
Elrohir slowly tugged his twin forward, into the light so their
grandfather could see them clearly.

Ever since that day in the glade, Celeborn hadn't been able to
drive the image of Elladan and Elrohir entwined out of his mind
and now he was confronted with the real thing. He could see neither
had any shame about their love nor being exposed to his gaze and it
was some sight. Elladan rigid and glistening with oil, Elrohir
flushed red and radiating raw lust. The atmosphere was heady and
reeking of sex.

Sliding his hand down Elrohir's back to his ass, Elladan curled
his fingers around his twin, pulling Elrohir against his body in
a mockery of protection. Their bodies now flush together, arms
wrapped around the others waists as their cocks slid together,
pulsing and jerking with need.

Elrohir peered out from his twin's chest, questioning softly. "Are
you going to punish us?"

"I should. I know your parents would be appalled," Celeborn
ansor oor oor once truly puzzled about how to proceed. The breech
of manners was serious, yet he o rec recalled being filled with so
much desire for another that all common sense flew out of his
head.

"You should." Elladan parroted, his hands slipping to his twin's ass,
pulling him closer as he gently tightened his fingers, shifting
slightly so Elrohir's back was to their grandfather. His fingers
pulling the cheeks apart, letting Celeborn see the red-rimmed and
gaping hole. "But will you?"

Maybe it was the wine or the heat of a humid summer night or some
hidden weakness, but the sight of those well pounded cheeks was
making him uncomfortable. Swaying a bit on his feet, he loosened
his collar and stepped to the open window for some fresh air.

"Grandfather?" Elladan questioned softly, slipping two fingers
inside his brother, pumping slowly to keep his twin on the edge as
he backed closer. "Are you feeling all right?"

"It's nothing, just too much wine with dinner." Steeling himself
with resolve, Celeborn turned around to face them. "Leave now and
what happened will never be mentioned again." He could feel the
familiar stirrings beginning in his body and he had to get rid of
his grandsons before he shamed himself.

"Are you sure, Gratheather?" Elladan murmured softly, sliding two
more fingers inside, pulling Elrohir's entrance apart as far as
possible without tearing the delicate flesh. Moaning softly at his
twin's ans, ns, Elrohir turned to glance heatedly at Celeborn,
radiating need as he waited for an answer to his brother's
question.

He might be damned for even thinking it, but as he looked at
Elrohir's waiting entrance, he wanted nothing more than to fill it,
ride him until he begged for mercy. And soon his thoughts betrayed
him when the expectant expressions on their faces told of the
erection even formal robes couldn't hide.

"You look hot, Grandfather," Elladan said huskily, pul the the
cheeks even further apart. "You should not wear such heavy robes on
such a hot night."

Elrohir nodded in agreement, though his movements were shaky. "Nay
. . . it is not a wise thing to do." Voice trembling with need,
he was unable to help pushing backwards, sliding his twin's fingers
inside his body.

Celeborn was indeed hot, but taking off his outer robe would only
further expose his predicament to those lascivious eyes taunting
him. How could they be so brazen, so confident? As if they knew
how much this sight was inflaming him, making him want to walk up,
take them both in turn. Elrohir was already well stretched and it
take no effort at all to bury himself deep into that welcoming
hole. Elladan might not be yet, but no doubt he would enjoy being
plowed hard and fast.

"Come, Brother," Elladan murmured softly. "Let us dress and
leave."
Sliding his fingers from his twin's grasping body, he moved
towards his pile of clothes, his hands and buttocks leaning against
the desk as he smiled at his twin.

Elrohir smiled at his brother and knowing what was required of him,
he splayed his legs slightly, bending at the waist to grab one of
his twin's boots. His rear cheeks pulling apart easily, his
entrance still gaping, grasping with need for something to fill it.
And his flesh hung thickly between his legs, weeping steadily.

Breathing raggedly now, Celeborn couldn't tear his eyes from the
ass being offered to him. He could see the need in Elrohir's eyes,
in his dripping member begging for a hand to take it. *This isn't
right* a small voice somewhere in the distance murmured, but all he
knew was that his flesh ached to be united with that before him.
Finally, taking a deep breath, he said, "I don't care", then
crossed the room in an instant and grabbed the firmly muscled
behind.

