Want

Title: Want
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Beta: None
Chapter: 3/3
Pairings: Erestor/Rúmil/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: SMUTTY SMUTTY SMUT SMUT…SRSLY. Shameless, dirty porn.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Glorfindel gets some.
A/N: I wrote this for my own benefit. I just thought I would share.


Glorfindel walked slowly and reluctantly into Erestor and Rúmil’s apartments. Honestly, what had he been thinking? There were so many things that could, and probably would, go wrong in the presence of these two elves. Rúmil left Glorfindel and Erestor in the front room and disappeared into the bedroom.

Erestor guided Glorfindel to an intimate setting. A long sofa was situated in front of the fire. Warm and fluffy furs were draped invitingly over the back, and a low table sat between the sofa and fire. On the table, a chess board was set up for play, and three glasses as well as a bottle of expensive looking wine sat next to the board. The whole scene was very contrived, and Glorfindel was becoming more nervous with every moment.

Erestor and Glorfindel eased themselves into the comfortable couch, and Erestor poured the wine into the glasses. He offered Glorfindel his glass and the captain took a large gulp without even stopping to sniff the fine vintage first. Erestor smirked and swirled his wine while he watched the whirls form on the sides of the glass. He brought the glass to his nose and breathed deeply. He closed his eyes and purred in pleasure. The dark elf had an affinity for the smell of wine, even more so than the taste. Erestor took a delicate sip of the dark red and groaned sensually.

Glorfindel tossed back the second half of his glass and poured himself another. “Do you have anything stronger?”

Erestor was about to reply, but Rúmil chose that moment to make his entrance from the bedroom. He was draped in a sheer robe that showed glimpses of naked skin underneath. Glorfindel was very, very thankful that the silver-haired elf still wore soft, unlaced leggings underneath the robe. The silver vixen smiled and said charmingly, “I just thought I would slip into to something more comfortable.”

Erestor choked on a laugh and rolled his eyes. How much more cliché could his lover get? Rúmil sat on the opposite side of Glorfindel from Erestor so the blond was sandwiched in between them. Erestor stood once Rúmil was seated and fetched Glorfindel a strong draught of whiskey.

“So, white or black?” asked Erestor as he handed the tumbler to the flustered captain.

Glorfindel stopped in mid drink and gave Erestor a confused look. “Huh?” was his intelligent response.

“Chess, my friend. Would you like to be white or black? It is only fair that you pick as you are our guest.”

“Uh…black.”

Erestor smiled charmingly. “Good, now we can begin the game.”

“Oh, yes,” grinned Rúmil. “The game begins.”

Glorfindel felt much like a lowly pawn that was about to be rooked.

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Erestor was glad that Glorfindel was a happy drunk.

Rúmil was hoping that Glorfindel would be a horny drunk.

Glorfindel was hoping that the equipment worked when he was drunk.

Several tumblers of whiskey later, Glorfindel was in a much better mood. He felt very happy, somewhat hazy, and the two little elves he was sitting in between were very, very pretty.

At some point in the evening, Rúmil had started playing the black pieces that should have been moved by Glorfindel. It has started with a, “Here, do this…” and now the game was between Rúmil and Erestor. The silver-haired vixen had to lean very close to Glorfindel to reach the board, and he had to practically lay on him to reach the opposite side of the checkered wood. Without recognizing what he was doing, Glorfindel drew the small elf onto his lap.

Rúmil gasped, enjoying the sensation of being held close to the large body. Erestor smirked and abandoned the game. The dark elf kneeled on the sofa next to Glorfindel and drew close to press against the blond and his lover. “Isn’t he pretty, my lord?” Erestor whispered into Glorfindel’s ear. “I promise he tastes as good has he looks.” The dark councilor leaned forward to coax his lover into a deep, tongue filled kiss. Rúmil moaned deeply at the taste of Erestor mixed with the wine from earlier.

Glorfindel, teased beyond his ability to resist, joined the kiss. Tongues and lips tangled three ways, and it couldn’t have been better.

Big, callused hands pushed aside Rúmil’s shear robe, letting the material bunch at the archer’s elbows. Glorfindel dipped his head down and licked at a pale nipple. Erestor smirked as his lover moaned. “Don’t you want him?” the darkling murmured. “He’s so hot and sweet inside. He’s so fucking tight, he squeezes your cock until you feel like you’re going to die.”

Glorfindel groaned deeply, burying his face in the crook of Rúmil’s neck. “Yes. Yes, please.”

Erestor chuckled. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He slipped behind Rúmil to pull the robe the rest of the way off, while simultaneously pushing the coffee table out of the way. Next came the pants, which were more difficult to maneuver off the long, toned legs. Once Rúmil’s last piece of clothing lay piled on the floor, the silverette fully straddled Glorfindel’s lap. His bow roughened hands slid down Glorfindel’s shirt to the laces of his breeches. Rúmil made quick work of the lacing.

