A lovers perception.

Title: A lovers perception.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Erestor/?
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I won nothing.
Notes: AU, Un-beta’d, Slash M/M
Summary: A lovers perception.

A lovers perception.


“Let me tell you of an elf I know.”

The warrior turned to his lover; their lovemaking at an end, now they lay beside each other; a thin sheet covering the lower halves of their naked sweat slicked bodies, as a breeze flittered and allowed streams of the dawn sun through the silently flapping light curtain.

“He is an extraordinary elf this one; resplendent and gallant is he. He holds such countenance of authority and worldly wonder, loved by all, by some from afar, but loved none-the-less. yet I know he, I know this one as no other…” Erestor finished in a whisper, as if telling a story full of ghosts and ghouls to an audience of young impressionable minds. “Respected and idolised, honoured and cherished, needed and known to nearly all….”

“This elf must be impressive indeed, with an ego to match his reputation I warrant.”

“Ah, but it is not so, not at all. Though as large and exuberant as he is spoken of, he is so very gentle. His hands, that have grappled with creatures from the very belly of the abyss that is the core of all the unknown, are as gentle as a mother with her new born infant, as soft as the feathery down of a doves wing. This elf, this being of sublime superiority, yet humble in his blissful ignorance of such praise, is the most kind of all natures gifts. A child like innocence he posses at times, so endearing and unexpected from one who has suffered and toiled for his beloved kin and unbreakable honour bound duty. This elf is gloriously self imposed, and a most wonderful contradiction. Strong yet gentle, serious yet mirthful, kind to those deserving, and unforgiving and feared in the eyes of those who would dare cross him; only to fall in their futile quest.”

“He sounds like quite a fellow, but what does he do for you?”

“Oh now there is a question!” Erestor smiled dreamily and rolled onto his stomach; facing the smiling warrior, yet hiding part of his face behind his pillow.

“Now here is a pretty thing, ironic in its assuming question. For everything you have heard of this elf; his fame and glory, is all but impartial and altogether unheard by my fine tuning and hearing. Do you hear me? I care not whom it is any may think he is! I care not for his past giving and doings, though courageous and deserving of all praise this wonderful creature indeed is. But I care not. For me, he is someone else, someone no one but I know of. He is my knight, my friend, my confidant and most beloved of all I hold dear.”

“He is a lucky one then.”

“I would like to think he felt that way yes.”

“I am sure he does, tell me more of him; tell me more of what he does for you, you alone.”

The warrior grinned and rolled onto his stomach; facing Erestor when the advisor beckoned him by the crook of his finger. He pulled at the pillow his lover hid behind; so as to be able to see part of the his handsome smile and one heartbreakingly adorable dimple. Erestor leaned forwards, as if to tell the warrior a most notorious secret.

“He is, the only one to ever, undo me with a smile.”

The warrior smiled.

“The way he pronounces my name; rolling the R on his tongue, is more seductive than any other ample attempt at my graces.”

“Is that so?” The warrior chuckled softly, leaning closer and silently begging for more of this both most arousing and adoring show of love.

“Aye, his tongue is sweet, but mostly talented.”

“Now you are getting to the good stuff.”

Erestor laughed, and much to the warrior’s amusement, blushed and retreated back behind his pillow; showing only one dark eye from behind a corner; his cheek ripe as he was undoubtedly grinning madly.

“What he does to my body…” he began in a low whisper.

“Continue..”

“….is something to be sung and praised about. Forget his deeds of old, as honourable as they were. There are enough songs that lament that part of his persona, but in my, most humble opinion, the stars should sing of how he circles my navel with his tongue.”

“Oh really?!” the warrior laughed aloud, “and what would innocent fair maidens think of that I wonder?”

“I care not, ‘tis not their navel.”

“I love it when you’re silly,” the warrior chuckled, “..continue..”

“His kisses, oh Valar his kisses…”

“That good?” he asked with the utmost of satisfaction.

“Beyond comprehension, he can be so incredibly soft and sweet; making me melt in his very arms. And other times, other times he plunders me; searches and tastes me. Until I am short of breath and delirious for more.”

“So kisses are of his domain, what of his other skills?”

The warrior laughed as Erestor suddenly buried his head beneath his pillow in a fit of giggles, it was not often that he saw Erestor as sweet and care free as this, and he loved these moments after having made love; when the advisor seemed free of all other worries and simply glowed. Eventually Erestor dared to peek his head from beneath his pillow, looking adorably dishevelled and mused; biting his lip in sweet torment.