Elladan smiled wickedly, his head tilting towards the side,
challenge in his eyes for Celeborn to complete his desire. Sliding
his hands through Elrohir's hair, he guided the mouth towards his
cock, hearing and feeling his twin start to slurp the throbbing
length. "Do it, Grandfather," he urged breathily, rubbing his
twin's shoulders. "Fuck him."

Tossing off his outer robe and opening his breeches, Celeborn
quickly freed an impressive erection. Elladan's eyes went wide,
he had never seen his grandfather naked, and envied Elrohir for
what he was about to receive.

"You are a wanton boy, Elrohir," Celeborn murmured as he readied
himself. Then with a single push, he buried himself deeply,
forcing the body in front of him against his brother.

Elrohir pressed his hands against his brother's hips, choking on
his twin's cock and his own scream. Feeling his body tear slightly
around the massive erection.

Elladan cooed softly, his lips curving as he saw his brother's wide
eyes, slackening mouth, Elrohir's muscles spasming, nearly gagging
around his flesh. Before easing Elrohir's head back, guiding his
twin to brace against the table as he moved behind Celeborn.

Dropping to his knees behind his grandfather, Elladan pushed the
soft clothes out of his way before sliding his hands over the firm
ass. Parting the cheeks before leaning forward, sliding his tongue
over the tight hole.

"Oh no, you don't", Celeborn turned his head to Elladan, "You'll
have your turn when I'm finished with your brother. Now sit over
there." Then he took Elrohir's cock and stroked in perfect time
with his rapid thrusting.

"Nay," Elladan breathed softly, his eyes turning cloudy with lust
as he speared his tongue once inside before again lapping around
the hole. "You will have your turn, Grandfather. But first I will
have mine with you."

Elrohir gasped softly, fighting hard not to come at the first touch
to his cock. It was hard, *he* was hard, Elbereth so hard... but he
did not want it to end so soon.

"Was I more than you expected, little one?" Celeborn taunted as he
rammed Elrohir yet again. "In future, you should be careful what you
ask for."

Sealing his lips around Celeborn's entrance, Elladan quickly though
carefully prepared the slender body with his tongue. Thrusting in
and out in a parody of coupling that was sure to drive his
grandfather closer to the edge.

Elrohir near screamed again, his forehead resting against the desk
as he braced himself for the brutal pounding. Lifted nearly off the
ground with each savage, demanding thrust Celeborn gave him.

Reaching down, Celeborn took Elladan by the arm and pushed him to
the side. "I told you to stop. Now sit qui or or you shall get
nothing at all tonight." Celeborn was used tmmanmmand and knew
when and how to bend others to his will.

Elladan nearly whimpered, wishing desperately to take his
grandfather. To feel Celeborn give up his precious control and
writhe against him like all was lost if he did not come. But seeing
Elrohir in the state he was in, he knew he wanted that as well. And
he wouldn't risk Celeborn ignoring him.

Almost pouting, Elladan climbed to his feet, moving back towards
the desk, sliding between his brother's arms to hop onto the
mahogany. Guiding his twin's mouth back to his shaft.

"A good idea, I approve," Celeborn nodded as Elladan put his
brother to work. "We'll wring Elrohir dry, then you may have your
turn," Celeborn said, then returned his attention to the body
impaled on him. Elrohir was shaking and he himself was aflame
with passion. They'd taunted him, made him want them, and by the
Valar it had worked. Even as he felt guilt and shame, the lust
driving him on was stronger.

Whimpering and moaning, Elrohir slurped his brother's flesh, his
eyes begging as he gazed up at his twin. His body shaking,
shuddering with barely suppressed control, muscles quivering with
exertion as he held himself upwards.

"Thrust, Grandfather," Elladan murmured softly, sliding his hands
under his twin's chest, ruthlessly tweaking the tight nipples.
"Fuck him hard. Open him wider than he's ever been before.

