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Stolen Moments
Title: Stolen Moments
Author: MaelleConstance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Melpomaen watches a display of the passion uniting Erestor and Glorfindel.
Feedback: Always appreciated
Disclaimer: I still don't own them and I still don't make any profit from this although I would need the money!
A/N: Just a short story that came to me while waiting at the dentist office, of all places! One shot. Hope you enjoy.
Melpomaen entered the small room where the most precious documents of the library were kept. Lord Elrond had asked him to put away a fragile scroll for fear it might be damaged by improper care. The young elf found the perfect place for the scroll and was about to leave when he heard voices outside the room. He immediately recognized Lord Erestor's voice but it took him a few seconds to identify the other voice.
-You truly are wicked, whispered Erestor. What if someone comes in here?
-No one will come and since you and I are alone, I think it is time that I give you other memories of this place than just a room to work in.
-Glorfindel! Have you lost your mind? We cannot do that in here.
-Of course we can and we will.
In his little room, Melpomaen sighed. Lord Glorfindel always had a strange sense of humor but Lord Erestor would certainly put a stop to this latest fantasy. It was a public place, after all. The young elf heard some chairs being moved and more whispers. He then heard kissing noises. His curiosity getting the better of him, he slowly opened the door and peeked outside.
Glorfindel and Erestor were in fact kissing. The Golden Lord was holding his mate's head while plundering his mouth. From what Mel could see, Glorfindel was gently sucking Erestor's lower lip, eliciting a low groan from the Advisor. He let go of the lip and reclaimed his mouth, pushing his tongue deep inside. Erestor was pressing his lover's body close to his while at the same time trying to undress him. Melpomaen thought that clearly, Glorfindel's kisses were affecting his superior's mind.
Erestor finally managed to rid Glorfindel of his tunic. From his hidden perspective, Melpomaen gasped. Glorfindel's skin was like melted gold. He had broad shoulders and muscular arms. His stomach was a study of what the perfect elf's body should be. Truly, thought the young assistant, there was no greater beauty on Arda than the Balrog Slayer. Melpomaen was so occupied by admiring Glorfindel's attributes that he had not noticed Erestor's being stripped of his formal robe and underlay tunic. Erestor's skin was the color of cream. It was a perfect match to Glorfindel's gold tones. They were just made for each other.
Glorfindel was now kissing a trail down Erestor's abdomen. He had kissed, licked and teased each of the Advisor's pink nipples until they had turned to an angry red. Erestor was panting and moaning under the ministrations of his mate. He was guiding Glorfindel's head with both his hands, hurrying it towards his groin. Glorfindel stopped his kissing and looked into the eyes of his lover. He smiled, seeing how undone Erestor was already. There were no more concerns about being discovered but of course, none of them knew they were being watch avidly. Glorfindel opened Erestor's leggings and let his erection spring free under his nose. He closed his hand around the hardened shaft and stroked it slowly, caressing the prune-like head with the tip of his thumb every time it reached it. Erestor's hips were moving accordingly, thrusting into that tight fist. The Advisor whispered something that Melpomaen could not hear but Glorfindel smiled again and drawing closer, he licked along the shaft from the base to the top. Erestor groaned when finally, Glorfindel's mouth closed on his sensitive cock.
Melpomaen moved slightly in his enclosed space. He was tempted to close his own hand around his needy length. The sight before him was glorious. Glorfindel was taking Erestor's member as deep in his throat as he could, intent on giving him the most sensation possible. While he had placed one of his hand on the Advisor stomach as a way to hold him still, the other had taken his heavy sac and was massaging it gently. Erestor' head was pulled back and his mouth was open in a soundless cry of pleasure. However, after a few moments, he found back his voice and asked in a low growled:
-Take me, 'Fin; I need to feel you inside me.
Glorfindel let go of the cock in his mouth, got up and finished undressing as quickly as he could. Erestor took of his boots, discarded his leggings and sat on a nearby table, legs wide open in an invitation his mate could not miss. From his dropped robe, the Advisor had taken a small vial and handed it to Glorfindel. The Balrog Slayer started oiling his fingers but Erestor said:
-I do not need to be prepared; just fuck me hard.
Melpomaen gasped at the language. He never imagined the regal Advisor using such dirty words. However, Glorfindel loved them because he chuckled lightly and quickly oiled his cock. Melpomaen looked at the glistening member, which was more than a fair size and wondered what it would be like to be impaled on this rod. Erestor now knew the feeling because Glorfindel had slid into him in one long thrust. The Advisor moaned loudly at the invasion then smiled to his mate. Glorfindel began moving, fast and hard.
For long minutes, all that could be heard was moaning, groaning and panting plus the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Glorfindel was taking his mate as he has been asked to do. He was holding Erestor firmly by the hips while pounding mercilessly into him. Erestor was supporting his own weight on one stretch arm behind him, his other hand stoking his cock at the same pace that Glorfindel used to take him. He had crossed his legs around the Balrog Slayer's waist and he was digging his left heel into his backside. It was obvious to Melpomaen that none of the lovers was going to last very long. And they did not: Erestor came first, spilling his seed on his hand and stomach. Glorfindel followed shortly deep inside his mate tight channel. Mel watched them kiss each other tenderly afterwards.
The young elf closed the door while Erestor and Glorfindel were slowly getting dressed. He put his back to the door and closed his eyes. He would wait for them to leave before getting out of his hiding place and hurrying to his room to take care of his painful erection. He did feel a bit shameful for having watched his superiors engaging in such an intimate activity but it was another feeling that prevailed. A complex one, made of envy and loneliness. Melpomaen was envious of the love the two elven Lords shared; envious because he had never known that kind of love. But most of all, he was lonely and he wondered with a pinch to his heart if he too, someday, would find his soul mate.
