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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
892
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Sinful
Title: Sinful Lover
Author: Janalynn27
Type: Double-Drabble
Pairing: Rúmil/?
Beta: Me, Myself, and I
Warnings: Slash: m/m sex
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: For the lotrallslash yahoo group Daily Drabble: March 23 : prompt: ‘sinful’ Rúmil is having dreams about a certain ellon.
Author's Note: none
Rúmil threw his head back as his elfhood was swallowed whole. The hot mouth moved up and down in time with the sinful fingers that entered and stretched his body, in preparation for being taken. The Marchwarden cried out as those said fingers brushed repeatedly over the hidden bundle of nerves, causing pulses of pleasure to ripple through his body. On and on did this sweet torment last until Rúmil thought that he would surely pass out from it. Suddenly, when the Marchwarden thought that he could take no more, the owner of those sinful fingers crawled up his body. The ellon above him plunged his tongue into Rúmil’s mouth at the same he penetrated his body, drawing a moan from the both of them.
Rúmil wrapped his legs around the white-haired ellon’s waist and drew him as far into his body as he could. Time seemed to slow, as their bodies moved together and soon, white lights burst behind Rúmil’s eyelids as completion took them both.
Rúmil moaned and grabbed his head as he awoke, silently cursing himself for once again imbibing too much spirits in the Hall of Fire. Another moan passed his lips as the dream came flooding back to him, of the beautiful white-haired minstrel that he had been silently ogling from afar ever since he had arrived here in Imladris. Rúmil did not know how many more nights he could take of these sweet, sinful dreams. Rolling over, he froze as his body came up against a warm body. Suddenly warm wet kisses reigned down upon his chest and then his eyes were looking into the aquamarine gaze of the ellon of his dreams.
“Good morning meleth (love),” the white-haired minstrel whispered.
Blinking, Rúmil then placed his hand on the back of his dream lover’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss before he whispered back, “Good morning my Lindir.”
The end
Author: Janalynn27
Type: Double-Drabble
Pairing: Rúmil/?
Beta: Me, Myself, and I
Warnings: Slash: m/m sex
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: For the lotrallslash yahoo group Daily Drabble: March 23 : prompt: ‘sinful’ Rúmil is having dreams about a certain ellon.
Author's Note: none
Rúmil threw his head back as his elfhood was swallowed whole. The hot mouth moved up and down in time with the sinful fingers that entered and stretched his body, in preparation for being taken. The Marchwarden cried out as those said fingers brushed repeatedly over the hidden bundle of nerves, causing pulses of pleasure to ripple through his body. On and on did this sweet torment last until Rúmil thought that he would surely pass out from it. Suddenly, when the Marchwarden thought that he could take no more, the owner of those sinful fingers crawled up his body. The ellon above him plunged his tongue into Rúmil’s mouth at the same he penetrated his body, drawing a moan from the both of them.
Rúmil wrapped his legs around the white-haired ellon’s waist and drew him as far into his body as he could. Time seemed to slow, as their bodies moved together and soon, white lights burst behind Rúmil’s eyelids as completion took them both.
Rúmil moaned and grabbed his head as he awoke, silently cursing himself for once again imbibing too much spirits in the Hall of Fire. Another moan passed his lips as the dream came flooding back to him, of the beautiful white-haired minstrel that he had been silently ogling from afar ever since he had arrived here in Imladris. Rúmil did not know how many more nights he could take of these sweet, sinful dreams. Rolling over, he froze as his body came up against a warm body. Suddenly warm wet kisses reigned down upon his chest and then his eyes were looking into the aquamarine gaze of the ellon of his dreams.
“Good morning meleth (love),” the white-haired minstrel whispered.
Blinking, Rúmil then placed his hand on the back of his dream lover’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss before he whispered back, “Good morning my Lindir.”
The end