"That I will. I can tell you're loving this, Elrohir," Celeborn
teased as he ran his fingers though the dark hair. "Haven't you
ever wondered why I was named Silver Tree? Back then, your
grandmother couldn't get enough of me."

Elrohir whimpered softly, continuing to plead with his twin as his
knees started to shake, weakly working Elladan's cock between his
lips. Elladan tsked softly, picking the tight buds again. "Don't
worry, Rohir. You'll soon be lifted off the floor. Just have a
little patience."

Celeborn pushed harder and harder as his orgasm approached. He
knew he was tearing Elrohir now, bruising him with strong fingers
clamped on his hips, but the lad had asked for it. When it finally
hit him, lights exploded in his eyes and he practically lifted
Elrohir upon the desk with the force of his release.

Elrohir screamed around his brother's sex, his back arching as he
felt Celeborn's seed spurting against his prostate. A constant
pressure until he himself came. Harder than any other time in his
life, harder than he ever thought he would again. Harder than he
had ever thought possible. Elladan groaned softly, feeling small
strands of Elrohir's seed against his calf, binding them together
with stick strands.

Breathing hard, Celeborn ran his hand fondly along Elrohir, then
gently stepped back. As he pulled away, a small bit of cum and
blood leaked from Elrohir's now gaping hole. "You were a fine
ride. When I've had time to recover, we'll see if your brother
matches up."

Elrohir, tears falling from his eyes, slid to the floor, panting
heavily as he leaned against his knees. Desperately trying to
regain his composure, only absently hearing hrandrandfather's
words.

Elladan laughed softly, wrapping his hand around his rock hard sex,
stroking slowly as he glanced at Celeborn. "So old, Grandfather . .
. how long until you can recuperate?"

"Bold as your brother, aren't you?" Celeborn laughed. "He doesn't
have much cockiness left now."

Elladan smiled down at his twin, ruffling his hair affectionately,
love plain in his eyes even as he teased his twin. "Elrohir always
was too easily fucked. I assure you, Grandfather, I can take much
more than he."

"Hmm, are you sure? Elrohir thought he could handle me and now
he's whimpering." Then he walked over to Elladan and took one of
his long braids in hand. "But now that I think about it, I believe
you might."

Sliding his hands over Celeborn's sides, he stroked the firm flank,
pulling his grandfather closer as he did so. Their bodies now
flush together as he moved closer to the edge. "You should,"
Elladan purred softly, "because I can take anything you can g me. me."

"Then let's find someplace more comfortable. That divan over there
should do," Celeborn indicated a small chaise he often used for
rest when his duties were wearing on him.

Smiling sweetly, Elladan rubbed against his grandfather's body as
he stood, backing both of them towards the furniture in question.
Pushing Celeborn down once they had reached it, before sliding onto
his lap.

"Not quite what I had in mind," Celeborn said as he twisted from
underneath Elladan. "Since you say you can take more, you're going
to get my *full* attention." Then he reached for the closures on
his inner robe and one by one undid them. Tossing it aside, he
further loosened his breeches, and stepped out of them, tall and
even more imposing in his nakedness.

Elladan groaned softly, staring directly into his grandfather's
face after watching him strip with lusty eyes. Once those
garments had been tossed aside, he leaned closer, drawing patterns
on Celeborn's abdomen with his tongue. His hands and fingers
sliding along the backs of his thighs, stroking the smooth skin.

Moaning softly at those wicked lips, Celeborn remained still and
let Elladan proceed. With Elrohir there'd been no time for
foreplay, his need was too great, but he'd missed simple pleasures
such as this. Elladan's tongue was most talented as he traced
seductive patterns on the warm skin.

Peering up at Celeborn through lowered lashes, Elladan swirled his
tongue around his grandfather's navel, slipping inside. His hands
were none too still either, cupping pow powerful ass in his hands,
squeezing the rounded globes.

Luxuriating in the touch, Celeborn sighed. This was what he'd seen
in Galadriel's mirror and from that moment, part of him had wanted
to feel those very hands doing just this. Reaching for Elladan,
he lifted him and backed him into the divan. He'd ride this one
long and slow until there was no thought left in his head but
coming by his grandfather's hand.

