Posted: March 2004
Title: I Wish It Often
Author: Haleth
Type: FCS
Characters: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Explicit descriptions of Elven and Dwarf naughty bits, interspecies sex and hirsuteness. Anyone underage or not into explicit sex should run away fast. Anyone with a hairy/stocky Dwarf squick would be advised to run away fast… Any one with a hairless/willowy Elf squick would be advised to do likewise… Pervy Dwarf and Elf fanciers need not heed warning, and should feel free to plunge directly into the smut…ahhhhhhh, as they say on the iced tea commercials.
Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own the Dwarf or the Elf, and earn no profit; making them do these sorts of things together is reward in and of itself.
Summary: Legolas and Gimli's first time was by accident… at first.

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It happened entirely by accident, unplanned and unexpected. But that did not take away from the magnitude, or the pleasure of it.

Legolas and Gimli sat on a low stone wall outside a tavern, on the fourth level of Minas Tirith. The interior of the tavern was far too crowded, and Gimli knew the Elf disliked the smoky atmosphere. Therefore, as on other nights, he had suggested they take their libations outdoors.

Legolas had just finished his cup of wine and was pointing out a favourite constellation when he leaned a little too close to Gimli. He tipped over and found his nose buried in thick dark hair. The soft strands caressed his face, and he found the lingering odour of smoke much less offensive than actual smoke in the air. Gimli instinctively reached out to steady his friend, as if an Elf needed steadying, and found himself with one arm around Legolas's slight waist and the hand of the other resting on a firm thigh.

Neither moved for a moment, and then Legolas chose to lean into the solidity of the Dwarf, something he had been wanting to do for some time. Somehow, the opportunity had never presented itself in quite such an innocent, hence justifiable, fashion.

Gimli did not know what to think. He knew what his immediate instinct was, and crushed it painfully. He had stopped himself from consciously thinking about his friend in that particular manner a long time before. He had seen no evidence at all that Legolas favoured males, let alone Dwarf males, and did not wish to be on the receiving end of whatever punishment an offended Elf might wish to mete. So, he continued to not move, deeming it the safest course of action. It would have been easier had Legolas not been pressing against him like that and breathing life into his hair. He shivered, in spite of the warmth.

"My dear Dwarf," Legolas dared to ask, his voice oddly husky, "could it be that you harbour the same desire as I?"

Gimli was afraid to assume anything, and so he said, "I'm not sure. You are almost close enough for me to read your mind, but not quite."

Legolas took that as an invitation, and moved even closer, nuzzling the thick hair just above Gimli's ear. He raised one pale hand to pat a smooth braid in Gimli's beard. Gimli still did not move. Gimli imagined the Elf's hot breath raised a fine mist on the thick gold earring that pierced the lobe a scant hairsbreadth from soft, he imagined, lips. "Is that close enough?" Legolas whispered.

Gimli curved his fingers around the willowy waist, with only a thin tunic and simple leggings between his rough hand and the pale skin that he further imagined might feel as smooth as polished marble. Legolas answered by curving his torso around the broad trunk of the Dwarf, and burying his face in the lush beard. Then he waited, for Gimli to either push him away or draw him closer.

Gimli breathed in the fresh sweet grass scent of Legolas's hair and felt the hard thigh muscle under his fingers twitch.

Just as Legolas began to fear he had misread the situation in a most embarrassing manner, Gimli's arms encircled him and held him close.

Legolas sighed with relief and lifted his head to touch his lips to Gimli's, not kissing, not puckering, simply touching. His eyes were closed and he was not breathing. Gimli stayed still once more, letting the breath seep in and out of his nose so he would not have to pull away from the supple lips resting on his. He could see golden hair and fair skin and a wondrous future he dared not yet trust.

He hoped this was not a result of too much wine at the same moment that, unbeknownst to him, Legolas thought a quick prayer to Elbereth that this was not a result of too much ale.

Legolas pulled away, and looked into Gimli's eyes.

Gimli felt paralysed. Drowning. Dreamy.

