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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,322
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Elf-Rider
Title: Elf-Rider
Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Pairing: Elrohir/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Elrohir answers an important question.
Disclaimer: It's not mine, the hot elves, the last beer, the condom wrapper under the couch, middle earth or lord of the rings! Not mine not mine not mine!
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"Hey Elrohir! Want to go out horse riding with us?" Elladan asked from the courtyard below where Elrohir stood on his balcony, about to go off with his friends. Elrohir was about to shake his head no, for he'd had a long night waiting up for Glorfindel to return from patrols, and had gone to bed near dawn when the blonde hadn't come home. But Meridith, a firey, tomboyish and impetuos she-elf interrupted. "He's tired Elladan, he's been 'elf-riding' all night!" The gathered elves laughed along with her, and even Elrohir had a chuckle. Meridith stood from cinching her horse's woven bridle and grinned cheekily at him.
Meridith might be of marrigable age and fairly good breeding, but she had babysat Elrohir and his brother often as elflings, and he knew her to be a wild one. She knew about Elrohir and Glorfindel, of course. She also knew he had waited up last night for his wayward lover. Elladan was as safe going out riding with her as he was in his own bed at home. Elrohir waved them off dissmissively, and the boisterous elves mounted thier horses and rode out, teasing one another.
He went back inside and laid across the bed. His name meant elf-rider in one of it's translations, and Meridith had just implied that such also had sexual conotations. He gave it some thought. How did one ride an elf?
Elrohir imagined Glorfindel on all fours, lucious buttocks presented, and himself on his knees behind him. That wasn't really riding, because then glorfindel wouldn't exactly be under him. Elrohir imagined Glodel del flat on his back, long golden hair sprawled everywhere, and himself sitting on the blonde's erect member and riding Glorfindel's thrusting hips. Now *that* qualified as riding. Elrohir moaned, and reached down to cup his sudden erection.
He continued that fantasy, rubing himself leisurely, feeling too lazy to remove his sleeping pants. A sudden voice from his doorway sent him flying up off the bed with a shriek. "What are you thinking of, nin meleth?"
Elrohir breathed a sigh of relief. It was Glorfindel.
He reached down and cupped his now-soft member teasingly. "You." he answered. The blue-green eyes smoldered darker, and Glorfindel licked his full lower lip. "Come here and help me get my clothes off, and you wont have to think about me anymore." He invited, toeing at his boots to strip them off.
Elrohir did come over, and jerked at the fastenings and buckles, both elves eagerly rushing. When glorfindel was naked, Elrohir petted his full silky hair while Glorfindel stripped the younger elf naked. Once he had Elrohir's muscular buttocks in his hands, he backed him over to the bed and lay atop him, sharing breath. "What were you thinking of, exactly?" he asked huskily. Elrohir flushed under the pink of arousal that fanned across his cheeks.
"Elf..r..r..riding." he stuttered, feeling embarassed now about the fantasy. Glorfindel rumbled deep in his chest and nuzzled Elrohir's neck. "Why were you thinking of it?" Ever the teacher, probing for motive and thought process.
"I...wondered how it could be...done." Perhaps Glorfindel would have the answer to what 'riding' ultimately was? He was so confused and curious already.
Glorfindel laughed, sitting up and pulling Elrohir to the middle of the mussed bed. "There's only one way that can be done properly." He smiled mysteriously, laying Elrohir back. He licked, kissed, and nibbled until Elrohir was a writhing mass of nerves, whimpering for more. Then he reached for the oil jar, and elrohir was transfixed at the sight of him preparing himself, stretching and slicking. Glorfindel winked at him, bending to lap pre-cum from Elrohir's member.
Elrohir's eyes fairly rolled back into his head, and Glorfindel was mercifully brief when slicking up Elrohir's cock. "Watch." He said softly, to get Elrohir's attention. Elrohir looked down to see Glorfindel holding his cock and checking postion with his fingers. ly Gly Glorfindel pushed Elrohir inside until the head of his member was safely buried. With a sigh of ecstasy, Glorfindel took both of Elrohir's hands in his own and sank down. When Elrohir was hilted in him, he rose on his knees a little, and Elrohir thrust up on the downstroke, causing his blonde lover to yelp in bliss.
Glorfindel rode his hips, vocal and beloved and hot as ever, and when he neared climax he took his hand that held Glorfindel's and together they stroked Glorfindel to completetion. Hot come splashed on his belly and chest as Glorfindel thrust his hips forward, internal muscles clamping on Elrohir. He came screaming, and Glorfindel slid forward to lay on his chest when he had stopped thrusting.
"That" Glorfidnel panted, "was elf-riding."
