Isolation
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
4,459
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
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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.
Part 8
Part 8…
Lindir allowed Elrond to lead him towards the large bed gracing the luxurious bedchamber, hazily taking in his surroundings. The bed, massive and imposing, was built out of heavy oak with intricate carvings gracing the headboard and footboard. The dark burgundy bedspread with accompanying dark green pillowcases seemed to beckon to him, promising unimaginable pleasures within their depths. Forcing his lungs to draw breath he allowed Elrond to divest him of his restricting garments, a flush of desire mixed with embarrassment staining his cheeks. He’s heart beat quickened, his breath came out it gasps and pants and the speed at which all this was happening sent his already befuddled thoughts spiraling out of control. Deciding that for the moment any thoughts about the rashness of their actions or any possible future regrets could be dealt with later, he was being granted his hearts desire and he would be damned if he didn’t take the opportunity and hold onto it with both hands else it vanish into thin air.
Elrond, who was beginning to doubt whether Lindir really wanted this to happen was reassured when the delicate hands he had been fantasizing about all evening began to touch him, unbuttoning the collar of his robe, moving steadily downwards until enough were undone so the material parted and exposed the smooth skin of his chest. Feeling the long fingers, which were so talented with a harp, caress him, flittering across his hardened nipples cause the half elf to groan. This seemed to embolden the younger elf for almost immediately after the groan escaped his lips a second hand daringly settled over his groin, cupping and rubbing the hardness there, bringing another groan from the Imladris Lord.
“Lindir,” Disconcerted at the raspy texturehis his voice he swallowed before continuing. “Are you sure?”
Pulling at more of the buttons and at the same time pushing the velvety robe from Elronds shoulders Lindir leaned forward and pressed their lips together. “I’m sure” was murmured against his lips before an insistent tongue slipped inside to duel with that of the older elf. Pulling away to place a miniscule amount of space between them, their breathe mixing as both elves panted Lindir asked the same question. “Are you sure?”
“Mmmmmmmmm…” Closing his eyes for the briefest of seconds before opening them to hungrily stare at the wanton, and very naked, vision before him. “Most definitely!”
“Well then, since we are both sure…” With a devious smile and an aggressive tug he allowed the robe to fall free and flutter around Elronds ankles, leaving the half-elf naked save for his leggings and soft boots. His eyes alight with renewed hunger, the smile fading as he opened his mouth to draw in a ragged breath Lindir bent his head to enclose a pebbled nipple, one hand caressing the pale muscled stomach while the other returned to its previous task of stroking and kneading Elronds sex through the restrictive cloth, eliciting a deep rumble of approval. Forcing his awkwardness at his own nudity aside he immersed himself in the task of pleasuring his Lord.
Stepping way from the warm, exquisite mouth and tongue he impatiently brushed Lindirs enthusiastic hand away from his crotch and, fumblingly briefly, finally succeeded in undoing his leggings while at the same time toeing off his boots, only to loose his balance in the process and topple backwards to land on the soft bed directly behind him. Elrond allowed Lindir to pull the bothersome cloth from his heated flesh before pulling the willowy form into his arms and rolling them both until he sat astride his lover, urging him to scoot backwards until they were laying amongst plush pillows, kissing heatedly. The next minutes where filled with impassioned moans and soft mewls as they kissed and explored, learning each others bodies. With one more scorching kiss Elrond leaned to the side, delving into the side table, searching for something with which to aid him in the next stage in their lovemaking. Finally encountering what he sought Elrond pulled a vial of sweet oil, long unused but still more than adequate for its purpose. Locking eyes with the green gaze of the elf beneath him he pulled the stopper out with his teeth, watching in satisfaction as Lindirs eyes widened and he shifted in anticipation, spreading his thighs invitingly. Allowing the stopper to fall from his teeth and disappear over the edge of the bed Elrond tipped the vial, the oil trickling over his long fingers before moving downwards to slowly drift teasing over the smooth globes at the base of his lovers’ penis before encircling and massaging the tight, puckered entrance to Lindirs body.
