Berries and Cream

Legolas eyed the large basket that Haldir had just brought in. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was till the scent of fruit and berries carried to him. He set his book down on the bed which he hadn’t been able to finish. He simply couldn’t go beyond the first page, as distracted as he was by Haldir’s prolonged disappearance.

“I await to hear what your reason for keeping me in our rooms all day,” Legolas said as Haldir settled beside him. They shared a brief kiss that Legolas quickly broke. “Tell me for I am becoming restless!”

Haldir smiled uneasily, knowing all too well his prince’s looming tantrums. “Down in the local village they were selling fresh fruit. I have never seen anything as delicious and ripe, and rather large in size. I went to pick an entire basket to share amongst ourselves. I wished to surprise you!”

Legolas gave him a dirty look. “And you did not think to take me with you?” he said and there was anger and hurt rising in his voice. “All day I was locked in this room! I sought to read the book you gave me, but the words were so stale I felt my mind would leak out of my ears!” He threw the book across the room with great force that caused it to break in half upon impact with the wall. He plopped onto the large white pillows that occupied the head of their large bed, glancing at their window. He rubbed circles around his stomach. “I am restless, Haldir.”

“Which is precisely why I locked you here,” Haldir said as he crawled on top of his lover while taking great care not to let their bodies touch. He nuzzled against his angry prince. “I know how much more excitable restlessness makes you.” Legolas perked an eyebrow at him, and already the anger was fading, replaced by something more mischievous. His eyes were alit with interest and he motioned to Haldir to continue. “You must be hungry. Let me get you something to eat, but first I wish for you to undress me.”

Legolas purred. This was all he needed to forgive his lover. Eagerly he slid off Haldir’s cloak, and with fingers shaking with sweet anticipation, Legolas lifted the tunic over Haldir’s head, watching the long silver strands fall around his broad shoulders and back.

And then a laugh came from him, understanding now why Haldir had refused to take him to the market, for buying fruit was not all he was up to. Haldir had made a necklace for himself of berries and grapes beaded through a thin white string. Over his nipples he had rubbed himself with sugar crystals. Around his torso he had smeared the juice of various berries, drawing designs that covered the length of his body; and there were swirls drawn around his navel, inside which he had crowned with a bright red berry.

Legolas studied this erotic image before him. His hands slid over is own body before settling back on Haldir’s bare neck, barely touching his skin as he traced the berry path around his husband’s stomach. Haldir took the opportunity to help Legolas out of his own robes, massaging the warm flesh underneath. Haldir watched Legolas’s hand trail down his body as his eyes ate up the image before him; smiling, Haldir mirrored each movement on Legolas’s body before sliding his hands over to Legolas’s back and buttocks, kneading him in his hands.

A gasp escaped Legolas’s lips, and then he gripped Haldir by his sides and flicked a tongue over one sugared nipple, eliciting a moan from the other elf. The tongue was soon followed by Legolas’s entire mouth, sucking and licking the pink nipple till it was hard. Haldir’s legs gave way and he slid onto the soft mattress with Legolas gently guiding him along the way.

“Legolas…” Haldir moaned.

With a wicked grin, Legolas gave his other nipple the same treatment, watching Haldir as his head lolled on the pillow, his eyes closed and moans escaping his red lips. Legolas’s erection rubbed against Haldir’s stomach, only making the torture sweeter.

Next Legolas trailed his tongue around the path that Haldir had drawn, and round and round he went tasting the sweetness of his mate and the slightly acidic juice of the berries, until he reached the center of the path. He bit down into the berry inside Haldir’s navel, squirting juice inside. His tongue prodded and licked around the soft walls, and then he spit out the berry’s seed back into Haldir’s navel. With his tongue he rolled the seed inside while one hand massaged the area between Haldir’s navel and cock. By then Haldir was a quivering mess.

“Please,” he begged, his voice broken by the torture.

“Your satisfaction will come only when I have been fully satisfied myself,” Legolas said. “I still hunger for more, but oh! It seems your body cannot take any more, and I do not wish to make haste!”

Legolas studied the sticky juices on his hands before looking back at Haldir’s body glistening with his saliva. The shivers were subduing.

