Feanor in 100 (or more) words
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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834
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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.
Chicanery
In frot of the solid door, the two Elves stopped and Erestor slid a strip of black, silken cloth over Feanaro's eyes, tying the knot with quick, nimble fingers.
"Erestor... What are you doing?" Feanaro asked, turning around and reaching out for his young lover, hands slipping beneath Erestor's half open robe.
The young Elf laughed softly and cupped Feanaro's cheeks, pressing himself flush against his lover's body. "Trust me... I have a surprise for you." Erestor murmured, his lips barely touching Feanaro's.
"You do?" the older Elf whispered.
"Mmmmhmmm..." Erestor purred, nibbling Feanaro's soft lips before knocking the breath out of him with a passionate kiss.
"Ah, my love... if you are part of the surprise, I know I am going to enjoy it." Feanaro panted, allowing himself to be guided through the door the Erestor held open for him. The thick and potent smell of opium incense make Feanaro's senses tingle and he took a few tentative steps forward.
"Stop. And don't take the blindfold off." Erestor told him, when Feanaro wanted to uncover his eyes and take a look at the chambers he had been brought to.
"Why? Erestor, what chicanery is this? I want to see..." Feanaro began, but bit back his words when Erestor's arms encircled him from behind and the young Elf let his hands slide over Feanaro's hips.
"No chicanery, my love. Move with me." Erestor murmured in Feanaro's ear, guiding him forward. When Feanaro's knees touched the large bed in the middle of the room, the older elf tensed. The sound of bated breathing reached his ears and Feanaro made to turn around, but Erestor's arms and hands held him in place.
"Who else is here?" Feanaro asked.
"Why don't you find out?" his lover taunted, giving him a little push. "He's waiting for you, sprawled on the bed, eyes gleaming, naked and wanton, licking his delicious lips." Erestor added in a low, sultry voice.
Shaking his head, Feanaro lowered himself slowly atop the one that lay silent between the sheets. He slid over the cool, satiny sheets, between long, spread legs, muscular thighs, over a hard abdomen and a broad chest, pressing himself against the magnificent body beneath him. Supporting his weight on one arm, Feanaro ran his fingers over warm, smooth skin, savoring the feel of strong warrior's muscles, quivering beneath his touch. The other Elf moaned, bucking his hips, when Feanaro's fingers traveled over the curve of his shoulder, up his neck and along the delicate shell of his ear. Feanaro smiled and shifted on top of his mysterious companion, making him gasp and his impressive arousal twitch between them.
The hair that tickled his hand was soft, incredibly soft. The fine strands felt like liquid silk, when Feanaro twined a lock around his forefinger."A golden one, my love?" he asked.
"Not just any golden one, but the most exquisite." Erestor replied. "No, Laurefindel, leave the blindfold on. I think it would be more... entertaining, this way." he said, when Glorfindel's began untying the fabric that hid Feanaro's eyes.
"Only if you join us..." Feanaro told his lover. "And Laurefindel... Oh, Valar!" he sighed, shivering with a thrill of anticipation.
"Erestor... What are you doing?" Feanaro asked, turning around and reaching out for his young lover, hands slipping beneath Erestor's half open robe.
The young Elf laughed softly and cupped Feanaro's cheeks, pressing himself flush against his lover's body. "Trust me... I have a surprise for you." Erestor murmured, his lips barely touching Feanaro's.
"You do?" the older Elf whispered.
"Mmmmhmmm..." Erestor purred, nibbling Feanaro's soft lips before knocking the breath out of him with a passionate kiss.
"Ah, my love... if you are part of the surprise, I know I am going to enjoy it." Feanaro panted, allowing himself to be guided through the door the Erestor held open for him. The thick and potent smell of opium incense make Feanaro's senses tingle and he took a few tentative steps forward.
"Stop. And don't take the blindfold off." Erestor told him, when Feanaro wanted to uncover his eyes and take a look at the chambers he had been brought to.
"Why? Erestor, what chicanery is this? I want to see..." Feanaro began, but bit back his words when Erestor's arms encircled him from behind and the young Elf let his hands slide over Feanaro's hips.
"No chicanery, my love. Move with me." Erestor murmured in Feanaro's ear, guiding him forward. When Feanaro's knees touched the large bed in the middle of the room, the older elf tensed. The sound of bated breathing reached his ears and Feanaro made to turn around, but Erestor's arms and hands held him in place.
"Who else is here?" Feanaro asked.
"Why don't you find out?" his lover taunted, giving him a little push. "He's waiting for you, sprawled on the bed, eyes gleaming, naked and wanton, licking his delicious lips." Erestor added in a low, sultry voice.
Shaking his head, Feanaro lowered himself slowly atop the one that lay silent between the sheets. He slid over the cool, satiny sheets, between long, spread legs, muscular thighs, over a hard abdomen and a broad chest, pressing himself against the magnificent body beneath him. Supporting his weight on one arm, Feanaro ran his fingers over warm, smooth skin, savoring the feel of strong warrior's muscles, quivering beneath his touch. The other Elf moaned, bucking his hips, when Feanaro's fingers traveled over the curve of his shoulder, up his neck and along the delicate shell of his ear. Feanaro smiled and shifted on top of his mysterious companion, making him gasp and his impressive arousal twitch between them.
The hair that tickled his hand was soft, incredibly soft. The fine strands felt like liquid silk, when Feanaro twined a lock around his forefinger."A golden one, my love?" he asked.
"Not just any golden one, but the most exquisite." Erestor replied. "No, Laurefindel, leave the blindfold on. I think it would be more... entertaining, this way." he said, when Glorfindel's began untying the fabric that hid Feanaro's eyes.
"Only if you join us..." Feanaro told his lover. "And Laurefindel... Oh, Valar!" he sighed, shivering with a thrill of anticipation.