Winter Dreams

Beta: Half Elf Lost

13: a white christmas

December 13th

He was singing.

Again.

Maglor moaned and turned over in the bed, resting his head on Erestor's chest. Through the door of the bedroom, he could see David dressed in only pajama bottoms, circling a large fir tree with a string of lights. And he was singing.

"Shut him up," Erestor hissed, throwing Maglor off his chest as he hid under the thick, down pillow.

Maglor laughed. "Erestor, do remember, it was your idea to keep him around."

Erestor scrunched up under the blankets as David's voice rose in a harsh note of 'O Come All Ye Faithful'. "That was before we found out he had a penchant for singing at odd hours of the night."

"Only in December," Maglor kindly reminded him as the elder Elf slid from the bed.

Erestor heard Maglor softly pad from the room and David's singing suddenly stopped. He snuggled under the warmth of the quilt, the darkness of sleep sweeping up to engulf him, but it did not have the opportunity to drag him under.

David's cry and a loud 'thud' drew Erestor from the bed in a panic. He stumbled into the living room and stopped when he took in the scene before him.

Maglor knelt with David's shaft buried deep in his throat, working the length with an expertise Erestor knew well. David's eyes were closed, his mouth open in a silent 'O', his hands knotted in the long, dark tresses of Maglor's hair. The soft twinkling of the fairy lights wrapped around the tree illuminated them in a soft wash of golden light, and Erestor's own groin tightened.

He crept up to the pair, falling to his knees before his mortal lover, and joined Maglor in the worshipping of David's sex. It only took the two vampires a few moments to bring David to a shattering climax. He looked down on the two dark Elves as they lapped his white seed from each other's lips and chins.

David chuckled as he panted, "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas..."


	Navigation multi-part stories previous next		Winter Dreams Beta: Half Elf Lost 13: a white christmas December 13th He was singing. Again. Maglor moaned and turned over in the bed, resting his head on Erestor's chest. Through the door of the bedroom, he could see David dressed in only pajama bottoms, circling a large fir tree with a string of lights. And he was singing. "Shut him up," Erestor hissed, throwing Maglor off his chest as he hid under the thick, down pillow. Maglor laughed. "Erestor, do remember, it was your idea to keep him around." Erestor scrunched up under the blankets as David's voice rose in a harsh note of 'O Come All Ye Faithful'. "That was before we found out he had a penchant for singing at odd hours of the night." "Only in December," Maglor kindly reminded him as the elder Elf slid from the bed. Erestor heard Maglor softly pad from the room and David's singing suddenly stopped. He snuggled under the warmth of the quilt, the darkness of sleep sweeping up to engulf him, but it did not have the opportunity to drag him under. David's cry and a loud 'thud' drew Erestor from the bed in a panic. He stumbled into the living room and stopped when he took in the scene before him. Maglor knelt with David's shaft buried deep in his throat, working the length with an expertise Erestor knew well. David's eyes were closed, his mouth open in a silent 'O', his hands knotted in the long, dark tresses of Maglor's hair. The soft twinkling of the fairy lights wrapped around the tree illuminated them in a soft wash of golden light, and Erestor's own groin tightened. He crept up to the pair, falling to his knees before his mortal lover, and joined Maglor in the worshipping of David's sex. It only took the two vampires a few moments to bring David to a shattering climax. He looked down on the two dark Elves as they lapped his white seed from each other's lips and chins. David chuckled as he panted, "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas..."