When Legolas decided Haldir was ready for more, he crawled till his cock was hanging over Haldir’s head while Legolas’s own mouth was near Haldir’s cock, which was still covered by Haldir’s leggings. Legolas bent his head, letting his long hair drape around Haldir’s body, and watched as Haldir trailed his hands around his taut stomach, followed by soft kisses. Haldir’s tongue prodded deep into Legolas’s navel - Legolas gasped, nearly toppling on top of his lover from the pleasurable jolt - before he travelled to his groin; with tender hands Haldir squeezed his sac. He brought his hand quickly back to his face, licking his fingers.

Haldir had not spoken the entire time, mesmerized as he was by Legolas’s reaction to each of his moves. His leggings were becoming uncomfortable and unbearable with his erection pressed against the fabric.

“Let me help you with that,” Legolas said. “I wish not for my chef to be in any discomfort.”

Legolas undid the string of his leggings with his teeth before sliding away from Haldir, positioning himself so he was lying side-by-side beside Haldir. He nibbled on a particularly large berry from Haldir’s necklace before plucking it out. Haldir’s mouth was soon full of the berry and Legolas’s tongue; his leggings were pulled down slowly, and when a slight chill was felt all around his hot groin, warm fingers wrapped around his cock. Haldir gripped Legolas’s firm buttock with one hand and his cock with the other.

The berry passed between their mouths, their lips turning red from the dripping juices. When they were done, Legolas reached for another berry, watching the juices trickle down Haldir’s chest.

Legolas left Haldir to crawl to the basket, looking for what else he could use. His eyes lit with curiosity as he picked out a bright round fruit he had never seen before. He studied its thick skin before turning to Haldir with a questioning look.

“It is called an orange,” Haldir said. “It flourishes in the East. You peel its skin the way you do an apple. You’ll find the knife in the basket.”

And a devious glint sparked in Legolas’s bright blue eyes as an idea struck him. With the small knife he skillfully shed the fruit of its peel in one go.

“The smell of this is sweet, sweeter than any fruit I have ever smelled,” Legolas said. He brought the peeled orange close to Haldir’s nose.

“It is indeed sweet,” Haldir said. “Its aroma is filling up the room.”

“And you will bathe in it,” Legolas said, and before Haldir could ask him what he meant, Legolas took the coiled peel and wrapped it around Haldir’s length. He rub the peel up and down, sniffing and licking the shaft, tickling Haldir in the process. “Do you smell this?”

“Aye!” Haldir moaned. Legolas next grabbed the peeled orange, giving out a yell of surprise when juice squirted all over upon grabbing it. Haldir laughed. “Be gentle with this fruit! It’s very soft once you peel the skin!”

Legolas regarded him through narrowed eyes before taking half the orange and squeezing it atop Haldir’s groin, sending him bucking on the bed.

“Ah, how wonderful is the way you taste!” Legolas trailed his tongue over the length of Haldir’s shaft, playfully biting him, sending his lover arching over the bed crying out in delight. But when Haldir was close to climax, again Legolas moved away. He sat near Haldir with his legs crossed, watching Haldir’s confused looks. With pleading eyes Haldir begged him to come back to him, but Legolas kept shrugging and looking away.

A strangled moaned came from Haldir. “Why do you torment me so, my lovely one?”

Legolas shrugged again playfully. “Oh, I suppose I am getting bored.” He nonchalantly dipped his fingers into his mouth, making quite a display of sucking each digit dry of any fruit. Haldir’s erection twitched; even when his mate was annoying him he managed to be incredibly desirable.

“Bored?” Haldir had to laugh. “Your body tells me other wise.”

And playfully Legolas gave his erection a squeeze and several fast strokes, laughing heartily at Haldir’s expression. Legolas let go and crawled back to the basket. He wasn’t actually bored with Haldir - that would never be possible - but he loved to play these games just to get his love riled up. He pulled every fruit one by one, studying each and wondering what naughty things he could with them, and so absorbed he became in his thoughts that he was caught unaware by Haldir capturing him in an embrace. The excitement of the attack was evident in his cock, which twitched from the thrill of the sudden contact.

