LOTR FIC: The Artistry of Pleasure (4/5)
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fimbrethielTitle: The Artistry of Pleasure (4/5)
Author: Fimbrethiel
LiveJournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/fimbrethiel/
Email: fimbrethiel @ yahoo.com
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: **explicit** depictions of homoerotic acts between consenting males, light bondage, some kink, toys, language, unapologetic filth
Disclaimer: Don’t own the Elves, they are owned by Tolkien’s estate. Master Tolkien, I mean no harm. No profit has been made.
Original date of completion: May 26, 2005
Summary: Erestor prepares a surprise for his lover. Erestor’s POV.
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Lindir mewled when I got up and simply walked away, leaving him there bound and aroused, with a plug in his ass.
He was dumbfounded at first and called after me. “Erestor? Where are you going, love?” He figured I was simply getting up to find something, or simply changing my position.
But when he saw me walk into the bathing chamber and close the door behind me, he started yelling. And the longer I was gone, the more his usually dulcet tones escalated in frantic anger. Oh, he was furious.
“Erestor, get back out here right now and untie me! You miserable bastard! You ill-begotten spawn of Morgoth! How dare you leave me like this? What the fuck are you doing in there? Get out here now, you son of a bitch, and finish what you started!”
On and on he raged, casting doubt as to my parentage and the virtue of my mother. His furious tirade made me laugh in spite my current discomfort.
Under other circumstances, Lindir adored my parents. My mother doted on him and baked him sweets, gave him extravagant begetting-day gifts, and my dear father was fond of telling me – in Lindir’s presence, and with only a hint of a teasing smile on his face – that I was lucky to have found someone like Lindir who could tolerate a grouch like me.
Though my poor mother would have been stricken blind if she happened to see the position her darling Lindir was in at the moment, and she would positively keel over dead if she had seen the position I - the apple of her eye – was in.
I stood with one leg supported by the rim of the bathtub, my eyes clenched tightly shut in concentration while I slowly and with great care worked a well-oiled phallus into my own backside. My cock curved up against my belly, bobbing gently in the warm, moist air with each tiny press of the object into my body.
I was preparing myself for what I knew would be a wild and rigorous fucking.
Lindir was quickly reaching the point where all rational thought would flee. Once freed of his bonds, primitive, instinctive need would take over his over-sensitized body and he would abandon all caution, leaving no time for his usual loving and gentle preparation.
I snorted and then winced when the movement caused me to press a bit too hard, shooting a bolt of pain through my backside.
Loving, always. But gentle? Hardly. More than once I had attended our Lord’s counsel with my body bearing the battle-scars of a night of Lindir’s attentions. Few would believe the wildcat my usually placid lover became when in the heat of passion and the filth that could spew from his rosebud lips when he was of a mind. He could curse like a Corsair of Men when he chose.
And at the moment, beyond the solid wood door of the bathroom, his cursing was quickly reaching epic proportions.
For decades Lindir and I had danced around one another within the borders of Imladris, giving each other coy looks and lingering touches of the hand during mealtimes and gatherings, but never going any further. The interest was there, I could see, by the way his gaze followed me from time to time, but I thought he was simply shy, and therefore didn’t pursue him. I figured if he were truly interested, eventually he would approach me.
But one night, after an evening of rich food, beautiful music, and copious drink in the Hall of Fire, I somehow found myself concealed in a shadowed niche with Lindir’s tongue halfway down my throat and his hand in my trousers.
No, Lindir was not shy by any stretch of the imagination, I soon learned. We spent the first night of many together, and the next day in Chambers, if Elrond seated on my left side noticed that I fidgeted uncomfortably in my seat and discreetly filched a pillow from one of the side chairs to sit upon, he didn’t remark on it. I sent a thousand prayers to the Valar to shine Their light upon his House and all of his line for his discretion.
Glorfindel was not quite so discreet, though. He knew. Somehow he always knows. I sometimes think Námo must have granted that Elf an additional measure of foresight when he was kicked out of the Hall of Waiting. He is my dearest friend, but I could have cheerfully skinned him alive with his own sword for all the smirking and lewd winks he gave me. He knew, all right.
‘Perhaps I overestimated a bit in my selection,’ I thought. My breathing was ragged, though I struggled to breathe deeply and regularly while working the solid bulk of the plug into my passage.