“His other skills, hmm, now let me first tell you upon meeting my keeper I was no innocent virgin. Yet he unearthed to me such delights I had not known were possible or existed.”

“He sounds quite the scoundrel,”

“Oh indeed he is! He was a promiscuous one before I tamed him, and tame him I did. Not intentionally of course, he simply could not resist my charms.”

The warrior ripped the protective pillow away with a laugh and rolled to lay atop of his lover. “Now that I can believe, please continue.”

“He was the very definition of the phrase, casual sex. Though always a gentleman, and never one to break hearts; he would not settle down or be content with one lover…”

“He led quite the life, what changed him?”

“I did. He tried many a time to win over my affections, and was always left subdued and disappointed.”

“But if he is as wonderful as you say he is, why did you not willingly climb into his bed as so many others would of?”

“Because, what he did not know, was that he already held my heart firmly in his grasp. I hid my love, and denied my body the attention it screamed for and that was so frequently offered to it. He tried again and again, each attempt becoming more romantic than the last. See I had thought that he simply desired me for a single night, little did I know that he to was going out of his love sick mind.”

“What a bitterly sweet and sickeningly ironic situation, how ever did you cope?”

“Well, it was not until he had lured me onto the roof of the house and threatened to throw himself off, unless I would love him, that I conceded to at least dine with him.”

“Ai, you are lucky to have one as romantic as that.”

“Some may say romantic, others may say melodramatic,” the advisor chuckled.

“Well I say romantic, please continue..”

“I was overjoyed to discover my love returned, and I think, that when I really got to know him, that that was when I truly knew my heart gone from me forever; mine no longer, and in possession of another.”

“How so?”

“I will tell you, but first you must understand, that he thinks I do not know, do not see.”

“Know what?” the warrior asked quietly, for this part of Erestor’s story he did not know.

“That he was afraid, and so desperately lonely and in need of love, my love.”

The warrior stared down at Erestor in shock, yet, had never felt so relieved and vulnerable at once or at all.

“You saw that?” he whispered.

“Aye, saw it and felt it, the very first time he held my hand, the first time he kissed me, the first time we made love and he asked with barely concealed desperation, if he could stay until morn. I felt it as he held me so tightly, and vowed then to never let him feel that way again; and dedicated myself to loving him, a most pleasurable and innate of all vows.”

“You saw that? All of that?”

“Indeed, and I hold to my vow, for he will never be alone again, never unloved in the way he deserves to be.”

“You know, he is the luckiest elf alive to have you.” The warrior replied with a tremor in his voice.

“Aye I know, I tell him this frequently.”

The warrior snorted and buried his head in his lovers shoulder as he chuckled. “Please continue, I believe you were in the middle of discussing his ‘skills’”

“Oh his skills, well, as I was saying, I was no virgin when we first gave into our most base of desires. Yet I never knew I could scream so loud, I never knew I could weep so hard, and I never knew that such pleasure could be had from another.”

“He sounds like quite the lover.”

“He is the master of my body and keeper of my heart,” he shrugged, “what can I say.”

The warrior grinned and leaned down to whisper against his lovers lips. “So are there any particular moves of his, that you appreciate above others?”

“Oh to have to choose!” he cried, “I simply could not pick. Though, I will say that I love how he touches my body. His large yet gentle hands worship my body, tease my body to the brink of loosing my mind. Not to mention his mouth! Oh gods when I feel his mouth upon me, I could die a happy and complete elf. But mostly I love it when I feel him move inside of me…” Erestor grinned as the blue eyes that stared down at him darkened as he teasingly let his legs brush the warrior’s sides; as if to wrap around his waist. “…I love the feel of him thrusting in and out, in, and out. I love to see and feel him loose control, and mostly, I love to feel him come inside of me.”

“Well what of him?” The warrior rasped, now fully aroused, “what of his body? You have spoken of how he worships your body, but what is it you worship of his?”

The warrior smiled in delight as Erestor pushed the warrior onto his back, only to then straddle his hips and look down at him with lustful amusement; letting the warrior’s heated and hard length press against his cleft.

