Orophin woke first, starting to stretch then wincing as a twinge shot up his backside. A smile graced his beautiful, kissed bruised lips and he snuggled closer to the warm body in the bed with him. He reached out and brushed the soft ebon tresses off of Erestor's face, relaxed in slumber, and Orophin could not keep from leaning forward to kiss the sweet lips in a feather light kiss.
Erestor purred as his lips were brushed lightly, drawing him from slumber, and he stretched felinely, pressing up against the body in his bed. The memories of the previous night came back to him and a satisfied smile graced his lips. "How fare you this morning? You are not in too much pain?"
Orophin sighed, "Nay, I ache, but it is not bad. If you want to use me again..." he trailed off, his eyes almost hopeful as he looked at Erestor. It had been an incredible experience and he honestly could not wait to try it again.
Erestor chuckled and pulled Orophin even closer, kissing him lightly on the nose. "For having been terrified last eve, you are extremely eager to try the experience again. I trust it overwhelmed your objections?"
Orophin chuckled at Erestor's words and claimed the beckoning lips in a deep kiss. His tongue demanded entrance into the hot cavern of the advisor's mouth and Orophin pressed his awakening arousal against Erestor's rubbing suggestively. His hands threaded through the dark hair, toying with the ear tips he found there. Suddenly, he rolled until he covered Erestor's form, lifting his head and looking down upon the stunning advisor. "I have you captured, now what to do with you?" Orophin growled teasingly, rubbing their members together in an achingly sweet dance.
Erestor knew just what to do however and gripped Orophin's hips and lifted him. "Ride me," he growled huskily, his eyes adoringly caressing the sculpted form above him. He guided Orophin, helping him to ease down upon his mighty rod, and moaned loudly as he was drawn into the hot velvet channel. "Oh Valar, you have the hottest, tightest ass I have ever been encased in," Erestor cried then bit his lip to keep from spilling then and there from the sensation.
Orophin groaned as he was breached, his weight bearing him down upon the impaling spike that rose from Erestor's groin until he was sitting fully upon the elf. It was bigger than he had remembered. He felt as if he were being split in two. Luckily, there was still enough lubrication inside of him to keep from being torn as neither had though of using the oil this morn. Instead, he sat still, not moving, waiting for the pain to pass, his breathing deep and even as it would be in a battle.
Erestor wanted to move, but the weight of Orophin had him pinned down. The elf was literally sitting upon him and he was stuck. It was up to Orophin to move and the look of pain on the elf's face told Erestor it was not going to happen soon. So Erestor wrapped his hand around Orophin's member, stroking it lightly to bring it back to hardness, his other hand reaching up to play with the elf's rosy nipples that so fascinated him. Soon, he saw the easing of the pain on the elf's face and the relaxation of the muscles that gripped him so tightly. Finally, when he did not think he could take any more, he croaked out, "Will you move?" and pinched the nipple he held between his fingers.
Orophin looked down at the elf beneath him, taking in the wild light in Erestor's eyes. "What is the matter? I thought you were in control this week. It is up to you to move," he teased, settling more firmly on the heated length that filled him so completely. "I have not the strength to move, or the desire. I am impaled and torn asunder." He dipped his head then, kissing Erestor lightly but straightening before the elf could grasp his head, the movements ripping groans from both their throats. And Orophin lost his battle.
With a whimper, Orophin adjusted so that he had the purchase to rise and lower himself, doing so excruciatingly slowly. He rose until the tip of Erestor was all the remained inside of his passage before slowly lowering himself back down. It was the hardest thing he had ever done, but he wanted it to last. He was determined to make sure that Erestor thought of him every time he took another. He wanted Erestor to see him, Orophin, every time he was buried inside of an elf.
Orophin plunked down upon Erestor suddenly, causing the advisor to curse. 'Where had this though come from?' Orophin mentally berated himself. 'He means nothing to you and you mean nothing to him.' Closing his eyes tightly Orophin began to slowly ride Erestor, his hands braced upon the elf's chest.
