Come to me in dreams

Chapter 7.

“You cannot be serious! Did he really say that?” Lindir whispered, his cheeks blushed almost crimson.

“Aye, he really said that, and I agree with him. I want us to be equal, Lindir nín.” Thranduil smiled gently, smoothing Lindir’s flaming cheek.

“So… so… you really want me to…”

“And why ever would I not? You know I love to feel your touch on me, how I wouldn’t love to feel you within me, Lindir nín?” Thranduil asked, pulling Lindir closer. In truth, he had never found much pleasure from yielding, but with Lindir, everything was different. He would deny him nothing, ever. Lindir was so young, that he had had no time to explore his preferences, but what ever they were, Thranduil wanted to fulfill all of them.

“I have never… you need to guide me.” Lindir said hesitantly, but his body was stirring with the thought. If the pleasure of taking were nothing compared of pleasure being taken, he would love to take Thranduil. He had sometimes fantasized about it, but never had he dared to ask it.

Thranduil saw, to his delight, how their conversation had affected to his young mate. Hot tremors ran through him. Ah, aye… he would love to yield to Lindir… Thranduil extended his hand, grasping Lindir’s arousal; he heard a low moan escaping from his lips. Thranduil stroked Lindir slowly, taking pleasure from his panting and begging. How he loved to look at Lindir this way. The young elf in his passion was beautiful, and he tasted heavenly.

“Heavenly… indeed.” Thranduil thought himself, when Lindir captured his mouth in a passionate kiss. He opened his lips eagerly, letting Lindir taste him. When they finally broke the kiss, Thranduil saw Lindir’s eyes darkened with pleasure and need.

“I will take you, meleth. But before that… I want to kiss you… everywhere … right … everywhere.” Lindir purred against his lips, making Thranduil shiver.

Before he realized, Thranduil felt Lindir’s hands and mouth upon him, caressing him ever so deliciously, as only Lindir could. Not one single part of Thranduil’s body stayed untouched by him, and so Thranduil yielded to his hervenn (husband) for the very first time. His control was completely lost, and he felt as his body has had its own will. Faintly, Thranduil heard his own voice begging for mercy, as he felt a hot mouth around him. Never had Thranduil known such pleasure as now, under Lindir’s loving touch. He trembled even more when Lindir’s hair brushed lightly over his burning skin. Thranduil gently stroked the silky locks, taking pleasure of the sensations that washed over him.

Lindir was intoxicated with need and Thranduil’s heady taste. He had never imagined that his beloved would taste so heavenly, and now he started to understand why Thranduil was always so eager to love him this way. Lindir moaned with pleasure, sucking eagerly, and thinking that he would never tire of this. When Thranduil finally came, Lindir followed him over the edge.

When Lindir finally came back to his senses, he found himself in Thranduil’s arms. Lindir blushed, embarrassed his lack of control.

“Lindir nín. Don’t be sorry for your completion. I’m happy if my pleasure affects you like this.” Thranduil whispered, his voice still unsteady. He held Lindir tightly, not wanting to let him go. How he wished he could stay right here, forever.

“But…but how am I going to… when I… “Lindir stuttered, against Thranduil’s chest.

“Oh meleth! I can wait for you to recover. Besides… now you will last longer when you make love to me.” Thranduil happily chuckled. How he loved his mate and everything about him. He loved his loving nature, the innocence that still lingered in him, despite their bond. He loved Lindir’s beauty and his voice.

“You are so good to me. I hope that I won’t disappoint you.” Lindir whispered.

“You will not, of that I’m sure, meleth. You have already made me feel happy and thoroughly loved. No one has ever loved me like you. Don’t make me wait anymore. Don’t deny me this, don’t deny us.” Thranduil said gently.

Lindir gathered his courage and pulled back, taking the vial from the nightstand. He met Thranduil’s gaze and saw love and desire burning in his beautiful eyes. Lindir also saw how his mate opened up to him, silently inviting him closer.