"Gimli?"

He snapped to attention. "Closer, I think, lad. I do believe that closer is in order."

Legolas graced him with a beatific smile and pressed his lips to Gimli's once more. This time he flicked his tongue out over the seam. It felt to Gimli like splashes of cool water on burning embers. He opened his mouth and let the tongue slide into him, wet and searching. He was entirely unprepared for the intensity, and the savoury taste, with just a hint of wine. He thought he might like to spend eternity like that, with his mouth open while Legolas plundered it so shamelessly.

He had never been with a male before, and he had certainly never been with an Elf, but he knew this was what he was meant for. He wanted the Elf inside him forever.

Legolas pulled away after one last, spirited swipe of the tongue across Gimli's lips. "Gimli," he said, slightly out of breath, "I fear I can get no closer in such a public location. May we please retire to our rooms?"

Gimli nodded, still not entirely believing this was happening. It could have been a drunken dream, and he might still wake in the morning, facedown in a mud puddle behind a tavern. However, the hand on his shoulder felt real enough, and the ache in his cock had to be real; for if this were a dream, he would have imagined events to have progressed further by now. As it was, the two warriors climbed the long stair to the next level, keeping a respectable distance from each other's bodies.

Legolas silently cursed his tight leggings and light, casual tunic, which was not quite long enough to hide his desire. Had he known, had he had even a hint that something like this was about to happen, he would have chosen more suitable attire. Anyone who might care to glance down would see his straight, slender shaft straining against his left thigh in a most uncomfortable fashion.

Gimli was thankful for his loose trousers, as they concealed his cock to a degree. He wondered what Legolas would think if he knew that Gimli's cock was swaying between his legs, beginning the slow process of filling. It took some time for Dwarven cock to harden and grow, and Gimli could feel the process was well underway. He looked down inadvertently and could quite clearly see that the same held for Legolas. He could also see that the Elf's cock was rather more delicate in nature than his own, and possessed a beautiful heart-shaped head.

He quickened his pace, and pulled Legolas along with him.

They both feared the other might change his mind during the trek up to the sixth level, so were equally relieved when they arrived at Legolas's room and the Elf opened the door, gesturing for Gimli to enter. Legolas closed the door behind him and threw the bolt. Gimli did not comment on the presumption. Servants had lit a pair of lamps, and in the dim light Legolas looked a bit flustered, his eyes darting around the room alertly. Gimli worried Legolas might be a tad dangerous in that sort of state, so he suggested they have a drink to help them relax.

Legolas went to the sideboard to fetch a bottle of wine. Gimli followed, and they collided when Legolas turned suddenly. He slammed the unopened bottle down on a table. "It is not wine I want to taste," he stated, and drew Gimli closer. Thin fingers unlaced and pulled off Gimli's shirt hastily. Legolas dropped to his knees and ran his fingers through the rich, mahogany pelt on the Dwarf's chest.

"I had a pet fox when I was very young," he breathed quietly. "And I thought I would never feel anything as luxurious again. I was wrong."

Gimli was stunned.

"I hope you will not find me terribly wanting." Legolas pulled off his tunic, revealing a marble carved torso with pale pink nipples. His hands shook, just enough for Gimli to notice, as he picked up Gimli's hands and placed them on his chest.

Gimli slowly dragged his fingers across the hairless skin. "How could I find you wanting?" He followed the sharply defined muscles with his fingertips, let the liquid skin flow under them, paused to brush his thumb over a nipple. It hardened instantly, small and peaked. "You are more exquisite than any gem I have worked. I don't know what else to say."

Legolas sighed and spread his hands over thickly muscled shoulders. "I was hoping you might say you wanted me."

Gimli had to hold back a laugh. "Want? That doesn't begin to express what I feel right now." He trailed one hand up to cup the back of Legolas's neck and pulled him closer for a lingering kiss. Legolas edged forward until their chests were touching, fur against marble, and their arms wound around each other. When the kiss ended, they rested forehead to forehead.