Curious as to the change in Orophin's demeanor, Erestor gripped the elf's hips, stilling him. He looked up at Orophin's face, worry filling him when he saw the tightly closed eyes. "What is it?" he asked softly. "Are you in pain?" This elf was stunning to look at but it was his eyes that Erestor wanted to see. Those glowing eyes that burned with the brightness of Orophin's soul had spoken to him last eve and he desperately needed to see them now, to ground himself. "Open your eyes. Look at me," Erestor commanded, and was shocked when the sapphire eyes were filled with the shimmer of tears.
Still impossibly hard and throbbing, Erestor bit his lip. He reached up, wrapping his arms around Orophin and pulled the elf down upon him to lie covering him, still embedded inside. This ripped a moan from Orophin as it caused Erestor to press against his prostate and his erection jerked where it was now trapped between their bodies. Once he had the elf how he wanted him, Erestor rolled, pinning Orophin beneath him. Lifting himself up on his arms, he whispered, "Wrap your legs around my waist," and then dipped his head to kiss the blonde.
Once Orophin had complied, Erestor thrust his hips gently forward, eliciting a moan from Orophin. He kept the throbbing member caught between their bellies as he began to speed up his thrusts until he was driving forcefully into the warrior beneath him, his control lost.
Orophin was quiet as Erestor changed their position, making not a sound until Erestor pressed upon that special spot deep inside him and moaned loudly, pressing back. When Erestor told him to wrap his legs around his waist, he obeyed blindly, the change driving Erestor deeper into his core. Soon, his hands were clutching at the sheets as he was driven into and moved across the mattress, until finally Orophin was forced to reach up and grab the headboard with one hand to keep from having his head pounded into it. He looked up at Erestor, their eyes locking, an unnamed emotion in the deep green gaze of the councilor and Orophin dragged Erestor's head down, claiming his lips, lifting his hips to meet each demanding thrust.
Erestor's hand groped blindly between them until it found Orophin's weeping erection and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. He knew he would not last much longer. He could feel his release boiling up inside him. Suddenly, when Orophin's release scalded his hand and his passage contracted upon his length, Erestor convulsed, pouring his seed deep inside of Orophin once more before collapsing upon the elf beneath him.
Erestor did not move and Orophin grew worried. He was still impaled upon the softening member as they were pressed to tightly together for the softening length to slip from his body and he was growing uncomfortable. He wriggled a bit to try and ease the kink out of his back and moaned when he felt Erestor begin to grow again. Orophin looked intently at Erestor, worry gracing his features for he knew he would not be able to endure another pounding such as he had received so soon. But Erestor was sleeping, passed out cold and Orophin breathed a sigh of relief. So he rolled onto his side, bringing Erestor with him, leg wrapped around the councilor's waist, and cuddled him closely. Soon, they were sleeping, Orophin still impaled upon Erestor's shaft.
Most were settled in their seats in the dining hall when the door opened to admit some latecomers. Haldir turned his head to see who it was and felt his jaw drop. He had not expected to see his brother till the week was up but now, Erestor was helping his brother to the head table, his arm around Orophin's waist. Orophin was walking gingerly and while a smirk appeared on Haldir's face for he well remembered his own soreness, the dark seed of jealousy bloomed in his breast. Never had another ridden him like the dark advisor and he wanted him again.
Erestor guided Orophin to the advisor's normal spot at the head table. When the blonde realized their goal however, he paused and protested. Erestor shushed him quietly and drew him on, taking care for the elf was sore.
They were both dressed in robes, Orophin in the blue robe he had worn to meet Erestor but now with a silver belt of linked ravens encircling his waist and Erestor in a hunter green robe with an identical belt cinching his own waist. Their hair, still wet from their baths, was braided in identical ropes down their backs, Erestor's brushing his buttocks seductively and Orophin's stopping at his waist. The many eyes that followed them with lust in their gazes noticed the possessive hold the advisor had on the Galadhel's waist and frowned. Both were known for their prowess and to see them together put envy in many eyes.
