Pen-Estel

I think this chapter should come with an extra warning - it is my new favourite, and I am certain you can guess why that is. ;) Pip still writes the hottest things ever, and in return, gives me such evil ideas... *g*
Please don't come complaining to us if you find yourself dead after reading this chapter - I know that several times during the writing of this, I nearly died from a heart attack induced by too much hot smut. ;)


Chapter Thirty-One

Legolas looked up at Elrond and continued speaking, convincing not by design, but because he knew he was telling the simple truth.

“You showed me that I like to be restrained – and that there is nothing shameful about it, as it brought both of us pleasure.” Then Legolas again leaned against his Lord’s knees, looking up at him while his voice grew huskier. “And you, my Lord… you challenge me, you make me bear things I did not think I could – but you know my strength, my Lord. You never give me more than I can endure, and I have learned so many things about myself with you…”

Then his gaze returned to Elrond once more, and now it was Legolas’ eyes that threw out a gently teasing challenge. “Maybe I like it when he makes me submit… even in such a way. Maybe I even like the shame of being watched, as long as it is you?”

Legolas smiled when Elrond swallowed, his eyes having grown dark with arousal although he still stood ready to flee the room. Legolas felt powerful and very confident, although there was still a little embarrassment. But then he remembered the night before and moaned softly, thinking that he might die from pleasure if it truly were to become a reality now.

“Please,” he entreated softly, looking longingly at Elrond once more. “Please do not leave… let me show you how strong I am.”

Boldly, he reached for Elrond’s hand, and when the Lord did not pull away he kissed it, looking up at the Lord of Imladris from his knees, fully aware of what he looked like in his submission, and revelling in it. “Please,” he breathed. “I am to be entertainment – will you not at least give me a chance to entertain you, my Lord? I have known you to be cruel – don’t be so now…”

Elrond swallowed and looked away for a moment, but when he finally met Legolas’ eyes once more, he had given in to temptation, giving the beautiful youth at his feet an almost hungry look.

“Sit, Elrond,” Glorfindel said softly, and once the Lord was seated once more, he had Legolas fetch more wine for them.

“You are made to serve, aren’t you, pen neth?” Glorfindel said warmly and rewarded Legolas with a kiss once their goblets had been filled anew. The youth blushed with undeniable pleasure and leaned back against Glorfindel’s knees once more, stretching wantonly as if he were begging for more of the teasing caresses, but this time the Lord chuckled and gently pushed him away.

“Stand, Legolas – and strip,” he said, his dark voice making Legolas tremble with need. Slowly, Legolas let the unlaced tunic slip down his shoulders and fall to the ground, his movements becoming slower yet when he opened the ties of his leggings.

Glorfindel sighed in appreciation when that last piece of clothing had fallen and Legolas was completely bared to their eyes, beautifully aroused and flushed with both pleasure and embarrassment.

“Turn around for us,” Glorfindel ordered, and only when he had completed his turn and looked into Elrond’s eyes did Legolas remember the marks that last night’s punishment had left on his skin. The Lord looked visibly uncomfortable now, and once more there was that terrible compassion in his eyes so that Legolas was starting to feel insecure again.

“Very good, roch neth,” Glorfindel said huskily, breaking through Legolas’ thoughts. “And now I want you to tell our guest all about last night…”

“L-Last night,” Legolas began, stammering as he looked into Elrond’s eyes, certain despite all of his confidence that the two of them loved him, he couldn’t debase himself by admitting to his shame. He felt the tickle of Glorfindel’s fingertips on his palms, encouraging him to step back until he was stood in front of Glorfindel, the Lord’s strong shouder against his lower back, and his lips… Legolas moaned when he felt the lightest of kisses on the side of his waist, forgetting for a moment what had been asked of him.

“Carry on,” Glorfindel commanded, and Legolas focused his eyes on Elrond again, noting with a kind of fluttery excitement the hungry way Elrond looked at him.