I would be glad, I knew, that I had been so aggressive in my choice, even though my body struggled to accept something larger than what it was accustomed to. Lindir is not especially thick, but he is long – his cock, like his body, is built for endurance, not strength. I too play a variety of instruments, though not nearly as well as my beloved, and I know how physically taxing it is to remain in a single position for hours, playing. That he is able to sustain for days upon end is a testament to his will and stamina.
With a final gasp of relief as the object finally was seated, my head fell back and I stood with my thighs spread, waiting and breathing until the burning subsided into dull throbbing and marvelous fullness.
The walk from the bath, through the bedroom, and back to the bed was incalculable anguish. Each step pressed the phallus against my prostate, so I walked slowly and carefully, in tiny faltering steps so I would not spend myself on the floor. For a fleeting instant I was tempted to stop where I was and take myself in hand, but reconsidered. That would have ruined the mood entirely.
But perhaps not… Lindir had always found the sight of me masturbating to be highly erotic.
Lindir, bound and writhing, stopped in mid-curse and drew a sharp breath when I made my reappearance. I can only imagine the sight I presented to him, with my hair wild and unkempt, tendrils escaping from my braid and curling about my face. The blue silk robe was smeared about the hem with dark smudges of oil and spotted with droplets of my seed. My cock jutted out red and hard from the front of my robe, so stiff it pointed almost straight up and drooling pre-come in a little trail of clear juices down the shaft.
“Where the fuck did you go, Erestor? Don’t you ever leave me like that again. What were you doing in there?”
Haltingly I crawled up on the bed next to Lindir where he could see me, moaning quietly each time the blunt tip of the dilator brushed my prostate. “Just taking care of some pressing business, love. Don’t worry, nothing for you to be concerned about,” I lied. He had no idea what I had been up to… yet.
Lindir whined and begged, his slim hips rolled and undulated against the pillow. “Erestor, please…” his usual melodious voice was hoarse and rough, almost unrecognizable as being the same voice that could sing so sweetly.
“Are you begging, lover? Please what? I want to hear you beg.” I was surprised to hear the gravelly quality of my own voice, usually deep and smooth but now hoarse and raspy.
“For the sake of all you hold revered… you want to hear me beg? Fine – I’m begging, Erestor. I can’t take much more – I need to come. I’m dying – please, please, end this.”
Since he begged so nicely, I thought it time to unveil the surprise. I reached across his body and reached for the paper-wrapped bundle I had set aside earlier. It must have been torture for Lindir to lie there staring at the wrapping, unknowing of what the last item was. As I leaned over, the tip of my erection nudged his side and smeared a few clear droplets of my essence across his back. My cock twitched, and I felt the first warning tightening of orgasm low in my belly.
I settled back down on my haunches trying to ignore the firm press of the hard leather against my pleasure spot, breathing hard and struggling not to come all over him. Again. I snapped the string, unwrapped the bundle, and threw the parchment on the floor.
Lindir’s eyes grew huge when he saw what was in the package and the realization of what I was asking of him began to penetrate his lust-drunk mind. “Oh no, no, nonono, you can’t mean…” He shook his head vehemently.
“That is precisely what I mean, beloved.”
“But - but - it’s enormous, Erestor!” he protested in disbelief. “It will never work! You're right fucking insane. It simply isn’t possible!” His grey eyes began to show a bit of panic for the first time.
He was right – it was enormous. Did I really dare to do this after all? But Celeborn had assured me on that drunken night in Lothlórien when my old friend first confessed of Orophin’s fondness for inordinately large objects that it was indeed possible, and first planted the seed of my idea. Orophin, he said, with slow and careful preparation, had managed it, and much more. How much more he didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t really want to know.
I held the object up and examined it closely. “It’s only a bit larger than what is in inside you right now. Lindir, trust me. I would never intentionally harm you, sweetheart.”
“But…”
I looked intently into his eyes. He was tempted, oh so tempted, and I would never force him to do something he wasn’t fully willing to do, but aside from being painfully aroused, he was also a little frightened.
“Lindir, listen to me. If you truly wish to stop, you can stop me at any time by saying the word. Unless you say the word, I’ll proceed.”
I was frightened a little bit, too, but excited – probably more aroused than I had ever been in my life. This was the ultimate challenge for Lindir. I knew he wanted to. He trusted me not to unduly harm him. That wasn’t the issue – the issue was whether it was physically possible to take that monstrosity into his body.
“Lindir?” I held it up again in a question. “May I?”
For a long moment he stared at it, licking his lips and considering. Finally he bent his head and pressed his forehead into the pillow.