"Gimli, dearest, I am at a loss. I do not know what you desire of me, how I might please you best."

Gimli let out a low chuckle. "You have me at a disadvantage. I am not experienced in the ways of men together, and I know nothing of how to please an Elf."

Legolas stretched, luxuriating in the feel of fur rubbing across his sensitive nipples. "There is no right or wrong. We Elves might spend an entire night only singing to each other and be contented with that intimacy. But you would not, I fear, find that satisfying.

"Nor would I. I wish to revel in your solidity. I want to feel every muscle under my hands. I want you to have whatever you desire."

Gimli took in a ragged breath. "I am overwhelmed by the desire to have you so close to me you are inside me. Your tongue in my mouth fills me with need. I would have more of you within me."

Legolas slid his hand down a well-muscled arm and led Gimli to the hard shaft confined by his leggings. "Are you sure of that? If you are inexperienced, perhaps that might be too much." Gimli's fingers danced over the trapped heat.

"True, you are no slim arrow, but I am a Dwarf. I will survive." He ran his fingers up and down the hot ridge, lingering on the wider head. Legolas moaned at the touch and longed to be freed. The cock swelled under Gimli's palm, and Legolas felt moisture gather at its head. Gimli inhaled deeply, and caught the intoxicating smell of his friend's arousal. He immediately decided it was the most enticing scent in all Arda.

Gimli let go of Legolas and swiftly unlaced his leggings. He thrilled to the feel of silken skin as he peeled the tight garment down over smooth hips and the flat, pale stomach, spare hips and slender thighs. When he pulled the leggings down past the head of Legolas's trapped cock, the Elf sighed and his cock rose up to meet Gimli, who pressed his palm against the shaft, against the hard stomach, noting that the tip almost reached to the shallow depression of Legolas's navel. He was only mildly shocked when he realized the only hair on the Elf's body was a faint dusting of gold around the base, no more hair than one might find on a Dwarf's forearm, but finer and softer. He touched the sparse patch and then circled the base of Legolas's cock with his fingers. An impressive length, he thought to himself, for a non-Dwarf. It rose from Legolas's body with an elegant grace, and was almost as pale as the rest of him, but for the rosy pink hue of the head.

Legolas froze, uncertain of what Gimli's silence meant. He must have been shocked by Legolas's appearance, so plain and stark. He was the opposite of everything he found attractive in the Dwarf, and could understand that Gimli might find him terribly strange.

For his part, Gimli was entranced. Legolas looked as if a master craftsman had carved him from marble. There was not a spare ounce on him, not a wasted line or unnecessary curve. Yet, no matter how slight his form, there were no jutting bones or look of undernourishment. He was economy and grace, smooth perfection. It was hard to believe this could really be his.

"Gimli, I would see you," Legolas said, anxious for Gimli to retreat and leave his cock alone, else he spend before he had the chance to explore further.

Gimli moved back, worried that Legolas wanted the chance to change his mind. He was an honourable Dwarf, and would not accept anything unless it were freely offered. If the Elf found his form repulsive in any way he would not pressed the issue. He decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. He kicked his boots to one side, untied his trousers and let them drop to the floor.

Legolas took in a sharp breath. Everything he saw made his heart sing. He'd already seen the broad shoulders and arms, thick with muscle and decorated with bands of Dwarvish runes inked across biceps, the powerfully broad chest with muscles defined well even through he thick pelt. He marvelled at the ridges of abdominal muscle under smooth skin covered by a lighter dusting of hair, and the thick hair in the centre that led down.

Legolas let the breath back out with a hiss when he saw how Gimli's cock lay thick against the large, dark-furred balls. Still only half-hard, having not been properly touched at all, it hung heavily. The Elf reached forward and curled his fingers around the yielding bulk. Gimli watched his face carefully, alert for signs of rejection. But Legolas wore a look of wonder as he explored and watched it grow in his hand, and his pink lips parted sweetly. How Gimli yearned to feel those lips on his cock. Legolas stroked the length of him and Gimli had to bite back a groan. For now his cock was growing in earnest, and it had been so long since that had happened, it was almost painful. Legolas loosened his grip, fearful that he might have handled him too harshly.