“Last night I was tied to the bed,” Legolas recounted softly, seeing Elrond’s eyes flicker over to the large bed with its satin sheets that he and Glorfindel slept in. “I was blindfolded,” he breathed as he relived the memory, closing his eyes to make it real, only to open them and take a deep breath in shock when he felt Glorfindel’s hand closing around his hardened member.

Elrond was looking at him again now, watching as Glorfindel caressed his needy flesh, and it made the pleasure so intense that Legolas began to beg for it to be over already, but Glorfindel only laughed.

“And then what did you do?” Glorfindel pressured, his hand ceasing the delicious torment for a moment as Legolas stared helplessly at Elrond.

“I…” Legolas moaned. “You told me…”

“Don’t tell me, roch neth,” Glorfindel advised, squeezing lightly with his hand so that Legolas whimpered, “tell Elrond.” Understanding the game didn’t make it any easier to play his part, but still Legolas looked at Elrond as he spoke.

“He told me you were there. That you were watching. And I…” Legolas swallowed, leaning back slightly against Glorfindel strong shoulder. “I came,” he said quickly, closing his eyes to the sight of Elrond before him, certain that he would make the same mistake again. As if independent of his mind, Legolas’ hand naturally reached down to try and still Glorfindel’s in a show of spirit that earned him a possessive growl.

“I’m sorry, my Lord!” he said immediately, mortified.

“Tell him what happened next,” Glorfindel suggested, no hint of anger in his voice, and Legolas blushed. “I told you to choose your punishment, didn’t I?” Glorfindel asked, as if to remind him.

“Yes. And I begged for you to mark my skin with your hand,” Legolas admitted, unable now to look away from Elrond. He gulped. “Because…” He stopped, only to moan again when Glorfindel’s hand speeded up.

“Say it, Legolas!”

“Because I knew that you would like to see it, Lord Elrond!” he said in a rush, suddenly realising what he had admitted to and feeling his legs grow weak. What would Glorfindel’s reaction be, he wondered fitfully. Had the Lord known? Was he angry?

“Now you will beg me for punishment again, I think, roth neth,” Glorfindel purred dangerously. “And since I now know what you believe Elrond likes to watch – then that is what we will show him, isn’t it?”

“Yes, my Lord.” He still couldn’t look away from Elrond’s eyes, even as he begged Glorfindel to punish him, to master him and possess him. All he seemed to be aware of was Elrond, until he found himself laid over Glorfindel’s lap, ready to receive the spanking he had begged for. It was impossible! He couldn’t believe he was doing it, that he was submitting to this while Elrond watched.

The first slap took his breath away and he knew then that this would be as harsh as the night before, if not worse. He had turned his head on the cushions to keep Elrond in his sight, because even though he wanted nothing more than to look away, he couldn’t seem to resist, and then it happened. As more blows rained down on his skin, making him squirm and the first hot tears of humilation fall from his eyes, he saw Elrond’s hand move to the front of his breeches. The situation gained a more lustful aspect immediately, and Legolas moaned, feeling his member hardening again as he watched Elrond pleasure himself.

“Does it excite you to watch, roch neth?” Glorfindel asked menacingly, and there was no doubt what he referred to. How could he deny it? Glorfindel must be able to feel the evidence of his desire, pressing against his thigh, and Legolas whimpered miserably.

“Yes,” he admitted, and he was almost prepared for the harsh blow that landed on his already sore and reddened skin.

“Oh! Please!” he cried out, jumping on Glorfindel’s lap at the pain of it, and yet this time the pain didn’t take away his lust. “Don’t, my Lord! I am sorry!”

All he received in answer to his words was another heavy slap, and now at last he began to cry in earnest. “I cannot help it, my Lord!” he cried out defiantly, earning another dose of Glorfindel’s palm for his trouble.

Only when the pain at last began to bite into his arousal did something change, and that was only that Glorfindel used his other hand to turn his head again, forcing him to watch Elrond stroke his member as he watched them both… as he watched the entertainment.

It was terrible and wonderful all at the same time, dancing on a dangerous edge that had his lust for Elrond on the one hand, and his love of Glorfindel’s domination on the other. Each balanced the other out, every beautiful moment of voyeurism was matched by an almost brutal slap from his Lord’s hand, until Legolas was begging them both to stop and to spare him this new torment.

