Play

Title: Play
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC17
Notes: PWP, AU, Slash (M/M) Un-beta’d
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Erestor wants to play.


Play.

Glorfindel never fails to excite or surprise me, but he is in one aspect, utterly, and completely, predictable. And I love him for it. Each morning he wakes up at the precise same time, and that is to the minute, one hour before dawn. Sometimes I may wake before him and therefore have one hour of passionate love making before he leaves for the morning patrol. And sometimes I wake to an empty bed and must wait until midday to see him. But often more than not he will wake me anyway, simply to ravish or be ravished. But every now and then I will play with my lover. And he will endure it with a fake sense of annoyance but at the same time his repressed amusement and sweet smile will seep through his false frown. This is another one of his quirks you see. As soon as he wakes he will reach blindly for a hair band he uses every morning to tie back his hair before leaving our bed and making ready for his day. The same hair band that I now have wrapped about my wrist.

I wait now, this morning is one where I have woken before him. Stealthily I reached over my sleeping beloved and stole the plain and simple band. And laid waiting for him to stir at the same time he did every morn.

He stirs now, and I grin with excitement. I lay beside him in false slumber and watch my warrior wake from the my small spy hole from beneath the heavy quilt. He rubs his eyes with his right hand as he stretched out with his left to blindly search for the ever reliable band he left on the night stand. When his hand met nothing but empty air he grunts and sits up to look for the band. And this is when I make one fatal mistake, I giggle. He immediately looks back at me and I in turn quickly pull the covers fully over my head. Continuing to giggle until I am just an odd shape beneath the covers that is shaking slightly, muffled giggles coming from beneath my hiding place.

“Oh…Erestor my love…” He says in a knowing voice, amusement clear in his tone. “…Are you awake?”

I wait a few seconds before answering, my voice again muffled by the covers. “No.” And continue with my torrent of now uncontrolled giggles.

I venture another peek from the beneath the covers and immediately pull them back over my head with an undignified shriek. Glorfindel was but inches from my face now and had been trying to look disapproving but his eyes told me differently.

He chuckles as he tries to pull the cover off of me but I hold on tightly. Giving up he dives beneath and joins me in my stuffy hiding place. To my shame I again unceremoniously shriek and try to pull away but he is upon me. He straddles my hips and pulls the cover off of us, his hair is mused and his cheeks flushed, he looks absolutely divine and I know that I am going to enjoy this mornings bout of lovemaking more than usual.

“Erestor, give it to me.” He says with a warning but playful tone as he holds his hand out. To which I simply raise my brow suggestively.
“Give you what?” I ask innocently.
“My hair band Erestor!” He laughs and again holds his hand out. “Do not play innocent with me you are far from it!”
“Well I am sure I know not what you speak of.”
“The band around your wrist Erestor, give it to me.”

I look at my wrist and pretend to appear shocked and baffled as to how it got there, making Glorfindel laugh adoringly.
“Where did this come from?”
“Where indeed, now give it to me.”
“Nay, I think I quite like it and shall keep it for myself.” I say smugly.

Glorfindel narrows his eyes dangerously, still sporting a grin before he lunges for my wrist. But I am quicker then that and tuck it behind my back. He lays atop pinning me to the mattress and I have unknowingly restrained myself and have limited movement. He lowers his lips to brush against my own as he speaks, his arousal evident as it brushes my own.

“Give it to me Erestor.” Never have I heard his voice so deep and sultry.
“If you want it then get it yourself.”

Never to back down when challenged Glorfindel began his search around my thighs. Slowly he reaches down, lifting them so as my legs bend at the knees either side of him. And with one hand, slowly slides down the outer and underside of one thigh. I bite my lip and look up at him batting my eyelashes playing innocent and naïve, as I know he loves it when I play the sweet and innocent virgin. He growls above me and reaches for my behind.

“I assure you that is not it seneschal.” I say as he gently squeezes one of my rear cheeks.

“I’m just being thorough, who knows where you might be hiding it.” He says as I feel two fingers lightly trace my cleft as I lift my hips.

“Believe me, it is not in there.” I giggle. He darts a quick amused look at me before letting his hands wander up the small of my back.

As his hand comes closer to my own I move away from him. Eventually I am holding the band up above my head and he stretches to reach for it, both of us chuckling at out immaturity. When he reaches my hands I quickly duck beneath him and manage to roll atop of him, reversing our roles. I cry out in triumph that proved to be premature as he sat up and pushed me flat on my back, back into our original positions. Not yet willing to concede I struggle beneath him and we roll about on the bed, both struggling for mastery.

