Just Dessert

Just Dessert

Posted: October 27, 2006
Title: Just Dessert
Sequel to: Done with Enthusiasm
Author: Elohir Mornedhel
Type: FCS
Characters: Elrond/Legolas
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.
Prompt: Dessert
Warnings: slash - homoerotic acts between two consenting males, be they elves or men
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649

Summary: Legolas takes his punishment.

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“You are angry with me?” Legolas questioned as he stopped at the balcony door. He watched Elrond as the elf laid down his quill, sanded the ink and then closed the book after a few moments. Nervously he bit is lower lip as Elrond had yet to say a word. A shiver raced through him. At the Bruinen, it had been amusing to see Elrond explain away his bite. Now, he wasn’t so sure.

“Come inside,” came the soft command.

Silently Legolas stepped into the room. He lowered his gaze to the floor and clasped his hands behind his back. Those were the only signs of his concern. He felt Elrond’s eyes on him like a physical touch. They ran over him from head to toe, making him tremble and harden with desire.

A knock sounded at the door and he waited silently while Elrond answered it. From underneath his lashes, he saw Elrond carry a tray full of jars. Each one had a lid and a handle inside it. His curiosity was piqued.

“What are those?” he asked raising cerulean eyes to storm gray.

“Jars,” Elrond answered as he placed them on the huge bed in the center of his private chambers.

“I see they are jars, Elrond,” Legolas said, “What are they for?”

“My, aren’t we curious,” the lord smiled.

At that moment, Legolas knew he was in trouble. Elrond had silently promised retribution at the river and he knew the lord never made idle threats. The thing was, he didn’t know if he was going to enjoy this or not.

“Strip,” Elrond commanded as he tossed his robes over a chair

Legolas felt his mouth water as the broad expanse of Elrond’s chest was exposed. Sleek muscles shifted under taut bronzed flesh as the Peredhel moved to stand at the end of the bed.

“Did you not hear me?” he asked.

“Yes,” Legolas answered breathlessly, “I heard you.”

“ Yet you remained clothed.”

Legolas moved further into the room, shedding clothing as he went. He stopped before Elrond; naked as the day he’d been born. His eyes were dark with desire and his breath came in little pants of anticipation. He wanted those hands on him. He wanted that mouth on his. His shaft rose as he thought of all the things he wanted Elrond to do to him.

“Saes (Please), Elrond,” he said, “Do not be angry with me. It was an impulse. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable or mad.”

“Lie down,” Elrond said, “on the bed.”

With a sigh, Legolas did as he was told. He made to lie down on his side but stopped when Elrond shook his head. A tingle of fear slid through him. What was Elrond planning?

“On your back,” Elrond ordered, “Grip the headboard.”

Shaking hands reached up to wrap around the wooden posts of Elrond’s headboard. Legolas hated the way they shook.

“Spread your legs.”

Not a single endearment had left Elrond’s lips. It made Legolas fearful and hesitant. Yet, he loved Elrond and would deny him nothing. Slowly he parted his thighs. He closed his eyes, thinking of how exposed he felt. Not to mention cold. He felt cold without the love he usually felt from Lord Elrond.

The bed dipped as Elrond sat next to him. The jars clinked and Legolas was reminded of their presence. What was in them? What did Elrond plan to do? He opened his eyes and moved to speak but Elrond placed one long finger upon his lips. He gasped in pleasure at the mere touch.

“Do not speak,” Elrond said softly, “Keep your eyes closed.”

“But,” Legolas began. He was silenced by a quick kiss. A little mew of protest escaped him as his lover pulled away.

“Shhh, your punishment begins,” Elrond whispered. “No matter what, you are neither to let go of the headboard nor close your legs. In fact, part them wider.”

Legolas whimpered but spread his thighs farther apart. He closed his eyes and waited. Patience was not one of the Greenwood Prince’s virtues, at least not in the bedroom. He gasped and almost released the headboard when something very warm was drizzled over his chest. It went down his sternum, between the ridges of his abdomen muscles and pooled in his navel. Another liquid followed the first and the smell of chocolate filled the air. Yet, this one continued further. He moaned as it was drizzled over the head of his aching cock and he felt it jerk in response.

“Do not move,” Elrond commended though there was amusement in his voice.