Lindir whimpered, spreading his legs farther apart and arched his back in a silent plea for Elrond to enter him, gasping as the solitary finger breached his entrance and slowly delved farther into his depths. As a second finger joined the first Lindir felt a moist tongue lick his heated length before a hot mouth engulfed the tip of his arousal and began to suckle. Clutching the bed cover as though his life depended on it Lindir was torn between two pleasures, a hot mouth upon his cock and long talented fingers, three of them now, thrusting in and out of his tight passage. Tossing his head back and forth from pleasure, lower lip caught between his teeth to control the rising pitch of his moans, Lindir quivered and trembled.
Removing his fingers and releasing Lindirs’ cock from his mouth Elrond coated his own erection with oil before hooking his arms beneath the young elf’s legs and lifting his hips from the bed, adjusting until the tip of his penis rested against the stretched opening of Lindirs ass. Pushing against the pink opening he slowly breached Lindirs sweet body his eye lids drooping as the head of his arousal entered the tight passage, exerting all his control not to just plunge in to the hilt.
“Please...” The pleading tone caused Elrond to focus on Lindirs fair face, fear gripping him, afraid he was hurting the stunning elf beneath him he stopped all movement and started to withdraw.
“No, please…” Gasping, his breathe coming in tiny pants. “By the Gods… Elrond… just…” Another deep gasping breath. “Just take me please, I’m feel as though I’m… dying.”
Releasing his pent up breath Elrond smiled, a feral glint entering his eye as he thrust deep into Lindirs body, stopping only when he was buried to the hilt to allow his lover time to adjust to the swift invasion.
Opening his eyes, having not even been aware he had closed them, Lindir met silver-grey eyes with his own passion darkened green ones, silently granting Elrond permission to begin moving, which the half-elf did with great enthusiasm. Each allowing the sensations to overwhelm them they slowly built up momentum, moving in synch. Lips met in sloppy kisses, moans and cries grew in volume. Lindir removed one hand from the bedding and wrapped it around his erection, soon joined by one of Elronds, both stroking the heated length until Lindir convulsed and hot cream spurted over their hands and across his stomach, Elrond following moments latter, hips jerking instinctively a few more times before he collapsed atop the listless, sweaty from beneath him. Bodies shifted as lips search and found each other for another lingering, sweet kiss, both clinging to the other in post-orgasmic bliss.
TBC…
Lindir allowed Elrond to lead him towards the large bed gracing the luxurious bedchamber, hazily taking in his surroundings. The bed, massive and imposing, was built out of heavy oak with intricate carvings gracing the headboard and footboard. The dark burgundy bedspread with accompanying dark green pillowcases seemed to beckon to him, promising unimaginable pleasures within their depths. Forcing his lungs to draw breath he allowed Elrond to divest him of his restricting garments, a flush of desire mixed with embarrassment staining his cheeks. He’s heart beat quickened, his breath came out it gasps and pants and the speed at which all this was happening sent his already befuddled thoughts spiraling out of control. Deciding that for the moment any thoughts about the rashness of their actions or any possible future regrets could be dealt with later, he was being granted his hearts desire and he would be damned if he didn’t take the opportunity and hold onto it with both hands else it vanish into thin air.
Elrond, who was beginning to doubt whether Lindir really wanted this to happen was reassured when the delicate hands he had been fantasizing about all evening began to touch him, unbuttoning the collar of his robe, moving steadily downwards until enough were undone so the material parted and exposed the smooth skin of his chest. Feeling the long fingers, which were so talented with a harp, caress him, flittering across his hardened nipples cause the half elf to groan. This seemed to embolden the younger elf for almost immediately after the groan escaped his lips a second hand daringly settled over his groin, cupping and rubbing the hardness there, bringing another groan from the Imladris Lord.
“Lindir,” Disconcerted at the raspy texturehis his voice he swallowed before continuing. “Are you sure?”
Pulling at more of the buttons and at the same time pushing the velvety robe from Elronds shoulders Lindir leaned forward and pressed their lips together. “I’m sure” was murmured against his lips before an insistent tongue slipped inside to duel with that of the older elf. Pulling away to place a miniscule amount of space between them, their breathe mixing as both elves panted Lindir asked the same question. “Are you sure?”
“Mmmmmmmmm…” Closing his eyes for the briefest of seconds before opening them to hungrily stare at the wanton, and very naked, vision before him. “Most definitely!”
