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fimbrethielTitle: Winner Takes All (5/6)
Series: Games of Love - Part I
Author: Fimbrethiel
LiveJournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/fimbrethiel/
Email: fimbrethiel @ yahoo.com
Type: FPS
Pairings/Characters: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, Glorfindel/Erestor, Estel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: explicit depictions of homoerotic acts between consenting males, twincest, 3-way, voyeurism, masturbation. Mostly PWP, a wee bit of story
Disclaimer: Don’t own the Elves, they are owned by Tolkien’s estate. Master Tolkien, I mean no harm. No profit has been made.
Betas: Helena, Donna, NimrodelJen, Orchyd Constyne (various chapters)
Original date of completion: June 8, 2004 (revised January 2015)
Summary: During a game of cards, the sons of Elrond decide to make a private wager, and the Golden One will be the prize. They have a witness, who will soon meet someone who will change his life.
Italics not used for simple emphasis denote mindspeak
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Breath rasped in his chest as he watched, unseen, from his chair on the porch. One hand dropped to the gap in his robe and rubbed slowly over his bare chest, feeling the hairs whisper-soft under his fingers. The hand traced the thin line of it down beyond his navel, becoming more coarse and wiry before spreading in an unruly mass between his legs. He allowed his fingers to comb through the thick curls before grasping the proud, hard length below in his fist. He groaned softly, his wordless sounds absorbed by the night, as he watched the scene in his brothers’ rooms. His breath became labored as he stroked the rigid manhood, which wept and throbbed within his hand.
"So beautiful," he breathed.
*~*~*~*~*
“Oh my beautiful fools, did either of you think to simply ask?”
The twins gaped in astonishment at Glorfindel's words. Upon their confession of the wager and their ruse, the best they had hoped for was forgiveness. At the worst... it was better not to even think about. Although Elladan and Elrohir were long past their majority, they could still barely suppress shudders of dread at the ominous raising of their father's eyebrow, should he learn of their offense. Elrond’s rare displays of temper, while usually tightly controlled, were legendary. And Glorfindel himself was not one to trifle with.
“Do close your mouths, young ones. You resemble two fish fresh-caught from the Bruinen, gawking at me thus.” Glorfindel’s blue eyes crinkled slightly at the corners as he smiled.
Elladan sighed in relief and Elrohir sagged visibly against his twin, leaning heavily into the warmth of his brother. True to form, Elladan was the first to speak, as Elrohir twined an arm about his waist. “You are not angry, then? We are truly sorry, Glorfindel. We were wrong to attempt this deception. For all our years, we sometimes act like younglings just entering puberty.”
Glorfindel again seated himself and pulled the two down to perch, one upon each knee, as he had done when they were small. The chair groaned precariously under their combined weight. They were children no longer, far from it, and the heavy weight resting upon each leg sent a thrill through his body. “Nay, I am not angry,” he said earnestly. “In truth, I have long admired the adults you have grown to be. You have made us all proud. Your mother would be most pleased if she were to see the men you have become.”
Elrohir sat in silence as he observed the exchange between Elladan and the captain. His emotions were in turmoil from the turn of events. “What now, then?” his voice faltered as he spoke. “Do we return, then, to as we were before? We cannot un-say what is said, nor un-do what is done. Where does that leave us?” He closed his eyes; dark lashes brushing his cheekbones as he pondered their actions of earlier in the evening. The wager had seemed so simple, so innocent. So childish.
Warm breath caressed Elrohir's neck as soft lips pressed to the pulse beating steadily at his throat. A shiver coursed through his body and his eyelids snapped open, startled at the unexpected touch of lips against his skin. A mass of molten gold filled his vision, and he sighed softly as he arched his neck to invite further contact, his eyes closing again in bliss. A soft, moist tongue tasted him delicately, fluttery butterfly wings upon the pulse point, only a whisper more than air. Gods, he is intoxicating, he thought, dazed, absorbed in the sensation of the tongue teasing his neck.