Elrohir only managed a breathy chuckle.
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Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Pairing: Elrohir/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Elrohir answers an important question.
Disclaimer: It's not mine, the hot elves, the last beer, the condom wrapper under the couch, middle earth or lord of the rings! Not mine not mine not mine!
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"Hey Elrohir! Want to go out horse riding with us?" Elladan asked from the courtyard below where Elrohir stood on his balcony, about to go off with his friends. Elrohir was about to shake his head no, for he'd had a long night waiting up for Glorfindel to return from patrols, and had gone to bed near dawn when the blonde hadn't come home. But Meridith, a firey, tomboyish and impetuos she-elf interrupted. "He's tired Elladan, he's been 'elf-riding' all night!" The gathered elves laughed along with her, and even Elrohir had a chuckle. Meridith stood from cinching her horse's woven bridle and grinned cheekily at him.
Meridith might be of marrigable age and fairly good breeding, but she had babysat Elrohir and his brother often as elflings, and he knew her to be a wild one. She knew about Elrohir and Glorfindel, of course. She also knew he had waited up last night for his wayward lover. Elladan was as safe going out riding with her as he was in his own bed at home. Elrohir waved them off dissmissively, and the boisterous elves mounted thier horses and rode out, teasing one another.
He went back inside and laid across the bed. His name meant elf-rider in one of it's translations, and Meridith had just implied that such also had sexual conotations. He gave it some thought. How did one ride an elf?
Elrohir imagined Glorfindel on all fours, lucious buttocks presented, and himself on his knees behind him. That wasn't really riding, because then glorfindel wouldn't exactly be under him. Elrohir imagined Glodel del flat on his back, long golden hair sprawled everywhere, and himself sitting on the blonde's erect member and riding Glorfindel's thrusting hips. Now *that* qualified as riding. Elrohir moaned, and reached down to cup his sudden erection.
He continued that fantasy, rubing himself leisurely, feeling too lazy to remove his sleeping pants. A sudden voice from his doorway sent him flying up off the bed with a shriek. "What are you thinking of, nin meleth?"
Elrohir breathed a sigh of relief. It was Glorfindel.
He reached down and cupped his now-soft member teasingly. "You." he answered. The blue-green eyes smoldered darker, and Glorfindel licked his full lower lip. "Come here and help me get my clothes off, and you wont have to think about me anymore." He invited, toeing at his boots to strip them off.
Elrohir did come over, and jerked at the fastenings and buckles, both elves eagerly rushing. When glorfindel was naked, Elrohir petted his full silky hair while Glorfindel stripped the younger elf naked. Once he had Elrohir's muscular buttocks in his hands, he backed him over to the bed and lay atop him, sharing breath. "What were you thinking of, exactly?" he asked huskily. Elrohir flushed under the pink of arousal that fanned across his cheeks.
"Elf..r..r..riding." he stuttered, feeling embarassed now about the fantasy. Glorfindel rumbled deep in his chest and nuzzled Elrohir's neck. "Why were you thinking of it?" Ever the teacher, probing for motive and thought process.
"I...wondered how it could be...done." Perhaps Glorfindel would have the answer to what 'riding' ultimately was? He was so confused and curious already.
Glorfindel laughed, sitting up and pulling Elrohir to the middle of the mussed bed. "There's only one way that can be done properly." He smiled mysteriously, laying Elrohir back. He licked, kissed, and nibbled until Elrohir was a writhing mass of nerves, whimpering for more. Then he reached for the oil jar, and elrohir was transfixed at the sight of him preparing himself, stretching and slicking. Glorfindel winked at him, bending to lap pre-cum from Elrohir's member.
Elrohir's eyes fairly rolled back into his head, and Glorfindel was mercifully brief when slicking up Elrohir's cock. "Watch." He said softly, to get Elrohir's attention. Elrohir looked down to see Glorfindel holding his cock and checking postion with his fingers. ly Gly Glorfindel pushed Elrohir inside until the head of his member was safely buried. With a sigh of ecstasy, Glorfindel took both of Elrohir's hands in his own and sank down. When Elrohir was hilted in him, he rose on his knees a little, and Elrohir thrust up on the downstroke, causing his blonde lover to yelp in bliss.
Glorfindel rode his hips, vocal and beloved and hot as ever, and when he neared climax he took his hand that held Glorfindel's and together they stroked Glorfindel to completetion. Hot come splashed on his belly and chest as Glorfindel thrust his hips forward, internal muscles clamping on Elrohir. He came screaming, and Glorfindel slid forward to lay on his chest when he had stopped thrusting.
"That" Glorfidnel panted, "was elf-riding."
Elrohir only managed a breathy chuckle.
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