“Oh please!” he sobbed in the end, feeling completely defeated and certain that he could bear no more of this. “Mercy, my Lords!”

“Mercy?” Glorfindel asked softly. “Do you think you deserve that?” But despite his words, he had stopped for the moment, and Legolas sobbed softly. Still he could not tear his eyes away from Elrond, and he moved helplessly against Glorfindel’s thigh in the same rhythm of Elrond’s hands.

“Ask Elrond for it, roch neth,” Glorfindel then suggested, laughing mercilessly at Legolas’ dismayed moan. “Beg him for it – you know that he is more compassionate than I am.” Glorfindel’s hand rested heavily on his punished bottom, stroking the burning skin, and although it hurt so much that Legolas was whimpering at the caress, at the same time it only increased his need.

“Please,” Legolas moaned helplessly, then sobbed when Elrond met his eyes, letting him see the lust, the hunger in them. He truly was entertainment now – and the memory of Elrond pleasuring himself while he watched him being punished almost drove him wild with desire. There was no more shame now as he pleaded breathlessly with the Lord of Imladris – and Elrond was too far gone for rational thought as well.

“Yes!” Elrond groaned. “Come, Legolas! Let me see it!”

Legolas cried out, shuddering on Glorfindel’s lap as his body immediately obeyed the command and he spent himself against his Lord’s thigh. But even through his climax his eyes stayed open, helplessly fixated on Elrond’s hand that moved ever faster now until finally, with a groan, the Lord came as well, sinking back while he spilled himself onto his hand and robes.

“Good… very good, roch neth,” Glorfindel said, his voice now gentle while his hand brushed the hair from Legolas tear-stained face. “My training was not in vain after all – you have showed our guest how well you have learnt. I’m very pleased with you.”

“Thank you, my Lord,” Legolas breathed, although he was still looking at Elrond, wanting to moan again at how vulnerable he now looked, his eyes closed and his mouth half open as he almost sprawled in his chair.

“There is just one thing, Legolas,” Glorfindel purred, and now his voice was positively devious. “It was rather uncaring of you to dirty my good robe… You know this is my favourite!”

Legolas closed his eyes, shuddering at the possibility of yet another punishment. “Forgive me, my Lord! I did not think!” he said breathlessly, forcing himself to slip from his Lord’s lap despite the pain and exhaustion. He knelt at Glorfindel’s feet once more, bowing his head to slowly and carefully lick at where his seed had stained the blue velvet, and when he finally turned his head to find that Elrond had opened his eyes and was looking at him, Legolas smiled, feeling happy and careless all of a sudden, as if his climax had taken a burden from him.

“Shall I serve you, my Lord?” he whispered when he felt the evidence of Glorfindel’s own neglected desire against his cheek, but the Lord shook his head and took hold of his head, forcing him to look at Elrond once again.

“Are you not going to attend our guest too, Legolas?” Glorfindel asked – using the same words he had used earlier, Legolas realised – and the youth blushed, feeling weak when he understood what Glorfindel meant.

Elrond’s eyes widened, and now Legolas almost felt compassion for him – it seemed that he was not the only one today who would suffer from Glorfindel’s games. But he truly did not have a choice in this, not only because his Lord had asked it of him, but also because he wanted it.

“Of course,” Legolas breathed, his cheeks flushed as if with a fever and his eyes burning with rekindled lust as he moved to kneel in front of Elrond instead. “Forgive me, Lord Elrond, I know it is my fault that your robes got dirty… Let me clean it up to make up for it.”

He could not look away from Elrond’s eyes, wanting to moan as well, but instead he drew one of Elrond’s fingers into his mouth, listening to the sounds the Lord made while he carefully began to clean him. The taste of him brought back the memory of the many nights they had shared, and when he saw Elrond bite his lip he knew that the Lord remembered, too.

