More.

Title: More.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Beta: Kei.
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Rating: Very R. `
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: When relationships develop, sometimes sweet kisses and gentle touches are no longer enough.


More.

More, he wanted more, needed more. Even if it were only a little, just a tease to his already ravenous thirst around this one elf. More, just a little more.

They lay on the bed now, kissing. Glorfindel had to smile at how young this made him feel. Him lying on his side, just above Erestor who lay flat. As they kissed, slowly and deeply, with experimental touches and heavy breath, hands wandering as if forbidden along clothe-covered thighs and arms, he felt like an adolescent again. Yet he was not an adolescent, and he craved the touch of bare flesh, Erestor’s bare flesh.

“Erestor?” he asked in a lazy tone as he pulled back and gazed down upon this intriguing and utterly lovely elf.

“Yes?”

He had a pink tinge to his cheeks, Glorfindel noted, and his dark hair, so long and silk-like, was sprawled out behind him, flat on the mattress. Ever so slightly slanted eyes, deep and dark, the proudest of straight noses and, he thought with a grin, the…..most adorable of prideful, pointed chins. Pouted red lips, reminiscent of cherries to the taste and of feathers to the touch. A slim neck, smooth and long, elegant and almost delicate, pulse evident in the hollow. A small frame and shoulders that fit so perfectly in his arms, not as fragile as a she elf, but so much more desirable to hold than any other male he had known. More. Yes more.

“Take off your clothes.”

He grinned as Erestor grew flustered, embarrassed even.

“No.”

“Oh, but why not?” He attempted in a playful voice, to keep the tone light

“Because I said so.”

“A pathetic argument.”

“Just …no.”

“You are aware that we are fully grown, Erestor?” he said, maintaining the breezy tone despite, and perhaps because of, how nervous the topic made Erestor. “We have been doing this….”

“Doing what?” was the defiant response.

“This! Erestor,” he emphasised as he gestured around them. “Stealing away to kiss and grope like elves barely past their majority, too inexperienced and jittery to try for more. But that is not so, is it?” He maintained a gentle tone and smile, only wishing to plead his case, not to guilt Erestor into anything he was not ready for. “That is not us, for we are grown males, Erestor. And I do not know about you, but I am as ribald, ready…” He waved a hand and licked his lips as he searched for the right word, “….as…as horny!” He grinned as Erestor snorted, and continued with a chuckle, “…as horny as any other grown male who would have to suffer the torture of being teased with only small touches and the most amazing kisses from one, gorgeous…” With each description he lowered his tone and brought his lips closer to those perfect ones that so resembled the cherries of which they tasted, “…beautiful, sweet…” His breath now brushed those red lips, and his voice had deepened considerably, “.. seductive, delicious…sexy…”

“You think me sexy?” Erestor asked in a quiet tone, a pleased smile touching his lips.

“Erestor.” He leaned now completely above Erestor, silently stating his wish for dominance and expressing his arousal with his heavy gaze. “You know, that you leave me hard after every meeting of ours.”

Erestor bit the corner of his lip as he grinned.

“See! You are a tease, and you know it!” Glorfindel laughed, glad that nothing he had said had offended.

“’Tis not my fault that you cannot control your own libido, sir.”

He sighed, trying not to show his frustration

“Well…” Erestor began, in a somewhat hesitant tone. “What exactly is it you ah…were wanting, expecting even?” He fiddled with the coverlet, giving it his attention and looking away from Glorfindel, who was now frowning almost regretfully.

“Erestor I…”

Erestor looked at him then in that nervous way, and he felt terrible. Erestor only wished to please him, even if that meant possibly doing something he was not yet quite comfortable with. He sighed, then smiled tenderly and gently touched Erestor’s cheek.

“You what?” Erestor asked.

“Nothing,” he said, with an almost carefree shake of his head that somehow lacked credibility.

“Let’s continue with this...” He pressed their lips together slowly, and drew back to murmur in a low voice, “I like this.”

Erestor joined the kiss, though pulled away after a few moments, licking his bottom lip with a frown, thinking. Glorfindel raised a brow in amusement, waiting for him to speak.

“You sighed.”

“Yes...” Glorfindel replied slowly, not quite understanding but listening intently.

“You are….disappointed, aren’t you?”

Glorfindel opened his mouth to dispute this, fumbling for the right words. “Nay, nay, not disappointed…..” Even he did not find his words convincing, and inwardly cringed as he spoke.

Erestor gave him a look that was level and unfaltering…. and understanding. He seemed saddened as he nodded and looked down to his hands, which now fiddled with a clasp upon his shirt.