Elrohir melted into Glorfindel's warm embrace. He had wanted this for so long, he was almost afraid to believe his long-unfulfilled desire could come to fruition. At last he forced open his eyes and met Elladan's amused gaze boring into his and twinkling with mirth.
“Does that answer your question, tôren?” Elladan's voice was thick with laughter.
Glorfindel raised his head from where it nestled Elrohir's neck. His eyes gleaming wickedly as he roughly shoved the twins off his lap and stood. The chair groaned threateningly as it was released from the weight of three fully-grown Elves. “You two are not getting any less heavy, you know. Shall we move to someplace more suitable?”
The brethren struggled to their feet, grasping Glorfindel's hands extended to them in assistance. “I shall surely have a bruise now,” Elrohir grumbled good-naturedly, wincing as he rubbed his sore bottom.
“I shall have to remedy that, lovely one,” Elladan purred, reaching his free hand to caress his brother’s rear. “Shall I rub the pain away for you?”
Elrohir playfully swatted his brother’s hand away before turning to face Glorfindel, his eyes turning serious. "Are you certain this is what you want?”
A small piece of Elrohir’s mind was still filled with apprehension. He worried that either Glorfindel played with them much as a cat worries a mouse before moving in for the kill, or that he had somehow fallen into a dream from which he would wake up humiliated and unable to face the captain on the morrow.
Blue eyes, darkened to the color of the depths of the sea, met his as Glorfindel spoke earnestly. “Elrohir, I have heard the rumors about me, but contrary to common belief, I do not take lovers lightly. I choose carefully, sharing pleasure only with those I care about.” He leaned forward and claimed Elrohir’s full lips in a soft kiss, allowing his tongue to just tease those soft petals in a promise of things to come.
“I care deeply about you and your brother. I have watched you mature from mischievous, troublesome children into the rightful heir of Imladris,” he glanced at Elladan, and then returned his gaze to meet Elrohir’s, “and the future captain of her defenses. I looked upon you first as swaddling infants, then as students, and finally as adults and equals.”
He paused a moment, as if in consideration and licked his lips before continuing. “I have long admired you, the warriors and leaders you have become. Aye, I am sure. I would be pleased to share this night with you.” He amended, “Both of you.” Whatever happened this night would involve the three of them. There had been enough subterfuge, no matter how harmless, and Glorfindel wanted to assure them he was not proceeding under false pretenses.
Elladan wasted no more time. He had watched with growing interest as Glorfindel nuzzled Elrohir's neck and was anxious to latch onto the other side of that slender column and drive his brother wild with lust. They occasionally took others to their beds, but it was Elrohir alone who could drive his passion spiraling to heights he could never reach with another.
Reaching beside him blindly, he drew Elrohir into his arms and took a step forward to press his brother’s back against the warmth of Glorfindel’s chest. He covered Elrohir's lips with his own and gave him a long, deep kiss before raising his head and meeting Glorfindel’s eyes. “Bed. Now,” he commanded. “I would properly ravage my brother, if you please.”
Their cards lay strewn about the table, the game long forgotten. Elladan propelled them through the sitting room and into his adjoining bedchamber. Glorfindel trailed closely behind with a bemused expression on his handsome face.
Mesmerized, he stood at the side of the bed watching as the two dark-haired Elves kissed passionately. Aiya, they have no idea how striking they are together, he thought idly. His leggings felt uncomfortably tight as he watched Elrohir slip one hand under his brother’s tunic to rub his chest. The younger twin moaned softly as Elladan nipped gently at the point of his ear.
Elladan tore his lips from his brother’s ear and raised his head to look at Glorfindel with passion-darkened eyes as he queried with a lopsided grin, “Do you plan to simply stand there, or would you like to assist me?”
Glorfindel crossed one arm over his chest and tapped the finger of the other hand against his temple, making a show of feigned deep thought. Humor filled his voice as he responded. “Shall I let you two off the hook so easily? There seems to be the matter of a certain deception that lies between us. My honor has been besmirched, and I shall claim recompense.”
