Oil Slick

Oil Slick

Posted: June 6, 2008
Title: Oil Slick
Author: Tena
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Thranduil
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I just play with them and will return them relatively unharmed when I am done.
Warning: It’s part of Thranduil’s Kinky Table, enough said.
50 Kinky Ways prompt: Oil

Summary: Thranduil helps Erestor relax after a hard day.

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Thranduil took the bowl from the holder above the flame and poured some of the warmed oil into his hands. Coating his palms thoroughly, he placed them on the broad firm back of his lover and began to rub the oil over the tense muscles. The king smiled at the appreciative moan his actions elicited.

“Feels good,” moaned the voice from under the black tresses.

“You are so tense. Relax,” Thranduil coaxed, increasing the pressure of his hands.

The room was already warm and getting warmer the longer Thranduil touched his lover. Luckily, Thranduil had thought to remove his own robes before beginning his treatment. He was so happy to see his lover and could not wait to get him alone. All throughout their meetings he was distracted, but not too distracted to notice his lover’s discomfort.

“You should have told me sooner how much pain you were in, melethronen,” he whispered in Erestor’s delicate ear. It was the only thing delicate about his lover. Most thought the councilor weak and delicate, but they had no idea what lie under the stern face and flowing robes. The bounds of Erestor’s heart were as endless as was his passion.

“The sooner we started the meetings, the sooner we would be finished and in here. Alone. together. Just like this,” he purred as Thranduil kneaded his lower back and buttocks.

“Erestor, you are so beautiful,” Thranduil moved his hands to Erestor’s strong thighs, knowing they were sore from riding from Imladris. He quickly, but thoroughly, massaged Erestor from his shoulders to his feet. Knowing how relaxed Erestor finally was, Thranduil feared his lover had fallen asleep on him so he dipped his fingers in to oil and cupped Erestor’s pert arse, spreading his cheeks.

The king couldn’t resist blowing a warm breath against Erestor puckered entrance. The intense musky scent filled Thranduil’s nose, and he buried his face in his lover’s arse, plunging his tongue against his guardian ring.

“Yes!” Erestor shouted as his hips jerked at the intimate touch. “More,” he pleaded.

Thranduil griped Erestor’s cheeks and spread them further, allowing him better access. He licked across his lover’s hole, wetting it, and then slowly pressed his tongue inside. The king could never get enough of his lover; their time together was so limited and he was going to savor every moment they had.

After a few moments of penetrating him with his tongue, Thranduil stops and kisses a line up Erestor’s back. “Do you know how much I have missed you?”

“Show me,” Erestor said, his voice thick with want. “Do anything you want with me. Just touch me.”

“I will, just relax,” The king retrieved a small box from the bedside cabinet. He refilled the bowl of oil, allowing it to warm. Thranduil dipped his finger in the oil and coated a hollow cylinder and carefully slipped it into Erestor’s passage, and then poured the oil from the bowl through the cylinder, filling Erestor with it.

Erestor hissed as the warm liquid flowed into him. “Mmmm…meleth…need you,” Erestor reached back to grip his lover’s arm.

Thranduil removed the cylinder, and coated his shaft with the remaining oil. “Turn over for me, my love.” Erestor obeyed, and the king watched as warm oil dripped from his passage. Erestor let his legs lay open, ready for his lover. “You are so beautiful, Erestor.”

The king hooked his arms under Erestor’s legs and thrust into him in one push until he felt his groin met the other’s arse. They moaned in unison at their joining. Thranduil was overwhelmed at the heat of Erestor’s body and the warmed oil surrounding him.

Erestor grabbed the king’s hands, pulling him closer, keeping him inside. “I love you,” he moaned as their lips met. They kissed for long moments until Erestor pushed Thranduil back. “Move, my love, move.”

Thranduil began slow, long strokes, loving the sight of Erestor writhing beneath him. With each inward move, he could feel oil run out of Erestor. The king increased his pace and soon Erestor was panting, his head thrown back, his beautiful mouth open slightly, his lips begging to be licked and kissed. The vision was enough to send Thranduil over the edge, and he shouted Erestor’s name as his seed joined the remaining oil to fill Erestor completely.

Erestor only needed to touch his hard shaft and his release hit him. Howling, he fell with his lover. Both overcome and exhausted, they lay together, panting, covered in sweat and oil, their hair sticking to their bodies.

When the room had quieted and they had regained their senses, Erestor kissed Thranduil and smiled. “That was something new, meleth.”

“Yes, it was, did you enjoy that?” Thranduil said, brushing the hair away from Erestor’s face.

“Yes, I did, very much,” he kissed Thranduil deeply. “Is there anything else new you have thought of doing to me?”

“Many things, we have been apart too long, and I have had much time to let my imagination run free with things I wanted to do to you.” The king nuzzled his lover’s neck.

“Well, then it is a good thing Elrond gave me leave to remain here for a year.” Erestor chuckled at Thranduil’s surprised expression.

“How did you manage that?”

“I reminded him what a stubborn arse you can be and that negotiations may take some time,” Erestor yelped as Thranduil smacked his arse. “Ooo…I like that.” He waggled his eyebrows.

The king shook his head. “I thought you might, so I have an assortment of paddles to try on you as well. What do you think of that?” Erestor grinned wickedly as he took Thranduil’s hand, sliding it to his renewing erection. “That is exactly the reaction I thought I would get from you.” He rolled atop Erestor and ground their erections together.

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THE END

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