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Little footsteps disturbed the night silence.
Elrond blinked, looking up from the book he was reading. It was a new title in the library, a very well written story about Doriath’s traditions. He might be Noldo at heart, but he was at least partly Sinda from blood. Maybe it was not his loyalty, but rather the wise hunger, but he always liked to know as much as possible on various topics. Also because the author had a light feather and wrote everything in an unusual, almost novel-like manner, Elrond was reading with pleasure and without the usual feeling of tiredness.
Door of his bedroom shivered as someone on the other side grabbed a doorknob and pushed them slightly.
Alluring scent filled the room as Lindir, Elrond’s beloved musician, carefully entered. Even though Lindir tried to be silent and slow, his scent was fast and more intense. It reached Elrond’s senses, calling his deepest instincts in a sweetest way.
“Lindir?” He asked softly, admiring the messed up, sleeping robes, barely embracing minstrel’s slender, pale body with silk layers. Lindir’s neck was exposed down to the collarbones. Only loosened brooch kept material on his chest closed, protecting his chest. Elrond doesn't need to see it right now to know how delicious it was, small and soft and with two pink, hard nipples probably already hard like two stones. He would happily kiss them, lick them and suck them. “Lindir, are you okay, my little bird?”
Minstrel moaned lightly, shivering as if only this sweet nickname was enough to melt him.
“My lord,” his words were full of admiration even as he went from the door to the bed with a nervous mix of need and despair. He crawled on bed slowly, trying to look as elegant or at least clean as he should, but his dark hair was tangled and big, blue eyes filled a fog of arousal. “My lord, let me serve you-” he begged in a cracking, stressed tone. Tension was in his every move as if he was controlled by tight strings, keeping him from doing something inappropriate.
Elrond put his book away without much thinking.
“Come to me, little bird. Serve me,” he whispered. “I’ll let you, of course I’ll let you.”
How could he deny his beloved minstrel the relief when heat came and filled his slender, precious body with the burning need?
Lindir sat on Elrond’s lap, searching with elegant, pale hands until he was able to slip out a hard, heavy dick from under the dark pants. Elrond let him take what he needed.
Minstrel carefully sat above the hard dick. He was prepared already. His wet, welcoming entrance easily took manhood inside, swallowing it with greed. Elrond squeezed his hips with a moan. He was trying to calm down after imagining the scene of his little bird fingering his hole in need, to make it open and loose nicely for future pleasure.
“My lord-” Lindir leaned down, supporting hands on Elrond’s arms. “My lord-”
“You are so tight, but welcoming for me, Lindir. Is it good? Your body feels good?”
“My- ah, my lord is always, ah,” the minstrel started to bounce slightly up and down, trying to never let dick slide out of him. “Always so good- for me-”
Elrond let his sweet minstrel control the rhythm and speed. He just remained in his place, lazily supporting his back on a headrest. He had everything he would want. His breath became hard and fast, he kept his eyes on Lindir, admiring the view.
“More, more, more,” Lindir begged sweetly, completely obedient to his own heat.
“Take it,” Elrond encouraged, lovingly embracing a pale face so he could kiss warm, pink lips deeply. “Go on, I am yours.”
His minstrel cried out loud, spasming in pleasure on top of Elrond’s body. His insides, soft and hot, started to clench tightly, fluttering around in the most pleasurable way.
Their bodies, squeezed together so tight as if they were one, were hot and wet from the sweat. Lindir’s blushed cheeks looked delicious, Elrond decided to leave a hundred or more kisses on them. It was good, so good, everything became faster and messy, but his dick never slided out completely from a greedy tunnel.
Lindir was crying, almost screaming as orgasms spasms had thrown him down on cock, until he was filled to the brim. He was not able to lift himself up again, so Elrond took the leads. He squeezed curvy hips one more time and started to bouncy his lover’ slender body up and down again. The view of sperm ejaculating from Lindir’s fine, small cock was more than hot. He loved it.
He came hard, filling the willing body of his lover with sperm.
Minstrel leaned on him, heavy breathing and tired. He was still impaled on a cock and not really against staying this way forever.
“You are so beautiful,” Elrond sighed in content.
Lindir just mumbled something barely recognizable as words.
Elrond embraced him, surrounding small waist with his arms. There was no rush. He could wait as long as Lindir wanted him inside. He knew his little bird loved the feeling of being filled.