His eyes crinkled merrily. “If I am not mistaken, Elrohir, I believe you owe your brother.” Elrohir looked up in momentary confusion. “One turn deserves another," Glorfindel said merrily. "Did he not pleasure you once already this night? I think it only fair you repay him in kind. That,” he proclaimed, “will be your punishment.” He nodded, satisfied.
Identical faces grinned back at him. “Oh, aye, I agree, my lord; I am an honorable Elf and always repay my debts,” Elrohir agreed, blushing most becomingly. He reached again for his brother and drew Elladan’s tunic over his head before tossing it carelessly on the floor.
Elladan laughed as he drew his brother to him. “He was in such a state, Glorfindel, I could not allow his discomfort to continue, for fear of his sanity.” He removed Elrohir’s shirt as well, then pulled his twin back down to the bed.
Glorfindel quickly stripped off his own tunic, which also joined the growing pile of clothing. The mithril clasp that held his glorious mane from his face was set carefully on the bedside table before he lay down beside the twins. Glorfindel drew his hands over their smooth bodies as he watched them embrace.
Elrohir ran his tongue up his brother's chest before tracing a path from one rosy nipple to the other. Slowly, teasingly, never quite touching, he swirled in lazy circles around each straining bud. He caught one pebbled peak between his teeth, worrying it softly. Elladan gasped in pleasure-pain and wrapped his legs around Elrohir’s, rocking his pelvis against his brother’s hip.
“We seem to have a bit of a problem, my love,” Elrohir whispered, between flicks of a tongue to his brother’s navel, while his fingers continued to tease the nipples his mouth had so recently abandoned.
“Ah, tôren, nay, I will surely perish if you stop now,” Elladan’s voice wavered as he arched his back.
“You are wearing too many clothes.”
“That is easily remedied, my sweet,” Elladan’s fingers left his brother’s smooth chest and reached to untie his lacings, where they were stopped by a firm grasp.
“Allow me,” Glorfindel bowed his head and drew Elladan’s full lower lip in between his teeth, suckling softly for a moment. “Aiya, you taste as sweet as your brother,” he sighed softly, before he reluctantly withdrew and moved to the foot of the bed to first draw off Elladan’s low boots, then his leggings.
The older twin raised his hips obligingly, shivering in pleasure as the night air caressed his swollen arousal. Elrohir stood briefly and shucked off his own leggings.
Glorfindel allowed his eyes to rake appraisingly over the forms, one lying provocatively, the other standing proudly nearby, their members already hard and leaking with arousal. They were nearly mirror images; the darkly inked marks just below each navel, Elladan’s on the right of his abdomen and Elrohir’s on his left. It was unusual for Elves to mark themselves permanently in the manner of Men. Glorfindel admired the designs, very different yet obviously created by the same artisan. He would ask them someday what the designs symbolized.
Elrohir knelt at the foot of the bed. He lifted one of his brother’s feet and trailed his fingers over the arch and around the ankle before slipping one of the digits into his mouth and suckling sensuously. Elladan let out a strangled noise somewhere between a giggle and a moan. Elrohir let the toe slip out of his mouth and began to kiss and lick a slow, torturous path up his twin's leg. He slinked with feline grace up Elladan's body and finally knelt between his parted thighs.
Elladan let his knees fall further apart and shivered in anticipation as Elrohir tasted the sensitive skin of his groin. His brother was unparalleled in giving pleasure with his mouth. He cried out in surprise as his hard length was suddenly swallowed. “Ah, ‘Ro, you undo me,” he whimpered as Elrohir’s mouth sucked hard.
Elrohir pulled back to the rounded crown and let his tongue circle the ridge. He flicked his tongue and tasted the drop of clear fluid that leaked from the tip and then leaned close to the blond warrior who watched with rapt attention. “Will you taste how pleasing my brother is, Glorfindel? Can you not see what it is about him that enthralls me so? How sweetly he surrenders to my touch?” He extended his tongue to the golden one, offering him a taste.
Glorfindel let his own tongue slip forward through parted lips to take the proffered sweetness. “Aye, he is indeed appetizing. It is quite a pleasing combination of his seed mingled with the taste of your own sweet mouth,” he agreed as he drew back, savoring the flavor.
