All I ask of you

Chapter 5.

They continued kissing, until Glorfindel had lowered Melpomaen gently onto bed. The elda pulled slightly back, and intently studied his beloved’s eyes.

“Mel… meleth (love). I have to know… are you sure? Is this really what you want? If I take you, I can never let you go.”

“I want this, Glorfindel nín (my Glorfindel). I love you, only you. There is no other for me, ever.” Melpomaen said, without hesitation, raising his hand to caress Glorfindel’s face. He didn’t know exactly what to wait, but despite that he wasn’t afraid. Though, Mel had heard that first time could be painful but he was sure that Glorfindel would never hurt him. But should he still tell, that he was untouched, a virgin?

“Glorfindel, meleth… I need to tell… “ He finally began, blushing, but Glorfindel kissed him gently, stopping his stuttering.

“I know that you are untouched, Mel nín. You don’t have to be afraid. I could never hurt you.” Glorfindel said softly, continuing his kisses until he felt Melpomaen’s moan rippling against his lips.

Melpomaen stared mesmerized Glorfindel’s eyes, which seemed darker and slightly dilated. And what Glorfindel did next, surprised him completely.

“Come here, ind nín (my heart). I want you to touch me.” Glorfindel whispered with a sultry voice, and pulled his meleth atop him.

Now, waves of passion started to run through Melpomaen, when he found himself lying atop Glorfindel’s powerful, aroused body. It felt the most natural thing in Arda, to open Glorfindel’s tunic buttons, to run his hand upon soft and warm skin. Melpomaen could feel Glorfindel’s heart beating rapidly under his hand, as he instinctively leaned closer. Soon, Melpomaen’s lips followed the same path, and he moaned, tasting his meleth’s heady scent. Glorfindel’s gasps and soft moans felt like music in his ears, and young elf started to understand what sensual power he had over Glorfindel. He forgot his shyness, and started to feast on his meleth’s body like he was starving, undressing him at the same time. Melpomaen’s love made him bold. He craved more of Glorfindel’s skin, his strong body, his hot kisses. Wild need raged in Melpomaen’s heart and body when he felt the elda trembling beneath him.

Glorfindel was on fire. Never had he felt anything like this. Melpomaen’s innocent passion, obvious love in his touches, brought tears of joy in his eyes. Finally, Glorfindel rose, and started to undress his meleth slowly. Every now and then he kissed silky skin, which was revealed under discarded clothing. When Melpomaen finally lay naked, under his adoring gaze, Glorfindel’s heart almost stopped in front of this exquisite beauty.

The young elf’s skin was creamy and soft, tempting him to touch. His shiny, auburn hair spread out onto pillows, and well toned chest heaved slightly, in the same rhythm as his quickened breathing. Glorfindel could see how their closeness had affected Melpomaen. His dark nipples were hardened, and his arousal stood proudly against his abdomen. Oh… Mel was maybe smaller than average, but he was positively a male. The gaze in his eyes… was half shyness, half pure fire, and it aroused Glorfindel more than anything else could ever do. Glorfindel had always thought his meleth to be beautiful, but now, naked, aroused… he was magnificent!

“Oh… Valar… you are so beautiful!” Glorfindel whispered, and took the young elf in his arms. Both moaned when their bare bodies finally touched each other.

Melpomaen writhed, as Glorfindel pinned him onto mattress and started to explore every inch of his body. The elda’s gentle hands and hot, hungry mouth seemed to be everywhere, and Melpomaen could only yield to his loving caresses.

“Mel… Mel nín… so sweet, so soft…” Glorfindel breathed, enjoying every gasp and moan, which escaped from young elf’s lips. Slowly, gently he continued his path lower, until he finally reached Melpomaen’s arousal. The young elf gasped, and then moaned, when Glorfindel took him in his mouth. The elda closed his eyes, taking pleasure in his meleth’s unique taste.

“More, Mel nín… I want you to come for me… “ Glorfindel urged huskily. It didn’t take long when he tasted Melpomaen’s hot seed in his mouth and heard his own name echoing in the room.

Glorfindel trembled when he raised his head, and watched at Melpomaen, seeing how beautiful he was in waves of his pleasure. Glorfindel pulled the writhing elf closer, and held him close; until Melpomaen finally settled and stayed to rest peacefully in his arms. Glorfindel could have spent all eternity like this; just looking at and holding at his beloved Mel.

“It was incredible, Glorfindel. I never knew that it is possible to feel like this…” Melpomaen whispered, smiling happily.