Erestor was aware of the many eyes upon them and the silence that had come over the dining hall when they entered. He tightened his arm around Orophin's waist, fighting the urge to slide his hand down to grip Orophin's ass. He no longer hid the pillow he was carrying for Orophin to sit on, letting all know who had cause the elf his discomfort. That jealousy had flared in his breast he did not realize, nor did he acknowledge the feelings for Orophin that had begun to grow within him.
Erestor pulled out Orophin's chair and arranged the pillow on it before helping the elf to sit. Until he was certain that Orophin was comfortable, or as comfortable as he could be, Erestor did not take his own seat, hovering protectively around Orophin, amazing many in the hall. Never had they seen Erestor show such care to another and it set many tongues to wagging. Once Erestor has taken his own seat though, it was as if a spell was broken and the normal buzz resumed in the dining hall, much to Orophin's relief.
The meal was excellent. By the second course, Orophin had relaxed enough, his embarrassment waning and finally allowing him to join in the conversation flowing around him. Erestor, Glorfindel, Lindir and several elves he did not know were discussing the merits of Lorien wines compared to the Mirkwood vintages. When the red haired elf next to Lindir said that he thought the Lorien vintages to be quite inferior, Orophin voiced his objection quite loudly, a heated argument breaking out. It took Galadriel clearing her throat and shooting glares at them to quiet them down, much to Orophin's chagrin.
The rosy blush that colored his cheeks was irresistible and Erestor leaned over and kissed him. At first it was to be a chaste kiss but the taste of Orophin quickly went to Erestor's head and the kiss grew heated. Long moments passed as the dining hall went silent once more, the sight of Erestor kissing someone in public unheard of before in Imladris. This only added more for the gossip mongers to talk about. Shortly, the quiet of the dining hall was broken by a lone voice calling out, "Get a room!" and soon there was laughter and cat calls reverberating through the room.
Erestor broke the kiss and sat back, his face flaming as he realized what he had done. "I am sorry," he whispered to Orophin, brushing the tendrils of hair he had worked from the long braid back from the equally red face. "Let us try to finish eating and then we can escape." He squeezed Orophin's hand where it rested in the Galadhel's lap then turned back to their meal.
Glorfindel started to say something to his friend but seeing that Erestor was still discomfited by the public display, held his tongue. His eye caught that of Haldir, who was but a table away, and noticed a scowl upon the fair brow and wondered. He would watch and wait and see what transpired.
Orophin clung to Erestor's hand, fine tremors wracking his frame from the sheer mortification of being put on display yet again this eve. He wanted to do nothing more than sink through the floor and disappear. Instead he tried to finish eating as if nothing untoward had just happened, his embarrassment soon forgotten.
When the meal was finally finished without further incident, Erestor looked at Orophin and whispered softly, "Would you like to dance with me in the Hall of Fire or would you rather go for a walk in the garden? The choice is yours."
"What I would truly like to do is go back to your room and have you tell me about your life. I know next to nothing about you and would like to know you much better." Orophin turned to face Erestor, biting his lip and hoping he had not overstepped the bounds of their relationship, if it could be called that. But he saw joy in Erestor's gaze and knew he had made the advisor happy.
No one had ever asked Erestor this before. All of his previous lovers had wanted to be seen with him, to show off their prize. No one had ever wanted to get to know him deeper. Only Glorfindel had befriended him. Not that he and Glorfindel had ever been lovers as such. Yes, they had shared their bodies on occasion but that was years ago when the Slayer had first returned and Erestor would stay with him and keep the nightmares at bay. When morning would break, they would take comfort in each other's bodies, Glorfindel needing to relinquish control and Erestor willing to comply. But more importantly, they would spend long hours talking. Glorfindel would tell him about his life in Gondolin and in the Halls of Waiting. He told Erestor about his battle with the Balrog and his fall to his death. He talked about Ecthelion, his friend and never a lover. Then, he would sit quietly and ask questions about Erestor's life.
With tears in his eyes, Erestor gripped Orophin's hand and beamed at him. "Are you ready to go now? I have lived many years." He raised Orophin's hand to his lips, kissing the bow hardened palm, his tongue darting out and licking it playfully, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Orophin's bright gaze.