“I understand,” he said softly. “I suppose I am just some….some sort of prude. You must think me frigid or something alike,” he added with a humourless laugh.

“Oh nay, nay, Erestor. That was not what…” He broke off and sighed. “I should not have said anything at all. I do not think anything of the sort, truly. Please, can we just go back to kissing?” he asked with a forced smile.

Erestor regarded him a moment longer, then, with the tiniest of smiles and the slightest of nods, agreed. Their lips touched again, and Erestor noted that the warrior’s kisses had become more gentle, even guarded, as if fearing to plunder too far. He again moved his lips away with a frustrated sigh, unable to continue when they were obviously not on the same page as one another. It would not do for one to stay silent only to please the other, which was exactly what Glorfindel was doing, just as he would not simply concede to any possible desire of Glorfindel's.

“What is it?” Glorfindel asked worriedly.

“I…” He began again, before sighing and turning his head to the side.

“Erestor, we…. We can just kiss, it is fine. I can wait,” Glorfindel said with a shrug as he gently stroked Erestor’s hair back.

“No, no it’s not.” Erestor took a deep breath and ran his hand down the blond’s chest resolutely. “Why don’t you tell me what it is you had in mind?”

“I, well….I am not asking for sex, Erestor, if that is what worries you. Though I hope that one day we will cross that bridge.” He softened then, seeing Erestor’s quick glance, and instead of the playful stubbornness he was so used to seeing there, he saw naught but insecurity.

Seeing that Glorfindel had more to say, but seemed reluctant to continue and now gazed down at him worriedly, Erestor nodded his head with a ‘hmm’, telling him to continue.

“Well….Erestor,” he began gently. “We’ve been together, what….a year almost?”

“Three hundred and twenty four days,” was the quiet but quick reply that stopped Glorfindel in his tracks.

There it was; another reason why he wished to make love to Erestor. He leaned down slowly and touched their lips together.

“Three hundred and twenty four days,” he repeated softly, smiling as Erestor reached for his hand and idly stroked his fingers before entwining them. “With anyone else, we would have…I mean...” He tried to tread carefully, speaking softly and running his thumb over the knuckles of the hand that held his. “Well, before we began this relationship, I dare say the longest time I went without sex was a week at most.” Glorfindel tried to laugh, but swallowed nervously as the gentle touch and play with his fingers ceased, but he still continued. “And, well, it’s….been nearly a year, Erestor and...”

“Three hundred and twenty four days,” Erestor corrected in a defensive whisper, and Glorfindel knew then that he had, despite his efforts, hurt him with his insinuation that they had not progressed adequately enough for him.

“Three hundred and twenty four wonderful days, aye,” he crooned quickly. “But, I…well, do you not wish for a little more?”

“I am content, aren’t you?”

“In all honesty, no. Though I would wait for however long you please, I…I will admit to needing… Nay,” he quickly corrected himself, closing his eyes briefly at his slip of words. “I admit to…wanting... a little more.”

There was a long silence between them, where Erestor lay motionless, looking down at the large hand that he had been holding. Glorfindel waited for a reply, refusing to speak next.

“Then perhaps you should fulfill your needs.”

What did that mean? Glorfindel dared to hope it meant what he greatly desired, but, before he could ask, Erestor abruptly sat up, letting the warrior’s hand fall to one side. When the advisor turned to face him, Glorfindel was shocked and then angry with himself to see that those dark eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“With someone else.”

He stood from the bed, but Glorfindel quickly leaned up on one hand, gently grasped Erestor’s arm and pulled him back.

“No, don’t, please don’t go, I….you told me to….to….Erestor you can’t go! Please, we can’t end this relationship, we can not,” he implored.

“Why?” Erestor asked, nevertheless allowing himself to be pulled back down upon the bed.

“Because….” He leaned down again and stroked back black hair as he beseechingly looked at Erestor. “Because I want you,” he said quietly. “I don’t want any other, I don’t think I ever shall.”

“But you require more from me?” Erestor asked, as if it were his last defense.

“Erestor,” Glorfindel began with a frown, now offended, himself. “You told me to tell you. I…I would always be honest with you, Erestor. I speak truthfully when I say I want more, yet not to simply quench my own thirst for you, I …I wish to be closer to you. Don’t you want to be closer to me? Do you not wish to know me in every way possible? Do you not desire me as I do you?”

Silence.

“Oh.” Erestor said.

“Yes, oh.”

“I do desire you,” Erestor said quietly after a lengthy pause, looking the blond worriedly in the eye and nodding.

“So, what now?”