Elladan purred softly and stretched out over the soft furniture,
feeling the cushions mold to his body, supporting him as he spread
his legs. "Show me what you can do," he purred huskily.

Kneeling, Celeborn joined him on the divan and kissed him, his
mouth demanding and teasing. Then he leaned over and ran his
tongue along the side of Elladan's neck, then upward to trace the
outline of his ear.

Sighing softly, Elladan slid his legs up, wrapping them around
Celeborn's waist as he turned his head to the side, offering his
skin up to be tasted. To be explored by those lips and tongue.

"You have an interesting taste. I must sample Elrohir later to
compare," Celeborn mused as he toyed with the other ear. Blowing
gently on the wet flesh as Elladan stretched beneath like a cat on
a warm rail in the sun. Running his hands along the taut muscles
beneath him, teasing the nipples into full attention.

"One would think," Elladan panted heavily, rubbing hard ard cock
against Celeborn's taut abdomen. "That this would be a . . .
one-time thing . . . seeing how long it took for you to fuck your
. . . grandsons."

That stopped Celeborn dead. Pulling back, he looked at himself,
Elrohir weakly resting behind his brother, and Elladan smirking
beneath him. This should have been anathema to hyet yet the
desire and lust they'd stirred in him was the strongest he'd felt
in years. And as the rational part of his brain concluded, he'd
long passed the point of no return. There wasn'y poy point in
stopping now, he'd been with both of them and later he would pay
with guilt. So he might as well make the most of situation and
give them all what they wanted.

Letting his grandfather debate within himself, Elladan twisted
slightly, holding himself up on his elbow as he glanced at his
twin, shifting upwards to kiss him lightly. Assuring himself that
Elrohir was all right.

Despite Elladan's somewhat callous treatment sometimes, Elrohir
knew his twin cared. He knew that Elladan would do anything for
him, no matter what it was or for what reason. Elrohir only had to
ask and it was done. And knowing that, he smiled against his
twin's lips, murmuring his love for his elder brother.

His mind settled, Celeborn bent back to his task. He'd drive
Elladan crazy with lust, but deny him consummation for as long as
possible. He'd learned from past lovers that delaying release
this way intensified it many times when it finally happened.
Elladan would be begging before he was finished.

Breath hitching against his twin's mouth, Elladan slowly turned
back to his grandfather, caressing his brother's cheek a final time
before sliding his hands over Celeborn's shoulders. "Fuck me,
Grandfather," he purred softly. "Know that the best lovers come
from your loins."

"I would expect nothing less. You're from a great line." Smiling,
Celeborn bent to kiss Elladan deeply. "Elrohir, go into my bedroom
and look in the chest by the bed. Bring me the bottle from the top
drawer." While waiting, he reached for a cushion that had been
knocked to the floor and slid it underneath Elladan's ass to better
the angle. "I was too rough with Elrohir, I don't want to hurt
you."

Elladan nodded and winced in sympathy as Elrohir slid Celeborn's
robes around his shoulders before moving stiffly towards the door.
Turning back to Celeborn, he stroked the smooth cheek. "I'll pamper
him tonight. He deserves it after what you gave him."

Elrohir soon returned, bottle in hand and handed it to his
grandfather. Looking at his awd mod movements, Celeborn cursed
himself for leg hig his lust overrule common sense. "Pour yourself
a glass of that liqueur by the bookcase. It's a restorative and
will make you feel much better." Once he saw Elrohir settled, he
returned his attention to Elladan. Opening the bottle, he poured
out an iridescent liquid and coated himself. Then he poured more
in his palm and dipping his fingers, gently applied some to Elladan
who hissed in delight. "This mixture isn't like ordinary oil. It
warms and tingles at the same time."

"Where did you find it?" Elladan gasped, writhing beneath his
grandfather as his nipples were tweaked with oil coated fingers.
Making his skin tighten and throb in delight as the lamps Elrohir
lit around the room cast light on his features, making parts of his
body glisten like a virgin sacrifice.