“If you have become bored of tonight’s meal, perhaps I can interest you in a special dish I am about to prepare just for you,” Haldir whispered in Legolas’s ear. His hand rub against Legolas’s length. Moaning and giggling, Legolas allowed Haldir to take him back to where they were before, settling him down with much love on the large soft pillows.

“And what will you call this dish, my love?” Legolas asked.

Haldir kissed him and brought his lips close to his ear. “Berries and cream.” His tongue darted in and out of Legolas’s ear.

Legolas shivered with delight underneath him. “And how will you make this? I saw no cream in the basket.”

“This is where I need your help.” Haldir bit lightly onto the tip of Legolas’s ear, sending more pleasurable shivers down the elf’s lithe body.

“And I will not be punished for abandoning you?” Legolas glanced at Haldir with a look of guilt.

Haldir smiled. “There will be another time for that. Rest. We will both enjoy this, I am sure.”

He brought a strawberry from the basket. Legolas made to grab it, but Haldir pushed him back, punishing him by pinching his erect nipples.

“Just sit back,” Haldir commanded in that soft melodic voice that made Legolas quiver with need. He bit the very tip of the berry before smearing it against Legolas’s lips, leaving behind a bright red trail on the pink lips and surrounding ivory skin.

The strawberry was next traced over Legolas’s jawline, down his neck to his collar, following the delicious red trail with his tongue, much like how Legolas enjoyed him earlier. Legolas grinned when he realized that Haldir was drawing the same patterns on Legolas’s body that he had originally drawn on himself. Haldir noticed his expression and returned the grin.

“You will have to forgive me, as I did not bring with me any more of the sugar crystals,” he said.

“So long as I have your tongue, there is nothing to apologize for, my Haldir,” Legolas said. He propped himself on his elbows to watch Haldir’s tongue lick his way through the strawberry path. When he reached Legolas’s navel, he smeared the small indention with the berry, squirting juice inside and all around his belly before licking and gently biting on the soft skin, tasting every little bit of Legolas.

Legolas threw his head back, gripping the bedsheets and crying out as his body arched on the bed. “I’m too close - Haldir!” He was silenced with the acidic taste of Haldir’s tongue inside his mouth. He kissed him slowly till his mind cleared.

“I cannot have you spilling over too soon - it will ruin my preparation!” Haldir said.

“You are still not done with me?” Legolas moaned. “Oh, this alone is punishment for not giving you release!” He looked down and noticed that the orange peel was still wrapped around Haldir’s cock. With a bright laugh, he pulled the peel out slowly so Haldir could feel every bit of the orange rind sliding away from his hot skin; at the same time Legolas slowly ran one finger around Haldir’s shoulder and back to match the speed of the peel.

Haldir gasped, quivering at the slowly torturous touch. With a sigh, Legolas brought the peel to him for closer observation.

“There is some nectar from your love on here!” Legolas said happily. He greedily licked the pearly white nectar from the rind, moaning contently. “The zest of orange gives it an unique flavor. I would taste you like this every night if I am supplied with enough of this fruit!” His tongue darted out and lapped around the rind, making quite another display just for Haldir, who had grown quite entranced by the slow oscillation of Legolas’s tongue over the orange.

“Taste…yes, yes!” He suddenly grabbed Legolas and pushed him back down. “I must not waste time!” Legolas struggled against him, laughing as their cocks kept brushing against one another.

“What are you doing?” Legolas laughed.

“Stand still!”

“No!”

Haldir grabbed the rest of the peeled orange and squeezed its juice over every bit of Legolas’s body. Legolas gasped, and a look of disgust came on him when he felt bit of the juice seep into his hair.

“That is what you get for trying to ruin my plans for my prince’s feast! Sit still! I will wash you later, if you behave.”

With a coy smile Haldir took another strawberry into his sticky fingers. He turned back around to see Legolas using his finger to feed himself as much of the juice as he could. He turned to Haldir and gave him a seductive look as he slowly thrusted his finger into his mouth while the other hand caressed his sticky body. Haldir’s cock twitch.

