Closer

Closer

Posted: May 5, 2008
Title: Closer
Author: Elohir Mornedhel
Type: FCS
Characters: Estel/???
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas none of them are mine and I don't make any money off them. But I DO enjoy playing with them.
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649

Summary: Woodland rendezvous.

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Creeping silently through the woods, he approached the secluded pool. Hazel eyes shining brightly, he gently parted the branches of the bush. A smile crept on to his face as he spied his prize. Of course, the sight before him made his breath catch in his throat. So beautiful, taut smooth skin over muscles of steel, he couldn't take his eyes from the sight. It was getting harder and harder to conceal his desire for his friend.

There were still a few more feet of undergrowth between him and the edge where the object of his obsession stood, naked as the day he was born. Long pale golden hair fell down past his waist, brushing over the firm curves of his buttocks. He drew closer, sliding into the underbrush, wanting a closer look at such perfection.

Long archer's fingers swept through those tresses and Estel couldn't help but moan. He froze, waiting to see if the other had heard him. There was no sign that his fear was valid and he crept closer. Kneeling on the ground, he watched intently, his hand sliding slowly down to stroke his growing arousal. No matter how far he traveled, this being always drew him back. He could escape neither his dreams, nor his desires.

Fully hard in just a few moments, he clamped his teeth together, trying to suppress the moans clawing their way up his throat. Suddenly, the branches parted and he stared into piercing blue Elven eyes. His hand was drawn away from his shaft by light fingers wrapped around his wrist and he was brought to his feet. Slowly he was drawn forward out onto the small grass outcropping. In silence, Estel's clothing was removed and placed neatly to one side. His partner drew him down onto the grass, making him tuck his arms under his head.

"Do nothing," that sweet voice whispered, "Save enjoy."

"I," his words ended on a gasp as his erection was wrapped in long Elven fingers. Slowly they stroked, sending darts of pleasure shooting through his body. He arched into the touch, his breath hissing through his teeth.

"Easy, Estel," the voice purred. With a wicked smile, he slowly licked around the head of the Adan's (man's) shaft, tasting his desire and wanting more. In one smooth motion, he took the entire length, burying his nose in the curling hair at the base. A loud growl of pleasure was his reward. He'd longed to do this, to taste the young Adan (man) and hear his quiet husky voice rise in pleasure. His own arousal had built as he'd listened to Estel creep closer and closer to where he stood. Now was finally the right time.

Slow and steady was the rhythm set upon his cock. He couldn't move as his hips were pinned beneath strong arms. Pleasure beyond anything he previously experienced flowed through him like the tide, matching the movement of the hot, wet mouth.

"Aahh," he moaned, one hand burying tightly in golden hair, "So... hot. I can't... more."

"Closer," that voice purred. The sound vibrating through him as the cool air caressed his shaft. "I want you closer, Estel."

"H... how much closer? I can take... no more, saes (please)," he begged. "I need... "

"Ah, but you can meleth (love)," came the reply. The mouth was drawn away from his cock and he moaned in disappointment. Strong thighs straddled his and his eyes shot open. He watched in complete shock as strong Elven fingers slid between spread thighs. The most erotic thing he'd ever seen was his love preparing himself, his pleasure clearly evident on his face.

Another moan tore its way from between his lips as his cock was enveloped in tight heat. So different from the one he'd just experienced. Soon his lover settled tightly on him. He opened his eyes, staring into striking blue.

"Now watch, Estel."

He could do naught but obey the command. At the first downward thrust, he gripped slender pale hips, his head thrown back in pleasure.

Slowly he rode the Adan (man), picking up speed as his pleasure built. Larger than his other lovers, Estel filled him, stretched him. As he watched the pleasure dance across the Adan's (man's) face, he began to stroke his aching shaft. Each moan matched each movement of his hips and hand.

"Yes, that's it, Estel," he purred, "Come closer, closer to that edge. Stretch for it. Reach. Fall with me, melethen (lover),"

Estel could hold back no more. His body exploded deep within the tight passage. His voice roared like a mighty lion, his body clenched in a sensual vice as he joined his lover in ecstasy.

"HALDIR!"

"Yes, melethen," Haldir purred, his own body convulsing as he spilled his essence across Estel's chest, "I am yours for eternity."

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