Gimli moaned his disappointment. "You're not going to break me. That part of a Dwarf is built as sturdily as the rest. You've done nothing to dissuade me."

Legolas smiled, almost shyly. Once more, he fervently hoped this was more than a passing fancy. It would be devastating to discover this was but a whim. When he looked into Gimli's eyes, they glittered at him darkly.

"I have no second thoughts, my dear Elf." Gimli said it so he could see that smile, so beautiful, but he noted that the concern lingered. He had no idea what Legolas was worried about, or why he could doubt Gimli's desire. Gimli shivered when Legolas combed through the hair at the bottom of his belly, just above his cock where it curled into almost ringlets. Legolas worried that Gimli might be cold, and there was not even a fire lit. He rose swiftly and crossed the room to the fireplace.

Gimli watched after him with awe. Legolas was built the same all over, and the clean lines of his back, the curve of his calf, the smooth, pale globes of his ass, were a thrill to behold. He could tell how they would feel just from looking at them. He thought of his own body, thicker and coarser, made for carrying heavy loads. Not nearly so delicate.

Legolas knelt by the fireplace and struck a flint next to the dry tinder. He bent and blew on the sparks to coax the flames, and Gimli's head reeled. With his legs slightly parted, Legolas had exposed himself entirely to the Dwarf. The cleft of his ass parted and Gimli could see the tiny hole there, so neat and clean. Gimli knew that if he were in such a position, and Legolas were watching, the view would be entirely different. He would have to reach back to pull his ass cheeks apart before his hole would be so visible, and instead of the delicate pink hole – Gimli uttered a silent thanks to the Valar for his keen Dwarven night vision in the dimly lit room – his own opening would be obscured by thick hair. As well, while Dwarves were meticulous about keeping their hair clean, there was an earthy smell about the nether regions as well. He wondered how Legolas would react to it.

Gimli was pondering that last point when Legolas turned to face him again. The light of the new fire flickered around him, outlining his body and making his hair glow like the sun. With his face in shadow, Legolas's expression was hidden, but his intention was clear when he held out his hand. "Come, Gimli, let us warm ourselves by the fire."

Gimli muttered something about Elves needing no warming and Legolas's laughter was so bright it heated him more that the fire ever could.

"My dear Dwarf, Elves are not harmed by the cold, that does not mean we do not feel it. We enjoy the heat of a fire, or a body close to us. Come."

Gimli walked slowly toward his friend. He could feel Legolas's eyes on his body, his thick legs, and the way his heavy cock swayed in front of his over-sized balls; over-sized, that is, compared to the far more delicate ones between Legolas's slim legs.

Legolas lay on his side, legs primly together, leaning on one arm. The other hand wandered idly over the surface of the thick, woven rug, plucking at the uneven surface nervously. He had decided to bare himself like that quite on purpose, as one final test, to give Gimli the chance to back out now, rather than to crush Legolas's heart later, if Gimli decided he needed a more substantial, more Dwarvish lover. If Gimli found him too bland or odd or thin or hairless, surely he would tell him now rather than wait until Legolas's hopes were soaring.

He was careful to keep his face in shadow so his blush would remain hidden. He hadn't known he could still blush after all these centuries. He could always blame it on his proximity to the fire. What did Gimli think of him? For the first time, his long limbs felt ungainly. He had not overly thought about his body before, especially not his genitals. They were typically Elven, and lacked the fascinating amount of detail Gimli's showed. Legolas's cock was smooth and pale with no real point of interest other than the shape of the head.