He moved on to the next finger, sighing at the salty tang that filled his mouth while he could see all that the Lord felt in his eyes, neither of them able to hide from the other. He felt so close to Elrond, so aroused by his taste and scent and sounds, although they had not even touched each other today. He whimpered when he remembered how Elrond had tasted his milk, realising that they had truly done nothing more than taste each other this evening, and that, although there had been no further touches, this had to be the most erotic thing they had ever done.

“You will return here tomorrow evening, I think,” Glorfindel said from behind him, addressing Elrond. He looked up into Elrond’s eyes just as he began to speak, and the Lord actually faltered. “Convince him, Legolas.”

Trembling, Legolas reluctantly let Elrond’s hand go. Glorfindel didn’t mean for him to speak, he knew that, and so he turned his attention to Elrond’s spent member that still gleamed wetly with a few drops of his seed. He moaned softly when he licked at Elrond’s cock, a thousand memories rushing in, reminding him of all the things they had done together.

Just cleaning Elrond’s fingers had not been like this. Now Legolas could really taste him, and he felt his lips curve in a mixture of pride and amusement when Elrond’s cock twitched beneath his tongue. Still, he was gentle and subservient, licking and kissing the softened flesh in an attempt to do what Glorfindel desired – to make Elrond want to return to them.

Perhaps he lingered a little, just there, because it made Elrond’s breath catch in his throat in a most delicious way. Legolas hoped that he wasn’t inviting a more private punishment on himself for the enthusiastic way he served Elrond. When he was done, and there wasn’t a drop of Elrond’s release left to savour, Glorfindel called him back, and Legolas looked up at Elrond again before he turned away and knelt once more at Glorfindel’s feet.

“My Lord,” he murmured respectfully, head bowed, wondering what was to happen now, and gasping when Glorfindel grabbed his hand and made him touch the hardness in his breeches. He remembered then that Glorfindel hadn’t found release, and he swallowed.

“Go to the bed and prepare yourself for me, Legolas,” Glorfindel ordered quietly before letting him go, and straight away he got up to obey, Elrond completely forgotten for the moment.

He heard them both speaking as he got the oil and quickly prepared himself, wondering if Elrond would watch this too. But when he looked up again, Glorfindel was walking towards the bed and Elrond was already gone.

“You have teased me all evening… don’t think that I do not know this,” Glorfindel said darkly, his eyes narrowing as he watched the youth tremble on the bed.

Legolas swallowed, watching Glorfindel come closer while the atmosphere grew almost menacing. Now, once more, it was his faron who came closer while he was nothing more than a captured pet, fearful and helpless.

“Please, faron,,” Legolas breathed, closing his eyes against the unrelenting threat in Glorfindel’s expression. “I am sorry… I only tried to please you!”

Glorfindel smiled with dark amusement. “No, you didn’t. You teased me all evening… And you teased my guest, too. Do you truly think I did not see it?”

Legolas trembled harder, helplessly meeting Glorfindel’s eyes. “Yes, I did – I am so sorry, my Lord! Please, forgive me!”

“I won’t, aras neth… You have shown me today that you have not yet fully learned what it means to be mine. What it means to belong to me. Your body is not yours anymore,” Glorfindel growled, carelessly stripping and flinging his garments to the ground before he joined Legolas on the bed. “Your body is mine – to do with as I please!”

With a loud growl he pushed forward, entering Legolas with one hard stroke so that the youth cried out, tears glistening on his lashes at the sudden pain. Yet despite Glorfindel’s forcefulness, Legolas still wrapped his legs around Glorfindel’s waist, offering himself without protest for more of the harsh treatment.

“Please,” he moaned again. “I am sorry, faron… I want to be yours. Please, teach me – I want to serve you!”

“But I am teaching you,” Glorfindel mercilessly pointed out, substantiating his words with a hard thrust so that Legolas cried out again. “What am I teaching you right now, aras neth?”

“That I am yours!” Legolas sobbed. “That I am meant to be used for your pleasure!”

“Yes,”Glorfindel agreed and groaned at the way the youth’s body tightened around him with each little sob. “And what else?”

