errorYou must be logged in to review this story.
A Good Book
folder
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,720
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,720
Reviews:
1
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.
A Good Book
Title: A Good Book
Author: Krit
Email: kritblack1@yahoo.ca
Website: www.mypaddedcell.net
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: Uh…. NC-17
Warnings: Slash, AU, sappy/fluffy pointless drabble, PWP.
Disclaimer: Well, obviously they belong to Tolkien/ Tolkiens Estate as I am not original enough for my own characters (else I would be writing/publishing novels by now) so I use those belonging to other people. Don’t own, don’t profit and don’t have permission to play with – but I’m a rebel and can’t control myself.
Notes: All mistakes are mine and mine alone; I cling to them devotedly because for some reason I get a kick out of re-reading my work and laughing at my own stupidity *shrugs*.
Summary: The smutty sequel/continuation of ‘Read To Me’.
**Okay, you guys asked for this, no flambéing me *cringes and hides*
A Good Book
Erestor watched his robe flutter to the ground in a black-green heap and licked his lips in anticipation at Glorfindels display of impatience. He pulled insistently at the white tunic that concealed what he was certain would be a smooth broad chest, only mildly distracted by the feel of slim fingers dipping past the top of his leggings and beginning to tug them down past his hips. Torn between ridding the blond of his own clothes and aiding in his own stripping Erestor hesitated before obediently lifting his hip, shivering in delight has the tight clinging material slide down his legs and off to join the crumpled robe already on the floor. Deciding not to give Glorfindel a moment longer he pounce on the blond and hastily removed his tunic, promptly latching onto an available nipple, smirking at the deep moan that immediately filled the room.
He was after all a scholar, and if he was going to be reading smut he was going to be putting the knowledge to good use.
Glorfindels hand pulling adamantly on his hair forced Erestor to halt his current fascination with the solid chest, and most importantly the pectorals, to tilt his head upwards and receive another heated kiss. Rising up on his knees Erestor forced the blond to tilt his head back and took control of the kiss, doing his own hair pulling while he was at it.
Glorfindel felt his world spin as Erestor dominated him, mewling helplessly as Erestor multi-tasked by kissing him, massaging his scalp and pinching his nipple all at once. Feeling the dark haired elf move against him again he gasped as a knee slipped between his legs to nudge at his arousal, subtly reminding him he still hadn’t removed his own leggings, a fact he desperately wanted to tend to but was at the same time unwilling to forgo any of the delicacies being offered to him at present. An interesting dilemma to say the least, one that was swiftly solved for him when he was pushed onto his back and his last article of clothing was removed.
Fingers ghosted across his flesh, causing him to arch up into the touch and pant as sensitive areas were found. Glorfindel tensed in anticipation as the hand, that oh so delightful hand, hovered over the one spot he so desperately craved to be touched. Arching his back he thrust his hips upwards, seeking the much craved for contact, whimpering as it was denied.
Cracking his eyes open Glorfindel watched Erestor watch him and bit the inside of his bottom lip at the intoxicating sight. Mussed black hair, wild lust filled eyes, narrow shoulders, that sweet little indentation where the waist met hip and begged to be kissed, licked, sucked... Glorfindels inspection was cut short as a slender hand wrapped around his length and stroked, causing his eyes to clamp shut in bliss and a moan to escape.
Warm breath, a tongue, lips… oh that was nice, very nice. Glorfindel alternated between gripping the sheets that had become bunched slightly beside him, from their hasty movements from earlier, to twinning his fingers in the dark black strands that tickled over his hips and thighs to settle atop the bed sheet, gently stroking the ends and letting them curl about his fingers. Glorfindel jerked in pleasure and pulled unintentionally on the hair in his grasp as Erestor began to suck in earnest, only half registering as a slick finger nudge inside his most intimate of places. One moment, slick? Where did the slick part… OH! That train of thought was abruptly abandoned as pleasure spiked along his body, leaving him trembling in delight.
“Where…” Glorfindel dragged himself from the lust induced cloud that permeated his mind and tilted his head in search of Erestor, finding the naked form kneeling beside the bed to pick up the small red book from were it had been heedlessly tossed, and watched as his lover hurriedly turned the pages “What?”
Erestor smirked. “We didn’t get past this part in the book, so I thought I’d read some more and find out what comes next.”
“Next?” Glorfindel parroted, staring dumbly at the naked form beside him before flipping unto his stomach and stretching towards Erestor, one hand snatching and tossing the book across the room while the other curled around a slender wrist and yanked the advisor back onto the bed with a low growl and a muttered. “Forget the book. We’ll make it up” before pulling the heated, willing body down on top of himself.
Glorfindel tried to make it last, he truly did, but the feel of Erestor inside of him, those soft hands stroking his side and shoulder simultaneously, combined with deep kisses and hot panting breath against his ear was too much to bear and he came, tumbling into blissful oblivion and dragging Erestor right along with him.
“Ngh.” Glorfindel grinned into a smooth shoulder as Erestor stirred against him, pressing his lips lovingly against the soft skin before letting the dark haired elf pull away. Turning on his side he faced Erestor and smiled. “Stay the night?”
“Yes, I refuse to move.”
“Good.”
“Was that what you were wanting?”
“Hmmm… more than, so much more than...”
A soft kiss against lips before Erestor curled into his side, sighing in contentment.