Elladan panted feverishly at the sight of his brother offering Glorfindel his mouth. He ground his neglected arousal against Elrohir’s leg, desperate for the friction he needed to bring him to his release. “Elrohir, please,” he whined, beyond caring that he was begging.
Glorfindel? The captain felt Elrohir’s cautious brush of thoughts against his mind and allowed him entry. Do you wish to participate?
Nay, Elrohir, for now I am content to watch, Glorfindel answered, propping his head up on one hand. The other hand rubbed slow circles over the prominent bulge in his leggings.
As you wish, Elrohir responded before lowering his head and running his tongue up the thick, pulsing vein on the underside of Elladan’s shaft. Eyes closed, he swirled his tongue around the velvety soft head and gave it a gentle lick before taking the whole length back in deeply. He relaxed his throat and pumped his head up and down over his brother’s aching member, swallowing and allowing the flat of his tongue to caress the shaft as he moved.
Elladan groaned and began thrusting slowly into his twin’s mouth, running his hands through his brother’s dark hair. Elrohir opened his eyes and, with his gaze locked on Elladan's eyes turned pewter with need, began a rapid sucking motion.
Elrohir understood his brother’s silent request and slowed the movement of his head, allowing Elladan to plunder his mouth with his thrusting, keeping his cheeks hollowed and his lips tightly closed around the thick shaft. Elladan plunged harder and faster into Elrohir's mouth, and at last, with a low growl spilled himself deep in his brother’s throat, struggling to keep their eyes locked together.
“That was incredible, beloved,” he managed to croak as the after tremors of his orgasm shuddered through his body.
“Aye, it was,” Glorfindel concurred, eyes midnight with desire as he leaned over Elladan’s trembling form to capture Elrohir’s swollen lips in a heated kiss. Tongues met in a wild duel as they struggled for dominance. The taste of Elladan’s seed, slightly bitter, mingled with the wine they had drunk filled Glorfindel's mouth as he ravaged Elrohir’s lips.
~*~*~* to be continued…~*~*~
tôren = my brother (Sindarin)
Series: Games of Love - Part I
Author: Fimbrethiel
LiveJournal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/fimbrethiel/
Email: fimbrethiel @ yahoo.com
Type: FPS
Pairings/Characters: Elladan/Elrohir/Glorfindel, Glorfindel/Erestor, Estel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: explicit depictions of homoerotic acts between consenting males, twincest, 3-way, voyeurism, masturbation. Mostly PWP, a wee bit of story
Disclaimer: Don’t own the Elves, they are owned by Tolkien’s estate. Master Tolkien, I mean no harm. No profit has been made.
Betas: Helena, Donna, NimrodelJen, Orchyd Constyne (various chapters)
Original date of completion: June 8, 2004 (revised January 2015)
Summary: During a game of cards, the sons of Elrond decide to make a private wager, and the Golden One will be the prize. They have a witness, who will soon meet someone who will change his life.
Italics not used for simple emphasis denote mindspeak
*~*~*~*~*
Breath rasped in his chest as he watched, unseen, from his chair on the porch. One hand dropped to the gap in his robe and rubbed slowly over his bare chest, feeling the hairs whisper-soft under his fingers. The hand traced the thin line of it down beyond his navel, becoming more coarse and wiry before spreading in an unruly mass between his legs. He allowed his fingers to comb through the thick curls before grasping the proud, hard length below in his fist. He groaned softly, his wordless sounds absorbed by the night, as he watched the scene in his brothers’ rooms. His breath became labored as he stroked the rigid manhood, which wept and throbbed within his hand.
"So beautiful," he breathed.
*~*~*~*~*
“Oh my beautiful fools, did either of you think to simply ask?”
The twins gaped in astonishment at Glorfindel's words. Upon their confession of the wager and their ruse, the best they had hoped for was forgiveness. At the worst... it was better not to even think about. Although Elladan and Elrohir were long past their majority, they could still barely suppress shudders of dread at the ominous raising of their father's eyebrow, should he learn of their offense. Elrond’s rare displays of temper, while usually tightly controlled, were legendary. And Glorfindel himself was not one to trifle with.