Orophin rose from his seat, wondering at Erestor's reaction but wanting to wait until they were in the privacy of the councilor's rooms to ask him about it. He did however wave over a maid and ask her to move his things into Erestor's rooms for he did not want to be always seen in his blue robe and he truly wanted to practice with his bow. He would ask Erestor to accompany him in the morn and he was going to ask Erestor to spar with him again, to teach him. For he was gaining a deep respect for the elf, and much to his chagrin, he felt something for the elf, but he wrote it off to friendship.
Erestor was led from the room, his hand clutched in Orophin's still. He went willingly, warmth blooming in his breast. He suddenly extricated his hand from Orophin's grip while still within the dining hall but the grins the broke out at seeing this departed quickly when Erestor wrapped his arm around Orophin's waist and pulled him tightly to his side. They left silent dining hall and the mixture of glares, fond smiles, and utter shock at the advisor's uncharacteristic behavior.
Elrond and Galadriel shared knowing smiles and an understanding passed between them. They had been discussing a bodyguard for the coming heir to the realm and they knew exactly who it would be now. But they would wait until the proper time to make this announcement for the leave taking of the Lorien party would not happen for several months yet.
"When did your family said?" Orophin asked quietly. They were sitting on the sofa before the sitting room fire and he had just asked Erestor about his parents and his siblings and was told they were all in Aman. Erestor blinked tears from his eyes and sighed, pressing into Orophin's side and burrowing into the strong neck.
"They never left," Erestor whispered so quietly that Orophin barely heard him. "I came with the Valar at the Marring of Arda and they remained behind." He inhaled deeply of the Galadhel's scent and closed his eyes. "I miss them so and yet I am not ready to leave these shores yet. I have always known that I have things to accomplish here. My heart tells me my soul mate is here and that I will meet him before I return to Valinor." Erestor sigh sadly. "I have been so lonely. Glorfindel and Elrond have been my only real friends. All the others have only wanted one thing from me and when they tired of me, I was naught but a trophy to set on their shelves and to return to when the itch took them. I am tired of this. I grow weary of life. I want to find my mate but am losing hope." Erestor lift his tear fill eyes to Orophin. "Will you love me tonight? I have never offered this to another but I desperately need it. And while I do not understand why, I find myself needing for you to be the first."
Holding his breath, Erestor waited for Orophin's response. His body began to tremble with fear, fear of rejection and fear of acceptance both warring within him. He did not understand why it was so important to him that he offer this to Orophin. He only knew it was right, that Orophin was the one to show him how to yield as Orophin had yielded to him. He wanted to share this first time with his new lover just as Orophin had shared his own first with Erestor. When Orophin tenderly kissed Erestor on the lips then pulled back and smiled, the breath caught in Erestor's throat and he sucked in a deep breath, not realizing that he had stopped breathing in his waiting.
"I would be honored, beautiful Erestor. I will be as gentle and tender with you as you were to me. But are you sure this is what you want? It is not something to give up lightly." Orophin looked deep into Erestor's eyes, seeing the need and want along with something else that made his heart yearn, and he pulled the councilor tight into his arms and simply held him for long moments in silence, not pressuring, simply comforting and waiting.
"Please?" Erestor finally pleaded, not understanding his own yearning but knowing it was the right thing. This elf had touched a place deep inside him no one else had ever even looked for before and this was one gift that Erestor needed to give him in response. He knew his life would be forever changed after this night but he did not know why. Nor was he going to dwell upon it. For now, he needed comfort and Orophin was who he wanted it from.
"Sweet Erestor, I would be honored." Orophin said softly and he rose from the couch and gathered the councilor into his arms, and carried him into the bedroom. His eyes never left the green regard and he felt his heart soar in response. He did not now where this week would lead them. He did not want to dwell on what would happen. He only knew that here and now, this elf truly needed him and he would respond and who knew beyond the Valar what would come of it. He laid Erestor gently upon the bed and sat beside him simply looking upon him. "You are perfect in my eyes. Never before have I seen one as truly beautiful both inside and out as you are. I cannot believe that you are offering this to me and my chest swells with pride. I will not let you down." Orophin then bent and pressed a tender kiss upon Erestor's lips then pulled back.
