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Winter Dreams

Beta: Half Elf Lost

25: whisper of snow

December 25th

His tongue traced the ink that branded Erestor's backside, nipping lightly at the rounded curve of the Noldo's buttocks. Erestor shivered under him, his eyes closed and his lips parted. Outside, the snow fell steadily and covered Imladris in a fine, white powder. The fire in the grate blazed, heating the room to an almost stifling temperature, but both Elves were too focused on one another to notice the sweat forming on their pale flesh.

Glorfindel tenderly kissed the backs of Erestor's knees, lapping for a moment at the sensitive skin he found near the Elf's thighs. He loved the nights when Erestor was his to command, his to possess, and such nights were spent savoring his lover. His sex swelled impatiently, but he pushed his desire aside, blanketing Erestor's slender form with his bulk, pressing him firmly into the mattress.

"I love you," he whispered as he entwined their hands, their gold rings glinting in the firelight.

Erestor turned his head, his dark eyes glittering lustily. "I love you. Now, are you going to take me or simply tease me all night?"

Glorfindel chuckled, rubbing himself along the crevice of Erestor's backside. "I thought I was to be dominant tonight, melethen. I should leave you wanting for your impatience," he murmured against the shell of Erestor's ear.

"But you will not," Erestor said breathlessly with a small shiver.

A wicked smile crossed Glorfindel's fair features as he pressed his oiled length into Erestor's velvet tightness. "But I will not," he promised as he sheathed himself entirely in Erestor's body.


	Navigation multi-part stories previous		Winter Dreams Beta: Half Elf Lost 25: whisper of snow December 25th His tongue traced the ink that branded Erestor's backside, nipping lightly at the rounded curve of the Noldo's buttocks. Erestor shivered under him, his eyes closed and his lips parted. Outside, the snow fell steadily and covered Imladris in a fine, white powder. The fire in the grate blazed, heating the room to an almost stifling temperature, but both Elves were too focused on one another to notice the sweat forming on their pale flesh. Glorfindel tenderly kissed the backs of Erestor's knees, lapping for a moment at the sensitive skin he found near the Elf's thighs. He loved the nights when Erestor was his to command, his to possess, and such nights were spent savoring his lover. His sex swelled impatiently, but he pushed his desire aside, blanketing Erestor's slender form with his bulk, pressing him firmly into the mattress. "I love you," he whispered as he entwined their hands, their gold rings glinting in the firelight. Erestor turned his head, his dark eyes glittering lustily. "I love you. Now, are you going to take me or simply tease me all night?" Glorfindel chuckled, rubbing himself along the crevice of Erestor's backside. "I thought I was to be dominant tonight, melethen. I should leave you wanting for your impatience," he murmured against the shell of Erestor's ear. "But you will not," Erestor said breathlessly with a small shiver. A wicked smile crossed Glorfindel's fair features as he pressed his oiled length into Erestor's velvet tightness. "But I will not," he promised as he sheathed himself entirely in Erestor's body.