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Adult ++
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Un-fucking believable.
Title: Un-fucking believable.
Author: Fishy
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Blow job.
Notes: PWP, Un-beta’s, B’day present for EP Kitty.
Un-fucking believable.
“You are un-fucking believable,”
Erestor glanced up towards the head board where Glorfindel lay watching him carefully. “I am?” He asked, stroking the warrior’s bare thighs.
The sweat upon their skin had begun to cool, their breath had returned to it’s normal intake, and they lay now drowsily, sated. Glorfindel reclined with his head among the pillows of the councillor’s bed, and simply watched the elf that lay across his legs, rubbing his thighs and hips with greedy hands, whilst staring hungrily at the warrior’s now lax length.
“Yes, you are, to be honest.”
“Hmm,” Erestor murmured, nuzzling into the dark blond curls at the base of the warrior’s groin, inhaling his scent. “hungry…” he husked.
Glorfindel’s head lolled back as he chuckled with bemusement. Erestor always kept him on is toes.
“Insatiable,” he murmured, licking his lips and closing his eyes as he focused on the feel of Erestor’s lips pressing wet kisses and kittenish licks to the underside, and head of his cock that was despite their arduous previous play, was once more growing erect.
“Says the one who’s fucking hard again,” Erestor replied cheekily.
“By who’s bidding?” Glorfindel replied with a catch in his voice.
“Mine,” Erestor growled, “mine,” he spoke again, and thought to accentuate his point.
Glorfindel jumped slightly, his eyes opening when feeling a nick to the tender flesh of his member. He sat up then, one hand supporting his weight, and the other threading through Erestor’s dark locks in a tight grip.
Erestor’s lips were red and wet, plump and open as his head was harshly pulled up to meet the warrior’s gaze. He grinned mischievously, a grin that was returned from his at times, temperamental lover.
“None of that,” Glorfindel warned, enjoying their play.
“I like to nibble,” Erestor replied, shaking his head slightly, indicating that he wanted to be released, of which he was in an instant.
Glorfindel laughed quietly and shook his head, “un-fucking believable,” he repeated, as his hand now gently touched the nape of Erestor’s slim neck.
And to prove the warrior’s point, Erestor then playfully snapped at the warrior’s wrist with his teeth, deliberately missing. Taking the hint, Glorfindel leaned back on his hands, keeping all digits away for Erestor who was in one of his more cheeky moods, and watched as Erestor licked his full lips, and returned his attentions to the warrior’s hard length.
“You have a beautiful cock.” The advisor husked, before lowering his head.
~~
His breath became more laboured, heat returned to the surface of his skin and his hips began to gyrate as he was teased mercilessly. Erestor was caressing him with those soft lips of his, in every erotic way, accept how he now needed.
“Damn it, Erestor,” he gasped, “get on with it, for the love of….”
Erestor chuckled, looking up at his lover who’s brow was once more beaded with sweat, a look of immense strained pleasure and concentration upon his fair face. “Get on with what?” He teased, chuckling when Glorfindel growled low in his throat.
“Erestor!” He pleaded, somewhere between anger and thick lust.
Grinning deviously, Erestor gripped the warrior’s writing hips and finally worked the head of the throbbing cock down his throat.
“Ah, yes!” He cried through gritted teeth.
His head bobbed, deep throating the shaft with an intense pleasure. The warrior’s knees bent, and after arching off the bed, his head pushing deep into the pillow, he sat up abruptly, leaning over the bobbing head. His hand now rested over Erestor’s head, pushing it down as his hips thrust upwards.
“Fuck!” He cursed, as he always did when close to coming.
His hips rotated, gyrated and thrust into that hot wet mouth with abandon. “Its…it’s coming, you - you ready for what I got for you…?” he panted harshly, leaning back on one hand and threading the other once again through Erestor’s silky dark tresses, his hips now pumping.
The grip on his hips tightened almost painfully in reply. And with a animalistic cry, he jerked, and came in hot spurts down the advisor’s throat. Erestor’s nose pressed into the musky dark curls of Glorfindel’s masculinity, and the warrior’s length still lodged in his mouth as hot seed coated the insides of his throat.