“Oh, Mel! This was only the beginning. There is so much more I want to show you.” Glorfindel chuckled.

“Show me, then. I have dreamed of this, of us like this, so long.”

Melpomaen’s breath quickened, when Glorfindel grasped his tunic, and took out a little vial of oil. Very soon he would belong to the elf, whom he loved more then life itself. Almost instinctively he spread his legs, giving to Glorfindel wordless invitation to come closer. He met Glorfindel’s eyes and in his surprise he saw them shimmering with unshed tears.

Glorfindel could only stare with adoration this beautiful creature, who laid before him so trusting, offering him everything of himself. He knew that he would never experience anything as beautiful as this moment.

“Glorfindel?” Melpomaen whispered, slightly fearing that the elda had changed his mind. But then Glorfindel leaned closed and kissed his cheek gently.

“I just wanted you to know, that I will always cherish your precious gift in my heart, as long as I live. I will never want another, never.” Glorfindel said, his voice thick with emotions. He opened the vial, and started to prepare the young elf for his possession. Slowly, gently he massaged, teased, caressed until Mel writhed and whimpered under his hands. He looked intently into Mel’s dilated eyes and leaned closer.

“Mel nín. This is your last chance to say no. Are you sure you want to be mine?”

Glorfindel’s gentle question brought tears of joy into Mel’s eyes, and he nodded.

“I want to be yours. More than I have ever wanted anything.”

And then, finally, the elda gently placed himself above him. Mel held him tightly, as he was slowly filled with Glorfindel, with his love and need. An incredible feeling of fullness made Mel cry helplessly, but there was no pain. He cried with the sweetest ache and need he had ever known. His hands clung to Glorfindel’s back, and he swayed his hips pleadingly, making the elda groan.

“Make love to me, Glorfindel, saes (please)!”

“I will. Now and always, Mel nín. You are truly mine now.” Glorfindel whispered and started to move, carefully first but soon found complete rhythm, and the room filled with noises of their shared passion and pleasure. Glorfindel forgot everything else, when he heard Mel moaning freely beneath him. Only the burning pleasure that they had found in each other’s arms was left. And finally Mel came, crying Glorfindel’s name and the elda followed, feeling as he was drowning in velvety darkness.

When Mel finally stirred, he didn’t know how much time had passed. Glorfindel still held him tightly, as if he never wanted to let him go. Mel was fully content with that. Here, right here was so heavenly to be. Glorfindel smoothed his hair, and Mel closed his eyes, languid and thoroughly sated.

Glorfindel couldn’t take his eyes from Mel. He was now more beautiful than ever. His face were languid, but still flushed with rapture of their lovemaking. Glorfindel felt Mel’s little hand smoothing his back softly and sighed happily, but then startled, seeing Mel’s head snapping suddenly up.

“Mel? What is…” Glorfindel tried to ask, but Mel didn’t listen to him. Young elf stared at his backside in utter horror.

“Mel, saes calm down. What is matter ind nín? Tell me.” Glorfindel tried to ask, wondering Mel’s sudden change.

“Glorfindel, your backside… I…” Young elf stuttered, his cheeks now flaming.

“Mel, meleth. I assume that you don’t mean my battle scars. “ Glorfindel said calmly, even if he felt nauseous feeling in his stomach. He really had believed that Mel wouldn’t mind them… had he been wrong?

“I don’t mean your scars, Glorfindel. They are there because of your brave and loving heart and for that I love you even more. I mean… are you not hurt? Don’t you feel those scratchs I left on your back?” Mel asked, completely devastated.

Glorfindel was lost at first, what Mel meant but then the realization hit in him, and he burst into laugh, pulling young elf back in his arms.

“Oh, Mel! You just marked me as your own. Nothing would make me happier. You didn’t hurt me… and besides… You definitely have the marks made by me. Everybody will know tomorrow, that you are mine now. “ Glorfindel glanced at several love-bites upon Mel’s creamy skin.

“You… you’ re not mad at me?” Mel asked, relieved, and relaxed into Glorfindel’s embrace.

“Of course not. I’m happy and very proud when I’m allowed to carry your claiming marks, ind nín.”

“I just… I thought that I hurt you. “ Mel whispered, still blushing.

“Shh… everything is fine now. This is so new to you, so it is easy to understand that you started. Rest now, ind nín. We can settle everything else later.” Glorfindel said softly, his heart quivering with love he felt for Mel. It didn’t take long for them to both drift off.