“Do close your mouths, young ones. You resemble two fish fresh-caught from the Bruinen, gawking at me thus.” Glorfindel’s blue eyes crinkled slightly at the corners as he smiled.
Elladan sighed in relief and Elrohir sagged visibly against his twin, leaning heavily into the warmth of his brother. True to form, Elladan was the first to speak, as Elrohir twined an arm about his waist. “You are not angry, then? We are truly sorry, Glorfindel. We were wrong to attempt this deception. For all our years, we sometimes act like younglings just entering puberty.”
Glorfindel again seated himself and pulled the two down to perch, one upon each knee, as he had done when they were small. The chair groaned precariously under their combined weight. They were children no longer, far from it, and the heavy weight resting upon each leg sent a thrill through his body. “Nay, I am not angry,” he said earnestly. “In truth, I have long admired the adults you have grown to be. You have made us all proud. Your mother would be most pleased if she were to see the men you have become.”
Elrohir sat in silence as he observed the exchange between Elladan and the captain. His emotions were in turmoil from the turn of events. “What now, then?” his voice faltered as he spoke. “Do we return, then, to as we were before? We cannot un-say what is said, nor un-do what is done. Where does that leave us?” He closed his eyes; dark lashes brushing his cheekbones as he pondered their actions of earlier in the evening. The wager had seemed so simple, so innocent. So childish.
Warm breath caressed Elrohir's neck as soft lips pressed to the pulse beating steadily at his throat. A shiver coursed through his body and his eyelids snapped open, startled at the unexpected touch of lips against his skin. A mass of molten gold filled his vision, and he sighed softly as he arched his neck to invite further contact, his eyes closing again in bliss. A soft, moist tongue tasted him delicately, fluttery butterfly wings upon the pulse point, only a whisper more than air. Gods, he is intoxicating, he thought, dazed, absorbed in the sensation of the tongue teasing his neck.
Elrohir melted into Glorfindel's warm embrace. He had wanted this for so long, he was almost afraid to believe his long-unfulfilled desire could come to fruition. At last he forced open his eyes and met Elladan's amused gaze boring into his and twinkling with mirth.
“Does that answer your question, tôren?” Elladan's voice was thick with laughter.
Glorfindel raised his head from where it nestled Elrohir's neck. His eyes gleaming wickedly as he roughly shoved the twins off his lap and stood. The chair groaned threateningly as it was released from the weight of three fully-grown Elves. “You two are not getting any less heavy, you know. Shall we move to someplace more suitable?”
The brethren struggled to their feet, grasping Glorfindel's hands extended to them in assistance. “I shall surely have a bruise now,” Elrohir grumbled good-naturedly, wincing as he rubbed his sore bottom.
“I shall have to remedy that, lovely one,” Elladan purred, reaching his free hand to caress his brother’s rear. “Shall I rub the pain away for you?”
Elrohir playfully swatted his brother’s hand away before turning to face Glorfindel, his eyes turning serious. "Are you certain this is what you want?”
A small piece of Elrohir’s mind was still filled with apprehension. He worried that either Glorfindel played with them much as a cat worries a mouse before moving in for the kill, or that he had somehow fallen into a dream from which he would wake up humiliated and unable to face the captain on the morrow.
Blue eyes, darkened to the color of the depths of the sea, met his as Glorfindel spoke earnestly. “Elrohir, I have heard the rumors about me, but contrary to common belief, I do not take lovers lightly. I choose carefully, sharing pleasure only with those I care about.” He leaned forward and claimed Elrohir’s full lips in a soft kiss, allowing his tongue to just tease those soft petals in a promise of things to come.
“I care deeply about you and your brother. I have watched you mature from mischievous, troublesome children into the rightful heir of Imladris,” he glanced at Elladan, and then returned his gaze to meet Elrohir’s, “and the future captain of her defenses. I looked upon you first as swaddling infants, then as students, and finally as adults and equals.”