He only pulled away when the grip in his hair ceased, and became soft gentle strokes. Looking up, Erestor licked his lips, his chin dripping a mixture of seed and saliva, as he regarded with satisfaction, the state Glorfindel now lay in.
He had collapsed back against the bed, an arm flung over his face and chest heaving. His hand still softly massaging the advisor’s scalp in gentle gratitude.
“How in the hell,” he panted, “do you bring that out of me?”
Erestor crawled his way up the warrior’s body, and pried his heavy limb away, letting it fall to the side. With the back of his hand, he wiped at his chin, never breaking eye contact with the blue gaze of his lover as he sultrily pressed down and ground his hips down against Glorfindel’s moist groin.
“Valar,” the warrior breathed.
He swallowed, and let his legs fall open to Erestor, feeling the dark elf’s own neglected erection press purposefully against him. “You want me?” he murmured, “you wanna’ fuck me?”
Erestor grinned, his dark hair falling about his flushed face as he leaned down, and kissed the warrior upon the tip of his nose. Sending the blond cross eyes for a brief moment in a most adorable way.
“Not yet,” he spoke in a huskier tone, “I’ll have you later, when you’re trying to work in that cramped office of yours…” he grinned playfully, and darted his tongue out to lick the warrior’s parted lips, “…with your men, listening from outside,” he finished in an impossibly smutty voice.
He kissed those lips then, sweetly and briefly, “love you,” he murmured, and then was up, heading into the bathroom.
Glorfindel was still gaping as the bathroom door was pushed too, and with a both nervous and indescribable sudden laugh, his head hit the pillow. He sighed in deep satisfaction, stretching lazily upon the bed, when a call came form the bathroom.
“You’re sleeping here tonight, I’ve already acquired you your own toothbrush. It’s the red one in the glass here, mine is the blue.”
His smiled to himself, and slowly shook his head.
“Un-fucking believable.”
The End.
Author: Fishy
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Blow job.
Notes: PWP, Un-beta’s, B’day present for EP Kitty.
Un-fucking believable.
“You are un-fucking believable,”
Erestor glanced up towards the head board where Glorfindel lay watching him carefully. “I am?” He asked, stroking the warrior’s bare thighs.
The sweat upon their skin had begun to cool, their breath had returned to it’s normal intake, and they lay now drowsily, sated. Glorfindel reclined with his head among the pillows of the councillor’s bed, and simply watched the elf that lay across his legs, rubbing his thighs and hips with greedy hands, whilst staring hungrily at the warrior’s now lax length.
“Yes, you are, to be honest.”
“Hmm,” Erestor murmured, nuzzling into the dark blond curls at the base of the warrior’s groin, inhaling his scent. “hungry…” he husked.
Glorfindel’s head lolled back as he chuckled with bemusement. Erestor always kept him on is toes.
“Insatiable,” he murmured, licking his lips and closing his eyes as he focused on the feel of Erestor’s lips pressing wet kisses and kittenish licks to the underside, and head of his cock that was despite their arduous previous play, was once more growing erect.
“Says the one who’s fucking hard again,” Erestor replied cheekily.
“By who’s bidding?” Glorfindel replied with a catch in his voice.
“Mine,” Erestor growled, “mine,” he spoke again, and thought to accentuate his point.
Glorfindel jumped slightly, his eyes opening when feeling a nick to the tender flesh of his member. He sat up then, one hand supporting his weight, and the other threading through Erestor’s dark locks in a tight grip.
Erestor’s lips were red and wet, plump and open as his head was harshly pulled up to meet the warrior’s gaze. He grinned mischievously, a grin that was returned from his at times, temperamental lover.
“None of that,” Glorfindel warned, enjoying their play.
“I like to nibble,” Erestor replied, shaking his head slightly, indicating that he wanted to be released, of which he was in an instant.
