Title & Chapter Number: Paramour 4/?
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Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters except Tinuvel. The rest are property of JRR Tolkien and others. This is just for fun, no profit is made... blah blah blah...
Warnings: Devirginizing hot sex between two males.
Betas: EmberVixen and Leanan
Cast: Saelbeth/Tinuvel
Timeline: TA AU
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Young Saelbeth was found as a parentless Elfling and has been raised in Imladris all of his life feeling he belonged with no one until he meets Tinuvel, a healer's apprentice taken to Imladris by Erestor as a favor for an old friend. The two Elflings become fast friends, until one day, Tinuvel's feelings for Saelbeth begin to change. When did his friend suddenly become so attractive. . .and so arousing?
Notes: Tinuvel is entirely Leanan's creation. Enjoy him. He's a hottie. Hehehehe..... And as for Saelbeth, he is a non-canon character, so I made him like I see him. And I see him this way. He rocks.
A strange fluttering within his chest thrummed to a peak at the quietly spoken admission. "And I you, Tinuvel. . ." Saelbeth murmured, leaning to capture the lush softness of the young healer's lip with his own once more.
One hand traveled the length of Tinuvel's thigh as the other groped for the phial of oil that Erestor had been massaging into Saelbeth's injured foot earlier. Amber. The scent was warm, inviting. Palming a generous amount, he slickened his nearly aching arousal thoroughly, for he wanted to make certain that his lover-to-be felt nothing but sheer pleasure. He had always protected Tinuvel. . . watched over him from a distance even if his friend had not known it, and this moment was certainly no exception.
Tinuvel watched with detached desire as Saelbeth slowly slickened his arousal with scented oil. He wanted the archer to take him more than anything at this very moment, but he was also aware of the discomfort that would proceed such an act. He was not innocent of the mechanics of lovemaking between males, he had just simply never experienced it himself. Apprehension nipped at his belly as his lover and friend eased himself between his thighs his legs raising of their own accord to wrap around the archer's waist.
He spread the Elf's legs with his hands and nestled himself there, pressing the tip of his hardness against Tinuvel's rounded backside.
"Relax, meleth-nin. . .just breathe. . ." Saelbeth whispered, stroking the dark hair with infinite tenderness, his gaze never leaving the ebon pools of Tinuvel's eyes, for he felt as if his very soul could drown within their depths.
So warm. . so trusting. . .so. . .
"Ooooh. . .merilin….!" Saelbeth groaned headily as he penetrated the exquisite tightness of his lover's body, his own shuddering in response.
Every shred of his control went into resisting the urge not to sink himself to the hilt within the taut confines of the healer who breathed heavily beneath him. Grasping a handful of Tinuvel's hair, he panted, "By the Gods, it is all I can do not to take you fiercely. . .you make me ache for you, meleth. . ."
At the first touch of untried tightness, Tinuvel tensed and hitched his breath only to let it go in a rushed sigh as Saelbeth assured and soothed him gently. The healer focused on the fathomless blue of his lover's eyes and found the understanding and gentleness that radiated from them a beacon to cling to as his body was breached.
Desperately, he forced himself to stay in control, but succumbed to the painful pressure that despite Saelbeth's tempered advance, pricked tears of discomfort to leak from behind his now tightly closed eyes.
"Ohh....... Saelbeth....." he panted, his voice cracking with the intensity of the new sensation.
The healer's rapid and shallow breaths had made him lightheaded and consciously he concentrated on stilling their erratic measure.
Breathe..........slowly......in.........out.........relax.....
Tinuvel was not sure of the exact moment that the pain had turned to pleasure, but he soon became aware that his moans of discomfort had become sighs of pleasure. A sensation akin to a succumbing to a fire that begun to rage deep within his belly began to spread quickly to his thighs and groin coaxing his hips to rock in counterpoint to his lover's movement.
The healer opened his eyes and was struck by the intense desire that reflected back from Saelbeth's cobalt gaze. This was indeed a joining of more than just his body, it was a melding of passion and need. Reaching up, he stroked the flushed cheek of his lover and drew him close to his parted lips.
"Love me, Saelbeth.... saes........" he murmured as he drew the archer deeper inside with a tightening of his legs.
Saelbeth shivered deliciously within the wanton embrace of Tinuvel's inner heat as his hand slid between the eagerly waiting thighs, fingers wrapping tightly around the rigid column of flesh that begged for his touch and squeezed.
The healers body trembled at the sudden intensity of his surrender to the archer's touch. Warm flutters of heat filled his core and even after the sweet tendrilling pulses of pleasure subsided to a mere delicious throb, he moaned in ecstasy against the press of his lovers body.
A long, sighing moan issued forth from the panting healer as Saelbeth began to stroke him in tandem with his thrusts, the pulsing tingle within his groin snaking sinuously to his belly where it writhed with erotic tenacity. The sweet sound of Tinuvel's eager whimpers would be his undoing!
"Tinu. . .I. . ." Saelbeth's breathing became erratic as he bent into the thrust that he knew would send him tumbling over the edge. "I. . I.. .cannot. . . oooooohh!"
The healer's name spilled from his lips in a languid moan, over and over as he crashed into the abyss of a pleasure he had never known with another, his hand never once losing its rhythm as he coaxed his lover into climax, Tinuvel's body convulsing with the intensity of the release as Saelbeth collapsed onto his chest, spent and panting.
Tinuvel remained silent, for words could not express the maelstrom of desire that gathered in his chest. He had shared something with Saelbeth that none had ever laid claim to before and the rush of raw need that accompanied the intense feelings broke down his usual stoic tendency and threatened to overcome him with emotion.
"Saelbeth...." The healer managed a breathy sigh, his lover's name falling from his lips to become buried within the flaxen froth of the archer's luxuriant mane.
"Merilin. . ." Saelbeth murmured, nestling his head against the dusky shoulder. "Thank you. . ."
"Melethron....diola lle......" Tinuvel shuddered as the body bliss continued to wash over his still sensitive skin.
The archer had filled more than his lustful body with his essence, he had marked Tinuvel for all eternity as his lover. Even if this act was never repeated again, it would follow him throughout his life.
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