“Dear sweet blessed Valar,” he said reverently. He pulled out the thick, pulsing cock trapped within the confines of soft leather. It was not only long, but wide. Thicker than his wrist at the base, and the head…by all that’s holy he didn’t think he could even get it in his mouth.

Erestor made a sound of pure want as he gazed over Rúmil’s shoulder at the…the…there was no appropriate word for the glorious cock he was lusting after.

Rúmil slid from the blond’s lap to kneel on the floor and bury his face in Glorfindel’s crotch. Erestor joined him.

Glorfindel let out the barely strangled sound of a scream while two sets of mouths went to work on his cock. Two sets of hands rid him of the pants to gain access to every inch of skin. Their hands grasped and massaged muscular legs, the hard muscles clenching and relaxing in turn. He put one hand on each eager head, fingers curling in locks of black and silver. Watching as their tongues licked and sucked along his length, he started guiding their heads with a strong grip on their hair. Glorfindel pushed and pulled them where he wanted them, the two pretty little men working whole-heartedly at the hot, hard flesh.

The blond pulled Erestor up from his place on the floor to engage him in a kiss full of lips and saliva. The darkling’s mouth was wet and lips swollen from working at his cock. Glorfindel used his hold in Rúmil’s hair to guide the silverette’s mouth around the tip, forcing the fat head of it into the widely stretched lips. He could barely fit it inside, the harsh scrape of teeth on delicate skin caused him to hiss into Erestor’s enthusiastic mouth. Rúmil whimpered, breathing heavily from his nose and laving the soft skin he had access to.

Glorfindel broke away from Erestor to watch his cock stretch pretty pink lips wide. He pulled out of Rúmil’s mouth, and the archer moaned brokenly at the loss.

With a slight pull at Erestor’s hair, Glorfindel commanded, “Get your clothes off.”

Erestor obeyed, gasping a little at the forceful tone to Glorfindel’s words. His clothes were shed so quickly he hardly remembered removing them. He knelt on the floor next to Rúmil, both of them staring up at Glorfindel in worship and awe, like he was their God.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Glorfindel admitted, not wanting to fuck this up.

Erestor placed his hand on Glorfindel’s knee, looking up longingly. “We’ll do anything. Do whatever you want.”

Rumil kissed the inside of Glorfindel’s thigh. “Tell us what you want. Please.”

He looked from one to the other, unable to form coherent thoughts other than want. “Erestor,” he said, panting, “Prepare Rúmil while I watch. I want him nice and slick when he sits on my cock.”

Rúmil moaned and Erestor dove for the oil he had hidden under the sofa. Who knew the uptight Seneschal had such a filthy mouth? Erestor took the lid off of the pot and placed his fingers inside to thoroughly coat them. Glorfindel leaned back to watch as the dark haired, pale skinned creature slipped behind the silver haired nymph. Rúmil knelt, spreading his knees wide and leaning forward onto his elbows.

Erestor licked the puckered hole first, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He stabbed the tip of the slick muscle as hard as he could against the spasming hole and managed to taste the inside of his lover before he pulled back and replaced his tongue with a long finger. It sunk inside easily, this kind of play normal for them. Rúmil moaned and rocked backward, urging Erestor to add another finger.

The second and third digits slid inside one after the other. They twisted and pulled, loosening the muscle. Erestor pulled all of his fingers out to dip inside the pot again. Three fingers went back into the clenching hole and the darkling worked his pinky inside as well. Rúmil made a sound of questioning, moaning at the pleasure but also worrying that it could be too much. Erestor bent over, covering his lover as much as he could in this position.

“I have to loosen you up, love,” Erestor said, biting along the silverette’s backbone. “He’ll tear you apart if you’re too tight.”

Glorfindel couldn’t believe his luck. They were beautiful, sexy, and his at least for this night. Small, lithe bodies wrapped around each other in the light of the fire. It almost made him wish he had two cocks.

Erestor eventually pulled his fingers out, pressing one last, hard massage to Rúmil’s hot spot. The archer shuddered hard, panting and waiting and raw. Erestor stood up for a moment to pull down the furs from the back of the couch so they covered the floor while Rúmil moved to the side.

“Please, lay down, my Lord,” Rúmil gestured to the furs. His large eyes were hooded with arousal.

Glorfindel slid from the couch to the floor, settling into the soft caress of the deep furs. He reached for Rúmil, straddling him over his body. The silverette whined at the feeling of Glorfindel’s massive cock resting against his crack, waiting to work its way inside. Erestor straddled Glorfindel as well behind Rúmil and grasped the blond’s cock. The lined the fat, leaking head up with the archer’s stretched hole and guided his lover down.

“Gods, oh Gods, uhn, so fucking big,” Rumil gasped. Erestor watched avidly as his lover’s hole spread wide around the head. It stretched taut and pink, and Erestor almost thought it wouldn’t go in until with one last push the widest part disappeared inside and Rúmil moved down the length slowly. The silverette whined and panted as he worked down the shaft. He eventually stopped, too full and stretched to go any further.

