The old ways

Legolas snuggled his head underneath Haldir’s chin and inhaled the scent of his husband deeply. This was one of the rare moments, when the prince of Mirkwood was glad of his sensitive nose. He relished the fragrance emitting from the soft tender skin of Haldir’s neck.
Unknown to him, Haldir had not been asleep, but had tried very hard to appear sleeping. Obviously it had worked. A bright and tender smile had spread across his face and when he couldn’t hold back any longer, he moved his hand to Legolas body stroking him softly. Immediately the blond head snapped up, but before Legolas could utter a single word of annoyance, Haldir claimed the lush lips with his own and ravished his love’s mouth.
Their kissing lasted for long minutes and made them both pant. Haldir had not planned to engage into more than just kissing, but Legolas obviously had different plans. Strong and slender fingers roamed over Haldir’s skin, leaving a tingling feeling on their way.
Haldir could feel Legolas erection pushing against his thigh and he moaned softly. By now. Legolas fingers had coiled around Haldir’s erection and they teased the silver haired elf with sweet, feather like touches. Before Haldir what was happening to him, he found himself flat on his back and Legolas was knelling between his spread legs.

Lorien’s marchwarden stared in wonder at his lover and stared at the most enchanting sight. Legolas hard member curved against the growing belly and Haldir could see small wet traces of pre cum on the stretched skin. Legolas smiled at him and unscrewed the, well known, jar and dipped his fingers in.
Haldir let his head drop back and spreads his legs wider wantonly. Like a smouldering fire, ecstasy is slowly burning along his nerves. He can hardly remember how it is, being stretched and taken. He can feel Legolas hand at his backside, tender fingers roaming the cleft carefully. A slippery sensation on his skin from the scented oil and a fingertip edging nearer and nearer to his entrance.
Lifting his head again, Haldir tried to hold his head up, his neck muscles straining. But he wanted to watch Legolas, never take his eyes off him.
The blond elf looked up and noticed the exhausting attempts of his lover. Smiling a little, Legolas moved away from between Haldir’s legs and fetched two cushions off the chairs at the other end of the room. After settling then underneath Haldir’s head he resumed his former position, placing a loving kiss on Haldir’s stomach.

Now that he could see Legolas move with the outmost care and love Haldir was floating in a bubble of anticipation and love. He had to stifle a deep moan when the first finger slowly entered him, moving back and forth, relaxing the tight muscles.
Legolas eyes were shining with lust and his pupils had dilated, making then appear almost black.
Carefully he added a second finger, but Haldir already started bucking against him, not wanting any more preparation.
“Take me, melme, take me now. Let me feel you.” Haldir was pleading, looking his lover deeply in the eye.
Legolas smiled at him and pulled his finger out ever so slowly, enjoying the impatient noises coming from the proud marchwarden.
He settled himself more comfortably between the long pale legs and moved his hands beneath the firm buttocks, urging Haldir to lift his hips off the bed, pushing his heel deeply into the soft mattress.

The archer scooted nearer and slightly under Haldir’s lifted bottom, holding his erection in one hand , guiding Haldir down with the other.
Haldir groaned as he felt not Legolas entering him by his movements, but that he was lowering himself onto it. He could choose the pace and speed. So, Haldir lowered himself only a few inches, feeling the head of Legolas erection penetrate him, only to move upwards again. Haldir’s breath was becoming more and rag ragged as he moved up and down only on the head a few times, enjoying the exquisite sensation. But all too soon Haldir could hear Legolas gasping. Afraid that he was causing his husband pain he looked at him more closely. But he found that Legolas had thrown his head back in abandon and panted heavily. Sweat was glistening on the perfect body and he was leaning back on his arms, giving Haldir more room to move.


With a smooth thrust, Haldir took all of Legolas’ length into himself and cried out with lust. Legolas started pushing his hips up in short and hard moves, pushing into Haldir deeply each time.
The silver haired elf groaned in desperation. Since he had pushed himself up on his elbows, he had no chance of touching himself and Legolas had both arms behind him, holding himself up.
“Please, Legolas.” Haldir whispered. “Please!”
Without stopping his movements, Legolas looked back at Haldir. Ustanstanding the need in Haldir’s eyes, he pushed himself up again, into a kneeling position between his husbands widely spread legs, still buried deeply inside him.
Haldir gasped. Now that Legolas had sat up again, the swollen stomach rubbed and pushed against his sack and straining erection with every thrust from the blond archer.
Suddenly Haldir could feel Legolas hand snaking between his belly and Haldir’s erection. But instead of touching the hard member, Legolas rubbed in circles over his own skin for a few seconds before taking it away again.

When the next thrust came, Haldir knew why Legolas had done it. Hands still slick from the oil, he had rubbed it onto his belly, giving Haldir and wonderful slick feeling, as his erection was pushed, rubbed and pressed down under the weight of Legolas body.
Heat and a constant tremor was pooling in his lower body and Haldir’s legs started twitching as his orgasm approached rapidly. He locked his gaze at Legolas’ swollen body and clamped down his anal muscles, provoking a deep shudder and strangled cry from the pregnant elf.
Then suddenly Haldir’s vision went blank. His body twitched and he shook as his release hit him. He hardly had the chance to hear Legolas cry out and slump against him, as the blond elf reached his own orgasm and emptied himself in his love.

Panting heavily they lay still entwined and their bodies connected in this intimate way, when Legolas heard a strangled whisper from the sweaty elf beneath him.
“Love, please. Roll off. You are not as light anymore, you know?”