“You are impossible to tame,” Haldir said, laughing. Slowly he plucked out the stem with his teeth and used the small knife to widened the head of the strawberry. He showed Legolas that the strawberry was hollow inside. Legolas licked his lips in anticipation of the fruit, but when he stuck out his tongue, Haldir shook his head.

Legolas pouted but continued to stare at the fruit curiously. Haldir turned it around in his hand, letting the light fall over every angle of the fruit, and then suddenly he quickly slipped the berry over the tip of Legolas’s cock in one gesture.

With a cry of surprise and pleasure, Legolas threw his head back, exposing his white neck. Haldir slithered on top of him once more and suckled on a sensitive spot of Legolas’s neck, tasting some of the orange juice that still lingered there.

“Were you expecting this?” Haldir whispered.

“No, never,” Legolas gasped. He held Haldir’s cheek in one hand. “What are you planning?” he purred.

“Dessert,” Haldir replied simply. Then without another word he reached back and massaged his thumb over the length of Legolas’s member, and when he got to the strawberry-covered tip, he gave the fruit a little squeeze. Legolas let out another cry. “Have I hurt you?” There was concern in Haldir’s voice.

“Ai! No, Haldir!” Legolas grabbed his lover’s shoulders and brought him down for a kiss. “I felt the juice of the fruit drop onto the very tip of my cock, right into my opening, and its cool nectar sliding down my length sent an enjoyable tingle through my body. There, you can see the nectar here - look. Ai, this is very enjoyable!” He grinned when he saw Haldir’s own cock twitch at his description. “Will I get a taste of your sweet when you are done preparing it?”

Haldir nodded. “Of course,” he choked out, trying to ignore his throbbing cock that begged for attention.

“Do you think you can last, my lovely Haldir?” Legolas asked sweetly, nibbling on Haldir’s ear.

“Aye!” His hand trailed circles around Legolas’s left nipple. “And would you like to taste my dessert from my mouth?” Legolas nodded, and the expectation brought a desperate look into his eyes. His member throbbed with the fruit gently squeezing him around the tip. Haldir chuckled. “It won’t be long then, my love.”

He kissed Legolas again, deeper than before, prodding his mouth open with a sticky tongue that tasted of fruit and sugar and sex. His hand went back to stroking Legolas’s member while keeping the strawberry in place. The whimpers were becoming more desperate, Legolas’s breath was hard and fast; he bucked his hips into Haldir’s hands as he moaned Haldir’s name again and again until the pressure building inside him finally reached its peak.

His cry was muffled in Haldir’s mouth as his orgasm shot threw him. He nearly crushed Haldir’s shoulder with his strong hands. He glanced down in time to see his own nectar spilling from the rim of the strawberry, turning pink from the berry’s own juice.

“Ah, the meal is ready my prince!” Haldir said happily. He pulled out the strawberry, careful not to spill any of Legolas’s nectar. Legolas watched him with wide eyes as his lover brought the fruit to his lips. Haldir licked some of the sweet white fluid that trickled down the fruit before biting the fruit in half. Legolas moaned as he saw a small line of his nectar dribble down Haldir’s chin, and his softening member began to harden again.

“How is it?” Legolas asked, pressing himself against Haldir’s warm body so their cocks would rub against one another again.

Haldir brought the other half to Legolas’s mouth, who eagerly took the rest of the fruit from Haldir’s hand. He licked Haldir’s fingers from the remaining juices, savoring the taste of his love mingled with his own nectar and fruit. “So good,” he moaned and brought his lips to Haldir’s once more, awarding himself with more of his taste.

He abruptly pulled out from the kiss and reached for the basket. Haldir watched amusedly as his young lover picked another large plump strawberry from the basket. He repeated Haldir’s steps with plucking out the top and hollowing the inside. Legolas showed the fruit to Haldir, and he trailed it down Haldir’s body till the tip of the strawberry was rubbing against the slit of Haldir’s throbbing cock. Haldir’s moan turned into a sharp gasp as Legolas slid the berry over the tip of his cock.

Legolas fell beside him, grinning sweetly at Haldir. “I would like another dessert, my lovely chef.”