“That… oh, I don’t know, my Lord!” Legolas whimpered

“That the more you cry, the more you make me want to hurt you… to possess you,” Glorfindel breathed and stopped moving for a moment to taste a salty tear. “And what else am I teaching you?” He took hold of one of Legolas’ ankles, pulling the leg up and over his shoulder so that he slid even deeper, groaning in satisfaction while Legolas trembled around him.

Their eyes met for a moment, and Glorfindel became still as if waiting for an answer to his question, but Legolas couldn’t think of one, all he could do was gaze helplessly up at the Lord while he felt the heat of Glorfindel’s flesh inside him and the burning of his reddened and tender skin where it made contact with the bed. And so, instead of speaking, Legolas moaned. There was a flash of something in Glorfindel’s eyes – not quite anger – and then it began.

Cries availed him nothing as Glorfindel set to taking him ruthlessly, setting such a fast and punishing pace that Legolas became lost in the sensation of it, not sure at all whether Glorfindel was pulling out of him or thrusting in, all he knew was that he was owned completely. His eyes rolled back in his head and he twisted from side to side as if he would try to get away, but there was no escape.

“Oh, please! Please!” he called out breathlessly, because as well as the pain there was pleasure every time Glorfindel moved inside him – so much that he couldn’t keep track of it or find a rhythm for it in his mind. All his words earned him was a slap to his punished behind that made him yelp and arch up against Glorfindel as if in invitation.

“Quiet,” Glorfindel grated, somehow sparing the breath for it, and Legolas closed his mouth, hearing a slight whine squeeze past his lips despite the order. Oh, he tried so hard to obey – as he had all evening – but as it continued, his moans became harder and harder to hold in. Truly, he thought he would go mad if he was forced to endure this in silence. He realised he could hear the sound of their skin rubbing together as Glorfindel thrust into him again and again. He could hear the slight organic sound of the oil he had applied everytime Glorfindel slid deep inside him, and he reached up to hold Glorfindel’s shoulders, almost as if to hold him back.

“Please, my Lord!” he gasped. “I cannot keep up! Stop!” He opened his eyes in desperation, to plead, and saw something so dangerous in Glorfindel that he swallowed hard, biting off the moan he had been about to give.

“Make me,” Glorfindel challenged, and covered Legolas’ mouth with one large hand, never letting up for an instant. As if in answer to Glorfindel’s words, Legolas immediately tensed and tried to free himself from the Lord’s grip. Only after a minute of fruitless struggle did he realise how helpless he really was.

His leg was held in place by Glorfindel’s body weight, making it easy for the Lord to claim him, and his hand carried all the strength of his arm, and even Legolas, with the new muscle and tone he had gained courtesy of archery practice, couldn’t move it. Instead he looked into Glorfindel’s eyes in defeat, imprisoned beneath his larger form, unable to stop Glorfindel from using him whichever way he wanted.

At that he closed his eyes, and at last relaxed, letting Glorfindel do what he would. He moaned occasionally behind the hand that covered his mouth, but he didn’t try to plead anymore. His mind couldn’t accustom itself to the pace, but his body could and did, relaxing so much that all the pain went away, tightening around the invasive flesh everytime Glorfindel touched that hidden place inside him.

Hearing Glorfindel moan was possibly one of the most wonderful things Legolas had ever heard, and he felt warmth wash over him to know that he was pleasing his Lord.

“Ah, roch neth! You were made to be taken like this,” he insisted. “You were made for me.” Legolas felt his body answer Glorfindel’s statement, and he heard the moan of pleasure that his Lord couldn’t keep in.

“That’s right, Legolas – make me stop!” he groaned, and at last Legolas realised what the challenge was. It wasn’t to make Glorfindel stop by fighting… but by giving in. At the revelation, Legolas felt something powerful sweep through him, and he didn’t realise Glorfindel had come until he returned to reality a moment – or perhaps several minutes – later to find Glorfindel’s weight pressing down against him heavily.