Erestor bit his lip as he thought, mulling things over in his mind. He knew it was not an ultimatum he was faced with, but a choice. Glorfindel had spoken honestly, which was, in truth, all he could ask from him. He also knew that if he said no to any development in their relationship this night, Glorfindel would abide by that without any sort of grudge. It was that thought, and that feeling of respect, which both made his mind up and increased his heart rate.

“And this is not just about sex?”

“Erestor, if it were, I would not be here now, not after three hundre…”

“…hundred and twenty four days,” they finished together, smiling.

“Aye,” Glorfindel replied, reaching out to touch his beloved in a gentle caress.

Erestor accepted the touch, and smiled almost apologetically. “Very well.”

“Meaning…?”

“Meaning….I will take off my shirt, but that is all. This night at least,” he said this with a nervous smirk.

Glorfindel grinned in absolute glee.

“We will not…” Erestor waved his hand and raised a brow as he blushed to say the words. “…we will not, you know….make love.” He said the words so quietly that Glorfindel had to chuckle. “Not tonight, I mean.”

“I understand, I know you are somewhat…reserved, Erestor.”

“I mean we will, but…it just…” He glanced at Glorfindel and quickly looked away again, reaching for the coverlet once more. “It has to be…romantic. I want it to be romantic, nice...” he admitted quietly.

“You wish me to wine and dine you?” Glorfindel said with a grin, having never known anyone quite as special as Erestor.

Erestor grinned and rolled his eyes.

“You wish me to pick you flowers, sweep you off your feet?” he said as he leaned in closer, letting his hands wander to Erestor’s sides, where he knew him to be particularly ticklish.

“Nothing quite that clichéd, but you have the right idea,” Erestor ginned as he tried to still those hands.

“I will do it all, it will be magical.” Glorfindel lifted his beloved’s hand and kissed the back of it. “I promise.”

“But some other night.”

“Hmm, though I do believe you said something about removing this pesky shirt,” he murmured as he ran his finger along its collar.

“Yes, that.”

Slowly Erestor unhooked the fine clasps, though he was intent on keeping the shirt closed about him as he did so. When it was finally undone, he held the shirt close together, licking his bottom lip as he regarded Glorfindel. Eventually he began to let the shirt fall open, but quickly pulled it back around himself.

“If you laugh, I shall smack you.”

“Erestor,” Glorfindel chuckled.

He moved above the advisor, distracting him with a kiss as his hands pried Erestor’s away, then finally and slowly, as if to savour what was afforded to him, he opened that shirt.

Creamy flesh that made his mouth water. Two small red nubs, begging to be touched. Slim, beautiful, graceful, were words that did not do justice to the sight.

“Oh Erestor, you are beautiful. How can you possibly be self-conscious of your body, looking as you do?” He looked down at Erestor and laughed to see that the advisor had closed his eyes tightly. He lightly touched a pinkish cheek with the backs of his fingers, and those dark lashes fluttered open. “You undo me, Erestor,” he whispered, before reaching down for one more devastating kiss.

Having been afforded new flesh that needed kissing and tasting, he left those cherry lips and travelled the column of Erestor’s smooth neck. He nibbled along a collarbone briefly, his desired destination drawing closer. And, upon finally meeting those rosy nipples, he could not help but grin when noting how Erestor’s chest rose quickly, and that his eyes had once again involuntarily closed tightly.

He teased at first, just a gentle lick, and he felt his own cock grow harder, hotter at how very responsive yet sweetly coy Erestor’s body was. He gasped, and his chest dipped as if trying to back away into the mattress. But Glorfindel would allow no such thing, he drew that nipple into his mouth and was suckling greedily, whilst watching Erestor’s every reaction.

“Oh!” Erestor suddenly cried, arching into the mouth that had curved into a smile.

He panted as he watched Glorfindel suckle upon him, then switch to his other, untried nipple, erect in its wait. Glorfindel grinned as Erestor sighed in disappointment when his lips released those delectable and thoroughly chewed and sucked nubs. Instead, his lips travelled down a ticklish rib cage and to the most adorable navel he had ever seen. He circled it with the point of his tongue and then, he had to admit, he most devilishly dipped his tongue in, and out. In, and out, mimicking what he desperately wanted and what Erestor so feared.

His tongue now travelled along the waistband of Erestor’s leggings, and he was so tempted, so very tempted, to try for more when he saw Erestor’s arousal beneath those brown suede leggings, but he would not push it, not that much. Although…..

“Erestor, roll onto your stomach for me.” He spoke huskily as he tried to turn those hips.

“W-why?”

“Your back, I have finally gotten rid of you shirt, I’m not letting an inch of your flesh escape me,” he said with a mischievous wink.

