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Lust for Lunch
Title: Lust for Lunch
Type: FP, slash
Author: jenolas (jbozovic@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Warning: basically PWP
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel take a delicious break from the council session.
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The midsummer heat was stifling, even beneath the shade of the trees in the secluded garden where Erestor and Glorfindel were taking refuge from the council meeting that had gone on all morning. The bell signalling the noon meal had thankfully called the proceedings to a halt, and the two elves quickly absented themselves, desiring to seek their usual form of relaxation in the freshness of the open air.
They stopped by the kitchen and while Glorfindel collected the picnic lunch he had ordered earlier that morning, Erestor made a quick trip to the cellar to procure a bottle of wine. Content simply to be together, no words were spoken as the lovers walked hand in hand to their destination.
“It is rather warm today, is it not?” Glorfindel asked as he sat on the blanket beside the advisor and began to loosen the ties on his formal robes that he wore only at Elrond’s insistence.
“Indeed it is,” Erestor agreed, readily joining in the beginnings of their game of seduction by completely discarding his outer robes. Not to be outdone, Glorfindel followed suit and as two pairs of eyes darkened with desire soon even under tunics were removed, leaving both Elves naked to the waist and relishing the sensuous feeling of a soft, warm breath that dried the slight sheen of sweat on their skin as the light summer breeze wafted around them. Although neither spoke the words, they were enjoying their escape from their duties, not to mention the anticipation of what was to come.
Glorfindel removed the clasp that held his golden braids in check, and then shook his head slowly allowing the fine, silken locks to regain their freedom. As he leaned over to casually throw the flower shaped jewel onto the rapidly growing pile of clothes beside Erestor, the advisor moved forward to brush the few stray hairs back from the Balrog slayer’s extraordinarily handsome face. Glorfindel caught the slender hand and lightly brushed his lips across the palm, causing his lover to moan softly. With a wicked grin he released the hand and moved away, only to find Erestor refused to allow the separation and settling close beside the object of his desire.
“You are only delaying the inevitable, Glorfindel,” he whispered softly into a pointed ear, then laughed as his companion changed his position so that he was lying on his back, his hands folded behind his head. Erestor sighed at the stunningly inviting picture of seduction that Glorfindel presented and could not resist leaning down to capture the delicious lips in a searing kiss.
“Do I try your patience Erestor or do you merely seek to distract me?” teased the seneschal when the kiss ended leaving the both breathless and highly aroused. There was more than a hint of wickedness in his deceptively soft voice. “We should eat our meal,” Glorfindel added as he again moved away and began to unpack the picnic.
Only because they were both ry wry was Erestor was willing to humour him, but he delatelately ate each morsel in the most erotic manner he could devise, sucking the juice from the peach and licking his lips at every opportunity. Glorfindel could not help but become increasingly aroused as his lover continued to flaunt his desire, but he was not about to admit defeat so easily. With a swift movement he pulled the unresisting advisor into his arms and kissed him soundly, leaving no doubt that he wanted Erestor badly
“I seek nothing more a few moments of pleasure in the arms of my beloved,” replied Erestor in a low husky voice that sent shivers of ecstasy down Glorfindel’s spine signalling to the advisor that his lover was ripe for the taking. However Erestor wished to indulge in a little more teasing of his own, knowing it would make their final release even more pleasurable. Offering only a gentle nip to the sensitive tip of the seneschal’s ear, Erestor reached across Glorfindel to retrieve the wine skin, allowing his hair to trail over the naked chest as he did so. He smiled inwardly with satisfaction as his lover moaned needfully and his body writhed with pleasure in response to the feather like touch.
“Do you want me to make love to you, Glorfindel?” he asked needlessly as he casually filled his mouth with wine, then shared the sweet liquid with his Balrog slayer, allowing it to trickle slowly between lips that parted as they were ardently claimed once more.
