Water Droplets and Oil Soap
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,789
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Water Droplets and Oil Soap
LEGOLAS AND HALDIR, SADLY, BELONG TO TOLKIEN. I STAND TO MAKE NO PROFIT WHATSOEVER FROM WRI THI THIS, AND THERE IS NO HARM INTENDED.
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Water Droplets and Oil Soap
Legolas watches Haldir bathe under a waterfall. He likes the way the shining silvery water cascades down Haldir's body, reflecting the moonlight. He imagines what it would be like to be a water droplet travelling along the muscled plain of Haldir's stomach and down to the tip of his tantalisingly erect flesh.
Haldir is aware that Legolas is watching him, but does not let on. He decides to give the Prince something to dream about.
Haldir bends forward, letting his hair fall in front of his face, and then stands back up quickly, so that the silver-blond strands whip water high into the air. He leans back against a rock and lathers his body with the oil soap he has brought. The smell of wildflowers and herbs fills the air as a light breeze whispers through the trees.
Legolas carefully and silently lowers himself to the ground and sits on his heels. He runs his fingers over the bulge that has grown between his legs and up and over to the lacings at the sides of his leggings. He unties them just enough to allow his slender hand to slide between the fabric and his skin; both feel like velvet, only his skin is hot with desire.
Haldir washes his arms, his strong archer's arms, rubbing soap up and down them, then rinsing it off in the waterfall. He bends forward to lather his legs, lifting them to cleanse his feet, one by one.
One of Legolas' hands is now moving up and down on his own erection, his eyes never leave the tall, slender-yet-muscular form before him. The other hand is behind him, planted firmly on the ground for support. He can barely keep himself from moaning aloud as he strokes himself nearly to release. As he is staring intently at Haldir, he imagines it is that Elf's fingers forming the tight ring around his shaft, pulling him mercilessly to the cusp of passion.
Haldir's keen ears pick up the change in Legolas' breathing; he can now hear gasps and moans that would be inaudible to anyone not of the Fair Folk. He decides it is time to bring the show to an end and let his voyeur find his relief. Haldir pours a small amount of the oil soap into his left hand and rubs his palms together, making a thick, luxurious lather. Leaning once more against the rock, he takes himself in hand. His eyes close as deft fingers glide over hot flesh, and Haldir too is thinking of someone else's hand performing these erotic movements.
Legolas can hold off no longer; he cries out as his silvery seed spills into his cupped palm. He knows then he is caught but does not care as Haldir also splits the air with his own ecstasy; Legolas' name echoes off trees for anyone passing to hear.
END.
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*~*~*~*
Water Droplets and Oil Soap
Legolas watches Haldir bathe under a waterfall. He likes the way the shining silvery water cascades down Haldir's body, reflecting the moonlight. He imagines what it would be like to be a water droplet travelling along the muscled plain of Haldir's stomach and down to the tip of his tantalisingly erect flesh.
Haldir is aware that Legolas is watching him, but does not let on. He decides to give the Prince something to dream about.
Haldir bends forward, letting his hair fall in front of his face, and then stands back up quickly, so that the silver-blond strands whip water high into the air. He leans back against a rock and lathers his body with the oil soap he has brought. The smell of wildflowers and herbs fills the air as a light breeze whispers through the trees.
Legolas carefully and silently lowers himself to the ground and sits on his heels. He runs his fingers over the bulge that has grown between his legs and up and over to the lacings at the sides of his leggings. He unties them just enough to allow his slender hand to slide between the fabric and his skin; both feel like velvet, only his skin is hot with desire.
Haldir washes his arms, his strong archer's arms, rubbing soap up and down them, then rinsing it off in the waterfall. He bends forward to lather his legs, lifting them to cleanse his feet, one by one.
One of Legolas' hands is now moving up and down on his own erection, his eyes never leave the tall, slender-yet-muscular form before him. The other hand is behind him, planted firmly on the ground for support. He can barely keep himself from moaning aloud as he strokes himself nearly to release. As he is staring intently at Haldir, he imagines it is that Elf's fingers forming the tight ring around his shaft, pulling him mercilessly to the cusp of passion.
Haldir's keen ears pick up the change in Legolas' breathing; he can now hear gasps and moans that would be inaudible to anyone not of the Fair Folk. He decides it is time to bring the show to an end and let his voyeur find his relief. Haldir pours a small amount of the oil soap into his left hand and rubs his palms together, making a thick, luxurious lather. Leaning once more against the rock, he takes himself in hand. His eyes close as deft fingers glide over hot flesh, and Haldir too is thinking of someone else's hand performing these erotic movements.
Legolas can hold off no longer; he cries out as his silvery seed spills into his cupped palm. He knows then he is caught but does not care as Haldir also splits the air with his own ecstasy; Legolas' name echoes off trees for anyone passing to hear.
END.