He found Gimli so much more alluring. Thick veins decorated the still-growing shaft. They would feel wonderful under his tongue. The skin was wrinkled and soft along the shaft, resting in folds beneath the round head, which was rich, reddish brown. Legolas wondered at the folds of skin. Just how much longer would this cock grow? Legolas compared his own, round compact balls to Gimli's loose furred sacs. The Dwarf's balls hung heavy and full, with the loose sacs hanging over Gimli's lower thigh when he took up his position on his side. Legolas yearned to take them in his mouth and gently suck on them.

Legolas let his hand trail down the long beard and over Gimli's stomach. "I am so intrigued I know not where to begin. But this seems as good a place as any." He lightly touched Gimli's cock. The skin was hot and dry, so dry it had a powdery texture. It took on a more rubbery feel nearer the head. Instead of his own thin, discrete slit, Legolas was astonished to touch the round hole, which had remained dry up to then, until Legolas made a little purring noise in response to the feel of Gimli's cock under his fingers. The sound forced the release of a drop of clear fluid, which Legolas smeared on his finger and lifted to his darting tongue.

Gimli wondered at the flavour of Legolas's cock, and greatly desired it on his tongue. In spite of his inexperience with men, he was well aware of how to accomplish that goal. He shuffled down the rug and took the pale shaft in his mouth.

Legolas froze again. He knew that, to other races, Elves might have a peculiar taste. Indeed, even some Elves did not enjoy the taste of Elf. Mortals expected sweetness or a clean tree-ish taste, not the robust reality of Elven musk. He was relieved to hear Gimli's murmur of approval.

Gimli was correct in his assumptions that any part of the elf would feel good inside him. He let the taste fill him to his toes. He pursed his lips and kissed the delicate tip, then took the head back into his mouth. He brushed his fingers over Legolas's testicles, so different from his own. The hard little balls quivered under his fingers. Curious, he thought to himself. He stroked carefully and realized that Elven testicles became engorged with arousal much as a cock did. He tested how sensitive they were, which had Legolas panting and moaning in no time. A few more drops of enticing piquant fluid strayed into his mouth and made his tongue crave more. He sucked harder on the head, hoping to draw out more.

Gimli gradually became aware that Legolas wanted him to stop. He lifted his head when the tugs on his hair became too painful to ignore. "Is this a problem Legolas? We Dwarves, though slow to harden, can last the nightlong. If I were to, hmm, complete you, would that be the end of it?"

Legolas stared down at him with wide blue eyes. "No. Not at all. We Elves, if so desired, can last the night as well, and may endure many completions in that span. In fact, we do not consider them completions at all, but rather peaks."

Gimli grinned. "Excellent. I would very much like to see you peak, and taste your peak as well." He sucked the delicious head back into his mouth and cupped the balls in his palm, squeezing them gently. He felt Legolas's fingers wind into his hair, not pulling now but caressing and urging him on. Gimli changed his angle so his beard brushed against the tight sacs, and his moustache bristled over the shaft.

Legolas made a strangled cry, "Oh, Gimli, I…" as his balls pulsed hard, and then his cock pulsed, and a flood of semen filled Gimli's eager mouth. It was not as bitter as the earlier fluid. It was fresher, and it combined with the lingering earlier taste perfectly. Gimli kept sucking even as he swallowed. Legolas had to take deep, gasping breaths to cope with the strength of his pleasure as it flowed through his whole body in waves.

Once his balls emptied, his cock began to soften. Gimli let the shaft slip from his mouth, and watched the balls soften as well, the hairless skin crinkling as the contents shrank. Slender fingers released his hair and urged him up toward Legolas's mouth.

Gimli licked his lips anxiously. The taste was still strong, enthralling. He was unsure of the etiquette. Legolas solved the problem by planting his mouth firmly upon Gimli's. He wrapped his long limbs around his stocky lover, eager to feel fur everywhere. He ran his hands over Gimli's broad back, testing the slabs of muscle under surprisingly smooth skin. The Dwarf's back was almost hairless, save for at the base of the spine, where hair began to grow straight and soft, becoming wirier where Legolas trailed his fingers between rounded buttocks.