“Take me my love, can you not see I burn with desire for you.” Glorfindel’s response was a deep throaty growl as he pulled his lover into a crushing embrace that served to bring the sweat slicked bare skin of their chests into sensuous contact and caused their hardened members to meet in a lust filled kiss of their own. .Erestor’s senses were overwhelmed and he abandoned his teasing in favour of tasting every part of his lover’s exposed flesh. Yet it was not enough for his now raging need to posses the keeper of his heart and he quickly finished removing the remainder of both his and Glorfindel’s clothes then sat back on his heels, gazing with hungry eyes at the golden vision sprawled out before him.
The seneschal had rolled over to lie on his stomach, offering his lover easy access to his most private place and was moaning and panting with need as he waited impatiently for Erestor to make a move. The advisor sighed heavily and took a moment to admire the way Anor’s golden light reflected from the glistening body before gently running his hands along Glorfindel’s calves, following the curve of his legs until he reached the thighs and the soft rounded globes above.
“Please Erestor! I need you now!” Glorfindel demanded wantonly, his voice deep and seductive as he spread legs in an open initiation, making Erestor’s arousal even harder as he prepared to thrust deep into the warmth that was his alone.
“I know, but I must prepare you first. I do not wish to hurt you, Glorfindel,” replied the Advisor, licking his lips in anticipation as he searched his robes for the phial of oil that he had learned was essential he carried at all times, given how easily and often he was seduced by his lover.
“Do not delay any longer, my love. My whole body aches for release, please hurry.” begged Glorfindel as he turned to catch his lover’s hooded gaze, nodding permission eagerly as Erestor held up his oil slicked fingers.
“Do it Erestor, all three at once! I beg of you!” Erestor tried to proceed cautiously but when Glorfindel impatiently thrust back and impaled himself with a satisfied groan, Erestor was lost and the fingers that had barely prepared the opening were replaced with his leaking arousal. The pace of their loving was set by Glorfindel, and was fast and hard, each backward thrust brushing Erestor’s arousal against the spot that cauwavewaves of ecstasy to course through him, as did the firm stroking of the warm hand along his hardness.
“Ai, Erestor… so much pleasure… I am sorry, love…I can not last any longer….” he panted breathlessly.
“Then come for me my love,” encouraged Erestor equally out of breath but continuing to ride his beloved hard until Glorfindel found his release and screamed his lover’s name into the silence of the garden. Moments later a second name echoed through the air as the tightening muscle sent Erestor into the heights of ecstasy as well. The sated lovers shared a deep and loving kiss before Erestor settled comfortably into Glorfindel’s arms and within moments they had both slipped into an exhausted reverie.
Waking after what felt like only a few minutes, Erestor was alarmed to find that darkness had descended and his sense of time told him Anor had long since relinquished control of the sk Ith Ithil. Erestor was reluctant to wake Glorfindel who was even more beautiful in the silvery moonlight than he was in the day, but Erestor knew they must face Elrond’s wrath and make their apologies.
He bent to taste the tempting lips, waking Glorfindel with a slow kiss in his usual manner.
“I am afraid we have severely neglected our duties,” he said, smiling as the adoration in Glorfindel’s eyes changed to astonishment when he realised how long they had slept. Like Erestor, the seneschal was held no doubt that their lord would be furious with them for missing the remainder of the council meeting until he spied the replenished picnic basket and the note written in Elrond’s hand.
“My dear friends,
The sight of you lovingly entwined presented such a picture of contentment that I could not bear to disturb your rest. You need not hurry back to the council which, due to the sudden unavailability of my advisor and seneschal, must be postponed until tomorrow.
Please endeavour to be on time.
I also request that unless you can keep your … ahem…conversation? …private. If you must continue your activities (as no doubt you will), please do so indoors where your voices will not echo across my valley.
Elrond.”
“It seems we have a very understanding Lord,” commented Erestor after Glorfindel had read the note aloud.
“And of course we must obey his wishes and move to the privacy of our chambers,” whispered Glorfindel, his plans for seduc pla plainly evident in the rising hardness at his groin even before he whispered into his lover’s ear. “We are both fully rested and it is my turn to take you.”