Slowly Erestor turned onto his stomach, clutching at a pillow as he watched over his shoulder. Glorfindel gently gathered his dark hair and let it fall over one shoulder. Erestor shocked himself by groaning quietly as Glorfindel’s lips brushed the back of his neck.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, before traveling lower.

His lips caressed every inch of bare flesh in his path, over two nervously hunched shoulders and across the shoulder blades, down an elegantly dipping and curved spine, right down to the waistband of Erestor’s leggings, just at the small of his back. The small of his back, Glorfindel decided he liked this very much, and he paid special attention to this delectable area. His hands, though, he could not stop his hands from gently caressing the raised curve of Erestor’s truly superior, pert behind. This he knew, though, was not abusing his beloved’s trust, for he had been allowed such an intimate touch before.

He paused, but did not remove his hands, as Erestor gasped and at that moment he felt utterly selfish. He knew how hesitant Erestor was with sexual matters, and he had already given him more this evening than he had the past three hundred and twenty four days…but he so craved more. Using all of his willpower, his hands travelled back to those hips, so as to remove the temptation. Little did he realise that Erestor had been watching every move over his shoulder as soon as he had felt Glorfindel’s hands rest upon his behind.

“Glorfindel,” he whispered in a shaky voice, and the warrior looked up from where he had been kissing the small of his back. “If I were to….to let you continue, what would you have done?”

Glorfindel blinked and suddenly swallowed as he realised that Erestor was considering something, though what that was he did not know. His mouth grew suddenly dry, and he could not help but speak huskily.

“I would look upon you, Erestor, and….”

“What?”

“I would…given permission….I would have, with the gentlest of touches, opened you to my gaze and given you pleasure…by means of my mouth only. Just to see you come undone under my loving caress.”

There was silence between them, before Erestor’s hands slowly snaked down his front, to untie the laces of his leggings. His hips arched momentarily off the bed, and Glorfindel groaned aloud and licked his lips when Erestor’s behind inadvertently rose closer to his face.

Those hips lowered again, and Glorfindel noted with hunger that the waistband to Erestor’s leggings was now loose and could easily be shimmied down. He was also incredibly touched, that Erestor had trusted him with this. He smiled most adoringly and even chuckled as Erestor reached for a pillow and held it over his head, hiding beneath it ‘Go slowly, do not scare him off,’ he thought to himself.

Swallowing hard, he gripped the loose waistband with both hands, and slowly pulled the leggings down just beneath Erestor‘s behind to rest at the top of his thighs. He moaned loudly, as two creamy pert cheeks were slowly unveiled to him. His cock was now dripping within his breeches. And he could not help but desperately reach down and give his throbbing cock a quick rub through his leggings. Never had he seen a finer rear than this.

“Oh Erestor,” he whispered gruffly as he let the flat palms of his hands skim over those two indescribably soft mounds. “Valar, you are perfect, so perfect, Erestor.”

Gently he caressed and squeezed those cheeks, and he was stunned as, even more so than the rest of Erestor, the flawless flesh grew pink under his gentle touch. He dipped his head and simply licked one cheek, perilously close to that tempting cleft. He blew against the now moist and heated flesh and, visibly, Erestor’s frame shuddered. He spread soft kisses over both cheeks and, when temptation proved too difficult to resist, used both hands gently to part the twin mounds.

He groaned almost desperately as Erestor’s entrance came into view. It was so small and pink, tight and quivering. Inflexibly it contracted and seemed to close as the cheeks under his hands clenched and a gasp sounded from above. With just the tip of his tongue, moving slowly, he touched the entrance, and Erestor jumped in surprise.

The taste exploded across his tongue, and he immediately swiped it once more over that quivering hole. He circled it and then, feeling more daring and having gripped Erestor’s hips tightly, he pushed his tongue ever so slowly and steadily into that entrance.

Erestor cried out in surprise, his moan muffled by the pillow he held over the back of his head. Glorfindel was now pushing his tongue as deep as he could inside of that tight, clenching opening, knowing that his slick muscle could not harm the virgin entrance. His hold on Erestor’s hips tightened as he growled and began to eat Erestor, to feed upon him, pushing his face deep into that cleft between those two pert mounds. While he was held so, Erestor began to move and unsurely gyrate, the movements coming almost naturally to him at the height of this new pleasure. Desperately confused and sensuous moans came from him, and the fact that this pleasure apparently confused that dark beauty he drank from only made Glorfindel’s cock throb harder.

Suddenly, Erestor‘s back arched, and his behind pushed back onto Glorfindel’s tongue. A sharp cry came muffled from beneath the pillow, and his frame jerked. Glorfindel’s eyes went wide, and a smile spread across his lips upon realising that Erestor had just come.

