The Hands, The Hands

The Hands, The Hands
By Mieren

Exhausted by a long day of training young elves in the way of swordsmanship, Glorfindel was lounging in a searing bath scented of lilacs. Lolling his head back against the edge of the large tub, he closed his eyes leisurely. A tiny ripple in the water alerted him that something was amiss and he opened his eyes again, jerking in shock to find a face a fraction of an inch from his own. He opened his mouth to exclaim and the orifice was plundered instantly.

Perched catlike on the edge of the tub, one of the twins hovered above him, one arm dipping into the water below. He swept the wet appendage up the inside of the blonde’s leg, bringing his hand to rest on the seneschal’s genitals. The action spurred Glorfindel into motion, pushing the raven elf away from himself firmly. He was from the First Age and to him, Elrond’s sons were mere elflings that he had personally helped raise.

The elf knight obediently moved back to the far side of the tub, still perched on the edge, his erection jutting out from between folded legs. Glorfindel’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. He knew the twins better than that and the boy had given in far too easily for his piece of mind. The reason was made clear when a body appeared behind him, sliding between him and the head of the tub. The blond tried to yank away from the new form but found himself trapped when the other twin came into the tub, sitting gleefully in his lap.

His mouth was reclaimed and an ear tip was suckled firmly from behind. Hands came in from all directions, pulling at his fast forming erection and tweaking his nipples. He knew he was in trouble when he felt the elf atop him rise up, thrusting an erection teasingly into his navel. His testicles dangled heavily against the head of the seneschal’s erection and he gave in to the inevitable.

Curling his arms around the foremost twin, he dipped his fingers into a well-formed crevice and fingered the puckered opening. He curled two fingers into the pleased twin, smirking around the tongue in his mouth when he found the passage already oiled and stretched. Pulling his fingers back, he took control of the situation and flipped the squirming elf, forcing him to his knees and pressing his chest to the end of the tub. He rolled to his knees, thrusting fiercely into the raven knight. Scrambling movement behind him pressed him deeper into the young form.

A hand placed in the small of his back held him still while fingers slicked with soapy water caressed the globes of his ass. One finger pressed into him gently, twisting expertly to strike a spot that sent light flashing through his vision. Simultaneously, the passage around his sheathed length tightened viciously, making him shudder in joy. He couldn’t help wonder where they had learned their skills in the acts of lovemaking. They worked as a flawless team to bring him to delirious heights of pleasu

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Arching away from the tub’s edge, the speared elf twisted his back to unnatural angles to curl his arms around Glorfindel’s shoulders and lock his mouth, upside down, to the balrog slayer’s. Stunned by the raven elf’s flexibility, the blond lost control of the situation to the energetic twins. The fingers gripping his shoulders massaged the taxed muscles deeply, making the seneschal groan in ecstasy. In gratitude, he coiled his fingers underneath the twin and stroked his length with one hand, using the other to pull the lithe form closer.

Behind him, hands buried in his dripping golden locks, twisting into the tangled mass to run tantalizingly along his scalp. Glorfindel’s jaw dropped. The already misaligned twin in front of him contorted further, making the blond wonder if he had bones. Straining massively using his grip on the seneschal’s shoulders, he managed to lower his head far enough to momentarily lap at a nipple. The strain of the position forced him to straighten and he paused to nip at the blonde’s jaw before flipping forward again. His arching had pulled Glorfindel’s length partially from his body and he didn’t care to keep it so.

When slender hips shoved against him again, he came into the sweet depths surrounding him. Having been holding out for that moment, the twins happily followed. Panting, Glorfindel slumped forward. The twins were already in motion, pulling free and resettling the blond in his former relaxed position. They were gone so quickly that the seneschal wondered briefly if they had been a figment of his imagination. Only vague soreness in his posterior promised proof of their activities.

Sighing, he leaned back, vowing to leave himself defenseless in the tub more often.

End.
As per request, twins versus Glorfindel. R&R!