Claiming The Greenleaf 39

Claiming The Greenleaf

Part 39

Posted: September 29, 2006
Title: Claiming the Greenleaf
Author: Elohir Mornedhel

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Clothing fell to the floor. Strong bodies brushed and pressed together as breathing increased. Their hands wandered, seeking only to bring pleasure.

Legolas rolled until he straddled the golden elf’s thighs. Smiling wickedly, he rocked his hips brushing their erections together. A bolt of joy shot through him at Glorfindel’s moan.

“You have… learned quite well,” the Balrog Slayer laughed as he grasped those lovely hips.

“I have the best teacher,” Legolas answered.

The Lord of Gondolin found the words stolen from his throat as his beloved sucked one nipple into his hot mouth. That wicked tongue flicked the tip rapidly while dexterous archer’s fingers pinched and rolled the other.

A trail of fire was left down his chest and over his belly by soft lips and a flicking tongue. Legolas swirled the tip of his tongue around Glorfindel’s navel before dipping in. Then he followed the invisible line to the straining shaft of his beloved. Slowly he licked the tip like a cat tasting cream. He smiled at the golden elf’s moan before enveloping his entire length in one fell swoop.

“By the Valar,” Glorfindel shouted as he gripped the sheets.

Exquisite pleasure raced through him as he collapsed back on the bed. Indeed, Legolas had learned quickly and well. Glorfindel’s skin burned with desire and his hips rocked into the heat of Legolas’ mouth. He buried his fingers into his pale locks, pressing down on his head once more before pulling the wood elf up for a deep kiss.

“You are so very delectable,” the prince purred as he shifted his body.

This was not their first bout and Legolas was still slick. Easily he took him in, moving slowly to feel every inch of Glorfindel’s shaft sliding into him. He moaned against the Balrog Slayer’s mouth when he was finally seated.

“I am not the only one,” Glorfindel panted as he gripped those hips once more.

Watching his cerulean eyes, the golden elf lifted Legolas up, guiding his movements. They had already done fast and passionate. Now he wanted to watch the slow slide into oblivion . He wanted to see the pleasure flood Legolas’ face as he came.

“Glorfindel,” the prince whimpered.

Each thrust was aimed perfectly at his sweet spot. He gripped Glorfindel’s broad shoulders as his movements became erratic. Pleasure washed over and through him. A strangled cry ripped its way from his throat as long experienced fingers wrapped around his shaft.

The energy built within him, feeling as if it was going to burst from his body at any moment. Each movement either impaled him or pushed him through Glorfindel’s hand. Fingers danced over the head, spreading his fluid over his aching cock.

“Come for me, A’maelamin (my Beloved),” Glorfindel purred as he captured one ear tip between his teeth. He increased his strokes, driving Legolas before him. He watched as his Sinda prince came apart in his arms. There was no sight more beautiful to him then this elf in the heights of passion. No sound was sweeter to his ears than the sound of Legolas’ voice crying his name as he spilled his essence over his muscled stomach. There was no place he would rather be than deep within his beloved, feeling the tight channel convulsing around his hard length, pulling him into his peak. Shudders racked his body as he spilled inside Legolas. Strong arms wrapped around the Sinda prince, holding him tightly to his chest.

“I will never let you go,” he swore against the sweet skin of Legolas’ neck. “Not ever.”

“Then there is one more thing you must do for me,” Legolas whispered as they curled together in the sheets.

“Anything,” Glorfindel swore.

“On Midsummer’s,” Legolas whispered as he brought his mouth within mere centimeters of Glorfindel’s lips. “I want you to bond with me.”

Something broke within Glorfindel’s chest. Tears spilled down his face as he stared into the younger ellon’s (m. elf) eyes.

“Do you truly mean that?” he whispered.

“With all my heart and soul,” Legolas answered. “I want to be joined to you for all time, Glorfindel o Imladris.”

“Then my answer is yes,” the golden elf answered as he crushed Legolas’ mouth with his. “Yes.”

“Yes?” Legolas asked with a laugh as he was pushed back against the bed and kissed senseless.

“Yes,” Glorfindel breathed into his mouth.

“Good,” Legolas whispered back.

Then there was no need for words. Their bodies did their talking.

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