His hand moved to the silver belt the cinched Erestor's trim waist and unfastened it before removing his own and setting them upon the bedside table. Looking at them, he paused and looked upon the councilor once more. "Why did you put one of your belts upon me this eve?" he asked softly, unsure if he truly wanted to hear the answer but needing to know.
Erestor blushed shyly, a very exceptional thing indeed for Orophin did not think there was a shy bone in Erestor's body before this moment. "I...I needed to lay claim upon you. I wanted all to know that you were mine this night. I needed to let them know that I, Erestor of Imladris had caused you to be sore, that I had accomplished something no other had ever accomplished before. Yet now, I am ashamed for I feel I belittled you with these thoughts. I feel as if I paraded you as a prize just as others have done with me. Can you forgive me for this, Orophin? I am truly sorry for all embarrassment I caused you tonight. I was wrong of me."
Orophin laid a finger across Erestor's lips, silencing him. "There is nothing to forgive, nothing to be sorry for. You have done nothing wrong, for I did not feel treated as a prize. I was treated with the utmost care and kindness and never have I felt so valued in the eyes of another. It is I that should be thanking you for showing me what it is to yield to another and know true..." Orophin stopped realizing that he had been going to say 'true love' and he dropped his head, staring at a piece of lint on the coverlet. "You gave me a most precious gift when you showed me how to yield and now, I will return this gift to you. Will you yield to me, truly?" His eyes lifted and searched the green regard once again, needing to be sure it really was Erestor's wish.
"Damn you, Orophin, if you do not get on with it, I will scream. What more do I need to say, need to do, to show you how much I want to feel you inside me. I want you to be where no other has ever been, where no other has ever wanted to be. Only have others wanted me to take them. They were enthralled by the size of my... package." Suddenly, Erestor attacked Orophin, pulling him down upon the bed, his hands everywhere as he once again took control, his mouth hungrily claiming Orophin's lips and demanding his participation. He was tired of words and wanted to feel alive. "Take me, damn you."
Orophin beamed at Erestor and set about ridding themselves of their clothing. This night, he did not try to seduce when removing his robe but instead pulled it off swiftly, tossing it over his shoulder not caring where it landed. His hands eagerly worked at the fastenings down the front of Erestor's robes until he had it parted from neck to hem and he lifted the advisor in his arms as he slid it down his shoulders and tossed it to join it's mate on the floor, the green and sapphire entwined in a heap on the floor just as their masters would soon be upon the bed.
When they were both bare, Orophin stopped and simply looked upon the form of Erestor. His eyes stopped at the proudly jutting member between Erestor's muscled thighs and he licked his lips. He could not resist and bent his head to taste the essence of Erestor, his tongue laving the glistening head and two moans filled the room.
Erestor's eyes went wide as a new sensation hit him and he looked down to see Orophin worshiping his length. Never before had another done this for him. He had been afraid to ask for his bed partners had only wanted him buried inside them and seemed afraid to take him in their mouths. He was not a small elf in this regard and he knew it. But Orophin showed no fear and he was truly amazed.
He screamed and arched his back when warm lips closed around him and the hot wetness of Orophin's mouth took his length inside. He could feel his head nudging the back of Orophin's throat before the elf set a pace that had his gasping for breath, his fingers trying to find purchase in the glorious hair that he cursed for having braided. But this was forgotten soon as his body tightened and he cried out, spilling down Orophin's throat in wonder. It was glorious. Never before had he felt this. Gasping for breath, he flopped back upon the bed and simply stared at his lover. When he could speak, his words had Orophin throwing back his head and laughing in merriment. "Unbraid our hair before you do anything more. That was not fair."
Once his mirth had subsided, Orophin swiftly complied until their tresses were shining in glistening waves upon the bed and their shoulders. Then he lay fully upon Erestor's form, covering him like a blanket. "I will take care of you. I will show you the stars tonight. Trust in me, I will not let you fall," and then he kissed Erestor deeply, his hands threading through the soft hair and his fingers stroking the pointed ear tips of the advisor.