“He is, in my eyes perfection. He has sparkling blue eyes, like cloudless skies on summer days. Though it excites me to no end when they darken to midnight with desire. His lips are of soft pinkness. His hair proceeds his name, golden as no other, and softer than any silk. His chest…” after running his hands through the warrior’s hair he trailed his hands down to the broad chest to caress it greedily, “…is bronze from hours spent in the sun, broad and firm,” he said as he squeezed the warrior’s pectorals in his hands.

“I love his arms, the strongest I have ever know and laden with muscle. They hold me so close at night, they make me feel safe and warm…” his hands trailed down his verbal path, squeezing biceps as they went, until reaching the large calloused hands where he entwined their fingers. His hands, so much larger than my own..” he giggled as he held their hands out flat together, measuring and comparing their size, “…are always so sure of their grip. I love it when they grip my hips, guiding my hips to take his length deeper. I love to feel his hands caress me…” he brought up the warrior’s hands and guided them over his chest and stomach; eventually letting them rest on his hips.

“What of the rest of him?” The warrior asked huskily.

“Well, his stomach is flat, save for the dips and subtle curve of his muscle; of which he is well endowed with…” again he allowed his hands to trail lower and over the flat stomach. “…. and there is another specific endowment of which I am most enamoured with, and that holds great appreciation of mine.” Seductively he let his hand reach behind him and gently stroke the length that nestled between his cheeks.

“Go on..” The warrior groaned.

“Ai it is large, it feels me to the brim and near rips me apart in its sheer magnitude, yet it is never so. He would never hurt me, and Ai, I could spend every hour of the day trying to tell you how much I love to feel his hard heat move inside of me, but even then I could never truly convey the insurmountable pleasure it brings me,”

“Could you not?” The warrior spoke huskily, gripping the hips that had unconsciously began to rock atop of him tightly.

“Nay, no words could describe it, let me show you, maybe my cries and moans will give you some small insight of the beginnings of what it is he gives me.”

He raised himself up so as the great swollen head of the warrior’s cock was nudging just at the very brim of the already oiled ring of pleasure. Teasingly he bit his lip as he took the head inside, but no more; and then squeezed his inside muscles around it leaking tip.

“Ai you torture me, he is a lucky elf indeed!”

“And he had better not forget it.” Erestor smirked as the warrior arched, seeking deeper penetration.

“Oh believe me, if he has half a mind he will not, not ever. Please, let me feel what it is he feels, I beg you.”

“I love it when he begs…” slowly Erestor lowered himself onto the throbbing cock; still slick from their previous play.

The warrior beneath him let his mouth hang open silently as the snug heat slowly devoured him. When Erestor was finally nestled into the warrior’s lap; his shaft buried deep within his body, he gave an experimental role of his hips, and grinned as his lover groaned loudly.

“Ride me Erestor, let me watch you find your pleasure from me.”

And ride he did, pressing his hands down flat on the muscular chest for leverage he began to move, slowly at first; simply gyrating into the lap. But soon enough both were panting as Erestor’s movements became more erratic and desperate. His hips were gripped tightly as he raised himself up before slamming harshly back down upon the weeping rod.

Trusting his lover to support his hips he raised his hands up to run through his hair; pulling at it harshly as his elbows cocked in the air; his arousal bobbing with each upwards lift and plunge onto the cock within him.

The warrior brought his knees up behind the advisor to support him in his frantic momentum. Erestor impaled himself again and again, crying out as the warrior beneath him thrust upwards sharply. Unable to withstand the distressful pleasure of being at the very brink of climax any longer, Erestor stroked his own length when feeling strong hands grip harshly into his hips. The warrior lifted the advisor by the hips effortlessly, and lowered him onto his screaming cock with a savage need.

With a wail of the warrior’s name Erestor came; splashing his seed over his own stomach and chest. A mere moment later he felt, for a second time that morning, the warrior fill him with his pleasure.

Panting harshly, Erestor collapsed onto the warrior’s chest; their bodies still connected, and both with lazily smiles as their racing hearts slowed to a normal pace. Slowly, so as not to slip out of his beloved, Glorfindel rolled atop of his husband and kissed him slowly and lovingly.

Laying there in their aftermath and still connected state Glorfindel smiled down at the elf that was his bonded; with a few more sweet kisses to his preciously flushed cheeks, Glorfindel spoke in a satisfied hush of a voice.

“Erestor, let me tell you of an elf I know…”

The End.