Type: FP, slash
Author: jenolas (jbozovic@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Warning: basically PWP
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel take a delicious break from the council session.
________________________________________________________
The midsummer heat was stifling, even beneath the shade of the trees in the secluded garden where Erestor and Glorfindel were taking refuge from the council meeting that had gone on all morning. The bell signalling the noon meal had thankfully called the proceedings to a halt, and the two elves quickly absented themselves, desiring to seek their usual form of relaxation in the freshness of the open air.
They stopped by the kitchen and while Glorfindel collected the picnic lunch he had ordered earlier that morning, Erestor made a quick trip to the cellar to procure a bottle of wine. Content simply to be together, no words were spoken as the lovers walked hand in hand to their destination.
“It is rather warm today, is it not?” Glorfindel asked as he sat on the blanket beside the advisor and began to loosen the ties on his formal robes that he wore only at Elrond’s insistence.
“Indeed it is,” Erestor agreed, readily joining in the beginnings of their game of seduction by completely discarding his outer robes. Not to be outdone, Glorfindel followed suit and as two pairs of eyes darkened with desire soon even under tunics were removed, leaving both Elves naked to the waist and relishing the sensuous feeling of a soft, warm breath that dried the slight sheen of sweat on their skin as the light summer breeze wafted around them. Although neither spoke the words, they were enjoying their escape from their duties, not to mention the anticipation of what was to come.
Glorfindel removed the clasp that held his golden braids in check, and then shook his head slowly allowing the fine, silken locks to regain their freedom. As he leaned over to casually throw the flower shaped jewel onto the rapidly growing pile of clothes beside Erestor, the advisor moved forward to brush the few stray hairs back from the Balrog slayer’s extraordinarily handsome face. Glorfindel caught the slender hand and lightly brushed his lips across the palm, causing his lover to moan softly. With a wicked grin he released the hand and moved away, only to find Erestor refused to allow the separation and settling close beside the object of his desire.
“You are only delaying the inevitable, Glorfindel,” he whispered softly into a pointed ear, then laughed as his companion changed his position so that he was lying on his back, his hands folded behind his head. Erestor sighed at the stunningly inviting picture of seduction that Glorfindel presented and could not resist leaning down to capture the delicious lips in a searing kiss.
“Do I try your patience Erestor or do you merely seek to distract me?” teased the seneschal when the kiss ended leaving the both breathless and highly aroused. There was more than a hint of wickedness in his deceptively soft voice. “We should eat our meal,” Glorfindel added as he again moved away and began to unpack the picnic.
Only because they were both ry wry was Erestor was willing to humour him, but he delatelately ate each morsel in the most erotic manner he could devise, sucking the juice from the peach and licking his lips at every opportunity. Glorfindel could not help but become increasingly aroused as his lover continued to flaunt his desire, but he was not about to admit defeat so easily. With a swift movement he pulled the unresisting advisor into his arms and kissed him soundly, leaving no doubt that he wanted Erestor badly
“I seek nothing more a few moments of pleasure in the arms of my beloved,” replied Erestor in a low husky voice that sent shivers of ecstasy down Glorfindel’s spine signalling to the advisor that his lover was ripe for the taking. However Erestor wished to indulge in a little more teasing of his own, knowing it would make their final release even more pleasurable. Offering only a gentle nip to the sensitive tip of the seneschal’s ear, Erestor reached across Glorfindel to retrieve the wine skin, allowing his hair to trail over the naked chest as he did so. He smiled inwardly with satisfaction as his lover moaned needfully and his body writhed with pleasure in response to the feather like touch.
“Do you want me to make love to you, Glorfindel?” he asked needlessly as he casually filled his mouth with wine, then shared the sweet liquid with his Balrog slayer, allowing it to trickle slowly between lips that parted as they were ardently claimed once more.
