Teaching Haldir

Faer could not move, his breath had caught in his chest, and he struggled to not to let his mouth gape at what the March Warden was suggesting.

His mind told him back away, but his body was betraying him, pushing down all rational thought, responding to the new touch with tingling desire.

A firm, but gentle hand, cupped his face drawing him forward and Faer had not the presence of mind or body to resist.

“Mmm. . . very good,” Vhaelvyrn breathed huskily into the youngling’s ear, feeling himdderdder beneath his touch. “Let us see how you taste, shall we?”

Vhaelvyrn slipped his tongue between Faer’s lips with a wickedly taunting swipe, seducing his mouth with a generously brazen kiss, wresting a quivering moan from the Dark Elf. As Faer leaned eagerly into the kiss, Vhaelvyrn pulled away, smiling with a suggestively lofty sneer.

“Ah, very nice,” he said, “very nice, indeed. Haldir?”

“Yes?” Haldir asked, feeling his lust rise from watching his father and his lover.

“You must make him beg for your touch as you have yearned for his.” Vhaelvyrn leaned forward, silvery tresses shining in the glimmering moonlight and tipped Haldir’s chin to his gaze. “Let me show you, my son,” he purred, his tongue sliding wickedly between his slightly parted lips. “Kiss me. . .”

Haldir eyed his father warily for only a moment, but found that he could not resist the command any more than he could resist Faer’s mouth upon his arousal. Slowly, he brought his lips to Vhaelvyrn’s mouth, and nearly gasped as the March Warden began to probe his mouth with his tongue in a seductively teasing dance, softly at first. . .and then demanding a response. Haldir moaned softly and Vhaelvyrn slid his hand beneath the thick mane of hair, leaning Haldir back further still, tasting the sweet innocence of his son’s mouth, guiding every movement of his lips with practiced ease.

His hand curled around Haldir’s softened member and the o sud suddenly hardened within his grasp as Vhaelvyrn thumbed the ridge beneath the tip with hard little persistent flicks. He grasped the base of the shaft, gathering within his hand the soft flesh of Haldir’s scrotum and stroking, fingers rolling nimbly over the rounded masses contained there.

Haldir groaned openly, for the touch of his father’s hand upon him was easily the most exquisite torture he had ever known. The swell of need rose quickly within him once again, and his hips shifted against Vhaelvyrn’s fondling grip, arching upward with each lurid caress of his fingers.

Suddenly, Vhaelvyrn released his lips and Haldir was left dazed and panting, feeling as if his father had suctioned the desire upward into his chest where it burned and flared brilliantly.

Vhaelvyrn smiled crookedly, noting with satisfaction that his touch had elicited the desired response. He motioned to Faer who had been watching with wide eyed disbelief mixed with ardent lust.

“And now. . .show him what you have learned, my son.”

Haldir nodded, a devious grin spreading over his lips as he crept upon hands and knees to Faer, hips slinking seductively with each movement, pushing the Gypsy into the grass with one hand and climbing atop of the lean body.

He gazed deeply into the fresh greenery of Faer’s eyes, bringing his face closer. . .closer. . .until the tip of his nose nearly touched that of the Gypsy Elf, his breath warm upon Faer’s cheek, golden hair falling in a flaxen curtain around Faer’s still startled visage.

He nibbled the Elf’s chin. . . nuzzled his pointed ear. . .nipped the lobe gently and traced a heated path up and down his neck with his hot tongue, feeling Faer suddenly shudder from his touch as he had from that of his father. Leaning closer still, he teased Faer’s lips open with a flick of his tongue and pressed his mouth to that of the Dark Elf in a breath-stealing kiss.

Haldir’s breath upon his face, and the desire that burned clearly within the Elf’s eyes, set Faer's blood to pound within his ears, Never before had he felt this taken by mere touch.

