The Hands, The Hands

The Hands, The Hands
By Mieren

Erestor stormed down the halls on his way to a meeting. Nothing had gone right so far that day since he rose from his bed. He’d spent the better part of the night tossing and turning, unable to find a comfortable position. The lack of sleep set his stomach ill at ease and breakfast had made him nauseous. To top matters off, his hair was entirely uncooperative with his efforts to tame the raven tresses and his braids were sloppy, giving him a disheveled appearance.

And if he wasn’t in foul enough mood after that, he immediately was upon learning that he was late to the meeting. Murderous expression firmly in place, he stormed down the halls, all matter of life giving him a wide berth. All matter except an identical pair of troublesome twins.

With absolutely no warning, two raven forms flew out of the word work and pinned him, front and back. Erestor found his mouth claimed by one of the pair whom he’d not had the chance to identify. A leg slid between his, rubbing against his slackened length. And the hands, the hands were everywhere. No inch of his body went without attention, caressing and pinching. The advisor was appalled to find himself divested of his vests and robes within seconds. He put up a vague struggle, not spending too much energy fighting the attentions forced upon him since he knew that his efforts were more than worthless. When the twins wanted something, they got it.

He was distracted into losing his grip on the tops of his leggings when his ear tip was nipped sharply. He gasped and found his mouth instantly invaded by a demanding tongue while his leggings were shucked from his writhing form. Nipples were pinched, his length was stroked firmly and two fingers were inserted into his opening, thrusting slowly. Mirth overtook him when he realized that the twins were already naked, having accosted him in the nude. He would have to speak to Elrond later about their tactics, very effective but rather unacceptable by way of decency.

Erestor found himself face down atop one of the twins, struggling to resist the swarming sensations brought on by the endless supply of hands. Had he not known better, he’d have thought there were at least two more elves involved.

A slicked hand wriggled between them, oiling his erect member and tugging him towards the eager form beneath him. A pre-slicked passage awaited him and legs twined around his waist, pulling him into the willing elf knight. At the same moment, the blunt head of a large member nudged his entrance, causing him to rock back a little in acceptance. The motion pulled him a tad bit out of the twin beneath him. A forceful thrust from behind impaled him fully and reseated him deeply within the younger elf below.

Abandoning all control, Erestor allowed himself to be rocked between the two, alternately filling and being filled. His mouth was claimed once more and his ears mercilessly sucked. The hands twirling across his body magically multiplied again, resulting in a number of pinched nipples and teased navels, carefully massaging his testicles while being ever diligent to avoid pinching one of the delicate sacks. The mouth on his ear descended to his neck, an application of teeth and suction leaving a livid hickey on his otherwise unmarked flesh. The mouth kissing him moved to leave an identical mark on the other side of his neck while the twin behind eagerly took up his unoccupied mouth.

The sensations piled up quickly and became too much for the advisor to bear. With a cry, he emptied into the younger elf beneath him. A hand snaked by him, roughly stroking the erection still pressed to Erestor’s belly. Another few thrusts were delivered to his rump while he still shook from the aftershock of his thundering orgasm. Heat splashed onto his lower stomach and into him from behind in unison, the twins reaching completion together.

The scurrying movements began again while Erestor was still in his blissful stupor. The hands returned. Wet cloth was twirled about his nether regions to clean him, combs pulled through his hair. Clothes were tugged and laced to perfection while Erestor was still blinking away his shock at the unexpected coupling. His head was still reeling when he was shoved into the hall towards his original destination, his appearance cleaned and smoothed to perfection.

Glassy-eyed in shock, the advisor arrived at the conference considerably tardy. Elrond’s eyes flew directly to his neck and the elf lord pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing full well how the advisor had come to be late. Pausing in his conversation, Thranduil flickered liquid silver eyes across his form, smirking a bit at the obvious love bites on his throat. Erestor might have responded hotly at the amused look thrown in his direction had he not spied identical marks on the blond king’s elegantly arched neck, belying his own encounter with the insane twins.

Lips twisting upwards in amusement, he started in on the negotiations in a much better mood than before.

End.
There will be chapters added later on with various pairings, but always with the twins. Please R&R. Suggestions and comments always appreciated.