Matters in Hand
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,950
Reviews:
8
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Matters in Hand
Title: Matters in Hand
Rating: NC-17
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien. not me.
Summary: Glorfindel takes matters into his own hands.
Many a secret garden, or secluded glade could be found within Imladris, and for one who had only just returned form the stagnant darkness of the Halls of Waiting, all were equally enticing. Glorfindel’s particular favourite was filled with flowers that blossomed only in Ithil’s silvery light. The fragrance of the air was intoxicating, and the soft lapping of the waters of the slow moving stream against the rocky bank reminded him of the sound his balls always made as they slapped against the opening of the one he was riding.
Shaking his head with surprise, the reborn Balrog slayer blamed the lewd thought on his increasingly erotic dreams. Centuries of loneliness in Namo’s Halls where the pleasures of the body had no place had made him realise that the taking of casual lovers no longer held any interest for the once lusty Lord of Gondolin. He was ready to give his all to one elf alone, and indeed he had already done so the moment he set eyes on his soul mate.
Glorfindel’s body cried out for release and although he knew that any of the elves he had so far met would willingly partner him in the lustful dance, there was only one he wanted. As yet he had not approached his love, for he intended to court him and win his heart before taking him to his bed. Until that happened, there remained only one option for a highly aroused elf.
Choosing to lie on the soft patch of grass near the stream Glorfindel spent a few moments gazing up at the stars before taking matters into his own hand.
He began with a slow, sensuous exploration of his newly restored body, running his hands through his lustrous golden hair, gasping with pleasure when he encountered the sensitive tips of his ears. The lightest of touches sent fire coursing through his body, reminding him it had been far too long since he last took a lover and his eyes quickly darkened with lust as he recalled the ecstasy of sheathing his rigid cock inside someone’s hot tightness. The image of the one he desired to make passionate love with cane unbidden to his mind and he was filled with longing for the day when he would lovingly spread his lover’s legs before plunging into his depth.
The very thought of making the object of his desire scream his name as he drove faster and dr inr into that luscious body almost sent him over the edge. It was far too soon for that and knowing how much more intensely his body would react when inalinally spilled his seed, Glorfindel was determined to last as long as possible before reaching his climax.
Taking a deep breath to calm his raging want, he forced his elegant fingers to slowly untie the laces of his loose fitting garment. The taut, muscular chest of the well trained warrior beneath the silky fabric was revealed, allowing the sum summer breeze to softly kiss the smooth skin. It was a pleasant sensation, but even more so was the streak of lightning that travelled to his groin when his fingernails deliberately raked across hardened nipples as fully opened shirt was eagerly discarded.
Teasing hands made feather light contact with the naked skin, moving in slow circles with only the most delicate of touches across the hardened points of sensitive flesh. It was pure torment that was both painful and exquisitely erotic, especially when Glorfindel could not resist squeezing tightly, the mixture of pain and pleasure eliciting a deep growl in the back of his throat that was the only sound he could make. His thoughts were quickly becoming incoherent as wave after wave of tingling sensation coursed through his body in the wake of the slow, sensual movement, of fingers that were now spread wide apart, following the trail made by the glistening beads of sweat that trickled down his stomach, adding to the wetness that was already weeping from the e ine in his leggings.
The increasing tightness of the cloth around his engorged cock only served to inflame his lust and soon the single finger that was rubbing up and down the steely hardness of his entrapped member joined the others to pull the leggings off and throw them carelessly into the night.
No sooner was the final obstacle removed, than the silky shaft was surrounded in one hot, moist hand whilst the other fondled the sacs beneath before slowly moving to pierce the tight spot behind. Glorfindel groaned his pleasure as he penetrated his opening and bucked wildly when his finger rubbed against the place within that made him see stars. Panting, groaning and writhing wildly, he impaled his body on another two fingers, thrusting in wantonly, screaming his pleasure each time he hit that special place within. Tightening his grip on his shaft, he stroked in time with thrusts that became harder and faster and increasingly erratic as the familiar tingling sensation began coursing through his blood. Stomach muscles clenched and he screamed in mind blowing ecstasy as he felt the fire of the hot creamy liquid travel his length before shooting into the hand that was pumping it furiously.