Glorfindel laughed quietly and shook his head, “un-fucking believable,” he repeated, as his hand now gently touched the nape of Erestor’s slim neck.
And to prove the warrior’s point, Erestor then playfully snapped at the warrior’s wrist with his teeth, deliberately missing. Taking the hint, Glorfindel leaned back on his hands, keeping all digits away for Erestor who was in one of his more cheeky moods, and watched as Erestor licked his full lips, and returned his attentions to the warrior’s hard length.
“You have a beautiful cock.” The advisor husked, before lowering his head.
~~
His breath became more laboured, heat returned to the surface of his skin and his hips began to gyrate as he was teased mercilessly. Erestor was caressing him with those soft lips of his, in every erotic way, accept how he now needed.
“Damn it, Erestor,” he gasped, “get on with it, for the love of….”
Erestor chuckled, looking up at his lover who’s brow was once more beaded with sweat, a look of immense strained pleasure and concentration upon his fair face. “Get on with what?” He teased, chuckling when Glorfindel growled low in his throat.
“Erestor!” He pleaded, somewhere between anger and thick lust.
Grinning deviously, Erestor gripped the warrior’s writing hips and finally worked the head of the throbbing cock down his throat.
“Ah, yes!” He cried through gritted teeth.
His head bobbed, deep throating the shaft with an intense pleasure. The warrior’s knees bent, and after arching off the bed, his head pushing deep into the pillow, he sat up abruptly, leaning over the bobbing head. His hand now rested over Erestor’s head, pushing it down as his hips thrust upwards.
“Fuck!” He cursed, as he always did when close to coming.
His hips rotated, gyrated and thrust into that hot wet mouth with abandon. “Its…it’s coming, you - you ready for what I got for you…?” he panted harshly, leaning back on one hand and threading the other once again through Erestor’s silky dark tresses, his hips now pumping.
The grip on his hips tightened almost painfully in reply. And with a animalistic cry, he jerked, and came in hot spurts down the advisor’s throat. Erestor’s nose pressed into the musky dark curls of Glorfindel’s masculinity, and the warrior’s length still lodged in his mouth as hot seed coated the insides of his throat.
He only pulled away when the grip in his hair ceased, and became soft gentle strokes. Looking up, Erestor licked his lips, his chin dripping a mixture of seed and saliva, as he regarded with satisfaction, the state Glorfindel now lay in.
He had collapsed back against the bed, an arm flung over his face and chest heaving. His hand still softly massaging the advisor’s scalp in gentle gratitude.
“How in the hell,” he panted, “do you bring that out of me?”
Erestor crawled his way up the warrior’s body, and pried his heavy limb away, letting it fall to the side. With the back of his hand, he wiped at his chin, never breaking eye contact with the blue gaze of his lover as he sultrily pressed down and ground his hips down against Glorfindel’s moist groin.
“Valar,” the warrior breathed.
He swallowed, and let his legs fall open to Erestor, feeling the dark elf’s own neglected erection press purposefully against him. “You want me?” he murmured, “you wanna’ fuck me?”
Erestor grinned, his dark hair falling about his flushed face as he leaned down, and kissed the warrior upon the tip of his nose. Sending the blond cross eyes for a brief moment in a most adorable way.
“Not yet,” he spoke in a huskier tone, “I’ll have you later, when you’re trying to work in that cramped office of yours…” he grinned playfully, and darted his tongue out to lick the warrior’s parted lips, “…with your men, listening from outside,” he finished in an impossibly smutty voice.
He kissed those lips then, sweetly and briefly, “love you,” he murmured, and then was up, heading into the bathroom.
Glorfindel was still gaping as the bathroom door was pushed too, and with a both nervous and indescribable sudden laugh, his head hit the pillow. He sighed in deep satisfaction, stretching lazily upon the bed, when a call came form the bathroom.
“You’re sleeping here tonight, I’ve already acquired you your own toothbrush. It’s the red one in the glass here, mine is the blue.”
His smiled to himself, and slowly shook his head.
“Un-fucking believable.”
The End.