Warmth surrounded each nipple, coating it and making it tighten. Legolas moaned tossed his head to one side, panting against his arm. A loud gasp shot through his lips as something thick and cool suddenly landed on his nipple, first one and then the other. Dollops of cold dropped onto his heated skin and crowned his straining cock.

“Open your mouth, pen vain (beautiful one),” Elrond whispered.

Legolas opened his mouth and felt a rounded object placed on his tongue. The flavor burst in his mouth and he quickly pulled the cherry, stem and all between his lips. With deft twists and flicks, he turned the stem into a trinity knot and ate the cherry. He pushed the stem out of his mouth and Elrond’s laughter rolled over him.

All thought was driven from his mind as the wicked Lord of Imladris applied his oral skills to Legolas’ skin. Elrond held him down when he tried to arch into that hot mouth. He swirled the warm liquids over Legolas’ stomach in intricate patterns that set the Greenwood elf’s skin to burning.

“Elrond,” he whimpered, “Saes.”

“Take your punishment, pen melui (sweet one),” Elrond chuckled as he licked the sweet cream from his lover’s nipple. “It tastes so much better on you, Legolas.”

“By the Valar,” Legolas moaned.

Slowly Elrond worked his way down, licking the caramel and chocolate sauce from the pale flesh of the archer’s tight abdomen. He wanted to rush, to take the hard sundae he’d created between the prince’s quivering thighs. Moans and purrs of appreciation slipped passed his lips but he forced himself to move slowly, to drive Legolas to the brink with each teasing lick and suck.

“Shall I mark you as mine, Legolas?” he purred as he delicately licked chocolate sauce from the prince’s navel. “Shall I leave a bite mark? Or perhaps you wish me to suck and suck until a red mark appears on your pale sweet flesh?”

“I am yours, Elrond,” Legolas cried, pressing upwards with his hips, “Saes, meleth (love).”

“You look sinful, melui nín (my sweet),” Elrond whispered, breathing against Legolas’ straining shaft, “The chocolate has dripped down your cock, leaving trails that just beg to be licked and sucked until you scream. The whipped cream crowns the head of your shaft, tempting me to take it all in my mouth.”

“Saes, Elrond… do not make me wait anymore!” Legolas moaned, “Take me, meleth. Aniron le nedh-nin (I want you inside me).”

“In due time, meleth, in due time,” Elrond murmured as he delicately licked the whipped cream from the head of his cock. In one rush, he engulfed the tip in his mouth, sucking hard and fast. He swirled his tongue around as he wrought scream after moan from Legolas’ sweet lips. His lover strained beneath him, trying to thrust as he was rushed to the edge of pleasure.

“No… Oh Valar, Elrond!” Legolas cried, as he was shoved closer and closer to his peak.

“No?” Elrond purred,

“When I come… I want you inside me, meleth,” he whimpered as Elrond’s slick finger swirled around his opening, “There is nothing like coming with your cock buried in my body Elrond. I need it… saes, meleth.”

“As you wish, meleth nín (my love),” Elrond purred.

One hard thrust and the Lord of Imladris claimed the Prince of Greenwood. A scream of pleasure was Legolas’ response as Elrond’s aim was sure and true. Each thrust thereafter brought cries from sweet lips. He was well and thoroughly taken, his channel pounded unmercifully by the thick cock buried between his buttocks. He would have it no other way. Elrond always mastered him, brought him the sweetest, most intense pleasure and made him incredibly loved.

He felt the shudder run through Elrond’s body, and those long fingers wrapped around his cock to stroke in time with the hips pistoning between his thighs. His vision darkened as he began to shatter. The name of his beloved flew from his lips as he came, spilling his seed over that masterful hand and his own taut skin. Not even a second later, he felt the rush of blistering heat as Elrond shot his essence deep within him. This was how he wanted to be… forever.

Elrond collapsed on top of Legolas; heedless of the sticky mess they had created. He kissed the slender neck and wrapped his arms around his lover. Legolas did not like him to pull out immediately after. He preferred to feel Elrond’s shaft inside him even after they had both peaked. And so Elrond granted him this.

“And that, pen melui, is your just dessert,” Elrond purred as he licked the line of Legolas’ shoulder, “Next time you wish to mark me, let me know. It will be a mutual thing.”

Two hard pulls and Elrond left his mark on the Prince’s neck. It would be clear to all that Legolas was his and no other’s.

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THE END

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