Had he come? Legolas suspected that he hadn’t – which was confirmed when Glorfindel moved a little and he felt his aching arousal brush against the Lord’s tight stomach. He sighed rather than moaned, still washed out from the intensity of the experience, and then understood that this time, Glorfindel’s pleasure really was more important than his – that what he had experienced was Glorfindel’s orgasm in some vicarious way. The thought made him sigh again softly and he kissed Glorfindel’s hand where it rested against his cheek.

“Thank you, my Lord,” he said respectfully, closing his eyes in a strange kind of satisfaction. He wasn’t surprised to hear Glorfindel laugh at him then.

“Have you learned your lesson, aras neth?” he asked playfully, letting Legolas know that it was over, and that he could let go.

“Oh, yes, Faron,” he moaned, stretching a little to move Glorfindel’s weight so that he could breathe freely. “But I fear you will have to teach it to me again and again…” His words trailed off and he yawned, stopping to whimper quietly when he felt fingers curl around his neglected erection. “And again…”

“And I will, Legolas,” Glorfindel promised, his voice dark with menace once more, just for a breathless instant. “I’ll teach it to you until you no longer beg me to stop. Until you recognise your Master, and lie down for him in surrender.” Legolas moaned as he felt Glorfindel’s hand beginning to pump him. He tensed a little, aware that the Lord’s softened flesh was still inside him. “Until you are tame, aras neth,” he whispered. “That is what you want, is it not?”

“Oh, yes… please!”

“I love it when you beg,” Glorfindel said, his voice warm once more. “But do you know what I love even more?”

“No, my Lord,” Legolas moaned, trembling with frustration at the slow caress.

“To tease you,” Glorfindel said cruelly, laughing when Legolas whimpered. “You came earlier, over my lap – certainly you have to agree that that is more than enough, and that it was already very generous of me to grant you even that much?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Legolas whispered, and although the muscles of his body still trembled with the strength it took him not to give in to the pleasure Glorfindel’s slowly-moving hand promised, he had resigned himself to his fate now. “Thank you for teaching me that I am yours.”

“I love the way you feel in my hand, so hot and needy – you are desperate, aren’t you?” Glorfindel asked and laughed softly when Legolas moaned in answer. “Mmh, I can feel it… You would promise me everything if only I would let you come now, wouldn’t you?” For a moment he let go of Legolas’ shaft to play with the heavy pouch beneath, cupping his balls in his hand as if to test their weight.

“But I won’t, simply because it amuses me more to see you suffer for me.” Once again he closed his fingers around Legolas’ neglected length, listening to the youth’s sigh with a pleased smile. “You are so tight around me, even like this when I have already found my pleasure… so tight and hot. I could stay like this all day, deep within you, teaching you that this is your place – and I think that is what I will do tonight.” Glorfindel chuckled at the sound Legolas made, a moan that was half horror, half desire.

“You know what this means, don’t you? That I’ll grow hard again inside you tonight, and take you again until you cry and plead, and still you will not come because it amuses me to play with you, aras neth.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Legolas said softly and swallowed, looking at Glorfindel with helpless, desperate love. “Thank you…”

“Now sleep,” Glorfindel said and smirked, his hand still holding Legolas’ hard length in a possessive grip – and the youth trembled when he realised that Glorfindel would not let go of him, teaching him his lesson through the night, just as he had pleaded, teaching him that he did indeed belong completely to his Lord.

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Carefully, Glorfindel adjusted their position so that they were laid facing each other, side by side, Legolas’ leg draped over his hip so that they remained locked together. Once that was accomplished he slid his hand between their bodies to take hold of Legolas again, laughing softly when the youth whimpered in frustrated desire.

“Go to sleep,” he ordered again, moving his hand so that it was comfortable, and Legolas sighed.

“How can I?” he asked. “How can I when you –” He suddenly stopped speaking and moaned when Glorfindel squeezed him gently. “I can’t…” he whined, and yet nevertheless as Glorfindel continued to stare deeply into his eyes, Legolas’ lost a little focus as he slipped into light reverie. It was the strangest thing… he still sighed and moaned occasionally at the teasing touch, but he was certainly not awake.