"One of the many wonders of Lorien. A healer was mixing salves
and accidentally came up with this. Sex is part of life and
anything tenhaenhances it is of great value here." Then he traced
a path down Elladan's abdomen and smiled as the muscles tightened
in his wake.

"Elbereth," Elladan panted, arching back to press into his
grandfather's hands, feeling that delightful oil tingle its way
through his body. Reaching its tendrils out until a coil of need
furled in his belly. "You will . . . have to . . .give us t-the . . .
ingredients . . . to t-take home."

"I'll have him make a special batch just for you. It only takes a
small amount so it should last until your next visit." Then
reaching for the last bit in his palm, Celeborn recoated his
fingers and gently applied it to Elladan's waiting entrance,
carefully reaching inside and coating him thoroughly.

Arching, Elladan thrust down, his body immediately starting to ride
his grandfather's fingers. The oil that coated Celeborn's digits
made him writhe in need far quicker than normal preparation would.
And he desperately needed Celeborn, desperately needed to come.

"Ah, you're eager little one. That's one of the nicest effects of
this balm," Celeborn murmured as he stretched Elladan further.
His grandson was tight with anticipation, clenching at the fingers
with abandon. Withdrawing them, Celeborn lifted Elladan's legs and
moved closer. "Are you ready?"

Elladan nodded eagerly, his hands sliding through Celeborn's hair
as his long legs wound around Celeborn's waist. "Take me,
Grandfather," he breathed needily, tightening his legs. "Fuck me
like you did Elrohir. Until I can't walk, can't talk and can
barely breathe."

Grinning, Celeborn positioned himself at Elladan's entrance, then
plunged in completely. With ordinary oil, he would stop to allow
his partner to relax more, but with this salve it wasn't needed.
Even so, he was larger than most and Elladan gasped sharply.

"Elbereth," whi whimpered, quivering underneath the strong, slender
body. Unable to believe he had taken Celeborn's massive cock
de hde his body without pain. Oh he would have done it no matter
what, no matter how raw he was afterwards, or how much pain
infused his ass later. But Elbereth he was glad he would be
able to walk when this was done. "Ai . . . Grandfather . . . more
. . . please."

Celeborn slowly began to rock back and forth,efuleful to graze the
sensitive gland inside only part of the time. He wanted to tease
Elladan, toy with him, not push him over the edge until the mom was was right.

Gasping in surprise, Elladan continued to lift his hips upwards as
he glanced behind him. A harsh shudder wracking his body as he
moaned sharply, seeing his brother kneeling behind him. His own
wrists were pressed flat against the soft cushions and spread out
now, he was as vulnerable as his twin was minutes before.

"It seems your brother has recovered," Celeborn chuckled as he
continued to rock back and forth.

Elrohir smiled impishly. "I'm sure I will require pampering later,
but I can still hold him steady while you fuck him."

"And have a little fun yourself in the process?" Celeborn added.
"All that rocking against you should be quite stimulating."

Gasping in surprise, Elladan continued to lift his hips even as he
glanced behind him. A harsh shudder wracking his body as Elrohir
lifted him up, worming beneath his body until they lay flush
together. Elrohir groaned softly, feeling Celeborn's thrusts push
his brother's ass against his aroused flesh.

"Both of you at once? That is a novelty. I've have to use all my
tricks," Celeborn leered with a deep throaty laugh. Stretching
his hand, he ran it in slow patterns along Elladan's abdomen.
Every time he disturbed the salve, it grew warm and tingly again.

Elladan cried out with each thrust of his grandfather's hips, with
each stroke of those long, strong fingers. His hands fluttering
desperately for something to cling to, settling for his twin's
shoulders, smashing his lips to Elrohir's as they moaned unison.

"I think I should do something for your brother as well. Don't
you agree, Elladan?" Celeborn purred as a delicious idea crossed
his mind.

Elladan pulled his mouth away, nodding as he frantically gulped
for His His body was hot to the touch and tingling where Celeborn
had rubbed the oil.