Erestor was melting. Never before had he been kissed so deeply. Never before had he been treated so tenderly. Always, his couplings had been fast and terse, a simple sharing of bodies. But this was different. He felt... cherished and he did not now how to handle it. So he simply went along for the ride, giving over total control to Orophin, his legs falling apart of their own accord in silent begging. And Orophin complied.
Breaking the kiss which left them both gasping for air, Orophin reached for the vial of oil and uncorked it. Pouring some into his hand he coated his fingers, and then set the unstoppered bottle back upon the table. Looking deep in to Erestor's eyes, his fingers searched for and found the opening to Erestor's body and he let one digit trace the puckered opening.
"Please..." Erestor begged shamelessly, his body taught and nigh to breaking. He had never wanted this before and now he thought he would shatter if Orophin did not get on with it.
The single digit pressed again his opening, slipping past the guardian ring and into his channel and Erestor's eyes flew open wide. The feeling was different. He did not know at this point if he liked it or not, but he would not stop this now. He wanted to feel again. He wanted to give up control. Then a second finger joined the first and suddenly he saw stars as they brushed something inside him. His mouth opened in a silent scream and his back arched upon the bed, his length growing rigid once again and his breath coming in gasping pants.
Orophin looked with awe upon the sight of Erestor coming undone by his hand. He added a third finger and continued stretching the passage, preparing Erestor for him. He was not as large as the councilor and thought that three would be enough. Soon he removed his hand, reaching for the oil once again, and taking Erestor's hand, poured some into the palm. "Prepare me for you." He said gently, bringing Erestor's hand to his length.
Erestor caressed Orophin's straining member as he spread the oil from tip to balls and his breathing sped. His heart was racing and his head was spinning and soon his hand fell away and he lifted his knees to his chest. "Take me now." He demanded, trying to pull Orophin closer to him. He needed the Galadhel desperately, feeling as if he would shatter if he was not impaled immediately.
Orophin complied eagerly, the head of his straining length nudging then breaching Erestor's opening. Watching Erestor's face, he pressed forward slowly but surely, until he was buried to the hilt and then he stopped to wait for the councilor to adjust. When a look of wonder appeared instead of pain, Orophin grasped Erestor's legs, urging him to wrap them around his waist and once this was done, he kissed Erestor, still not moving. His lips against the kiss bruised ones, he asked tenderly, "How do you feel? Are you in pain?"
Erestor only whimpered and arched his back, needing more. "Move!" he demanded, knowing what he wanted. He felt so full, the pulsing length almost burning him inside and it felt wonderful.
Orophin grinned and set a wicked pace. It was sure and strong, yet not bruising for he did not want to leave the advisor sore. But Erestor had other ideas and soon the pair had the headboard knocking on the wall loudly as they rocked the bed with each thrust, both of Erestor's hands braced upon the headboard as he was pounded into forcefully. He was being claimed and he loved it.
Without having had his length touched, Erestor suddenly screamed and spilled between them, his orgasm taking them both unawares and pulling Orophin over the edge with him as he spasmed around the member deep inside. Orophin collapsed upon him, a welcome weight, one that filled him with a sense of belonging for the first time in his life and while it scared him some, he would not think upon it any longer. He nuzzled into Orophin's shoulder, purring softly as a sense of peace washed over him and his arms wrapped around the muscled shoulders, holding the Galadhel tightly. "Wow," was all he managed to say but it said everything he was feeling and Orophin smiled in response.
"Who has the room on the other side of this wall?" Orophin asked suddenly, a wicked grin on his face. It was very late and they had been anything but quiet and he wanted to know whose sleep they had denied this night.
Erestor blushed at Orophin's question and tittered softly. "It is a guest room. I believe it is currently inhabited by your brother, Haldir. I do hope he is still at the festivities. Otherwise we will have kept him awake." Erestor pulled Orophin's mouth to his own, claiming the soft lips once more and soon they were moaning and hard and straining and their dance began again much to the ire of the fuming march warden on the other side of the wall.
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