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Title: Dreamlover
Author: Orchyd Constyne
Website: Before the Dawn
Fandom: LOTR
Archive: Any, so long as I know where it is  ^^
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Beta: Silvara, one of the best Betas one could ask for at such notice.
Cast: Glorfindel/Elrohir
Summary: A PWP where Elrohir gets what he's always wanted.
A/N: Written for the Secret Santa Slashfic Exchange -- and on very
short notice, too!  ^^  Merry Christmas, Alix!

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It had taken months of courtship, but at last he was here in the
Peredhel's arms.  The waiting was over; the painstakingly slow process
of winning the Seneschal's trust had finally paid off.  Elrohir had
wanted to bed the devastating blonde in his father's service even
before his majority -- from the time he first understood what sex was
and that it could be done between two 'boys'.  No one else could bring
out in him the feelings that he felt around Glorfindel just by being
near him.  And so, Elrohir had remained a virgin, spurning all offers
of companionship from others (and there had been *several* such offers
from male and female alike).  All of that waiting and holding out was
coming to an end tonight.

Glorfindel kissed the younger Elf tenderly, and Elrohir's body melted
beneath him.  The kiss deepened, sending bolts of searing heat into
the Peredhel's loins.  He felt the Seneschal's firmness pressing
against his naked thigh and felt his own rise in response.  The air of
Glorfindel's bedroom hung heavy with the scent of their mutual
arousal.  Elrohir caressed the unblemished skin of Glorfindel's back,
intoxicated by the maleness of the Elf in his arms.  Glorfindel
crushed Elrohir against him, pushing his tongue down into the waiting
warmth of the younger twin's mouth.  Elrohir's answering moan drove
the Elda to even higher arousal, and he ran his hands up and down the
length of Elrohir's back, finally cupping the Peredhel's behind and
squeezing amorously.

Elrohir arched into Glorfindel's body, grinding himself against the
blond's arousal.  His lungs were crying for air and his lips burned
with the pressure of Glorfindel's brutal kisses, but he clung to the
taller Elf desperately.  His old tutor inched them back toward his
large bed and lowered the younger Elf to the soft mattress.  Elrohir's
fevered body was covered by the Balrog-slayer's; he whimpered with
need as he was pressed into the feather softness of the oversized bed.

Glorfindel abandoned the bruised and swollen lips, smiling devilishly
when the young Peredhel gasped for breath and plunged his hands into
his golden tresses.  The Elf-lord trailed heated kisses along the
strong jawline of his lover, nipping and sucking down the long column
of the writhing figure's neck.  When Glorfindel reached the juncture
where Elrohir's neck met his shoulder, he bit deeply, marking his new
love as his own.

Elrohir cried out, his eyes going wide and glassy with unshed tears as
the combination of pain and desire warred within him.  He was
Glorfindel's now, as he had always wanted to be.  Glorfindel eased the
sting of the bite by laving the dark mark with is tongue and blowing
gently on the warmed skin, and Elrohir shivered and thrust against the
hard body above him.

"I need..." he moaned, catching Glorfindel's luminous blue eyes with
his own grey eyes, darkened with passion.

Glorfindel chuckled, lowering his mouth to capture a tight bud between
his teeth.  Elrohir's hands, still tangled in Glorfindel's hair,
pulled, forcing greater contact of flesh with wet warmth.  The Elda
obliged, drawing Elrohir's nipple into his mouth and suckling
greedily.  His cock throbbed with each cry and moan he pulled from
Elrohir, his need growing beyond his control.  He breathed deep the
Peredhel's scent as he moved to the so far neglected nipple, taking
into his fingers the abandoned peak, rolling the sensitive flesh
between thumb and forefinger.

The younger twin could no longer lie still; he thrashed beneath the
warrior's body, begging with him to sate the burning he felt.  He
pulled at the silk between his fingers, spread his legs shamelessly in
an invitation to Glorfindel to possess him utterly.  "Glorfindel," he
panted.  "Take... me..."

Glorfindel pulled away from Elrohir's chest and gazed into the hooded
eyes of his lover.  He knew Elrohir was untouched, knew the Half-Elf
really did not know what he was asking for.  "No, pen-vaelui, I will
not take you," he said huskily.  "Not tonight.  Tonight, you will have
me."

