Hungry

Posted: October 2002
Type: FCS
Author: Cazsuane
Characters: An elf and a man
Rating: NC-17 (like I'd write anything else *g*)
Summary: Two lovers make use of what little time they have.
WARNINGS: OK, folks, this is the first fic I ever wrote. Hmmm... That explains the note at the bottom then. Any mistakes in this fic, and I'm sure there are some, are all my fault. I can only hope I've improved since then.

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The Elf was impatient. With a few deft strokes of his blade, he quickly sliced through his lover's clothing. It crumpled to the ground and the man was left standing naked. The elf wasted no time in sharply pushing the bigger man to the ground. By the time the man had recovered from his shock, the elf was naked too and draping himself over his lover's body.

Searching mouths met and fused hurriedly, desperately. Tongues danced and swirled around each other. Hands roamed and discovered. Breaking the contact of their mouths, the elf slid his hot lips down the side of the other's neck. When he heard a sudden intake of breath at a particularly sensitive spot, he stopped and started sucking gently. The man beneath him began to moan.

Moving further down, his mouth found a nipple within the crisp hair that covered the man's chest. As his mouth tortured the nipple, a hand played with the hair that so fascinated him. His tongue traced around the tight bud before drawing it into his mouth. The man jerked as teeth scraped lightly over his nipple.

The elf's mouth continued downwards, stopping to dip inside the man's navel. He heard the man gasp when he blew across the wetness he had created. Teasingly he journeyed down the inside of one thigh and up the other, placing little bites as he went. His lover bucked under him, pleading hands were placed on his head, trying to drag him up to the spot the elf was deliberately ignoring. But the elf would not be swayed. Not yet.

Turning the man over, the elf's mouth trailed up the back of a well-muscled leg, from foot to butt, licking and nibbling as he went. When he reached his arse, the elf kneaded it with his strong, lean hands while placing wet kisses on the man's back before blowing on them.

Before he knew what was happening, the elf found himself lying on his back, his lover straddling his hips, feet hooked over his legs to hold him down. The man grabbed the his wrists in a strong grip and placed them above the elf's head.

The elf knew he could probably get away but he liked this feeling of helplessness. It was one of the qualities he admired in his lover, this aggressiveness. Yearning for intense contact, the man claimed the elf's mouth with his own, while grinding their hips together. Little lightning shocks went through both of them as their erections touched.

But it was not enough. The man wanted to hear the elf moan and beg. Wanted him to know the torture he had gone through. Clasping a rough hand to the elf's long, thick cock he began to pump it slowly. The elf writhed in pleasure. The man's talented hand increased the rhythm until the lithe elf groaned, his hands flexing and clenching at the intense sensations coursing through his body.

The man could feel his lover reaching his peak so he stopped. The elf could not believe he would be that cruel. With a passion choked voice he pleaded, "Please… Don't stop… Oh gods, please… I need…"

"Tell me what you need."

"I need… I need you… inside me. Please, don't leave me like this."

The man reached down to kiss the elf softly until he no longer whimpered from the pain of unfulfillment. Spitting into his hand, he reached between their bodies once more and rubbed the wet palm of his hand in circles on the head of the elf's shaft. Clever fingers twisted around the engorged head, rubbing the slit and then spreading the wetness of his saliva down the length of the cock.

The elf bucked at the unexpected intense pleasure. He was reaching his peak again, much quicker than before under the glorious administrations of his lover's hand.

"Oh, no more. I can take no more. Please, I need you nooooooooooooooow," The elf cried out as the man's hand continued to pleasure his engorged tip, the wetness creating a friction indescribable.

The man turned the elf over onto his hands and knees. The elf's head hung down and his breaths came in ragged gasps. The man reached into his garments for the little vial of oil he always kept there. His lover's passions were unpredictable so it paid to be prepared.

Tipping some of the oil into his palm, he liberally coated the length of his cock. He had to control his urges and fight the desire to start pumping himself. He then ran his fingers between the elf's buttocks until he found the small opening. Slipping a finger inside, he strained to find that oh so sensitive spot he knew was there. When his lover groaned harshly he knew he had found it. He added a second finger to reach it better. The elf was quickly reaching his peak again. The man stroked the tight tunnel a few more times to make sure it was ready for him before grabbing his manhood and guiding it slowly into his lover.

When the cock inside him did not move, the elf cried out in frustration but it gave him time to control himself. He did not want to come too quickly. But the agony of waiting was too much for him. Arching his back so that his chest and shoulders almost reached the ground, he started to move his hips in a rhythm he knew his lover could not help but respond to.

As they moved together, straining and grunting, the man ran his short fingernails down the length of the elf's back. The elf pushed back against him hard and started to circle his hips in a way that was more than satisfactory. Grasping the elf's hips, the man began to slam his cock harder into his lover, trying to delve deeper and deeper. Pulling back, he left only the very tip of himself inside the slick tunnel before thrusting forward once more and spilling his essence, screaming as he came.

When his passion drugged mind cleared, he became aware of desperate whimpering cries. The elf was lying on his back, hands twitching towards his still engorged member, about to relieve himself. Kneeling between his lover's lean but muscled thighs, the man dipped his head and took the cock in his mouth. Not cruel enough to tease the elf any longer, he dragged his mouth up and down in quick strokes, sucking strongly as he went. Within moments, the elf's back arched so only his head and hips touched the ground. His guttural cries echoed throughout the surrounding forest. The man drank of the elf's seed quickly, refusing to spill even a drop.

Worn out from their exertions they collapsed in each other's arms, chests rising rapidly with each ragged breath. Tired yet very satisfied, the elf asked the man, "Do you think the others know what has been going on?"

"With all the noise you made they've either worked it out this time or they think we've been attacked. Either way, someone will be coming to look for us soon."

"All the noise I made? I certainly remember you giving voice to your passions. Besides, you can't complain if you are going to continue doing things that make me moan."

"I love the noises you make, Legolas. And I will continue to make you sound them as often as I can."

The heat started to rise in Legolas once again. Although a little startled, he didn't hesitate in straddling the man's hips. He smiled mischievously down at his lover as he asked, "Do you think we have time for one more round before they find us, Boromir?"

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THE END

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