Title & Chapter Number: Eyes Wide Open 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and do not profit from these fictional accounts.
Special Warnings: Slash, duh
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Haldir/narrator(you'll see)
Timeline: sometime before LOTR
Spoilers: None
Summary:
Notes: Hal is awakened. This is all smut, not a shred of story.
Watching elves sleep can be very disconcerting to humans, I'm told. I can think of nothing better than watching Haldir sleep. He looks so young as he lays here against me. What I feel pressed against my hip assures me he is no elfling though. I look into his blue eyes and wonder where his dreams take him this early morning.
I shift away from him and pull the sheet down. He sighs and rolls onto his back, giving me a view like no other. His body is beautiful. He's not as tall as some elves and he's broader through the shoulders than most. Even with that, he's slimmer than most humans. I have even wondered once or twice if perhaps he had some human blood in him, but I know this cannot be.
I look at his smooth chest rise and fall and my eyes are naturally drawn down to his belly, flat and hard and below to the small patch of silver hair around his erection, proud and ruddy against his fair complexion. He moves his hips just a bit, right hand sliding down unconsciously to touch himself. I catch it and gently lay it on his belly. He makes a small sound then settles back to sleep.
I know I want to touch him myself, to run my hands over his smooth skin and hard muscle, over his silky arousal. I want to taste him and smell his strong musk. He always smells so sexy in the mornings. His taste is stronger and sexier then too.
I love him. I suppose it shows.
I move up and kiss his cheek. He doesn't wake though his hand wanders back down his belly. I catch it before it gets too far. I kiss his ear and he whimpers. I love hearing the toughest March-Warden in Lothlórien make a sound like a puppy. I can make him beg too. And swear like a human even. I kiss his lips and he tastes sweet. I see awareness come into his eyes when I slip my tongue into his mouth. His arms go around me and he pulls me on top of him. I smile.
We kiss some more, until my own body is as hard and hot as his is. I grind my hips against him and find myself groaning at the sensation. Then I begin my attack again, kissing his jaw and down his neck, feeling the tendons stretch as he arches his head back to give me better access. I bite him and smile as I feel the vibrations of his groaning. I suck at the hollow of his throat, marking him as mine and smiling at the helpless sound he makes. His hands grip my shoulders so tightly that he is hurting me but I don't care.
I move my way down, biting and kissing his shoulders, marking them with teeth marks. When I get to his nipples, I flick my tongue over them until they're hardened, then I suck them until he tangles his hands in my hair. He's starting to move his hips too. He is very powerful and on another day, I will let him show me how powerful he is; but not today. Today, I am making the decisions and I have decided he is mine.
I kiss has flat belly and he tries to push my head down. I pay him no mind and kiss at my own pace. When I dip my tongue into his navel and press, he squirms and hisses at me. I just smile and do it again. But my hand slips down an bit farther and I curl that silvery hair around my finger, twirling it a bit as I kiss just a little bit farther down. I am beginning to become impatient too. But I control myself. Living for thousands of years does teach a bit of patience and self-control.
I rub my nose in his hair, smelling that musky scent that is uniquely Haldir. It is his scent that makes me want to hurry and taste him, make him come and take my own pleasure from him. Quickly. But I do not do these things. It is not how we do things. I move to lay between the legs that I open and I look at him. He has grabbed the sheet in both hands now and holds tight handfuls. His cock is hard and his lovely dark sac is tight already. I move close enough to lap my tongue over the dark skin, making Haldir shiver and moan.
Oh, how I love this elfling.
He moves to touch himself and I slap his hands away like I always do. I move so I am close enough now to taste him and I notice the tiny drop that is beginning to drip down from the little slit where it formed. I catch it with my tongue and almost moan myself at that salty, sweet taste that is his own. I move up onto my haunches and lean down over him, because it frees my hands. I take his smooth length into my hand and begin to lick him like a lollipop, not taking him into my mouth. Not yet. Not stroking him yet.
He grabs my free hand and pulls it up to his mouth, sucking my finger. I pause and smile at him. When he is done with my finger, I run it down his body, leaving a little trail of saliva and then I suck it into my own mouth to wet it again before I slowly slip it inside him. He squirms and begins to make sounds again.
I find his prostate and touch it so gently that I'm not sure I have touched it until he screams out my name. I decide he has been tormented long enough and while I touch him inside, I take his blood engorged shaft into my mouth. He is thick and long, more than I can quite manage. My hand manages the rest quite nicely though as I slide it up and down in perfect union with my mouth. His hips move slowly at first then his rhythm picks up as his release becomes imminent.
I am shaking and moaning too now. I want to feel his pleasure, want to take my own. But first I want to feel him tremble and gasp and want to taste his semen, taste that odd, tangy taste. I relax my throat so he can press deeper. I look up to see him watching me. And I see his eyes glaze as his body stiffens and he fills my mouth and throat.
"Celeborn, yes, oh by the Valar, I love you, love you." He says these things over and over again until he is spent and slips from my mouth.
"I love you too, my elfling," I whisper as I move him onto his side and stretch out behind him. "I love you too."
~end~
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