“Yes.”
*~*~* To be continued… *~*~*
Author: Fimbrethiel
LiveJournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/fimbrethiel/
Email: fimbrethiel @ yahoo.com
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: **explicit** depictions of homoerotic acts between consenting males, light bondage, some kink, toys, language, unapologetic filth
Disclaimer: Don’t own the Elves, they are owned by Tolkien’s estate. Master Tolkien, I mean no harm. No profit has been made.
Original date of completion: May 26, 2005
Summary: Erestor prepares a surprise for his lover. Erestor’s POV.
~*~*~*~*~
Lindir mewled when I got up and simply walked away, leaving him there bound and aroused, with a plug in his ass.
He was dumbfounded at first and called after me. “Erestor? Where are you going, love?” He figured I was simply getting up to find something, or simply changing my position.
But when he saw me walk into the bathing chamber and close the door behind me, he started yelling. And the longer I was gone, the more his usually dulcet tones escalated in frantic anger. Oh, he was furious.
“Erestor, get back out here right now and untie me! You miserable bastard! You ill-begotten spawn of Morgoth! How dare you leave me like this? What the fuck are you doing in there? Get out here now, you son of a bitch, and finish what you started!”
On and on he raged, casting doubt as to my parentage and the virtue of my mother. His furious tirade made me laugh in spite my current discomfort.
Under other circumstances, Lindir adored my parents. My mother doted on him and baked him sweets, gave him extravagant begetting-day gifts, and my dear father was fond of telling me – in Lindir’s presence, and with only a hint of a teasing smile on his face – that I was lucky to have found someone like Lindir who could tolerate a grouch like me.
Though my poor mother would have been stricken blind if she happened to see the position her darling Lindir was in at the moment, and she would positively keel over dead if she had seen the position I - the apple of her eye – was in.
I stood with one leg supported by the rim of the bathtub, my eyes clenched tightly shut in concentration while I slowly and with great care worked a well-oiled phallus into my own backside. My cock curved up against my belly, bobbing gently in the warm, moist air with each tiny press of the object into my body.
I was preparing myself for what I knew would be a wild and rigorous fucking.
Lindir was quickly reaching the point where all rational thought would flee. Once freed of his bonds, primitive, instinctive need would take over his over-sensitized body and he would abandon all caution, leaving no time for his usual loving and gentle preparation.
I snorted and then winced when the movement caused me to press a bit too hard, shooting a bolt of pain through my backside.
Loving, always. But gentle? Hardly. More than once I had attended our Lord’s counsel with my body bearing the battle-scars of a night of Lindir’s attentions. Few would believe the wildcat my usually placid lover became when in the heat of passion and the filth that could spew from his rosebud lips when he was of a mind. He could curse like a Corsair of Men when he chose.
And at the moment, beyond the solid wood door of the bathroom, his cursing was quickly reaching epic proportions.
For decades Lindir and I had danced around one another within the borders of Imladris, giving each other coy looks and lingering touches of the hand during mealtimes and gatherings, but never going any further. The interest was there, I could see, by the way his gaze followed me from time to time, but I thought he was simply shy, and therefore didn’t pursue him. I figured if he were truly interested, eventually he would approach me.
But one night, after an evening of rich food, beautiful music, and copious drink in the Hall of Fire, I somehow found myself concealed in a shadowed niche with Lindir’s tongue halfway down my throat and his hand in my trousers.
No, Lindir was not shy by any stretch of the imagination, I soon learned. We spent the first night of many together, and the next day in Chambers, if Elrond seated on my left side noticed that I fidgeted uncomfortably in my seat and discreetly filched a pillow from one of the side chairs to sit upon, he didn’t remark on it. I sent a thousand prayers to the Valar to shine Their light upon his House and all of his line for his discretion.
Glorfindel was not quite so discreet, though. He knew. Somehow he always knows. I sometimes think Námo must have granted that Elf an additional measure of foresight when he was kicked out of the Hall of Waiting. He is my dearest friend, but I could have cheerfully skinned him alive with his own sword for all the smirking and lewd winks he gave me. He knew, all right.
‘Perhaps I overestimated a bit in my selection,’ I thought. My breathing was ragged, though I struggled to breathe deeply and regularly while working the solid bulk of the plug into my passage.
