The Hunter

PART 18

"I thought that would never be over," Elrohir said as soon as the door closed behind him.  Erestor said nothing.  The younger half-elf had noticed his husband seemed distracted ever since the wedding. 

Coming up behind the silent advisor, Elrohir wrapped his arms around his waist.  Erestor leaned back into the embrace letting his hands entwine with the half-elf's.  For a moment both were silent, simply enjoying being alone together.  Elrohir kissed the nape of Erestor's neck, the gentle squeeze around his waist the only further prompting the advisor needed.

"I just . . . did you feel that?" Erestor asked quietly.  Elrohir didn't need to ask what his husband meant.

"Yes, it was . . . amazing.  I didn't expect it.  I had thought we were connected before, but now . . . I guess the wedding wasn't a complete waste of time after all."

Erestor snorted at that, turning in the embrace.  He let his hand drift over the rich velvet material, gently grazing Elrohir's nipples.  The half-elf smirked letting his own hands slide over the light golden silk. 

"Do you know what a trial today has been?  I've wanted to tear this off you since this afternoon," he said. 

"Still impatient, I see," Erestor tsked, but his nimble fingers were already unlacing ties. 

"Always," Elrohir responded, tugging free the advisor's belt.  He almost groaned when the outer robe opened to reveal another robe covered in buttons and ties.  He should have known his husband wouldn't make this easy on him.  His fingers itched to just rip the fabric off, but the last time he had done that, Erestor had banned him from his bed for a week all the while tormenting him with flashes of skin, whispered words of lust and unexpected feather light touches.  Erestor pushed until Elrohir was ready to burst, though the subsequent night was well worth the wait.  The advisor was endlessly inventive and Elrohir loved all the surprises.

Untying the last fastener, Erestor opened the thick blue material of Elrohir's robe to reveal nothing but skin beneath.  He arched an eyebrow.  "Very impatient," he said, letting his hand gently slide over the taught muscles of the half-elf's abdomen. 

Elrohir closed his eyes and his member jumped at the contact.  Fuck it, he thought and proceeded to rip open the inner robe.  Only a few buttons popped off, but the ties seemed to unfasten themselves.  He reminded himself to wonder about that later before grabbing his advisor and pulling him into a breath-stealing kiss.

Robes fell to the floor around their feet.  Erestor wrapped his arms around Elrohir's neck while the half-elf worked on the ties of his pants.  With a growl, Elrohir tugged them off letting them feel each other without any barriers.

Elrohir let his hands slide up Erestor's thighs to cup his firm ass, reveling in the gasp this produced that allowed him to slip his tongue into the advisor's warm mouth.  Leisurely exploring the sweet taste he loved so much, the half-elf began to lead them to the bed. 

Just as he was about to lay Erestor upon the soft silk, the advisor suddenly shifted and Elrohir found himself flat on his back looking up into laughing brown eyes.  The half-elf could only roll his eyes and relax his body.  If Erestor wanted to be on top that was fine with him.

The older elf leaned down, letting his tongue drag along Elrohir's collarbone.  The half-elf gently caressed Erestor's hip and lower back, closing his eyes to better feel the warm breath on his neck.  Even after two hundred and fifty years, Elrohir still felt a thrill run through him like their first time.  He had mapped out Erestor's skin more times than he could count, had tasted every inch of that silky flesh, but he had yet to tire of it and he doubted he ever would.  They had not yet reached the point where sex was a habit, comforting in its intimate familiarity.  Each time was new, exciting him in a way the casual encounters of his youth never had.

A sharp nip to his nipple brought him from his musings.  Elrohir groaned, his hips bucking up as Erestor flicked his tongue over the peeking flesh.  The advisor let his cool fingers gently trace patterns on his husband's hips, willing him to calm.  Elrohir knew it to be a signal that Erestor would draw this out.  He closed his eyes again, letting the advisor explore as he pleased.

Those cool fingers traveled down his thighs while Erestor strung soft kisses over Elrohir's belly.  The lips followed the path of one of his hands, down the half-elf's left leg toward his toes.  Already the ticklish feet twitched at the thought of those cool fingers with their barely-there touch skimming over the arch of his foot.  So concentrated was he on his most ticklish place that he was surprised by the light touch behind his knee, another ticklish patch of skin. 

Elrohir almost jumped off the bed.  Gazing down he saw Erestor look up at him with a far too innocent expression.  Ever since finding out his weakness, the advisor had exploited it to its most pleasurable effect. 

Erestor continued to caress the underside of his knee while gently licking his hip.  Elrohir's cock hardened in response.  His hands twisted in the sheets forcing himself to remain still.  He knew his lover would not be rushed. 