Surrendering to the Elf’s heated tongue, Faer rested his hands upon Haldir's hips in an attempt to pull him closer to his growing need, shuddering at the desire that spiraled up from his groin.
Soft lips claimed his own, the flesh still tingling from Vhaelvyrn’s previously ardenuch,uch, and Faer melted completely into the kiss, his lips pulling at Haldir’s in an attempt to draw him closer, but Haldir released him and withdrew, licking the taste of the Gypsy from his lips.

“Impressive,” Vhaelvyrn said, smiling with approval. “And now, my son. . . do to his elfhood that which you did with his lips.”

Haldir needed no further urging as he slid his fingers over Faer’s arousal, grasping him gently yet firmly as he bent his head, nibbling the underside of Faer’s swollen shaft teasingly before slipping his lips over the swollen flesh, swirling his tongue around the head as Faer had done to him.

Faer leaned forward as Haldir withdrew his lips, his breathing ragged, his mouth and body begging for more. Before the panting Elf could verbalize his desire, Haldir, at his father's instruction wrapped his fingers around the Gypsy’s throbbing erection, the once timid fingers now firm and confident in their embrace. Faer's hips th for forward as warm lips traveled his swollen shaft, taking the length into a warm cave of pleasure. His hand flew forward to tangle in the pale hair that draped his belly, guiding the Elf’s bobbing head with his movement. A shuddering moan escaped the Gypsy’s lips as Haldir’s tongue bathed his erection with flickering variety, teasing him, and pleasuring him to higher plateaus of desire.

"Ayia....... meleth nin.....aniron......."

Faer squeezed his eyes shut, his hips rising to meet each slide of Haldir’s supple mouth, his movement becoming less controlled with each pass of the Galadhrim’s lips.

Vhaelvyrn tapped his son’s shoulder lightly and Haldir paused, glancing over his shoulder. The March Warden held up his hand in a signal to stop, his lip curving into a devious half-smile. Haldir cast him a curious gaze, for he was certain if he had continued, the Gypsy would have shortly reached a shuddering climax.

Moving towards Faer, Vhaelvyrn gently nudged Haldir aside and climbed atop the Dark Elf, rubbing his own heated arousal against Faer’s thigh and nuzzling his neck.

“My son gives you pleasure, yes?” Vhaelvyrn murmured, giving Faer’s ear a sharp nip.

Faer shuddered and arched his back trying to maintain contact as the cool breeze replaced the warm undulating mouth of the young Elf.
Wincing at the sudden withdrawal, Faer opened heavy lidded eyes expecting see the fair visage of Haldir hovering over him. In his stead was the March Warden himself, his erection pressed tightly to Faer's leg, his long, unbound silver hair framing chiseled features. Faer rolled his head against the grass as soft lips and warm breath teased at his ear, culminating in sharp pleasure as teeth bit into his tender flesh.
Pleasure?……Oh, by Elbereth. . .! Yes! Faer managed only a few breathy words through ragged breaths....

"Aye, yes. . .such pleasure. . ."

“Mmm. . . so very pretty,” Vhaelvyrn purred, stroking Faer’s cheek with the back of one hand, the other wrapping around the Gypsy’s still slick hardness, stroking him with a twisting motion of his wrist, rubbing the swollen tip between his fingers. “My, but you are ready, are you not?” Vhaelvyrn chuckled, plunging his tongue between Faer’s parted lips briefly, teasingly, before rolling away. “Haldir. . .” he called, “bring me that oil I gave you.”

Haldir picked up his sword belt, which had been discarded earlier and withdrew the small vial of amber oil, passing it to his father.

“Come here, my son. . .let me ready you, for we do not want to injure this dark beauty. The only cries we wish to hear shall be those of lust and not of pain,” Vhaelvyrn said as Haldir came to kneel before him once more.

“Relax, my son. . .you shall enjoy this,” Vhaelvyrn said, palming a generous portion of the warmly scented oil and rubbing it between his hands.