Cinnamon and Vanilla
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+Third Age › Slash - Male/Male
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+Third Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,124
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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These are based on Tolkein's Lord of the Rings. I do not pretend to own them, nor do I make any money from these writings.
Chapter 4
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Chapter 4
The resignation in Erestor’s voice spurred Haldir into movement. Physical pain he could handle, after a couple of centuries as a warden of Lothlorien he knew himself to be a fast healer…but that sound in Erestor’s voice hurt him to the core. The beautiful elf who wrote such amazing poetry…he put the robes and most of the towels down on the nearby bench and placed the three jars and the last towel next to the pool. “I was…merely stunned by your beauty, my lord.”
Erestor scoffed. “You were stunned by my size, say rather. No one who has seen me naked has retained their desire. One even ran away screaming.”
Haldir slowly disrobed, his eyes holding Erestor’s. As each garment fell away he imagined long graceful fingers touching him…caressing him…preparing him. By the time he removed his loincloth he felt flushed and was fully erect.
Erestor’s eyes flicked down to his groin then back up to his face. “If you think to take me, warden, you will be disappointed. I have tried it twice and both times found it to be overly painful and desperately unsatisfying.”
“Why,” Haldir asked, stepping into the pool, “would you think I want to take you?”
Erestor poured out a measure of cinnamon oil into his hands and began massaging it into his wet hair. “Aside from that jar of unscented oil, your reputation as a top precedes you. Also, your…interest is apparent.”
Haldir watched the long fingers, covered now in fragrant suds, running through the dark hair and, even in the heat of the pool, he shivered. “I assure you, my…interest is solely to lay beneath you this night.”
Erestor glared at him, suddenly furious. “Enough! So your brother dared you—“
“No! Please, this…all right, he did pull the idea from my deepest fantasies, but I swear to you, I want to lay with you.” Haldir waded closer to the enraged and suspicious Noldo. “I have long admired your mind, your wit, your ease with words, your ability to paint a picture in your reader’s mind…and ever since meeting you three days ago I have deeply admired your external beauty as well.” He laid a hand on the other’s chest where he could feel the fast heartbeat. “I want you. In me. Please,” he ended, begging.
Erestor’s heartbeat calmed as his anger subsided. “I…it will hurt.”
Haldir repressed a shout of joy. “I know.”
“Will you still think it worth it when you are stretched wide and bleeding?” came the blunt question.
Scare tactics would not work on a marchwarden of Lothlorien. “Even if. Though that jar of oil should ease your way.”
Erestor rinsed his hair and picked up the container of thick oil. The look in his eyes as he glanced back up at Haldir nearly broke the Silvan’s heart. “Please…I have been hurt and rejected so many times. If you are simply toying with me, I beg of you, stop.”
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Chapter 4
The resignation in Erestor’s voice spurred Haldir into movement. Physical pain he could handle, after a couple of centuries as a warden of Lothlorien he knew himself to be a fast healer…but that sound in Erestor’s voice hurt him to the core. The beautiful elf who wrote such amazing poetry…he put the robes and most of the towels down on the nearby bench and placed the three jars and the last towel next to the pool. “I was…merely stunned by your beauty, my lord.”
Erestor scoffed. “You were stunned by my size, say rather. No one who has seen me naked has retained their desire. One even ran away screaming.”
Haldir slowly disrobed, his eyes holding Erestor’s. As each garment fell away he imagined long graceful fingers touching him…caressing him…preparing him. By the time he removed his loincloth he felt flushed and was fully erect.
Erestor’s eyes flicked down to his groin then back up to his face. “If you think to take me, warden, you will be disappointed. I have tried it twice and both times found it to be overly painful and desperately unsatisfying.”
“Why,” Haldir asked, stepping into the pool, “would you think I want to take you?”
Erestor poured out a measure of cinnamon oil into his hands and began massaging it into his wet hair. “Aside from that jar of unscented oil, your reputation as a top precedes you. Also, your…interest is apparent.”
Haldir watched the long fingers, covered now in fragrant suds, running through the dark hair and, even in the heat of the pool, he shivered. “I assure you, my…interest is solely to lay beneath you this night.”
Erestor glared at him, suddenly furious. “Enough! So your brother dared you—“
“No! Please, this…all right, he did pull the idea from my deepest fantasies, but I swear to you, I want to lay with you.” Haldir waded closer to the enraged and suspicious Noldo. “I have long admired your mind, your wit, your ease with words, your ability to paint a picture in your reader’s mind…and ever since meeting you three days ago I have deeply admired your external beauty as well.” He laid a hand on the other’s chest where he could feel the fast heartbeat. “I want you. In me. Please,” he ended, begging.
Erestor’s heartbeat calmed as his anger subsided. “I…it will hurt.”
Haldir repressed a shout of joy. “I know.”
“Will you still think it worth it when you are stretched wide and bleeding?” came the blunt question.
Scare tactics would not work on a marchwarden of Lothlorien. “Even if. Though that jar of oil should ease your way.”
Erestor rinsed his hair and picked up the container of thick oil. The look in his eyes as he glanced back up at Haldir nearly broke the Silvan’s heart. “Please…I have been hurt and rejected so many times. If you are simply toying with me, I beg of you, stop.”
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