When the advisor finally left the knee, it was only to continue his journey to Elrohir's feet.  It was always a wonder to him that his ticklish spots could arouse him so, but Erestor had noticed it immediately, using it to excite him. 

The first touch of those cool fingers to his foot made him jump again, this time with more force.  Elrohir imagined those fingers on his hot erection, feeling the change in temperature all the way up his spine.  Erestor's fingers always lost their customary coolness while working his cock.  Combined with the warmth of his mouth, the advisor could have Elrohir squirming in a matter of seconds. 

For the moment Erestor seemed content to simply let Elrohir dwell on what they both knew he would do next, letting the anticipation grow.  He gave a kittenish lick to the bottom of Elrohir's foot, holding the ankle firmly when the half-elf instinctively pulled back.  Erestor let one finger run from the heel to the toes and back, not really touching the skin. 

Just when Elrohir's foot began to grow used to the sensation, Erestor caught his other foot letting his finger run around the sensitive ankles, tracing the protruding bones.  It seemed an interminably long time before the advisor let the foot drop and began the slow progress back up Elrohir's body.  The half-elf sincerely hoped that his new husband wouldn't then bypass his erection in favor of teasing his navel, or under his arms and his elbows.  Elrohir was far too ticklish, something his brother had exploited as a child and now it was Erestor's turn.  All things considered, Erestor was infinitely more fun to be tickled by.

Perhaps he sensed Elrohir's building frustration or perhaps because it was their wedding night, Erestor did not move anywhere else.  The advisor kissed a straight line to the half-elf's groin.  Elrohir's eyes rolled back in his head at the first hot waft of breath across the slick head.  It seemed his lover was not quite done teasing him, using his tongue and not his mouth to fire sensation through him. 

As Erestor treated his husband's cock to his kittenish licks, his hands blindly searched for the oil someone had kindly left out.  Quickly unscrewing the top, the advisor coated his fingers generously.  Elrohir moaned when he felt the cool oil against his opening.  That was enough for him to relax his muscles.  The half-elf needed very little preparation.  It was just as well because when it came time to preparation, Erestor's legendary patience was quite strained.  When he was ready he couldn't bother with a long preparation, which was fine with Elrohir.  He liked it a little rough.

Smearing a liberal amount of oil on his hard cock, Erestor moved up to capture his husband's lips in a bruising kiss before he slammed in.  Elrohir arched up to meet the hard thrust, his mouth opening in a choked gasp.  Erestor gently licked the half-elf's pale throat to soothe him.

After a moment, Elrohir began to wiggle under his husband and Erestor began to move.  They settled into a slow rhythm, simply enjoying the bond now flowing between them.  Before their marriage, there had always been a quiet feeling of connection just beneath the surface.  But now, that connection had flared to life.  The sheer intensity of it was overwhelming. 

That, combined with the steady driving into his prostate, caused Elrohir to lose control more quickly than normal.  His body jerked so that only his shoulders touched the mattress and he spilled between their bodies.  Erestor was not long after him, stiffening before coming deep within his husband.  He collapsed onto the half-elf.

Elrohir entangled his fingers in Erestor's long dark hair.  The advisor was too light to bother him much, and he had always loved the solid feel of his weight on him.  It was several minutes later when Erestor groaned and pulled himself up. 

They gazed on each other, loving the debauched look of the other that only they ever saw.  Elrohir levered himself up, meeting Erestor for another breath-stealing kiss.  When they parted, the half-elf leisurely picked up the jar of oil and nonchalantly looked at the contents. 

"We've barely touched this.  It would be a shame to let it all go to waste," he said.  Erestor rolled his eyes and took the jar from him.

"Well, if your ass can take it . . ." he said, but stopped when he suddenly found himself on his back with Elrohir looming over him, the jar back in the half-elf's hands.

