Winter Dreams

Beta: Half Elf Lost

19: frosted glass

December 19th

Erestor reminds him, at the same time, of pure, white cream and of dark, rich chocolate. His body is long and lean, a flat stomach and strong thighs. The Councilor was spread out under his lover, knees bent and a hungry fire burning in his eyes. "Taste me," he breathed, running slender fingers through Gildor's dark tresses.

Gildor gave a wolfish grin as he licked his lips with a predatory slowness. The dark head bent, taking the rigid organ between his lips, into his throat. The act was gradual, languid, and Erestor's eyes slid shut as his shaft was carefully drawn in, his pleasure prolonged with expert pacing.

The suction was immediate when those full lips pressed against the dusting of dark hard around the root of Erestor's length. Erestor moaned loudly, his slim fingers twining in the raven mass Gildor's hair. Soft sucking sounds, distinct swallowing, Erestor heard it all, felt it all, and he was quickly brought to the edge of oblivion.

White seed dribbled from Gildor's mouth, slicked his lips as he lifted his head from Erestor's groin. The fluid dripped to the nest of hair around Erestor's glistening sex. Erestor felt his desire already waking again as he gazed upon the pale face framed by midnight hair; stormy eyes were hot and needful and red, cherry-colored lips were swollen and wet.

Through the frosted windowpane, the pair seemed almost magical. Glorfindel sighed, his breath icing in the air, and he turned from the sensual scene in the fire-lit room. It was not the first time Glorfindel cursed himself for rejecting Gildor.

And it would not be the last.