Glorfindel considered the events of the evening. It had really gone very well. He hadn’t been certain, and so this night had been about exploration really, but to hear Legolas beg him for punishment in front of Elrond had been a beautiful thing. And to see him serve Elrond too had been so arousing Glorfindel could scarcely believe it, even now. Perhaps it was simply that Legolas obeyed him – but he didn’t think so. It had become clear to him when he watched them that Legolas didn’t, hadn’t, and wouldn’t ever submit to Elrond in the same way. They were equal. It was quite clear, and Glorfindel had found himself able to relax and enjoy the show.

He studied the youth’s face as he thought about it, remembering the way Elrond had looked down at Legolas when he had followed Glorfindel’s command to “convince” him, and it made his fingers tighten slightly around Legolas’ hardness, drawing another sleepy moan from him that Glorfindel found completely delicious.

Grinning, he remembered what had come after Elrond had left, and how Legolas had submitted to him once they were alone again. Of course, Legolas always submitted to him, but there had been an edge to their lovemaking tonight that Glorfindel found himself wanting more of. It was a return to the way they had been before Legolas’ second pregnancy, and Glorfindel reasoned with a smirk that if he had to endure watching those two be beautiful together, then he would simply have to bear it somehow.

He must have drifted to sleep with those thoughts in his mind, lulled by the sound of Legolas’ sleepy sighs that were full of yearning, because when he came to himself again, he was hard once more inside Legolas, just as he had predicted.

Legolas had become soft in his grip, and he massaged the flesh lightly, gratified when the youth returned to full hardness after only a few moments of encouragement. He didn’t bother to wake him – Legolas would be aware of his predicament soon enough.

With a low growl of pleasure, Glorfindel rolled them over to trap Legolas beneath him again and pulled out a little, only to sink deep into the youth’s warm and relaxed body, the walls of Legolas’ passage still tight enough around him to make him work for it.

“Faron,” Legolas murmured as his eyes became clearer, as though he were not sure if he were lost in some dream.

“Stay just as you are, aras neth,” Glorfindel whispered wickedly, squeezing Legolas’ slender shaft at the same time as he rocked inside his body. “You want to be a good pet, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Legolas moaned indistinctly, still sleepy and uncertain. “I want to be good.” He turned his head to the side as he awoke more fully, and Glorfindel leaned in to kiss his exposed neck, revelling in the shiver that Legolas couldn’t help.

“Yes, stay nice and still for me,” Glorfindel praised, “that’s right.” His movements became more forceful now, feeling Legolas’ body trying to please him and wanting to subdue it. Oh, he was perfect! At the same time he kept up with the light, torturous caress, and before long Legolas was pleading with him for release. Glorfindel gave neither permission nor refusal, letting his silence speak for his wishes, and true to them, Legolas remained on the edge, his face flushed and his lips slightly parted in pleasure as he held back.

“You are so beautiful like this, pet,” Glorfindel groaned as he filled Legolas’ with his flesh again and again. His answer was a moan and a heartfelt pleading gaze that almost made him find his release there and then.

“I love you,” Legolas said softly on an outward breath, quickly drawing in another to replace it as Glorfindel thrust inside him again.

“No,” he answered, feeling more than a little evil when Legolas sobbed.

“Please,” he begged then, and Glorfindel found his release with a loud moan of satisfaction, stopping quite still for a moment before rolling over with Legolas until they were in the same position as before, with Legolas’ hardened member in his hand.

“Now rest,” he said, laughing a little when Legolas groaned and pushed at his chest half-heartedly.

“More of that spirit, aras neth, and I will deny you for a week. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Faron,” Legolas replied dully, but he didn’t continue to fight, and after half an hour or so he slipped back into the same light sleep as before, sighing at the contact Glorfindel maintained on his needy flesh.

He didn’t count how many times he took Legolas that night, but in the morning, after Legolas had taken care of Gloriel and Gîlríon, Glorfindel sent them to the nurse and had breakfast brought to their rooms so that they could sleep in for a while and rest in each other’s arms.

Eventually, he allowed Legolas to find his pleasure, in exchange for a vow that Legolas would once more be the perfect pet later that evening…