"Who said anything about my ass?"

~~~

"Do you think they're enjoying themselves?" Elrond asked.

"Do you really need to ask that?" Oromë countered, his eyebrow raising.  The half-elf noted a slight flush to his high cheeks, doubtless from the passion he could feel a few doors down.

Elrond settled more comfortably into his husband's embrace.  "No, I guess not," he whispered, trying not to think of his little boy having wild sex with his normally staid advisor.  But no matter how he tried, a picture kept forming in his mind.  It was only his husband's bass rumble that alerted him to the true culprit.

"Hey!" he said, glaring until the Vala stopped teasing him.  Immediately, the half-formed images disappeared.  Scowling, Elrond let his husband pull him back into his embrace.  "I'll never be able to look either in the eyes again, you know," he grumbled. 

Oromë chuckled, dropping a kiss to his husband's silky hair.  They were silent for a long moment, simply enjoying having a moment together.

"It was a lovely wedding, wasn't it?" Elrond finally said.  The Hunter nodded.

"I don't think the lovebirds will even remember it."

Elrond smiled.  "I don't remember much of our wedding either," he said fondly.  Oromë returned his gentle smile, opening his mind so that they could remember their wedding together. 

Sighing the half-elf gently kissed the Vala's smooth cheek and then turned in the embrace to nestle against Oromë's broad chest.

"You will leave tomorrow," he said, though his voice held no recrimination or sorrow.  It was simply a fact that they both know.  Oromë nodded anyway.

"Are you . . . upset?" he asked hesitantly, unsure what to make of the languid feeling coming from his husband.

Elrond shrugged, his eyes closed and his body relaxed.  "I don't want you to go, of course, but I feel with great certainty that the next time we meet, it will be forever.  I also feel that that time is coming very quickly.  These next few years will be so busy and I think they will fly by.  This time, it really won't be that long until we see each other.  I can wait."

"You are more patient than I am," Oromë said, gently stroking Elrond's hair.  The half-elf opened an eye to look at him questioningly.  "It seems the more I see you, the more I want to be with you," the Vala supplied to the unasked question.  "You have made me as impatient for your touch as a new bride."

They both chuckled at the image.  But then Elrond gently pressed his husband down.  "Perhaps I can remedy that," he said, his voice low.  Oromë's arousal leapt to attention.

Unhurriedly Elrond began to disrobe his beautiful husband.  The Hunter still wore his ceremonial robes and they were easily cast aside, revealing a simple pair of leggings underneath.  Oromë hadn't bothered with an undershirt. 

When the Vala lay naked, Elrond withdrew.  Oromë sat up, watching his husband move to stand at the foot of the bed.  His mouth went dry when Elrond began to strip.  His half-elf was not normally an exhibitionist, even in the bedroom.  So it was a bit of a surprise for Oromë that Elrond was so good at it.

A flash of innocent skin here or there teased the Hunter far more than he thought possible.  Elrond eyed his hardening member with amusement and growing hunger.  He didn't dance, feeling too self-conscious for that, but he continued to slowly unwrap the many formal layers of state from his lean body.

Finally the last of his robes fell away.  Without using his hands, he shimmied out of his leggings freeing himself from the last article of clothing.  Oromë watched with rising anticipation as Elrond crawled up the bed, the heat of his body the only thing touching the Vala.  He arched up, hoping for some contact but Elrond moved away.

Slowly the half-elf leaned down for a kiss.  There was nothing fiery or intense about the kiss; it was simple, gentle and slow.  Yet it made Oromë burn with desire.  He needed more.  Wrapping his arms around Elrond's shoulders, he pulled him down.  The half-elf did not resist, letting their bodies lie flush against each other.  The Hunter groaned at the contact.  His fingers tangled in Elrond's hair as he pulled him even closer making their kiss more intense. 

A light touch to his opening made him tense for a moment before he willed himself to relax.  It had been a very long time since he had bottomed.  Elrond heard that thought through their link, and he took his time.  His long finger simply circled the opening, rubbing the relaxing oil into the skin.  Oromë blinked, not remembering when Elrond had reached for the oil.  His thoughts amused his half-elf, who rubbed his stomach against the Vala's own taut belly, trapping his erection between them.

The Hunter threw his head back, no longer paying attention to anything but the physical sensations coursing through him.  He let Elrond do as he pleased.  Apparently it pleased Elrond to be inside him for the half-elf had now worked two fingers into him.  Oromë relaxed further as his body began to remember the sensation, remember that it liked this shallow burn.

A sudden jolt of pleasure raced up the Vala's spine.  Elrond smirked at his surprise.  No matter how often he had sex, Oromë was always amazed at the sheer intensity of pleasure that flooded him from that tiny nub hidden deep within.  His husband played it with knowing skill and, by the time Elrond slid into him, the Vala was a boneless heap of nerves. 

The feel of his husband's flesh within him was divine.  Elrond chose a slow, steady rhythm that hit his prostate with every other thrust.  Oromë raised his hips to meet each slow thrust.  Between them, their connection hummed vibrantly.  They leaned in close for a sweet kiss before the half-elf decided it was time to increase the pace.

Oromë watched as his husband let go of his control and abandoned himself to his pleasure.  He drove in with more force, his hand beginning to pump the Hunter's cock.  It was more than the Vala could take.  Together they reached their climax.

Elrond rested his weight on his hands, hovering over his husband's body.  The Vala ran an affectionate hand through the sweaty locks teasing his skin.  Kissing once more, Oromë shifted them so that they lay on their sides.  His husband closed his eyes, basking in the feel of the Hunter's warm spirit wrapped around his own.

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