House of the Golden Flower

More sex! (m/m, of course)

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I woke to his eyes. I smiled. "Hello."

He smiled back tenderly. "Hi."

"It’s not morning, is it?"

"No."

"Oh."

I readjusted myself in his arms, and then looked at him again. "I want to do that again. It was wonderful."

"Me too. Want to try something more this time?"

I was awed. "There’s more than that?"

He laughed. "Of course, Glorfindel. Didn’t Idril explain it to you?"

"Umm...no, not really." I didn’t want to think about what she had taught me.

"May I touch you where I want for a moment?"

I shrugged. My body was all his, for him alone.

I felt his hand on my thigh shift to my buttocks. He watched my eyes carefully as he reached between them. I felt his fingertip come to rest on the opening there. "I would go inside you...there." He whispered softly, breath wafting sweetly over my skin. I thought about that for a moment.

"It would hurt a bit, I think. If it will fit, then let's try it." I suggested at last.

"It will hurt, but only a little. I’ll make good for you, I promise. There’s a place inside that feels wonderful when it is touched."

I was intrigued. "Really?'

"Yes. May I show you?" He was very sweet, asking me constantly. Ever curious, I agreed. He reached over to the bedside table and handed me a small bottle of oil. I looked at it a moment, then at him, questioning. "Oil. To make it easier." He explained. I gave it back to him, looking at him solemnly."I’ll never knowingly hurt you, Glorfindel, I swear it. Tell me if do?" He said, laying his palm against my jaw. I kissed his hand. "I trust you.' I replied, heartfelt. He looked as if he would cry for a moment, and kissed me gently, fiercely.

His finger left my cleft for a moment and when it returned it was slick and wet. He pressed gently, which didn’t feel too bad, or entirely exciting, just...different. His fingertip slipped inside and his eyes sought mine, brows furrowed. "Okay?" he asked. I nodded, focusing on the feel of him and the slight burn of the foreign object. He pressed deeper, and his finger stroked for a moment, questing. I sighed and became rock hard in an instant when his finger brushed over something absolutely incredible. "Nice. Oh yes, very good." I mumbled when I could speak again.

He chuckled and kissed me, stroking the spot and my cock simultaneously again. I whimpered, not wanting to leave him hard after I was spent. He got the message and stopped caressing me, withdrawing his finger. "I would like to be in you, but I’m not sure we’re ready for that. M’not sure you are." He said, kissing me. I leaned into the kiss. "I can do it. I wont stop loving you just because we do or don’t do this. It’s up to you."

He looked at me a long time, and I realized he was weighing himself, not me. "You do understand that once we do this that we are bound, in the common laws of marriage?"

"Yes. I know this. I am not afraid to bind to you. I do it willingly and knowingly."

He sighed heavily. "You honor me too much, nin ind. I accept."

I smiled sadly at him, touched, and reached up to caress his face with my hands. He answered by stroking my face, and I could feel his fear, he was so very, very afraid. I held him close a moment, his head on my chest, just holding him and loving him. And then I pulled his face up for a kiss. It was time, at last, to seal our hearts and make us one. A matched set. Two of a kind. A whole being.

I was the strong one that night, leading him. Shaking as he was, he met me halfway, and I met him wholeheartedly. He stretched me gently, taking his time, and I oiled the hard shaft that would so soon be inside me, kissing the tip close mouthed, lovingly. It was a gesture of acceptance and approval for everything involved in this deed.

We looked into one another’s eyes as he slid inside, the gray depths swallowing me up even as he filled me to overflowing. I knew it was right then, with him hilted in me, and although it hurt a little, I gave him the kiss that gave him power to seek his release. Gripping my hips and plunging hard and fast into the spot that felt like lightning now, he grunted and thrust, seeking his release without leaving my eyes.

I could feel when he was close, twitching and swelling, pounding relentlessly as he took my erection into his palm. We cried out together, and I felt warmth in me and on me, and then his weight was on my chest, his hair over my face and I fought to breathe, inhaling the scent of his hair with every breath.

When I could breathe and think again, slick with sweat, he lifted his head from my chest and looked at me. I smiled and said, "You have a cleft in your chin. I never noticed that before." Amusement lit up his eyes and he kissed me, sliding free of my body below. When our kiss broke, he laid his face along mine as he shifted to lay full length beside me, rolling over my left thigh to do so. I curled into his arms and kissed his neck, cuddling my body into my favorite place in Arda to sleep; his arms.