Slim fingers raked through the thicker hair of the cleft until they found the puckered hole. The tight ring tensed under his touch, and he soothed it with soft strokes. He pulled his head back, nudging Gimli's chin with his, coaxing his tongue out of the furnace of the Dwarf's mouth. The rested, panting, nose to nose.

"Have you changed your mind about me being inside you?" Legolas asked, pressing his fingers lightly against the hot hole.

"On the contrary. I've enjoyed every part of you inside me so far, I see no reason I would not enjoy all of you."

"That pleases me so, Gimli, but I want a part of you inside me first." With that, he flowed like liquid down Gimli's body. He paused to draw a nipple between his lips, feeling his desire heat and burn anew when the rubbery nub elongated and Gimli growled. Chest hairs tickled his nose and chin, and the lovely bumps that surrounded the thick teat made his tongue itch for more sensation. Gimli bucked against him with some urgency, and Legolas flowed further down. Legolas caught the wide, leaking head with his tongue.

The taste was rich and thick like honeyed cream. He made the tip of his tongue into a sharp point and wriggled it in the round hole. Gimli grunted and grew even larger. Legolas opened his jaw wide and took the head deeper inside his mouth, tracing his tongue over thick, pulsing veins. He wrapped his fingers around the base and slid them up and down. He stoked the hanging ball sac with the fingers of his other hand. The testicles rolled inside, and Legolas loved the slightly higher pitched noises this drew from the Dwarf's panting lips. The lush hairs at the base of the cock stole his attention for a moment, and he ran his fingers through them, combing them into thick curls.

There was so much variety, so many different textures to explore. Soft hairs, wiry hairs, wrinkled skin, smooth skin, so very much to keep a tactile Elf occupied. The cock was very hard now, the skin stretched tight. Gimli moaned urgently and spread his legs in invitation. Legolas coasted his fingers over the loose scrotum and below, where coarse hairs on the thick bulge of Gimli's perineum, engorged with blood and passion, met his questing fingers. Legolas could imagine the folds of skin around the hole, soft and tender under thick hair, stretching out around his cock.

He reluctantly pulled his lips away from the delicious cock. "Do you have anything to ease my way?" he asked breathlessly.

Gimli took a moment to come back to the moment. He had not been experiencing any thoughts at all, only sensations, so the words were a jumble at first. "Something to what? We are in YOUR room, my dear Elf," he pointed out.

Legolas smiled up at him, a dazzling full smile like the sun. "So we are!" he said brightly, and rose with as much grace as his dizziness would allow. Gimli noted that Legolas was growing hard again. He could not help but remember the Elf's tireless pursuit of the missing Hobbits across the plains of Rohan. If his sexual endurance was anywhere near as impressive, Gimli was in store for a long night.

Legolas walked to where his pack lay on a chest of drawers and rifled through its contents. He withdrew a small tin of salve and opened it as he returned to the fireside. Gimli was mesmerized by the way his bare feet seemed to scarcely touch the floor, the way his slim hips curved when he stepped forward, the way his cock rocked in time with his steps. He lowered himself to the floor, folding his long legs beneath him as he knelt between Gimli's spread thighs.

Gimli could not remember when he'd rolled onto his back. Now he watched as Legolas reached beneath him and stroked the place no one had touched before. A slick finger glided over him.

"If I pain you in any way…" Legolas whispered softly.

Gimli cold only shake his head. He mouth fell open when the first fingertip slipped past the tightly guarded muscle. Legolas felt his own jaw drop as the ring spread to admit his finger. He slid in to the first joint, the second. Gimli was hot inside, griping smooth walls. The virgin hole opened up for him like magic. A second finger fit easily, and Legolas rotated and curled his fingertips until he found a firmer swell inside. Gimli swore, and the words Legolas could not understand went straight to his already hard cock.

"My dearest," he said in an uncharacteristically strained voice, "you appear to have a natural talent for accepting me into your generous body." He leaned over the prone Dwarf to take his mouth in a slow, languorous kiss. His fingers quickened, and Gimli's hips rose up to meet them. A third finger stretched him more, until Gimli's opening was loose and burning with desire.