"Lift him up, Elrohir," Celeborn directed as he poured more of
the balm into his hand. Then leaning forward himself, he thickly
spread the oil on Elrohir's now exposed chest, abdomen, and loins.
"You may let him back now." Then he began pumping away vigorously
and watched Elrohir's expression change as the friction from his
brother rubbing against him made the oil come to life.

Elrohir could feel tears of frustration come to his eyes, his
twin's body rubbing against his own, burning him with desire as
that firm, wide-spread ass pressed against his hard flesh.

Elladan gasped, feeling the residual oil seep from his brother's
chest to his back, his body fighting to keep up with the need and
desire in his body. Realizing suddenly that his grandfather was
torturing them both, with trembling fingers he reached forward and
poured a bit of oil onto his shaking hands before rubbing it over
Celeborn's chest.

Gradually Celeborn picked up the pace, thrusting into Elladan and
stroking his rigirigid cock at the same time. "Will you come for
me?" he asked as he licked his lips.

Screaming Celeborn's name at the second stroke, Elladan bucked
violently, grinding against his twin every time his hips sank
down. Seed spurting from his cock, sliding down Celeborn's hand
like a obscene waterfall.

At that very moment, Celeborn stopped cold. Not a thrust, not a
stroke, nothing to push Elladan to completion. "I thought you
said you could take more," he challenged. "Elrohir lasted much
longer."

Panting heavily, Elladan summoned the last of his strength,
despising the scorn in Celeborn's eyes, faked or not. Pushing at
his grandfather's shoulders until the eldar lay flat on his back,
he rose up, taking Celeborn back inside as he started to ride the
eldar.

Surprised at the sudden turn of events, but secretly pleased that
Elladan still had the spirit to fight back, Celeborn grabbed him
by the hips and held him motionless.

Leaning down, lips by Celeborn's ear, Elladan whispered softly. "I
know why you won't let us take control. You're afraid . . . you
know you couldn't handle it for as long as you'd like. Two wild,
fuckable grandchildren and you'd come in seconds."

"You think so?" Celeborn taunted. "I'm not some trembling maid
who's putty in your hands."

"Of course not," he purred softly, letting his tongue delve inside
Celeborn's ear. "You're a tremblingar war who is scared to let
himself feel everything he can."

Laughing softly, Celeborn let go of the other. "If you believe
that, then do your best. Elrohir, you join him. Both of you, show
me just how much you can do."

Purring softly, Elladan leaned back, riding his grandfather with
smooth movements, waiting until his grandfather got used to the
sensations before changing the tempo. Elrohir groaned softly and
slid onto his stomach, using his tongue and teeth to work
Celeborn's thighs, teasing the sweet skin with talent.

Sighing, Celeborn laid back and let himself savor their attentions.
Only a handful of his past lovers had ever taken such had ever
taken such liberties and he found himself entranced by the idea of
simply lying there and letting them do all thrk, rk, freeing him to
think only of the way *he* felt.

Sliding around his twin, Elrohir retrieved the bottle of oil,
applying more to his grandfather's chest and thighs. Massaging it
deep before putting his tongue to use, bringing out the near
burning sensation. His fingers put to work again, sliding two flat
against Celeborn's cock, making him feel more heat as the thick
flesh absorbed the remaining oil.

The balm was warming him delightfully and reaching for Elrohir's
hand, Celeborn linked them and rubbed himself to increase the
sensation. Elladan was dutifully rising and falling, trying his
best to beat him. Trying to force him to come quickly.

Gripping Celeborn's hand, Elrohir pushed it away, sliding his head
lower. His tongue licking his grandfather's sac, gently nibbling
over the skin before taking each inside.

At that Celeborn arched his back and clenched Elladan so tightly
he couldn't move. Yet, still no sign of the utter loss of control
Elladan wanted so badly.

Elrohir nearly rolled his eyes, slowly abandoning the saliva slick
balls, to slide around his twin, nuzzling Celeborn's neck as he
breathed softly. "You're not giving up control . . . how can we
work you if you won't let us move?"

