The old ways

"Oh, but I think you are! You will take your shirt off for me." Legolas smile faded.
The marchwarden felt somewhat confused but he had promised to fulfil Legolas' wishes and so he complied. He opened the clasps of his light grey shirt and wanted to pull it over his head, but Legolas' voice stopped him. "No! Undo the whole front. Slowly. And when it is open all the way, you may let it slide down over your shoulders." He had placed his arms under his head and studied his lover with a stare of lust and power.
Haldir's hand had started trembling ever so slightly. This was going in a completely different direction than he had thought of, but the feeling of submission and not knowing what the other would ask of him, thrilled him and so he undid all of the, seemingly endless fastenings until he had reached the last one. He shook his shoulder a little and the soft fabric slid down revealing his broad back and slender waist. When the shirt had pooled on the ground, around his kneeling legs and backside, Legolas raised his head a fracture "Throw it over there" and indicated in direction of the boat.
"Ah, that is much better, isn't it?" Legolas closed his eyes again and relaxed back. "You will stay right were you are. I don't want you to move!"
Haldir was confused, he wanted to have a nice picnic with his husband, finger feed him, devour him and tell him how much he loved him and now this. But this was exciting as well. So he stayed right were he was and tortured his mind with what his husband was up to next.
A long time nothing happened and Haldir's legs were growing tired. He could feel a nervous tension creeping up his body and to his surprise he grew more and more aroused. He wanted to move to do something, anything but he had not been allowed yet, so he stayed.
He was so lost in his thought, that he didn't notice Legolas opening his eyes, watching him.
"Ah, I see you did indeed stayed were I told you to. Very well, please I am still somewhat uncomfortable. Help me get out of these restraining clothes. I would like to feel the sun on my skin."
Haldir tried to regain his composure and with trembling legs moved onto the knees over his lover. He undid the lacing of the leggings and pulled them down with great care, before he again sat himself up to remove the pearly white shirt. Once again he was captivated by the creamy, soft and unblemished skin. Oh, he wanted to touch it so desperately but Legolas held him back. "Please, retake your seat. I am not in need of anything right now, so just sit there and keep your hands on your thighs."
What kind of a weird order was that now, Haldir mused but moved back into his kneeling position and placed his hands on his thighs. Slowly he relaxed, letting the sun warm his back and he bent his head back, his long silvers hair spilling down his back. He was starting to enjoy this, when after some time a faint sound made him look up again. His gaze was answered by two sparkling, deep blue orbs that challenged him. Haldir kept his place and broke the eye contact, his gaze mapping the contours of Legolas body. Suddenly he realized, that where ever his eyes went, one of Legolas’ hands followed.
Heat rushed to Haldir's face and he tried to look away, but didn't succeed. His hands trembled on his legs and his breath grew harsher.
Legolas could see his beloved grow anxious and excited. He smiled inwardly and let his hands slide languidly over his heated skin. He touched his chest, caressed his pectorals, dipped his fingers in the little hollow place between his collar bones and traveled down to his nipples. Haldir's tension grew as he become aware of Legolas intentions. He gasped as he saw Legolas bring his left hand to his mouth and slip his index finger between his lips. Legolas cheeks hollowed while he suckled on his finger, his eyes never leaving Haldir's face. With a soft pop he released his finger and swirled the wet finger lasciviously around the tightened nub of his left nipple. After a while he repeated the same act with his right hand.
"My love, I have grown thirsty. Do give me a sip of the cool white wine." The Mirkwood prince smiled charmingly at Haldir, taking his hands away from his nipples.
Haldir had to fight for his breath and crawled over to the basket, where he had kept the wine, still covered with the white wet linen to keep it cool. After opening the bottle he reached for an unused goblet, but Legolas stopped him. "No, Haldir. Feed it to me with your lips."
Haldir's back went rigid, imagining what Legolas had in mind. He took a deep gulp of wine and bent over to his lover. Legolas opened his lips a bit and shivered inwardly with anticipation. Verrefurefully Haldir bent down and placed his lips above those soft, inviting ones before him. When he had pressed down hard enough, he opened his own lips and let the wine run into Legolas mouth.
Legolas swallowed and pushed Haldir from him. "I thank thee, melme."