La Fin.
Author: MaelleConstance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Melpomaen watches a display of the passion uniting Erestor and Glorfindel.
Feedback: Always appreciated
Disclaimer: I still don't own them and I still don't make any profit from this although I would need the money!
A/N: Just a short story that came to me while waiting at the dentist office, of all places! One shot. Hope you enjoy.
Melpomaen entered the small room where the most precious documents of the library were kept. Lord Elrond had asked him to put away a fragile scroll for fear it might be damaged by improper care. The young elf found the perfect place for the scroll and was about to leave when he heard voices outside the room. He immediately recognized Lord Erestor's voice but it took him a few seconds to identify the other voice.
-You truly are wicked, whispered Erestor. What if someone comes in here?
-No one will come and since you and I are alone, I think it is time that I give you other memories of this place than just a room to work in.
-Glorfindel! Have you lost your mind? We cannot do that in here.
-Of course we can and we will.
In his little room, Melpomaen sighed. Lord Glorfindel always had a strange sense of humor but Lord Erestor would certainly put a stop to this latest fantasy. It was a public place, after all. The young elf heard some chairs being moved and more whispers. He then heard kissing noises. His curiosity getting the better of him, he slowly opened the door and peeked outside.
Glorfindel and Erestor were in fact kissing. The Golden Lord was holding his mate's head while plundering his mouth. From what Mel could see, Glorfindel was gently sucking Erestor's lower lip, eliciting a low groan from the Advisor. He let go of the lip and reclaimed his mouth, pushing his tongue deep inside. Erestor was pressing his lover's body close to his while at the same time trying to undress him. Melpomaen thought that clearly, Glorfindel's kisses were affecting his superior's mind.
Erestor finally managed to rid Glorfindel of his tunic. From his hidden perspective, Melpomaen gasped. Glorfindel's skin was like melted gold. He had broad shoulders and muscular arms. His stomach was a study of what the perfect elf's body should be. Truly, thought the young assistant, there was no greater beauty on Arda than the Balrog Slayer. Melpomaen was so occupied by admiring Glorfindel's attributes that he had not noticed Erestor's being stripped of his formal robe and underlay tunic. Erestor's skin was the color of cream. It was a perfect match to Glorfindel's gold tones. They were just made for each other.
Glorfindel was now kissing a trail down Erestor's abdomen. He had kissed, licked and teased each of the Advisor's pink nipples until they had turned to an angry red. Erestor was panting and moaning under the ministrations of his mate. He was guiding Glorfindel's head with both his hands, hurrying it towards his groin. Glorfindel stopped his kissing and looked into the eyes of his lover. He smiled, seeing how undone Erestor was already. There were no more concerns about being discovered but of course, none of them knew they were being watch avidly. Glorfindel opened Erestor's leggings and let his erection spring free under his nose. He closed his hand around the hardened shaft and stroked it slowly, caressing the prune-like head with the tip of his thumb every time it reached it. Erestor's hips were moving accordingly, thrusting into that tight fist. The Advisor whispered something that Melpomaen could not hear but Glorfindel smiled again and drawing closer, he licked along the shaft from the base to the top. Erestor groaned when finally, Glorfindel's mouth closed on his sensitive cock.
Melpomaen moved slightly in his enclosed space. He was tempted to close his own hand around his needy length. The sight before him was glorious. Glorfindel was taking Erestor's member as deep in his throat as he could, intent on giving him the most sensation possible. While he had placed one of his hand on the Advisor stomach as a way to hold him still, the other had taken his heavy sac and was massaging it gently. Erestor' head was pulled back and his mouth was open in a soundless cry of pleasure. However, after a few moments, he found back his voice and asked in a low growled:
-Take me, 'Fin; I need to feel you inside me.
Glorfindel let go of the cock in his mouth, got up and finished undressing as quickly as he could. Erestor took of his boots, discarded his leggings and sat on a nearby table, legs wide open in an invitation his mate could not miss. From his dropped robe, the Advisor had taken a small vial and handed it to Glorfindel. The Balrog Slayer started oiling his fingers but Erestor said:
-I do not need to be prepared; just fuck me hard.
Melpomaen gasped at the language. He never imagined the regal Advisor using such dirty words. However, Glorfindel loved them because he chuckled lightly and quickly oiled his cock. Melpomaen looked at the glistening member, which was more than a fair size and wondered what it would be like to be impaled on this rod. Erestor now knew the feeling because Glorfindel had slid into him in one long thrust. The Advisor moaned loudly at the invasion then smiled to his mate. Glorfindel began moving, fast and hard.
For long minutes, all that could be heard was moaning, groaning and panting plus the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Glorfindel was taking his mate as he has been asked to do. He was holding Erestor firmly by the hips while pounding mercilessly into him. Erestor was supporting his own weight on one stretch arm behind him, his other hand stoking his cock at the same pace that Glorfindel used to take him. He had crossed his legs around the Balrog Slayer's waist and he was digging his left heel into his backside. It was obvious to Melpomaen that none of the lovers was going to last very long. And they did not: Erestor came first, spilling his seed on his hand and stomach. Glorfindel followed shortly deep inside his mate tight channel. Mel watched them kiss each other tenderly afterwards.
The young elf closed the door while Erestor and Glorfindel were slowly getting dressed. He put his back to the door and closed his eyes. He would wait for them to leave before getting out of his hiding place and hurrying to his room to take care of his painful erection. He did feel a bit shameful for having watched his superiors engaging in such an intimate activity but it was another feeling that prevailed. A complex one, made of envy and loneliness. Melpomaen was envious of the love the two elven Lords shared; envious because he had never known that kind of love. But most of all, he was lonely and he wondered with a pinch to his heart if he too, someday, would find his soul mate.
La Fin.