"Elladan thinks he can force me do as he wills," Celeborn said as
he stared intently at the other. "I can see it in his eyes, his
mind. He doesn't realize that all he has to do is *ask*."

"All he has to do?" Elrohir repeated, pinching his grandfather's
nipples as he licked the strong neck. "What if he wanted to fuck
you?"

"There's only one way to find out isn't there? But it means
Elladan would have to seek permission, not simply take what he
wants." Then Celeborn looked at Elladan intently, "And that's a
control issue for you, isn't it?"

Elrohir slid his hand over Celeborn's chest as he met his twin's
eyes. "It is," he murmured softly. "Elladan always took from me,
he knew I loved it. He knew everything I had was his to take, for
him only if he wished it."

"But you must truly ask Elladan, not just say the words to get
what you want," Celeborn quietly explained. Pride could be a
dangerous thing and as much as he loved his grandson, he could
see that the lad tended to think only of himself.

"You must know that, Brother," Elrohir agreed softly, pressing
gentle kisses to Celeborn's shoulders, sliding his arms around the
slender chest, as he stroked smooth sides. "You know what I want
and how to give it to me . . . but sometimes it feels wonderful to
be asked."

Celeborn gently placed his hand on Elrohir's and wrapped it in his
own. But unlike before, this time it wasn't a display of control,
but of affection and love. Then he waited for Elladan's answer to
both their questions.

Elladan swallowed tightly, feeling his heart rise until it was
almost choking him. He had never known his twin felt that way and
he felt horrible. How could he not have known? How could he have
been so selfish as to only take?

"It isn't hard if you love someone," Celeborn added in the same
soothing voice he used when comforting them after nightmares
they'd had as children. "Isn't Elrohir worth it?"

Elladan nodded slowly, gray eyes moving to his twin's. "He's worth
anything . . . everything. He's all I've ever wanted, the only one
I could ever love."

"Love isn't something to take for granted. Not everyone is lucky
enough to find it so whenever you do, you must hold it close. Not
to show ownership, but because it is something to be treasured,"
Celeborn finished as Elladan reached for Elrohir's hand.

Taking his grandfather's words to heart, Elladan turned to his
brother. "I love you, Rohir," he breathed softly, leaning forward
to capture his brother's lips in a tender kiss. "With all my heart
and soul."

Elrohir returned the kiss, then leaned back against Celeborn.
He'd thought Grandfather had been harsh with them, toying, but now
he saw there had been a purpose to it. A lesson wrapped in what
had seemed merely pleasures of the flesh.

Lowering his head to Celeborn's shoulder, Elladan placed a few soft
kisses on his throat, before starting to ride again. He wanted to
take his grandfather yes, but after this, for right now, he only
wanted to offer pleasure. Pleased to see the change, Celeborn
relaxed and opened himself freely.

Smiling at his brother's declaration, Elrohir rose up to his knees,
sliding around his twin's form, laving his back and shoulders with
tender attention. Celeborn pushed against Elladan, urging him on
as Elrohir trailed fingers along his thigh.

Sliding his hand between Celeborn's legsrohirohir palmed the heavy
balls, feeling them tighten, drawing closer to the eldar's body.
Elladan groaned softly, leaning back against his twin as he rode
his grandfather to completion.

At that, Celeborn reached for Elladan's cock and stroked it
rapidly. He could tell he was about to come and decided to take
Elladan with him as well. Elladan cried out, arching back as he
thrust into his grandfather's hand, barely managing to balance as
he rode Celeborn hard and fast. Feeling the seed start to spurt
inside his body as he himself released.

Elrohir bucked against his twin, feeling Elladan's body writhe and
shudder against his own. Sinking his teeth into the pale shoulders,
he came hard, spilling against his twin's back before collapsing
heavily.

As Elladan wilted against him, Celeborn extended a hand to
Elrohir. "Join us." Then as Elrohir laid beside them, Celeborn
wrapped his arms around each and pulled them close. They were his
treasures and tonight was one he'd hold dear for as long as Arda
stood.

The End