“Tell me if I am doing this right.” Lindir whispered, tentatively smoothing his mate’s powerful thighs so tenderly that Thranduil could almost weep. The soft caresses showed all Lindir’s love for him.

“Your touch is always right for me, meleth nín. I love to feel your hands on me.” Thranduil said hoarsely, instinctively opening his legs. He gasped, when Lindir leaned closer, kissing his abdomen.

“You like this, aye?” Lindir purred, already knowing that Thranduil really was enjoying his caresses. Teasingly, Lindir brushed the rapidly hardening length and smiled happily when he heard helpless moan escaping from Thranduil’s lips. He enjoyed his new power over his mate.

“Oh, Lindir…saes (please)! Don’t tease me. I want you… so much.” Thranduil begged. He sighed when Lindir seemed to have mercy for him, but soon Thranduil noticed that his torture had barely begun. Lindir’s skillful fingers could do much more than play the harp. Never had Thranduil felt the need burning so strongly, it was almost painful, One by one, Lindir added more fingers, stretching and teasing him mercilessly. Thranduil begged, like never before, feeling a strange emptiness inside him. The emptiness that only Lindir could fill.

At last, when Thranduil thought he would die if he had to wait anymore, Lindir leaned into his waiting embrace, starting to push in. Thranduil didn’t know which one was more blissful; to see pure rapture upon Lindir’s face, or to feel them finally becoming one. He smiled at his young mate lovingly, and pulled him into deep kiss, feeling how their joining created burning ripples through their bodies.

“Move, meleth. Let me feel your love.” Thranduil urged gently, swaying his hips and Lindir did. He made love to his king, taking him with such love and tenderness that Thranduil had never known before. He yielded to Lindir completely, his heart and body singing with ecstasy. Thranduil writhed and cried his mate’s name when his orgasm finally crashed over him, and his whole being drowned in a sea of pleasure. The warmth inside Thranduil wasn’t only Lindir’s completion, but also the exquisite feeling of their love. He clung to Lindir as a lifeline, sobbing with overwhelming emotions. The young elf trembled in Thranduil’s arms, and he could feel his lover’s heartbeats under his hands. Thranduil never expected he would enjoy this so much with their reversed roles.

Thranduil opened his eyes, when he felt soft kiss upon his cheek.

“How was…I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Lindir asked hesitantly, kissing him again.

“Nay, meleth. You didn’t hurt me, but loved me so beautifully like no one ever before.” Thranduil whispered hoarsely, with tears in his eyes.

Lindir’s heart skipped one beat, when he realized what had happened. This beautiful, powerful elf had given him everything and more. He felt humble gratitude for such a gift, finally understanding how blessed he was.

“I love you, Thranduil nín, more than I ever thought possible.” Lindir said and cupped his mate’s face; spreading soft kisses on them and then finally claimed his lips again.

Thranduil could only hold Lindir close and return his sweet kisses. His heart was beating almost painfully fast in his chest and all words had temporarily failed him. His Lindir was indeed magnificent in every way. The young elf had taken him passionately, but with so much love, that it had taken his breath away. For the very first time in his life, Thranduil felt unusually vulnerable but also beautiful, loved and safe.

“I love you, too. I just wish to stay right here, forever. You feel so good in my arms. Lindir nín.” He finally whispered, completely exhausted. It didn’t take long before he slept peacefully.

Lindir couldn’t sleep yet. Affection burned his heart, when he saw how vulnerable Thranduil seemed in his sleep. This elf was completely different from the powerful King whom he had come to know. Lindir understood how lucky he was, for he was the only one who ever would see the other side of Thranduil, this loving, gentle, completely beautiful creature. He was someone who needed love and affection like any other elf.

Lindir looked at his sleeping mate, staying awake for a long time. Every now and then, he kissed Thranduil’s cheek or brow, or stroked the soft, silvery locks that spread onto the pillow. Lindir smiled when he noticed his mate smiling every time he touched him. Thranduil indeed welcomed his touch, whether he was awake or asleep.

Finally, happy and content Lindir slept, hoping that he would stay in Thranduil’s arms forever.