Erestor’s name was still echoing into the night as Glorfindel slumped in sated exhaustion.
Rating: NC-17
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien. not me.
Summary: Glorfindel takes matters into his own hands.
Many a secret garden, or secluded glade could be found within Imladris, and for one who had only just returned form the stagnant darkness of the Halls of Waiting, all were equally enticing. Glorfindel’s particular favourite was filled with flowers that blossomed only in Ithil’s silvery light. The fragrance of the air was intoxicating, and the soft lapping of the waters of the slow moving stream against the rocky bank reminded him of the sound his balls always made as they slapped against the opening of the one he was riding.
Shaking his head with surprise, the reborn Balrog slayer blamed the lewd thought on his increasingly erotic dreams. Centuries of loneliness in Namo’s Halls where the pleasures of the body had no place had made him realise that the taking of casual lovers no longer held any interest for the once lusty Lord of Gondolin. He was ready to give his all to one elf alone, and indeed he had already done so the moment he set eyes on his soul mate.
Glorfindel’s body cried out for release and although he knew that any of the elves he had so far met would willingly partner him in the lustful dance, there was only one he wanted. As yet he had not approached his love, for he intended to court him and win his heart before taking him to his bed. Until that happened, there remained only one option for a highly aroused elf.
Choosing to lie on the soft patch of grass near the stream Glorfindel spent a few moments gazing up at the stars before taking matters into his own hand.
He began with a slow, sensuous exploration of his newly restored body, running his hands through his lustrous golden hair, gasping with pleasure when he encountered the sensitive tips of his ears. The lightest of touches sent fire coursing through his body, reminding him it had been far too long since he last took a lover and his eyes quickly darkened with lust as he recalled the ecstasy of sheathing his rigid cock inside someone’s hot tightness. The image of the one he desired to make passionate love with cane unbidden to his mind and he was filled with longing for the day when he would lovingly spread his lover’s legs before plunging into his depth.
The very thought of making the object of his desire scream his name as he drove faster and dr inr into that luscious body almost sent him over the edge. It was far too soon for that and knowing how much more intensely his body would react when inalinally spilled his seed, Glorfindel was determined to last as long as possible before reaching his climax.
Taking a deep breath to calm his raging want, he forced his elegant fingers to slowly untie the laces of his loose fitting garment. The taut, muscular chest of the well trained warrior beneath the silky fabric was revealed, allowing the sum summer breeze to softly kiss the smooth skin. It was a pleasant sensation, but even more so was the streak of lightning that travelled to his groin when his fingernails deliberately raked across hardened nipples as fully opened shirt was eagerly discarded.
Teasing hands made feather light contact with the naked skin, moving in slow circles with only the most delicate of touches across the hardened points of sensitive flesh. It was pure torment that was both painful and exquisitely erotic, especially when Glorfindel could not resist squeezing tightly, the mixture of pain and pleasure eliciting a deep growl in the back of his throat that was the only sound he could make. His thoughts were quickly becoming incoherent as wave after wave of tingling sensation coursed through his body in the wake of the slow, sensual movement, of fingers that were now spread wide apart, following the trail made by the glistening beads of sweat that trickled down his stomach, adding to the wetness that was already weeping from the e ine in his leggings.
The increasing tightness of the cloth around his engorged cock only served to inflame his lust and soon the single finger that was rubbing up and down the steely hardness of his entrapped member joined the others to pull the leggings off and throw them carelessly into the night.
No sooner was the final obstacle removed, than the silky shaft was surrounded in one hot, moist hand whilst the other fondled the sacs beneath before slowly moving to pierce the tight spot behind. Glorfindel groaned his pleasure as he penetrated his opening and bucked wildly when his finger rubbed against the place within that made him see stars. Panting, groaning and writhing wildly, he impaled his body on another two fingers, thrusting in wantonly, screaming his pleasure each time he hit that special place within. Tightening his grip on his shaft, he stroked in time with thrusts that became harder and faster and increasingly erratic as the familiar tingling sensation began coursing through his blood. Stomach muscles clenched and he screamed in mind blowing ecstasy as he felt the fire of the hot creamy liquid travel his length before shooting into the hand that was pumping it furiously.
Erestor’s name was still echoing into the night as Glorfindel slumped in sated exhaustion.