"Inside," was all Gimli could think to say. He was proud it came out in the common tongue, and not some ancient form of Kudzul Legolas could misinterpret.

Legolas reached for the salve to coat his cock, still working the fingers of his other hand deep inside, thrilling to the heat of the velvet walls. He bent to take the dark cock in his mouth again. There was more liquid seeping from it now, milder than the taste of Elf. It was salt and bitter and water from deep below the earth. Gimli grasped Legolas's shoulders and hauled him up over his chest. "Inside," he repeated, more gruffly.

He stiffened when the head nudged at his slick opening. He feared for an instant that it might hurt. But Dwarves had a high tolerance for pain, and it was not really pain, more of a surprise. He stretched wide to accommodate the Elf; the sense of fullness was overwhelming. The cock might have been slim but the head was not, and when it breached the hole, the ring of muscle contracted harshly around narrower part of the shaft.

"Forgive me," Legolas gasped, his head reeling from the pressure, his mind screaming at him to be careful, his body urging him to delve deeper into the heat.

Gimli reached down, sliding his hands over long, lean back muscles to cup firm buttocks, and pressed down. The curve of Legolas's cock head bumped over something inside him and he fairly howled. "If this is pain, then it is the best pain I have ever felt."

Legolas willed himself to remain still, to allow his lover a chance to breathe. By curling his long torso, he could rest his lips against Gimli's forehead. It meant he could not rub against Gimli's body, so he prayed there would be opportunity for that later. At this moment, he concentrated on Gimli's shallow breathing, the heat radiating off him, and the lingering taste of his cock. He would not hurt his lover, he had to stay in control.

The control lasted only until Gimli grunted and pushed his ass up off the floor. Legolas pulled out and pressed back in, which made Gimli hook one calf over the back of Legolas's thigh to urge him to move faster. Legolas responded with ferocity, ramming into Gimli with the exact amount of pressure required to coax a flurry of Dwarvish that could only be profanity. Legolas hummed loudly as he fucked his Dwarf. His back arched up and Gimli was rewarded by the sight of his beautiful Elf in the zenith of passion, eyes tightly shut and mouth open in a wordless cry, while the strage humming flowed from him.

He had not thought it would feel like this. He had never, truth be told, thought at all of what it would feel like to be taken this way. Legolas's body pushing against him, cock filling him over and over, the feel of smooth belly rubbing over his own hard cock, and the sight of Legolas's enraptured face combined to make him want to shout as loud as possible, for all to hear. Legolas threw his head back and the tie holding his braid snapped, so waves of gold streamed over his shoulders. His arms shook as he held his arched body over Gimli's, and his chest gleamed in the firelight. Gimli strained to curl up off the floor so he could reach down, over the firm ass and between. His blunt fingers brushed over the tiny opening he'd seen earlier. Gimli wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, but he patted and rubbed the little ridges until Legolas shook above him and keened loudly. He felt the hole ripple at the same time Legolas's cock shuddered inside him.

Legolas gasped, let out that strangled cry again and fell forward. Gimli was happy to lie back and feel the weight of the Elf cover him from head to toe, although not quite from side to side. His cock pressed up into a smooth, firm belly, and the pressure woke him to his own desire. He'd been so intent on the spectacle of the Elf's dramatic release, he'd almost forgotten himself. Legolas panted into his hair, breath hot and wet and trying to speak to him. He recognized some Sindarin, and a snatch of a language he'd heard Gandalf and Aragorn use a few times.

Once he regained his senses, Legolas pulled out carefully and melted down Gimli's body until his mouth hovered over Gimli's erection. He pumped the shaft with his fingers, sucked the head into his mouth, teased the hole with his tongue, massaged the length of it in his humming mouth. Gimli stared up at the ceiling and groaned. Dwarves did normally take the full span of a night to find their peak, but his Elf had other ideas. Durin himself would not last long under this assault. Added to the sheer bliss of what Legolas was doing to his cock, there was the matter of loose, silken hair sliding over his belly and hips and balls, the musical sounds coming from the excited Elf, who hummed around his bulk, the slender body writhing over legs, long fingers tugging on his hair, stroking his skin, fuelling his fire. Legolas began to bob his head up and down on the thick shaft, and the sight of that was what pushed Gimli to his completion. With a moan deeper than Khazad-Dum, he spilled into the Elf's throat.

