ERESTOR/GLORFINDEL: WHAT WEBS WE WEAVE
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,088
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Glorfindel stood, his back leaning against the stone wall of the armory in Imladris. Bent over at the waist, one knee raised with his foot against the wall, he was intent on lacing his boot and did not see the other Elf approach.
When he felt a hand lift the heavy curtain of hair from his face, Glorfindel started and dropped his foot to the ground, the boot half-laced and beginning to fall off. “Erestor! What –“, he began to exclaim in surprise, but a slender finger held to his lips silenced him.
“Shh. I have decided to forgive you. For now,” whispered Erestor, and moved closer, pinning Glorfindel’s body to the wall. With both hands pressed to Glorfindel’s chest, Erestor lifted his head so that his lips could seek contact with those of the warrior.
Glorfindel chose not to resist. It would have been easy for the heavier Elf to wrest himself away from Erestor’s clutches, but he let his lips part, and Erestor’s tongue slip between them. While they exchanged an intimate kiss, tongues touching and tasting each other, Erestor raised his thigh to press against Glorfindel’s groin. Both hands slid below Glorfindel’s tunic, pulling it up to his chest, and they circled his nipples in exploring caresses. Slowly, Erestor dropped his hands down the length of the warrior’s torso, stroking silky flesh as his fingers descended, and slid beneath Glorfindel’s waistband.
“Ahh,” Glorfindel gasped as one hand delved below to find its prize, while the other deftly unstrung the lacings of the blond Elf’s leggings.
“Ai!” cried Glorfindel as Erestor’s hand found its intended target and began to stroke it with slow, sensuous touches. When the ties were undone, Erestor began to pull the leggings down past Glorfindel’s thighs.
“Erestor! No! Someone will come!” moaned Glorfindel and writhed beneath his lover’s caresses and strokes. Strands of golden hair stuck to the stones and his unlaced boot tumbled off. Erestor paid no attention to his pleas and continued to press Glorfindel against the wall, pulling one arm up against the stones and wrestling with the sleeve of his lover’s tunic, trying to pull the garment up and over Glorfindel’s head.
Suddenly, they heard voices, as Elrond was leading a group of visiting Elves around the corner of the building. “I would like to show you the bellwether operation of our fighting unit, led by our most powerful warrior and leader, Glorfindel.”
Elrond and his visitors halted in surprise. The sight that greeted them was that of a disheveled warrior pinned to the wall by Elrond’s chief loremaster, whose knee was held against Glorfindel’s naked groin, the warrior’s leggings drawn down to his knees, wearing one boot, his chest exposed, his tunic being pulled over his head and both arms held upward against the stonework by Erestor’s outstretched hands.
Glorfindel stood, his back leaning against the stone wall of the armory in Imladris. Bent over at the waist, one knee raised with his foot against the wall, he was intent on lacing his boot and did not see the other Elf approach.
When he felt a hand lift the heavy curtain of hair from his face, Glorfindel started and dropped his foot to the ground, the boot half-laced and beginning to fall off. “Erestor! What –“, he began to exclaim in surprise, but a slender finger held to his lips silenced him.
“Shh. I have decided to forgive you. For now,” whispered Erestor, and moved closer, pinning Glorfindel’s body to the wall. With both hands pressed to Glorfindel’s chest, Erestor lifted his head so that his lips could seek contact with those of the warrior.
Glorfindel chose not to resist. It would have been easy for the heavier Elf to wrest himself away from Erestor’s clutches, but he let his lips part, and Erestor’s tongue slip between them. While they exchanged an intimate kiss, tongues touching and tasting each other, Erestor raised his thigh to press against Glorfindel’s groin. Both hands slid below Glorfindel’s tunic, pulling it up to his chest, and they circled his nipples in exploring caresses. Slowly, Erestor dropped his hands down the length of the warrior’s torso, stroking silky flesh as his fingers descended, and slid beneath Glorfindel’s waistband.
“Ahh,” Glorfindel gasped as one hand delved below to find its prize, while the other deftly unstrung the lacings of the blond Elf’s leggings.
“Ai!” cried Glorfindel as Erestor’s hand found its intended target and began to stroke it with slow, sensuous touches. When the ties were undone, Erestor began to pull the leggings down past Glorfindel’s thighs.
“Erestor! No! Someone will come!” moaned Glorfindel and writhed beneath his lover’s caresses and strokes. Strands of golden hair stuck to the stones and his unlaced boot tumbled off. Erestor paid no attention to his pleas and continued to press Glorfindel against the wall, pulling one arm up against the stones and wrestling with the sleeve of his lover’s tunic, trying to pull the garment up and over Glorfindel’s head.
Suddenly, they heard voices, as Elrond was leading a group of visiting Elves around the corner of the building. “I would like to show you the bellwether operation of our fighting unit, led by our most powerful warrior and leader, Glorfindel.”
Elrond and his visitors halted in surprise. The sight that greeted them was that of a disheveled warrior pinned to the wall by Elrond’s chief loremaster, whose knee was held against Glorfindel’s naked groin, the warrior’s leggings drawn down to his knees, wearing one boot, his chest exposed, his tunic being pulled over his head and both arms held upward against the stonework by Erestor’s outstretched hands.