“Nothing like a good book before bed.”
The End
Author: Krit
Email: kritblack1@yahoo.ca
Website: www.mypaddedcell.net
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: Uh…. NC-17
Warnings: Slash, AU, sappy/fluffy pointless drabble, PWP.
Disclaimer: Well, obviously they belong to Tolkien/ Tolkiens Estate as I am not original enough for my own characters (else I would be writing/publishing novels by now) so I use those belonging to other people. Don’t own, don’t profit and don’t have permission to play with – but I’m a rebel and can’t control myself.
Notes: All mistakes are mine and mine alone; I cling to them devotedly because for some reason I get a kick out of re-reading my work and laughing at my own stupidity *shrugs*.
Summary: The smutty sequel/continuation of ‘Read To Me’.
**Okay, you guys asked for this, no flambéing me *cringes and hides*
A Good Book
Erestor watched his robe flutter to the ground in a black-green heap and licked his lips in anticipation at Glorfindels display of impatience. He pulled insistently at the white tunic that concealed what he was certain would be a smooth broad chest, only mildly distracted by the feel of slim fingers dipping past the top of his leggings and beginning to tug them down past his hips. Torn between ridding the blond of his own clothes and aiding in his own stripping Erestor hesitated before obediently lifting his hip, shivering in delight has the tight clinging material slide down his legs and off to join the crumpled robe already on the floor. Deciding not to give Glorfindel a moment longer he pounce on the blond and hastily removed his tunic, promptly latching onto an available nipple, smirking at the deep moan that immediately filled the room.
He was after all a scholar, and if he was going to be reading smut he was going to be putting the knowledge to good use.
Glorfindels hand pulling adamantly on his hair forced Erestor to halt his current fascination with the solid chest, and most importantly the pectorals, to tilt his head upwards and receive another heated kiss. Rising up on his knees Erestor forced the blond to tilt his head back and took control of the kiss, doing his own hair pulling while he was at it.
Glorfindel felt his world spin as Erestor dominated him, mewling helplessly as Erestor multi-tasked by kissing him, massaging his scalp and pinching his nipple all at once. Feeling the dark haired elf move against him again he gasped as a knee slipped between his legs to nudge at his arousal, subtly reminding him he still hadn’t removed his own leggings, a fact he desperately wanted to tend to but was at the same time unwilling to forgo any of the delicacies being offered to him at present. An interesting dilemma to say the least, one that was swiftly solved for him when he was pushed onto his back and his last article of clothing was removed.
Fingers ghosted across his flesh, causing him to arch up into the touch and pant as sensitive areas were found. Glorfindel tensed in anticipation as the hand, that oh so delightful hand, hovered over the one spot he so desperately craved to be touched. Arching his back he thrust his hips upwards, seeking the much craved for contact, whimpering as it was denied.
Cracking his eyes open Glorfindel watched Erestor watch him and bit the inside of his bottom lip at the intoxicating sight. Mussed black hair, wild lust filled eyes, narrow shoulders, that sweet little indentation where the waist met hip and begged to be kissed, licked, sucked... Glorfindels inspection was cut short as a slender hand wrapped around his length and stroked, causing his eyes to clamp shut in bliss and a moan to escape.
Warm breath, a tongue, lips… oh that was nice, very nice. Glorfindel alternated between gripping the sheets that had become bunched slightly beside him, from their hasty movements from earlier, to twinning his fingers in the dark black strands that tickled over his hips and thighs to settle atop the bed sheet, gently stroking the ends and letting them curl about his fingers. Glorfindel jerked in pleasure and pulled unintentionally on the hair in his grasp as Erestor began to suck in earnest, only half registering as a slick finger nudge inside his most intimate of places. One moment, slick? Where did the slick part… OH! That train of thought was abruptly abandoned as pleasure spiked along his body, leaving him trembling in delight.
“Where…” Glorfindel dragged himself from the lust induced cloud that permeated his mind and tilted his head in search of Erestor, finding the naked form kneeling beside the bed to pick up the small red book from were it had been heedlessly tossed, and watched as his lover hurriedly turned the pages “What?”
Erestor smirked. “We didn’t get past this part in the book, so I thought I’d read some more and find out what comes next.”
“Next?” Glorfindel parroted, staring dumbly at the naked form beside him before flipping unto his stomach and stretching towards Erestor, one hand snatching and tossing the book across the room while the other curled around a slender wrist and yanked the advisor back onto the bed with a low growl and a muttered. “Forget the book. We’ll make it up” before pulling the heated, willing body down on top of himself.
Glorfindel tried to make it last, he truly did, but the feel of Erestor inside of him, those soft hands stroking his side and shoulder simultaneously, combined with deep kisses and hot panting breath against his ear was too much to bear and he came, tumbling into blissful oblivion and dragging Erestor right along with him.
“Ngh.” Glorfindel grinned into a smooth shoulder as Erestor stirred against him, pressing his lips lovingly against the soft skin before letting the dark haired elf pull away. Turning on his side he faced Erestor and smiled. “Stay the night?”
“Yes, I refuse to move.”
“Good.”
“Was that what you were wanting?”
“Hmmm… more than, so much more than...”
A soft kiss against lips before Erestor curled into his side, sighing in contentment.
“Nothing like a good book before bed.”
The End