The old ways

Haldir knew what was expected from him and resumed his former position. His mind raced, trying to guess Legolas' next moves. But Legolas just lay down again and relaxed his hands, fingers uncurled and stretched out on his lower abdomen. Haldir was not sure if Legolas might have dozed off, when he noticed slight monts nts in the long, slender fingers. The fingertips touched the soft flesh, constantly moving lower until they brushed the fine blond pubic hair. Haldir's breath hitched at the sight. He wanted to move forward, grab these teasing hands, hold them, take over himself, let his own finger dig into the tiny, golden curls, but he restrained himself and continued watching. He was mesmerised by the slow pumping in Legolas cock, growing steadifillfilling itself. He could see the column of flesh raising until it stood erect and hard against the flat belly. Legolas eyes were still closed and Haldir wondered what he was thinking, and maybe imagining right now.
Without opening his eyes, Legolas addressed his loved one "Haldir, my beloved. You must be hungry by now. I want you to eat something. Go get get some of the finely cut fruit and sweet bread. When you have them come back here to me." Haldir raised an eyebrow and got up to get what his husband had told him to. Whe hae had gathered the food in his hands, he turned around facing the blond elf with a questioning glance.
"Lay the food out, so you can see it better. Lay it out on my body." The bright blue eyes sparkled mischievously.
With trembling hands, Haldir placed the pieces of fruit and bread on Legolas warm body. He tried to avoid all too prominent places, but Legolas would have none of it. He directed Haldir to lay out a pattern on his skin, from his throat down to his nipples, across the plain of his stomach, to his navel and down to his groin. His breathing had become a note faster when he ordered Haldir to consume the food.
Legolas closed his eyes and his skin shivered wherever Haldir's mouth and tongue went.
Haldir had great difficulties to keep from plundering Legolas there and then, so aroused he was and he was glad when he had finished his meal. What made him happy though, was that Legolas was a shivering and trembling mass by the time he hanishnished. Haldir had put his tongue to good use and had lavished the skin over and over again,n thn though never touching the parts where it was desired most. Haldir had thought that it was a little payback for Legolas.
He sat back on his calves, resting his hands again on his thighs and waited.
Haldir's eyes bulged when his lover let his hands wander down his body, trailing the wet strokes of Haldir's tongue. But this time he didn't stop, and instead took his erectin a n a light grip and started stroking it tenderly. Legolas eyes fluttered open and he looked directly into Haldir's, never stopping his ministrations. "Haldir," he breathed "Oh, it is so good to feel you. Your hand on me, I can’t do anything, you just carry on, I cannot stop you. My body is screaming for release, but just keep your touch light and slow."
Haldir wanted to move to his husband, but Legolas eyes clearly told him to stay where he was. But what was Legolas getting at? He didn't have his hands on his beloved. Did Legolas wanted to show him what he would do to himself when Haldir wasn't there? Did he talk like this in times when he was alone and aching?
Legolas was spreading his legs slightly and thus allowed Haldir a glance at the inside of his muscular thighs and the hidden point of Haldir's desire. Haldir felt his own hands snake down to touch himself, but the harsh "No!" stopped him. Legolas glared at him while he was fisting his cock stronger now. His lithe body was arching off the ground and his other hand moved to his right nipple teasing it mercilessly. The princes’ voice was raspy and coming in short pants as he ordered Haldir to get something for him again "Haldir, I believe you have brought something like butterh yoh you, haven't you. If so, bring it to me."
Haldir had trouble moving as graciously as an elf normally would, but he managed to retrieve the butter he had brought along for the fresh sweet bread, and placed it near Legolas.
The younger elf let go of his erection for few seconds to break of a piece of the cooled butter and then smeared it onto his erection. He groaned in pleasure and continued stroking it in first fast motions. Haldir watched the butter melt and run down the length of the arousal and further over the quivering entrance.
His own body was shaking from the built up tension, as Haldir moved between Legolas’ feet to watch. By now he learned to enjoy the helplessness in which this situation had left him and he drank in the sight of the writhing body before his eyes.
Legolas moved his other hand down again, holding the base of his cock in a strong grip, foreskin pulled down hard, and with the othe tee teased the exposed head with strong and fast strokes. "Yes! Yes, my love, harder. Don't stop, please don't stop. On, Elbereth..."
Legolas voice was barely audible as he pushed himself nearer and nearer to orgasm.
Haldir's breath hitched when his husband suddenly let go of his erection and spread his legs further. "Come now, love. Come to me. Take me. Finish what you have started."