Feanor in 100 (or more) words
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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9
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Need to Devour
That Erestor had walked in his study, slipping in without knocking and locking the door behind him, did not surprise Feanor. The wild gleam in the young Elf's eyes, the ferocious desire written on Erestor's smooth, aristocratic features, however... made Feanaro gasp and rise from behind his massive desk, abandoning the letters he had been reading.
Erestor remained motionless, leaning against the door and panting, watching his lover intently, as Feanor closed the distance between them, hand reaching out to caress the youth's cheek.
"Are you well?..." Feanor began, but his words were abruptly cut when the air was knocked out of his lungs. Erestor grabbed him and turned him around, slamming Feanor against the door and clutching his tunic with both hands.
"I need you... now." the young Elf almost growled, pressing himself against Feanaro's broader and taller form, pinning him against the solid, carved door. There was nothing Feanor could do but gasp and bite his lip, taken aback by the powerful assault and the amount of strength hidden in Erestor's decepitvely lithe body.
"What are you doing to me, my beautiful?" Feanor inquired, tilting his head to the side and raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
"I want you... I need to have you, now!" Erestor's words came out in rough voice. He twined his long, slender fingers in Feanor's hair and pulled his head down until their lips met. He kissed his lover with demanding, bruising, intensity, voraciously exploring Feanor's mouth and avidly tasting him.
When his lungs ached for breath, Feanor tore his lips away, his head spinning and a lustful haze blurring his vision, until he focused on Erestor's burning, charcoal eyes. He whimpered and clutched the young Elf's shoulders, when Erestor's hand slid between them and he began caressing Feanor's responding arousal.
"But... No, Maitimo will be here any minute now and there are news that he and I must discuss..." Feanor protested weakly, hissing when Erestor's fingers gave his length a hard squeeze.
"I don't care about Maitimo. I want you NOW!" Erestor said, one last time, before tugging at the laces of Feanaro's leggings and slipping his fingers beneath the waistband. "I know you want it too..." the young Elf purred, peering up from beneath thick, dark eyelashes. He saw Feanor tossing his head back and leaning against the door.
"Yes..." the older Elf moaned, trying to hold back the lustful cries that Erestor's fingers coaxed out of him.
Erestor remained motionless, leaning against the door and panting, watching his lover intently, as Feanor closed the distance between them, hand reaching out to caress the youth's cheek.
"Are you well?..." Feanor began, but his words were abruptly cut when the air was knocked out of his lungs. Erestor grabbed him and turned him around, slamming Feanor against the door and clutching his tunic with both hands.
"I need you... now." the young Elf almost growled, pressing himself against Feanaro's broader and taller form, pinning him against the solid, carved door. There was nothing Feanor could do but gasp and bite his lip, taken aback by the powerful assault and the amount of strength hidden in Erestor's decepitvely lithe body.
"What are you doing to me, my beautiful?" Feanor inquired, tilting his head to the side and raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
"I want you... I need to have you, now!" Erestor's words came out in rough voice. He twined his long, slender fingers in Feanor's hair and pulled his head down until their lips met. He kissed his lover with demanding, bruising, intensity, voraciously exploring Feanor's mouth and avidly tasting him.
When his lungs ached for breath, Feanor tore his lips away, his head spinning and a lustful haze blurring his vision, until he focused on Erestor's burning, charcoal eyes. He whimpered and clutched the young Elf's shoulders, when Erestor's hand slid between them and he began caressing Feanor's responding arousal.
"But... No, Maitimo will be here any minute now and there are news that he and I must discuss..." Feanor protested weakly, hissing when Erestor's fingers gave his length a hard squeeze.
"I don't care about Maitimo. I want you NOW!" Erestor said, one last time, before tugging at the laces of Feanaro's leggings and slipping his fingers beneath the waistband. "I know you want it too..." the young Elf purred, peering up from beneath thick, dark eyelashes. He saw Feanor tossing his head back and leaning against the door.
"Yes..." the older Elf moaned, trying to hold back the lustful cries that Erestor's fingers coaxed out of him.