I would be glad, I knew, that I had been so aggressive in my choice, even though my body struggled to accept something larger than what it was accustomed to. Lindir is not especially thick, but he is long – his cock, like his body, is built for endurance, not strength. I too play a variety of instruments, though not nearly as well as my beloved, and I know how physically taxing it is to remain in a single position for hours, playing. That he is able to sustain for days upon end is a testament to his will and stamina.
With a final gasp of relief as the object finally was seated, my head fell back and I stood with my thighs spread, waiting and breathing until the burning subsided into dull throbbing and marvelous fullness.
The walk from the bath, through the bedroom, and back to the bed was incalculable anguish. Each step pressed the phallus against my prostate, so I walked slowly and carefully, in tiny faltering steps so I would not spend myself on the floor. For a fleeting instant I was tempted to stop where I was and take myself in hand, but reconsidered. That would have ruined the mood entirely.
But perhaps not… Lindir had always found the sight of me masturbating to be highly erotic.
Lindir, bound and writhing, stopped in mid-curse and drew a sharp breath when I made my reappearance. I can only imagine the sight I presented to him, with my hair wild and unkempt, tendrils escaping from my braid and curling about my face. The blue silk robe was smeared about the hem with dark smudges of oil and spotted with droplets of my seed. My cock jutted out red and hard from the front of my robe, so stiff it pointed almost straight up and drooling pre-come in a little trail of clear juices down the shaft.
“Where the fuck did you go, Erestor? Don’t you ever leave me like that again. What were you doing in there?”
Haltingly I crawled up on the bed next to Lindir where he could see me, moaning quietly each time the blunt tip of the dilator brushed my prostate. “Just taking care of some pressing business, love. Don’t worry, nothing for you to be concerned about,” I lied. He had no idea what I had been up to… yet.
Lindir whined and begged, his slim hips rolled and undulated against the pillow. “Erestor, please…” his usual melodious voice was hoarse and rough, almost unrecognizable as being the same voice that could sing so sweetly.
“Are you begging, lover? Please what? I want to hear you beg.” I was surprised to hear the gravelly quality of my own voice, usually deep and smooth but now hoarse and raspy.
“For the sake of all you hold revered… you want to hear me beg? Fine – I’m begging, Erestor. I can’t take much more – I need to come. I’m dying – please, please, end this.”
Since he begged so nicely, I thought it time to unveil the surprise. I reached across his body and reached for the paper-wrapped bundle I had set aside earlier. It must have been torture for Lindir to lie there staring at the wrapping, unknowing of what the last item was. As I leaned over, the tip of my erection nudged his side and smeared a few clear droplets of my essence across his back. My cock twitched, and I felt the first warning tightening of orgasm low in my belly.
I settled back down on my haunches trying to ignore the firm press of the hard leather against my pleasure spot, breathing hard and struggling not to come all over him. Again. I snapped the string, unwrapped the bundle, and threw the parchment on the floor.
Lindir’s eyes grew huge when he saw what was in the package and the realization of what I was asking of him began to penetrate his lust-drunk mind. “Oh no, no, nonono, you can’t mean…” He shook his head vehemently.
“That is precisely what I mean, beloved.”
“But - but - it’s enormous, Erestor!” he protested in disbelief. “It will never work! You're right fucking insane. It simply isn’t possible!” His grey eyes began to show a bit of panic for the first time.
He was right – it was enormous. Did I really dare to do this after all? But Celeborn had assured me on that drunken night in Lothlórien when my old friend first confessed of Orophin’s fondness for inordinately large objects that it was indeed possible, and first planted the seed of my idea. Orophin, he said, with slow and careful preparation, had managed it, and much more. How much more he didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t really want to know.
I held the object up and examined it closely. “It’s only a bit larger than what is in inside you right now. Lindir, trust me. I would never intentionally harm you, sweetheart.”
“But…”
I looked intently into his eyes. He was tempted, oh so tempted, and I would never force him to do something he wasn’t fully willing to do, but aside from being painfully aroused, he was also a little frightened.
“Lindir, listen to me. If you truly wish to stop, you can stop me at any time by saying the word. Unless you say the word, I’ll proceed.”
I was frightened a little bit, too, but excited – probably more aroused than I had ever been in my life. This was the ultimate challenge for Lindir. I knew he wanted to. He trusted me not to unduly harm him. That wasn’t the issue – the issue was whether it was physically possible to take that monstrosity into his body.
“Lindir?” I held it up again in a question. “May I?”
For a long moment he stared at it, licking his lips and considering. Finally he bent his head and pressed his forehead into the pillow.
“Yes.”
*~*~* To be continued… *~*~*