Glorfindel shivered, moaning uncontrollably at the strangle hold on his cock buried more than half way inside the trembling, pretty doll astride his lap. Those slim, pale thighs tensed as Rúmil raised himself up; slowly, slowly until just the head was left inside. He let his weight settle back down, stopping again when it become too much. It was unhurried, the deliberate up and down. Erestor reached around to pinch and pull at pale pink nipples, and Rúmil whimpered. His straining cock bounced and jerked to the beating of his heart, drops of precum beaded at the tip and clung precariously until they dropped in thick lines to Glorfindel’s stomach.

How long Rúmil rode his cock Glorfindel didn’t know. On the last push downward, Erestor stopped Rúmil from raising up again and instead pushed down on his lover’s slim hips. Glorfindel moaned brokenly as more of his penis was sucked inside strangling heat.

The silverette’s eyes flew open, and he let out a sound much more like pain than pleasure. “Oh, oh fuck. Gods, fuck, ohohoh-” and he came without a single touch. Slick heat shot from his bouncing cock once, twice, and then more cum leaked from his penis slowly and constantly. “Touch me. Oh Gods please it hurts. Touch me, please,” the silverette pleaded, the incredible and supremely painful feeling of coming without touch too much to handle. Erestor reached around and stroked to milk the rest of his lover’s orgasm from him. Rúmil went boneless in Erestor’s arms, shuddering every time Glorfindel’s still hard dick pulsed inside of him to cause another small eruption of slick to escape from the swollen tip of his dick.

Erestor lifted the almost lifeless form of his lover gently from the blond and rested him to the side. Rumil shifted so he was on his side next to Glorfindel, eyes hooded in satiation. He panted heavily as he traced his hand down Glorfindel’s hard, heaving belly, collecting his own cum to coat Glorfindel’s dick. He stroked the fat member hard, causing the blond to buck and curse.

The dark elf moved up from straddling Glorfindel’s thighs to hovering above his needing cock. The blond’s eyes widened as Rúmil situated the fat, weeping tip at Erestor’s entrance.

“Wait! We haven’t-”

“I already stretched myself,” Erestor murmured. “I had my fingers stuffed up my ass while you fucked my lover. It felt so good, fingering myself while I watched your fucking horse cock ramming into his little hole.” He relaxed himself and pushed down…and down…and down…until his soft cheeks pressed flush with Glorfindel’s groin.

The blond’s jaw dropped, unable to speak, moan, or even grunt.

“Did he mention,” Rúmil whispered, “that he likes it when I fuck him with my fist?”

Glorfindel managed to speak then, a gurgling sound that somehow managed to come across as Holy Fucking Gods as Erestor pulled himself up and then back down. The blond warrior trembled, legs hitching up and straining. Erestor pulled up again, and when he forced himself back down, Glorfindel couldn’t take the slow pace any more and rolled them over.

Erestor threw his head back, moaning like a whore as he was thrown on his back next to Rúmil. Glorfindel reared up, the broad, hard muscles in his back rippled and flexed as he flexed his hips hard to ram himself into the smaller elf. Erestor arched his slender back and threw his arms above his head to brace himself against the heavy chair perpendicular to the couch.

Rúmil leaned forward and claimed his lover’s lips. The sucked and bit at each other, turned at such an angle that Glorfindel could see everything. Their tongues tangled in the air, saliva connecting their lips and tongues. Glorfindel closed his eyes, unable to watch and keep control over himself. The feeling of Erestor’s body accepting him, accepting all of him in a hot, fucking vice grip had him at the edge.

He fucked up hard into Erestor, and the blond practically screamed at each thrust. When Rúmil reached down to jerk his lover off, Glorfindel opened his eyes to watch. He watched that pale, bow-callused hand clutching and pulling at the fat, straining little cock. Erestor brought his hand to his mouth and bit down on his finger to stifle his hysterical screaming when he came. Glorfindel watched as searing cum erupted from the little red slit to paint the heaving belly in creamy white. Glorfindel’s brain almost blacked out at the sight. He collapsed onto the body underneath him and grunted with short, harsh thrusts until his hips stilled with his cock buried as deep as it could get. It felt like his orgasm would never end. His dick jerked and pulsed over and over, loosing heavy spurts of slick into the smaller elf.

Glorfindel had just enough strength left to gently pull out while Erestor moaned in appreciation and loss. The blond collapsed to the side in between Erestor and Rúmil. The little beauties cuddled up on his sides while he panted.

Erestor gasped for air, head lolling on Glorfindel’s chest. Rúmil reached over and cleaned Erestor’s stomach with a soft cloth he pulled out from the same stash under the couch that the oil came from. Satisfied, the silver archer collapsed back onto the furs.

Glorfindel wrapped an arm around both of his pretty dolls and drew them as close as possible. “Dear sweet Valar. I can’t believe…”

“Mmmm…” was all Erestor could say.

“Indeed,” Rúmil agreed.

END