Slowly, and not daring to look behind him, Erestor removed the pillow and reached beneath him to desperately pull his leggings up. Again his hips arched and his rear rose as he quickly tried to tie his laces, not daring to roll onto his back and allow Glorfindel to see the mess he had made.

“I…I should be going…”

“What?” Glorfindel asked, dismayed. They had just shared their most intimate act to date, and Erestor wished to leave?

But then it dawned on him; Erestor was embarrassed, terribly so. As the advisor sat up upon the side of the bed and reached to pull on his shirt, Glorfindel quickly held him still by the shoulders. He sat behind him and held him there with one arm about his middle and the other around his chest.

“Erestor, it’s alright, what happened was normal.”

Erestor panted, and it was now that Glorfindel could see how flushed his face was, how he trembled still from orgasm.

“Please, do not leave? Not yet? Please...” he said huskily.

“I...I suppose it is bad form to…. leave one wanting after having spent oneself?”

“That’s not what I meant, Erestor. Please, just stay?”

Erestor looked over his shoulder into darkened eyes and dilated pupils and smiled. They lay back down and faced each other. It seemed a little awkward to Glorfindel as Erestor did not reach out for him.

“Will you not even kiss me?” he asked in a high note, trying to laugh, but unable to hide his slightly hurt realisation that he was apparently now so uninteresting to the one he loved, after having given him his pleasure.

Erestor looked him in the eye then and felt a tinge of guilt when he realised that Glorfindel would not press him for release that eve. That he actually seemed….hurt that he was not reaching out for him in any way, let alone the desperate way the warrior had reached for him. A look of dawning realisation crossed his features, and he quickly moved closer and touched one of the warrior’s cheeks.

“I will always kiss you.”

Glorfindel smiled then and eagerly leaned in to accept his kiss. He reached forwards for more, frowning, however, when Erestor pulled away, though he stopped when he felt a hand brush his stomach, just above his leggings.

“You don’t have to.” He spoke in a whisper

“I won’t pretend to you that I…that I am as experienced or…well, experienced,” Erestor said with a snort, “but I would like to return to you what you gave me, as….fumbling and awkward as it may be,” he finished with a small laugh.

“I would like that,” Glorfindel whispered, his breathing now becoming laboured as Erestor slowly began to unfasten his laces.

He closed his eyes and bit into his lip as he felt his leggings pulled beneath his arousal and his heavy sacks.

“Oh my,” Erestor breathed. “You are so…oh my.”

Glorfindel laughed, suddenly feeling rather shy himself.

“I have never done this... to another, I mean,” the advisor said with a grin, and Glorfindel laughed. “Tell me if I do it wrong, it’s all right if you do.”

Glorfindel nodded, then moaned as Erestor’s hand closed as far as it could around his cock and began to stroke.

“Ah yes...” he encouraged, groaning as Erestor’s touch became firmer.

“Try…like this,” he said as he took Erestor’s hand and changed its awkward angle. “Oh yes…just like that,” he breathed, and moaned as Erestor stroked faster. “Kiss me, Erestor,” he panted.

Erestor maintained his stroking, pausing to allow Glorfindel to guide his thumb over the tip of the heated rod he grasped, before guiding his hand back down its length, showing him how to use its juices and weeping come to slide down all the easier. He kissed the writhing warrior deeply while he concentrated on not breaking his rhythm.

It was not long before Glorfindel was moaning loudly and bucking into his fist. Hot seed splashed against the warrior’s taut stomach, Erestor’s hand, and the coverlet they lay upon. A lazy and sated smile crossed the warrior’s features, just as a somewhat proud one crossed the advisor’s.

“Erestor,” he breathed and pulled him into his arms for a kiss.

Erestor indulged him for a short while, before pulling away.

“What time would you say it is?” he asked quietly

“About an hour after midnight, must you go?”

“Aye, I should, ‘tis late, and I must be up with the sun.”

“Erestor, you know you can sleep here. I would love to wake with you.”

“I know,” he said quietly, and touched their lips together. “Just….a little at a time Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel sighed, but he was not disappointed, and he knew that it would happen for them soon.

“Good night, then. I will meet you in your office tomorrow, normal time?”

“Mmhm,” Erestor spoke as he closed the remaining clasps to his shirt.

After being pulled down once more for one last goodnight kiss, he rose and opened the warrior’s chamber door quietly. He made to leave, but turned and looked back at Glorfindel who was watching him with a fond and loving smile.

“Glorfindel?” He spoke gently, a smile playing on his lips.

“Yes, dearest one?”

“Three hundred and twenty five.”


The End.