Eventually we fall off the side of the bed and onto the floor with a thump, both of us giggling madly. I get to my feet and manage to run three steps before I am picked up off of my feet by the waist and hauled back onto the bed, landing stomach down, tears streaming my cheeks with laughter. He immediately pins me to the bed and reaches beneath me where I still hold onto the band. I feel his large cock move against my cleft and I can not help but push back against it, ceasing Glorfindel’s giggles and turning them to moans.

Feeling particularly frisky I reach behind me with one hand and take hold of his shaft. I guide the now throbbing heat between my cheeks and teasingly let his head rub over my entrance but never penetrate.

“Erestor..” I looked over my shoulder hearing my name half growled and half panted out. His eyes are midnight with desire, his mouth hanging slightly open and his muscular chest raising and falling in time with the pulsating sensation I hold in my hand. He watched as I rolled onto my back and again gave him my virginal look of innocence.

“What is this band worth, what will I get out of this?”
“Anything you damn well want Erestor.” He growled with a handsome grin as he loomed over me predatorily.

I turned my head to the side, bite my lip and squint as if in thought.
“I know what I want Glorfindel, will you do whatever I ask?”
“Anything.” His deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I sit up beneath him so that our lips nearly touch, he leans in for a kiss but I pull away. Instead of being annoyed he grins, seeing what a playful mood I’m in.

“I want you to sit back against headboard, and do not move, unless I give you permission.”

Glorfindel readily sat back against the headboard and looked at Erestor expectantly through hooded eyes, his breathing more rapid with excitement. I slowly straddle his thighs and sit up so as I am looking slightly down at him. I tilt his head up with one finger and whisper in a husky voice.

“Good boy.”

This to he loves. I’ve defined our coupling into four different types. First there is lovemaking, both of our favourites, where we slowly love each other with our bodies. Then there is when I play his sweet virgin, this has often driven him to the brink of insanity with desire. Then there is the mad frenzied couplings that often takes place at any location wherever there may be any slight sort of cover. And finally the coupling we are to indulge in now, where I, his little love, take complete and utter control in the situation. He loves to let go and for me to be in command of him, he trusts only me with this, as I only trust him with my body.

He shivers when I tell him what a good boy he is, and knows that later tonight we will make sweet gentle love. But this morning he knows that he is going to simply get good sex. This is the way between us, at night he likes to make slow passionate love to me. For hours we will worship each other and he will speak every endearment, tell me again and again that he loves me until both of us weep in pure happiness and joy. When we are utterly spent, he then holds me close as if I were a life line. He will never fall asleep while I am awake, he refuses to. He loves to watch me fall into reverie before joining me.

And in the mornings I like to work him up into such a state, so that our joining is brutal and mind blowing. Sending him off to morning patrol feeling utterly relaxed and sated, a smug smile upon his lips as he knows that it is only him that I will call ‘a good boy’. That it is only him that I will let playfully strike my rear cheeks until they glow red for him to kiss better. That it is only him I love with my heart and soul.

Finally I indulge him and crush our lips together. The kiss is fast and frenzied before I stretch the kiss out so that it is slow and deep. I nibble across his bottom lip and pull at it between my teeth before then soothing the swollen lip with my tongue. I pull back however when I feel a large strong hand run up my back.

“No no, bad boy.” I placed his hands either side of him, “remember, not unless I give you permission.” I knew he had done it on purpose, for he also and particularly loves it when I call him a ‘bad boy’.

I can feel his eyes upon me as I suckle brutally on his nipples, his moans are loud and appreciative as he pushes up into my mouth seems as I have forbidden him to move his hands. Quickly I make my way down to his surging and needful rod and waste no time in swallowing it whole. He cries out deliciously as I work him, thrusting up until his behind comes clear off of the bed.

My head bobs and I suck hard. He’s calling my name unrestrainedly and I can only wonder what the elves situated next to us must be thinking. So far he’s been good and has not moved his hands. I can see them gripping on the bed sheets, near tearing them apart as he gyrates and thrusts into my mouth. The sight is so arousing, seeing him in this state because of what I’m doing to him.

I can always tell when he’s close, and he is about to come down my throat. But I have more in mind this morning, I pull away and he looks at me in disbelief. To which I merely smile smugly, he then again lifts his hand to pull me back. I tut in disapproval and move to straddle his hips, his throbbing length pressing against my cleft.

“Why should you have all the fun, wouldn’t you like to see me succumb to your passion also?” He nods his head desperately yes, he’s so beautiful. His cheeks are red, small beads of sweat cling to his brow as he breaths in harsh gasps.

