The old ways

So he turned his head and blew softly against Haldir's exposed neck. He couldn't quite reach the soft skin with his tongue and so he went for the next best part, Haldir's chest. His tongue circled the hardening nub of the left nipple and from time to time he would nip at it tenderly with his teeth. He was rewarded with the intended hitching of Haldir's breath and the vacant eyes cleared. Haldir looked at Legolas in surprise and when the wicked tongue moved to his other nipple Haldir moaned softly.

Their lovemaking was slow and full of warmth and love. Hands were roaming the plains of their bodies and tongues followed in their trail. Soon both elves were covered in a sheen of sweet and their breaths were ragged. Haldir had turned Legolas on his front and had pushed the long, golden tresses aside so he could devour the soft skin of the shoulders and neck before him thoroughly.

Legolas was writhing beneath him and his firm buttocks rubbed against Haldir's straining erection. Haldir moved lower and worshipped every inch of skin on his way. His hands were kneading the muscular back and when his tongue had reached the beginning of the cleft between the round globes of Legolas backside, his husband arched slightly off the bed. Haldir's tongue went lower and lower. His hands parted tuttouttocks, opening Legolas up for him. Wet trails glistened in the moonlight, were his tongue had touched the tender flesh.

Legolas was rubbing himself against the sheets and moaned uncontrollably. "Please, love let me fell your tongue, please. Haldir I burn for you."

A smile spread on the warden's face as he touched the puckered entrance ever so slightly only with the tip of his tongue. "Nghhh..." was all Legolas was able to utter.

Steadily Haldir increased the pressure of his tongue until he was sliding in and out of the tight hole with ease. With his left hand he carefully reached under the bed and pulled a linen sack quietly up onto the covers. It took him some time to open it without breaking the contact of his tongue with Legolas body.

He fumbled around the sack for a second until he was able to retrieve a bottle of rich and slick oil and a small and slender wooden pole. It was curved ever so slightly and perfectly smooth. Haldir f it it rather hard to remove the stopper of the little bottle with only one hand but he succeeded rather quickly. He moved himself up on his knees and now knelt between Legolas widely spread legs. "Oh, don't stop. Please, love. I need you. Don't stop!"

"Haldir kissed Legolas lovingly on the back and whispered seductively "I don't intend to stop. Not by a long way. I love you, do you know that? I love how you shiver under my touch, how you give yourself to me and tremble with need for me."

He coated his finger with the rich oil and stroked the quivering entrance tenderly. "Can you feel me? Can you feel my need for you, my love?" Haldir continued.

All Legolas could manage was a nod, so absorbed he was in the sensual ministrations.

The tip of the index finger slipped into the willing body and Haldir smoothed all the way with the slick substance. He carefully added a second finger probing for Legolas prostate. The elf beneath him convulsed and groaned loudly. Only a few seconds later Legolas was beyond any coherent thought and seemed to have lost all of his own will. Carefully Haldir reached with his free hand for the small wooden pole and managed to pour some of the oil onto it.

Their bed sheets were going to be a mess in the morning but it didn't matter to Haldir at all. He removed his probing fingers and replaced them with the wood. Maddeningly slowly he pushed the pole in and out again. Legolas hips were bucking up, impaling himself deeper onto the wood.’ This is going to be better than I thought ‘Haldir mused and tried to push his own aroused state far from him.