House of the Golden Flower
folder
+First Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
48
Views:
3,843
Reviews:
54
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
+First Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
48
Views:
3,843
Reviews:
54
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 I: Chapter 8
Sex!
--------------------
He took me to his bed and lay me down, lying full length atop me, his weight pressing on my ribs and hips pleasantly. I relaxed under him, and wrapped my arms about his waist, kneading the long lean muscles in his back, spreading my legs and letting his settle between them. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do, Idril’s descriptions were pleasantly brief and I was in no mood to think of the sheer horror involved with her course of education.
I wanted to kiss him again, the last one had been nice, and so I leaned up and did so. His hands stroked my face and neck and I kissed him gently, opening my mouth and daring to lick his lips. He opefor for me, and I was surprised but plunged ahead, more curious than afraid. His mouth was warm and wet, tasting faintly of wine and dinner and something else, something as unique and soothing as his smell, as his body. I liked it. I wanted some more.
I kissed his upper lip, licked along it, all down his mouth and jaws, inching my way toward his ears as he did the same to whatever I gave him to reach. I worked my way down the thick strong cords of his neck when i came to his shirt collar, i nipped him and pushed it aside to taste the warm skin of his collarbones. He moaned above me and moved off, kneeling between my legs and pulling his robes off over his head. I watched in fascination as he began to fumble with the buttons.
Well, I wanted to see. He’d have to get another shirt. I sat up and grabbed hold of the lapels, ripping it off with a satisfying noise. I gave it another jerk and it parted all the way down the front. I ran my hands over his chest, playing with his nipples, surprised by the sounds he made when I did. I jerked off my robes and shirt, him helping, and tried my own, continuing to play with his. It didn’t work until he reached for me and did it, then my skin grew hot and hungry under his touch, as if what wasn’t being touched was jealous of what was.
I became suddenly aware that I was very hard. I reached down and checked to see if he was. He was hot in my hand through the fabric of his pants, thick and heavy like my own. I caressed him idly and he moaned. I replied in kind without thinking, and his hands slid off my bare chest to my aching member. I threw his shirt off him with my free hand, and then began work on his pants, tearing some of the fastenings. I wanted it, and I wanted it now. Time for slow and easy later.
He likewise made haste in removing mine, and when they were down and his hands were on me, I cried out loudly. Then it was his turn to yell as my hands found the hard, sleek upward curve of his erection. I looked at it in awe for a moment, and then began caressing his thighs with one hand, still holding my prize. He got the message and began rubbing my belly, reluctant to let me go to pull his pants off. We let go at the same time and jerked them off quickly, then returned to the bed and lay side by side. I reached for him again, cupping his balls in one hand and heat in the other. So much like my own, so very different. I loved him already, and it was natural that I decided that I liked this very much.
I began to pull in gliding strokes the same way I always had my own, and got the favor returned. With a soft gasp, I did to him my favorite tricks, and he did to me his. I learned that he liked it a little rough, and that he liked to be squeezed tight. I could have come just from him looking at me, but this was a much better way to do it. We both were ready and our mouths met as our hands sped up, until we were thrusting and bumping our knuckles together. I came in his hand, my shout lost as his brilliant tongue tangled with mine in the heat of our shared mouth.
He came next, sticky heat splashing my hand. He moaned long and loud into my mouth and I couldn’t resist the urge to laugh satedly. He smiled tiredly at me, and massaged my softening member with what was in his hand, rubbing my belly. I rubbed his thighs, feeling comforted. At last, I thought, at last.
I curled against his body to rest, lying awake in his scent and warmth that had suddenly taken new meaning. He held me close, and I rubbed his thighs and buttocks in slow circles until I fell asleep, my hand slack on his hip, sticky and comfortable.
--------------------
He took me to his bed and lay me down, lying full length atop me, his weight pressing on my ribs and hips pleasantly. I relaxed under him, and wrapped my arms about his waist, kneading the long lean muscles in his back, spreading my legs and letting his settle between them. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do, Idril’s descriptions were pleasantly brief and I was in no mood to think of the sheer horror involved with her course of education.
I wanted to kiss him again, the last one had been nice, and so I leaned up and did so. His hands stroked my face and neck and I kissed him gently, opening my mouth and daring to lick his lips. He opefor for me, and I was surprised but plunged ahead, more curious than afraid. His mouth was warm and wet, tasting faintly of wine and dinner and something else, something as unique and soothing as his smell, as his body. I liked it. I wanted some more.
I kissed his upper lip, licked along it, all down his mouth and jaws, inching my way toward his ears as he did the same to whatever I gave him to reach. I worked my way down the thick strong cords of his neck when i came to his shirt collar, i nipped him and pushed it aside to taste the warm skin of his collarbones. He moaned above me and moved off, kneeling between my legs and pulling his robes off over his head. I watched in fascination as he began to fumble with the buttons.
Well, I wanted to see. He’d have to get another shirt. I sat up and grabbed hold of the lapels, ripping it off with a satisfying noise. I gave it another jerk and it parted all the way down the front. I ran my hands over his chest, playing with his nipples, surprised by the sounds he made when I did. I jerked off my robes and shirt, him helping, and tried my own, continuing to play with his. It didn’t work until he reached for me and did it, then my skin grew hot and hungry under his touch, as if what wasn’t being touched was jealous of what was.
I became suddenly aware that I was very hard. I reached down and checked to see if he was. He was hot in my hand through the fabric of his pants, thick and heavy like my own. I caressed him idly and he moaned. I replied in kind without thinking, and his hands slid off my bare chest to my aching member. I threw his shirt off him with my free hand, and then began work on his pants, tearing some of the fastenings. I wanted it, and I wanted it now. Time for slow and easy later.
He likewise made haste in removing mine, and when they were down and his hands were on me, I cried out loudly. Then it was his turn to yell as my hands found the hard, sleek upward curve of his erection. I looked at it in awe for a moment, and then began caressing his thighs with one hand, still holding my prize. He got the message and began rubbing my belly, reluctant to let me go to pull his pants off. We let go at the same time and jerked them off quickly, then returned to the bed and lay side by side. I reached for him again, cupping his balls in one hand and heat in the other. So much like my own, so very different. I loved him already, and it was natural that I decided that I liked this very much.
I began to pull in gliding strokes the same way I always had my own, and got the favor returned. With a soft gasp, I did to him my favorite tricks, and he did to me his. I learned that he liked it a little rough, and that he liked to be squeezed tight. I could have come just from him looking at me, but this was a much better way to do it. We both were ready and our mouths met as our hands sped up, until we were thrusting and bumping our knuckles together. I came in his hand, my shout lost as his brilliant tongue tangled with mine in the heat of our shared mouth.
He came next, sticky heat splashing my hand. He moaned long and loud into my mouth and I couldn’t resist the urge to laugh satedly. He smiled tiredly at me, and massaged my softening member with what was in his hand, rubbing my belly. I rubbed his thighs, feeling comforted. At last, I thought, at last.
I curled against his body to rest, lying awake in his scent and warmth that had suddenly taken new meaning. He held me close, and I rubbed his thighs and buttocks in slow circles until I fell asleep, my hand slack on his hip, sticky and comfortable.