He paused a moment, as if in consideration and licked his lips before continuing. “I have long admired you, the warriors and leaders you have become. Aye, I am sure. I would be pleased to share this night with you.” He amended, “Both of you.” Whatever happened this night would involve the three of them. There had been enough subterfuge, no matter how harmless, and Glorfindel wanted to assure them he was not proceeding under false pretenses.
Elladan wasted no more time. He had watched with growing interest as Glorfindel nuzzled Elrohir's neck and was anxious to latch onto the other side of that slender column and drive his brother wild with lust. They occasionally took others to their beds, but it was Elrohir alone who could drive his passion spiraling to heights he could never reach with another.
Reaching beside him blindly, he drew Elrohir into his arms and took a step forward to press his brother’s back against the warmth of Glorfindel’s chest. He covered Elrohir's lips with his own and gave him a long, deep kiss before raising his head and meeting Glorfindel’s eyes. “Bed. Now,” he commanded. “I would properly ravage my brother, if you please.”
Their cards lay strewn about the table, the game long forgotten. Elladan propelled them through the sitting room and into his adjoining bedchamber. Glorfindel trailed closely behind with a bemused expression on his handsome face.
Mesmerized, he stood at the side of the bed watching as the two dark-haired Elves kissed passionately. Aiya, they have no idea how striking they are together, he thought idly. His leggings felt uncomfortably tight as he watched Elrohir slip one hand under his brother’s tunic to rub his chest. The younger twin moaned softly as Elladan nipped gently at the point of his ear.
Elladan tore his lips from his brother’s ear and raised his head to look at Glorfindel with passion-darkened eyes as he queried with a lopsided grin, “Do you plan to simply stand there, or would you like to assist me?”
Glorfindel crossed one arm over his chest and tapped the finger of the other hand against his temple, making a show of feigned deep thought. Humor filled his voice as he responded. “Shall I let you two off the hook so easily? There seems to be the matter of a certain deception that lies between us. My honor has been besmirched, and I shall claim recompense.”
His eyes crinkled merrily. “If I am not mistaken, Elrohir, I believe you owe your brother.” Elrohir looked up in momentary confusion. “One turn deserves another," Glorfindel said merrily. "Did he not pleasure you once already this night? I think it only fair you repay him in kind. That,” he proclaimed, “will be your punishment.” He nodded, satisfied.
Identical faces grinned back at him. “Oh, aye, I agree, my lord; I am an honorable Elf and always repay my debts,” Elrohir agreed, blushing most becomingly. He reached again for his brother and drew Elladan’s tunic over his head before tossing it carelessly on the floor.
Elladan laughed as he drew his brother to him. “He was in such a state, Glorfindel, I could not allow his discomfort to continue, for fear of his sanity.” He removed Elrohir’s shirt as well, then pulled his twin back down to the bed.
Glorfindel quickly stripped off his own tunic, which also joined the growing pile of clothing. The mithril clasp that held his glorious mane from his face was set carefully on the bedside table before he lay down beside the twins. Glorfindel drew his hands over their smooth bodies as he watched them embrace.
Elrohir ran his tongue up his brother's chest before tracing a path from one rosy nipple to the other. Slowly, teasingly, never quite touching, he swirled in lazy circles around each straining bud. He caught one pebbled peak between his teeth, worrying it softly. Elladan gasped in pleasure-pain and wrapped his legs around Elrohir’s, rocking his pelvis against his brother’s hip.
“We seem to have a bit of a problem, my love,” Elrohir whispered, between flicks of a tongue to his brother’s navel, while his fingers continued to tease the nipples his mouth had so recently abandoned.
“Ah, tôren, nay, I will surely perish if you stop now,” Elladan’s voice wavered as he arched his back.
“You are wearing too many clothes.”
“That is easily remedied, my sweet,” Elladan’s fingers left his brother’s smooth chest and reached to untie his lacings, where they were stopped by a firm grasp.
“Allow me,” Glorfindel bowed his head and drew Elladan’s full lower lip in between his teeth, suckling softly for a moment. “Aiya, you taste as sweet as your brother,” he sighed softly, before he reluctantly withdrew and moved to the foot of the bed to first draw off Elladan’s low boots, then his leggings.