Elrohir's eyes opened and his breath hitched in his throat.  "But," he
stuttered, "I... I have never..."

Glorfindel sat up off Elrohir and reached into his bedside table,
retrieving a phial.  "Precisely my point, Elrohir," he purred
seductively.  "We have all the time of Arda, pen-neth, for me to
possess you as you wish for me to.  But, not tonight."  He removed the
stopper from the phial and dripped the thick fluid onto his fingers. 
He kept his gaze on his young lover's face, watching the shock and
unease dissolve into curiosity and then desire as the Peredhel watched
Glorfindel reach behind himself and insert a slick finger.

He did not usually prepare himself with his partners, but he wished
for Elrohir to see how enjoyable such an act could be.  He thrust two
fingers inside the tight passage, scissoring and stroking himself to
near climax.  He moaned deep in his chest and probed deeper within
himself until he stroked the spot that shot white-hot heat through his
body.  He bucked against his hand and slid a third finger, relishing
the full feeling, panting with the knowledge that in moment, Elrohir
would replace his fingers with his stiff shaft.

"I am ready for you, Elrohir," he managed to grate out, his voice
unsteady with his arousal.  "Are you ready for me?"  He looked at
Elrohir, his hair framing his pale, slender face and his bright eyes
blazing with love and desire.  His perfect lips were curved in an
inviting smirk as he positioned himself astride the trembling form on
the bed.

Elrohir had not imagined, in all his many fantasies, of Glorfindel
allowing him to perform this act their first night together.  He had
always assumed the more experienced Elf would take the lead, would
wish to lay claim upon his body.  But, once that oil-slickened hand
grasped his leaking desire and the Elda began to lower himself onto
the Peredhel's lap, Elrohir lost all coherent thought.  The tight,
velvet heat clenched around him and he threw his head back, gripping
the sheets in an attempt to stave off his release.

Glorfindel settled on Elrohir's lap, his body shuddering with the
sudden intensity of the moment.  His own erection throbbed with each
heartbeat, his breath coming in short, staccato bursts as he wriggled
and settled himself fully around Elrohir's ample girth.  Elrohir's
moist hands came up to grip Glorfindel's hips in an almost bruising
grasp.  The young one was panting quickly, gasping as he tried to drag
out their moment of connection.  Glorfindel put his own hands over
Elrohir's and began to lift himself up and impale himself on Elrohir. 
With that first movement, Elrohir's eyes rolled up and his lids closed
as he was lost to the sensation of Glorfindel's body.

The Elda was close, so close to the brink and he brought one of his
hands to his glistening shaft.  He began to stroke himself quickly,
increasing their pace, his eyes never leaving the rose-flushed face of
his companion.  He squeezed his muscles, milking Elrohir within him,
whispering endearments and encouragement to the body wracked with
tremors of impending release.

Elrohir thrust his hips up to meet Glorfindel each time the Balrog-
slayer came back down on his cock.  He was so close, the tightening in
his groin signaling that he could no longer put off his release.  His
eyes flew open and locked with the indigo eyes hovering above him as
he cried out his orgasm.

Glorfindel jerked his hand once more about himself, feeling Elrohir
fill him with his hot seed.  He spilled himself over his hand and down
onto Elrohir's belly, calling out the young Elf's name in his blinding
moment of completion.

Elrohir's gasp sounded like an explosion in the near-silence of the
room.

"Elrohir?  You have something to add?"  Erestor's voice was stern and
suspicious.

Elrohir heard a snicker and glanced out of the corner of his eye to
see his brother quite clearly enjoying his twin's discomfort.

The Peredhel cleared his throat and slid his chair closer to his desk
to hide his obvious arousal.  A cherry-red blush spread across his
cheeks as he replied, "No, Lord Erestor."

The dark-haired tutor looked down his nose at the young Elf.  "I
realize that the history of the Dunedain can be quite droll, but I
would appreciate you not daydreaming during my lessons.  You wouldn't
want me to keep you late and make you miss archery with Lord
Glorfindel, would you?"

Elrohir's blush deepened, and he was unable to keep the Advisor's
gaze.  "Of course not, Lord Erestor," he said, barely able to keep the
smirk from his face.

End "Dreamlover"

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