I make sure he sees me remove the hair band from my wrist and he watches as both of my hands disappear behind my back. He flinches slightly as I let the band snap tightly against the base of his cock after wrapping it around twice. Again I let my lips brush against his as I speak.

“I love the feel of your cock in my throat Glorfindel, but I love it more when its thrusting inside of me.” Again his large hands run up the length of my back, but I allow it this time. I whisper to him again as my fingers gently trace the outsides of his earlobes up to the points. He closes his eyes and enjoys my touch. As I again adopt my sweet and innocent façade.

“What does my bad boy want? Do you want me inside of you? Or can I ride atop of you?”

“Ai Erestor, ride atop of me, I want inside of you, now.”
“I was hoping you would say that, pass me the oil love.”

He quickly pulls open a draw and pulls out the small bottle of oil we keep there, I can not help but smirk at his clumsy rash movements. Taking the bottle in hand I generously coat his arousal and he moans aloud, I know that if the band was not in place he would of spilled himself already. After making his shaft slick I lay the bottle aside and position himself above him.

“Wait wait Erestor, you’re not prepared!” He says breathlessly, no matter how worked up I may get him my safety and enjoyment is always at the forefront of his mind.

“I know, I want to feel you Glorfindel, every inch of you.”

And without space for argument I impale myself upon him in one quick movement. A small amount of pain was inevitable therefore I could not contain my momentary pained cry.

“Erestor!” He leans forward and cups my face tenderly but I pull away and push him back against the headboard as I begin to rotate my hips. His head lolls back and he moans before he’s able to come back to himself.

“Wait no, Erestor, you…you will be sore later.”
“Good, I want to be able to still feel you when you’re off on patrol. I want it to last until midday when you return and will take me all over again.”
“Ai Erestor!”

He knows that I will not relent until I get my way, so I let him hold onto my hips and gently assist my gyrations. He lays back against the headboard watching my every movement as I rest my hands on his pectoral muscles and shoulders for support. I pick up the pace and clench around his cock, he begins to curse, a sure sign that he is ready and begging for release.

Again he looks at me in disbelief as I raise myself off of him, both of us so very close to our pinnacle. But his objections are short lived as I simply turn and again impale myself with my back resting against his chest. I rest my head on his shoulder and he immediately attacks the soft flesh of my neck with his lips and tongue. I take the strong hands that rest on my waist guide them over my body. I let one hand toy with a nipple as the other I guide down to wrap around my own straining length. It takes but three strokes and I arch against him, screaming his name as my seed shoots up and splashes against my stomach and chest. I slouch against him, a lazy sated smile upon my face. But a small whimper in my ear reminds me that he is still painfully hard and has the band wrapped around his engorged pulsating cock. Yet I have ceased to move. I turn my head and smile at the adorable pout he wears.

“You think I would leave my boy like this? Down my throat or in me? Your choice my love.” I say as I tilt my head back further for a lingering kiss.

“In you.”

I nod and move forward, he helps me but does not pull out so as I’m on hands and knees with him kneeling behind me. Holding onto my hips tightly he rips off the band at the base of his cock and begins to thrust into me desperately. Even though I am no longer hard I still moan a the simple pleasure of feeling him moving inside of me. He has been hard and over sensitised for far to long and comes within moments in hard and fast jets. He pulls out gently and I drop down so that I am laying on my back, making room so that he can assume his rightful spot that is his and his alone resting below my chin.

Our legs entwined and with soft hands gently stroking arms, flanks and hair we lay there. Savouring the last few moments before dawn.

“You’re going to be late.” I remind him.
“Mmhmm.”

Regretfully and with one last lingering kiss his detangles himself from me. I sit up and watch as he walks over to the bedside drawer and pulls out another hair band.

“That’s the fifth one this week.”

I grin deviously and walk up to him until we stand eye to eye, nose to nose.
“Don’t tell me you’re complaining?” I say seductively.
“Far from it.”

His hands come to rest on my waist and he leans in for a kiss. With his attention diverted I rip the band from his grip, and make a mad dash to the other side of the bed with a chuckle.

“Erestor!” He laughs and jumps across the bed, to quick for me he pulls me down onto the bed and we again begin to roll about. Both striving for dominance.

“Erestor I really am going to be late!” He chuckles as he finally has me pinned and tries prying the band out of my hand. This is of course true, not wanting to interfere with his duties to Imladris I hand the band back over with a pout. He leans down and kisses me gently, stroking back my mused hair.

“Good boy.” He says cockily and strides into the bathroom.

The end.