The older twin raised his hips obligingly, shivering in pleasure as the night air caressed his swollen arousal. Elrohir stood briefly and shucked off his own leggings.
Glorfindel allowed his eyes to rake appraisingly over the forms, one lying provocatively, the other standing proudly nearby, their members already hard and leaking with arousal. They were nearly mirror images; the darkly inked marks just below each navel, Elladan’s on the right of his abdomen and Elrohir’s on his left. It was unusual for Elves to mark themselves permanently in the manner of Men. Glorfindel admired the designs, very different yet obviously created by the same artisan. He would ask them someday what the designs symbolized.
Elrohir knelt at the foot of the bed. He lifted one of his brother’s feet and trailed his fingers over the arch and around the ankle before slipping one of the digits into his mouth and suckling sensuously. Elladan let out a strangled noise somewhere between a giggle and a moan. Elrohir let the toe slip out of his mouth and began to kiss and lick a slow, torturous path up his twin's leg. He slinked with feline grace up Elladan's body and finally knelt between his parted thighs.
Elladan let his knees fall further apart and shivered in anticipation as Elrohir tasted the sensitive skin of his groin. His brother was unparalleled in giving pleasure with his mouth. He cried out in surprise as his hard length was suddenly swallowed. “Ah, ‘Ro, you undo me,” he whimpered as Elrohir’s mouth sucked hard.
Elrohir pulled back to the rounded crown and let his tongue circle the ridge. He flicked his tongue and tasted the drop of clear fluid that leaked from the tip and then leaned close to the blond warrior who watched with rapt attention. “Will you taste how pleasing my brother is, Glorfindel? Can you not see what it is about him that enthralls me so? How sweetly he surrenders to my touch?” He extended his tongue to the golden one, offering him a taste.
Glorfindel let his own tongue slip forward through parted lips to take the proffered sweetness. “Aye, he is indeed appetizing. It is quite a pleasing combination of his seed mingled with the taste of your own sweet mouth,” he agreed as he drew back, savoring the flavor.
Elladan panted feverishly at the sight of his brother offering Glorfindel his mouth. He ground his neglected arousal against Elrohir’s leg, desperate for the friction he needed to bring him to his release. “Elrohir, please,” he whined, beyond caring that he was begging.
Glorfindel? The captain felt Elrohir’s cautious brush of thoughts against his mind and allowed him entry. Do you wish to participate?
Nay, Elrohir, for now I am content to watch, Glorfindel answered, propping his head up on one hand. The other hand rubbed slow circles over the prominent bulge in his leggings.
As you wish, Elrohir responded before lowering his head and running his tongue up the thick, pulsing vein on the underside of Elladan’s shaft. Eyes closed, he swirled his tongue around the velvety soft head and gave it a gentle lick before taking the whole length back in deeply. He relaxed his throat and pumped his head up and down over his brother’s aching member, swallowing and allowing the flat of his tongue to caress the shaft as he moved.
Elladan groaned and began thrusting slowly into his twin’s mouth, running his hands through his brother’s dark hair. Elrohir opened his eyes and, with his gaze locked on Elladan's eyes turned pewter with need, began a rapid sucking motion.
Elrohir understood his brother’s silent request and slowed the movement of his head, allowing Elladan to plunder his mouth with his thrusting, keeping his cheeks hollowed and his lips tightly closed around the thick shaft. Elladan plunged harder and faster into Elrohir's mouth, and at last, with a low growl spilled himself deep in his brother’s throat, struggling to keep their eyes locked together.
“That was incredible, beloved,” he managed to croak as the after tremors of his orgasm shuddered through his body.
“Aye, it was,” Glorfindel concurred, eyes midnight with desire as he leaned over Elladan’s trembling form to capture Elrohir’s swollen lips in a heated kiss. Tongues met in a wild duel as they struggled for dominance. The taste of Elladan’s seed, slightly bitter, mingled with the wine they had drunk filled Glorfindel's mouth as he ravaged Elrohir’s lips.
~*~*~* to be continued…~*~*~
tôren = my brother (Sindarin)
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