“Take me my love, can you not see I burn with desire for you.” Glorfindel’s response was a deep throaty growl as he pulled his lover into a crushing embrace that served to bring the sweat slicked bare skin of their chests into sensuous contact and caused their hardened members to meet in a lust filled kiss of their own. .Erestor’s senses were overwhelmed and he abandoned his teasing in favour of tasting every part of his lover’s exposed flesh. Yet it was not enough for his now raging need to posses the keeper of his heart and he quickly finished removing the remainder of both his and Glorfindel’s clothes then sat back on his heels, gazing with hungry eyes at the golden vision sprawled out before him.
The seneschal had rolled over to lie on his stomach, offering his lover easy access to his most private place and was moaning and panting with need as he waited impatiently for Erestor to make a move. The advisor sighed heavily and took a moment to admire the way Anor’s golden light reflected from the glistening body before gently running his hands along Glorfindel’s calves, following the curve of his legs until he reached the thighs and the soft rounded globes above.
“Please Erestor! I need you now!” Glorfindel demanded wantonly, his voice deep and seductive as he spread legs in an open initiation, making Erestor’s arousal even harder as he prepared to thrust deep into the warmth that was his alone.
“I know, but I must prepare you first. I do not wish to hurt you, Glorfindel,” replied the Advisor, licking his lips in anticipation as he searched his robes for the phial of oil that he had learned was essential he carried at all times, given how easily and often he was seduced by his lover.
“Do not delay any longer, my love. My whole body aches for release, please hurry.” begged Glorfindel as he turned to catch his lover’s hooded gaze, nodding permission eagerly as Erestor held up his oil slicked fingers.
“Do it Erestor, all three at once! I beg of you!” Erestor tried to proceed cautiously but when Glorfindel impatiently thrust back and impaled himself with a satisfied groan, Erestor was lost and the fingers that had barely prepared the opening were replaced with his leaking arousal. The pace of their loving was set by Glorfindel, and was fast and hard, each backward thrust brushing Erestor’s arousal against the spot that cauwavewaves of ecstasy to course through him, as did the firm stroking of the warm hand along his hardness.
“Ai, Erestor… so much pleasure… I am sorry, love…I can not last any longer….” he panted breathlessly.
“Then come for me my love,” encouraged Erestor equally out of breath but continuing to ride his beloved hard until Glorfindel found his release and screamed his lover’s name into the silence of the garden. Moments later a second name echoed through the air as the tightening muscle sent Erestor into the heights of ecstasy as well. The sated lovers shared a deep and loving kiss before Erestor settled comfortably into Glorfindel’s arms and within moments they had both slipped into an exhausted reverie.
Waking after what felt like only a few minutes, Erestor was alarmed to find that darkness had descended and his sense of time told him Anor had long since relinquished control of the sk Ith Ithil. Erestor was reluctant to wake Glorfindel who was even more beautiful in the silvery moonlight than he was in the day, but Erestor knew they must face Elrond’s wrath and make their apologies.
He bent to taste the tempting lips, waking Glorfindel with a slow kiss in his usual manner.
“I am afraid we have severely neglected our duties,” he said, smiling as the adoration in Glorfindel’s eyes changed to astonishment when he realised how long they had slept. Like Erestor, the seneschal was held no doubt that their lord would be furious with them for missing the remainder of the council meeting until he spied the replenished picnic basket and the note written in Elrond’s hand.
“My dear friends,
The sight of you lovingly entwined presented such a picture of contentment that I could not bear to disturb your rest. You need not hurry back to the council which, due to the sudden unavailability of my advisor and seneschal, must be postponed until tomorrow.
Please endeavour to be on time.
I also request that unless you can keep your … ahem…conversation? …private. If you must continue your activities (as no doubt you will), please do so indoors where your voices will not echo across my valley.
Elrond.”
“It seems we have a very understanding Lord,” commented Erestor after Glorfindel had read the note aloud.
“And of course we must obey his wishes and move to the privacy of our chambers,” whispered Glorfindel, his plans for seduc pla plainly evident in the rising hardness at his groin even before he whispered into his lover’s ear. “We are both fully rested and it is my turn to take you.”