Legolas's throat spasmed as he swallowed the rich and plentiful flow. The cock throbbed hard and long, and Gimli kept moaning until it ebbed. Legolas licked around to catch anything he'd missed, loving the texture and taste of hot skin under his tongue. Gimli was truly a treasure.

Gimli relaxed onto the floor, spent. "Aye, you'll be the death of me, lad," he muttered.

Legolas fairly bounced up the Dwarf's prone body, eyes dancing with delight. "I certainly hope not! I should like to do that again." His smile faltered and he looked quite serious suddenly. "That is, if you want it as well, of course." His eyes focussed ahead, trained on the fading fire.

With some difficulty, Gimli lifted his head and gazed down at the pale limbs stretched out beside him. Legolas glowed in the firelight, his arms and legs shone with the sweat of their lovemaking and his long cock twitched between lean thighs. Unbelievable, Gimli thought. The Elf is keen for another go already. He sighed. "I want the same, but I fear even a sturdy Dwarf does not have the stamina to repeat this as often as you might desire."

Legolas blushed and moved his top thigh forward to shield his cock from view. "Pay that no mind, Gimli. It will pass. It is only that you taste so very good, and I cannot help my reaction to you." He licked his lips with a flourish.

Gimli laughed, and reached down to pull a long leg over his thigh. Legolas's hard cock pressed against his spent one, and it was the Elf's turn to sigh. He nestled against the furry torso happily.

It was Gimli's turn to be serious next. "Legolas, I will not expect you to… what I mean to say is, there is no obligation to repeat this." He didn't want to say it, but he wanted to make it clear to his friend that he would not pressure him. The night was, in his mind, a magnificent gift. He would forever be grateful for it. But to ask an Elf to bind himself in any way to a mortal seemed presumptuous at best. He caressed the hard line of Legolas's shoulder and waited for a response.

Legolas reared up, and his face crumpled. "You mean you don't wish to? Ever again?"

"Oh, I do, I assure you. I wish it. I wish it often. I just assumed…"

Legolas looked thoroughly confused. "But you said… and then… I feared you tired of me already."

"Tire of you?" The concept was alien.

"I am so plain." Legolas shrugged. "It is well for an Elf, but you are so varied, so interesting, so… textured." He couldn't stop himself from rubbing his chest against Gimli's again. "I must be…"

"You must be the most beautiful creature I have ever see, and I'll hear no more about you being plain! Even were you the same all over, I would appreciate that one texture very much indeed. However, my foolish Elf, you are of many more than one. Perhaps it takes the skilled eye and fingers of a Dwarf to fully appreciate them." He ran a single finger down the back of Legolas's arm, and back up to glide over his shoulder, up the side of his neck, and rest at the base of his ear. "And I have not even found the time to appreciate this." He gently caressed the slip of Legolas's ear. "Now this I could take an age to explore." He rubbed two fingers over the very tip of it.

The Elf's eyes fluttered closed, and his cock stirred against Gimli. "Oh, Gimli. If only we had the time…"

"We do. We have every night, and every day, for as long as I…" he hesitated.

Legolas opened his eyes again. "Don't think about that. We will have each other for as long as we wish it."

Gimli kissed him gently. "And right now, I wish it until I am too tired too move." He pressed his hips against Legolas's insistent cock and felt new heat flow into his own. "And that will be many hours from now, I promise you."

Legolas laughed. "If you fall asleep on top of me I shall never forgive you!"

Gimli grinned and pulled Legolas on top of him. "That can be easily avoided. But do shift down a bit, I think I have an ear to explore…"

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