“Well then, since we are both sure…” With a devious smile and an aggressive tug he allowed the robe to fall free and flutter around Elronds ankles, leaving the half-elf naked save for his leggings and soft boots. His eyes alight with renewed hunger, the smile fading as he opened his mouth to draw in a ragged breath Lindir bent his head to enclose a pebbled nipple, one hand caressing the pale muscled stomach while the other returned to its previous task of stroking and kneading Elronds sex through the restrictive cloth, eliciting a deep rumble of approval. Forcing his awkwardness at his own nudity aside he immersed himself in the task of pleasuring his Lord.
Stepping way from the warm, exquisite mouth and tongue he impatiently brushed Lindirs enthusiastic hand away from his crotch and, fumblingly briefly, finally succeeded in undoing his leggings while at the same time toeing off his boots, only to loose his balance in the process and topple backwards to land on the soft bed directly behind him. Elrond allowed Lindir to pull the bothersome cloth from his heated flesh before pulling the willowy form into his arms and rolling them both until he sat astride his lover, urging him to scoot backwards until they were laying amongst plush pillows, kissing heatedly. The next minutes where filled with impassioned moans and soft mewls as they kissed and explored, learning each others bodies. With one more scorching kiss Elrond leaned to the side, delving into the side table, searching for something with which to aid him in the next stage in their lovemaking. Finally encountering what he sought Elrond pulled a vial of sweet oil, long unused but still more than adequate for its purpose. Locking eyes with the green gaze of the elf beneath him he pulled the stopper out with his teeth, watching in satisfaction as Lindirs eyes widened and he shifted in anticipation, spreading his thighs invitingly. Allowing the stopper to fall from his teeth and disappear over the edge of the bed Elrond tipped the vial, the oil trickling over his long fingers before moving downwards to slowly drift teasing over the smooth globes at the base of his lovers’ penis before encircling and massaging the tight, puckered entrance to Lindirs body.
Lindir whimpered, spreading his legs farther apart and arched his back in a silent plea for Elrond to enter him, gasping as the solitary finger breached his entrance and slowly delved farther into his depths. As a second finger joined the first Lindir felt a moist tongue lick his heated length before a hot mouth engulfed the tip of his arousal and began to suckle. Clutching the bed cover as though his life depended on it Lindir was torn between two pleasures, a hot mouth upon his cock and long talented fingers, three of them now, thrusting in and out of his tight passage. Tossing his head back and forth from pleasure, lower lip caught between his teeth to control the rising pitch of his moans, Lindir quivered and trembled.
Removing his fingers and releasing Lindirs’ cock from his mouth Elrond coated his own erection with oil before hooking his arms beneath the young elf’s legs and lifting his hips from the bed, adjusting until the tip of his penis rested against the stretched opening of Lindirs ass. Pushing against the pink opening he slowly breached Lindirs sweet body his eye lids drooping as the head of his arousal entered the tight passage, exerting all his control not to just plunge in to the hilt.
“Please...” The pleading tone caused Elrond to focus on Lindirs fair face, fear gripping him, afraid he was hurting the stunning elf beneath him he stopped all movement and started to withdraw.
“No, please…” Gasping, his breathe coming in tiny pants. “By the Gods… Elrond… just…” Another deep gasping breath. “Just take me please, I’m feel as though I’m… dying.”
Releasing his pent up breath Elrond smiled, a feral glint entering his eye as he thrust deep into Lindirs body, stopping only when he was buried to the hilt to allow his lover time to adjust to the swift invasion.
Opening his eyes, having not even been aware he had closed them, Lindir met silver-grey eyes with his own passion darkened green ones, silently granting Elrond permission to begin moving, which the half-elf did with great enthusiasm. Each allowing the sensations to overwhelm them they slowly built up momentum, moving in synch. Lips met in sloppy kisses, moans and cries grew in volume. Lindir removed one hand from the bedding and wrapped it around his erection, soon joined by one of Elronds, both stroking the heated length until Lindir convulsed and hot cream spurted over their hands and across his stomach, Elrond following moments latter, hips jerking instinctively a few more times before he collapsed atop the listless, sweaty from beneath him. Bodies shifted as lips search and found each other for another lingering, sweet kiss, both clinging to the other in post-orgasmic bliss.
TBC…