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Eregion did not get many human visitors — this land was designed to be a refuge for Elves who traded with dwarves, and neither race was ever particularly fond of Men, such as it were. Deep within its lands, in Ost-in-Edhil proper, Halbrand stood out like a sore thumb — no humans tended to be invited inside its gates except by special permission of the Lord of Eregion. The Maia would have been prone to forgetting that he even wore human garb these days, if not for the open stares the less-than-subtle elves would give him as he walked the halls and streets.
Those who were more subtle still treated him strangely, as if dealing with a particularly well-mannered bear. Which did not particularly serve Halbrand’s aims at all.
Halbrand had ensured his injuries had been severe enough that none but the best healers in Eregion could heal him — it had brought him this far, deep within the citadel and even a residence near the Lord of Eregion’s workshop. It was more than he ever could have hoped for. A blacksmith at the service of the King of Númenor could accomplish great things, and forge weapons that would win renown beyond measure — a blacksmith in the service of the Son of Fëanor could change the course of the Age.
And Celebrimbor had readily accepted his aid — unlike the ungrateful men of Númenor who had to be bribed and blackmailed to accept the service of one in humble garb, Celebrimbor had had no such pride in his heart as to refuse him outright.
However, Celebrimbor was at this moment filled with anxiety and dread. There was no time during work hours to build the intimacy and connection Halbrand needed to get the elf to trust him utterly. Celebrimbor might learn to trust his craft without question, but he would not invite a mere mortal to share in his night-time meals, into his late night ideation, into the confidence only the hearth can bring.
With Gil-galad’s ultimatums looming over Celebrimbor’s head, and Galadriel and Elrond constantly underfoot, Halbrand needed a new plan to make Celebrimbor his friend.
A stroke of good fortune struck Halbrand the next afternoon, as he was exploring a small garden within the maze of courtyards that formed the city. There was a small patch of flowers surrounded by a low fence; the flowers glowed an eerie red glow with the dimming light of dusk. To the untrained eye, these would seem like ordinary poppies, however, there was a small placard attached to the fence that read: “Caution: Fumellar flowers.”
Halbrand had not seen these flowers blooming since his days in Almaren. Irmo would grow them to induce his maiar into trances and dream journeys. He was aware that the flowers tended to put Elves into a deep, restful sleep. However, that is not all that they did. Occasionally, raiding parties were able to bring bags of dried fumellar flowers to Angband, where Mairon had experimented with the medicinal properties of the blooms. In his quest to accelerate orc breeding, he had found the petals had an interesting effect on Mannish physiology. Instead of encouraging sleep, it encouraged sex. A small dose might encourage prolonged tumescence of the sexual organs; a large enough dose could be fatal within 24 hours if the specimen did not engage in sexual release with another active partner. Mairon had never been quite sure what counteracted the effects of the fumellar pollen — whether it was foreign semen absorbed by the specimen’s mucosal membranes, or some form of bonding hormone present after copulation — something neutralized the effect of the flower’s neurotoxin. Only humans ever had any sexual reaction to the pollen itself. Most other species just fell asleep or went into a dream-like state. It did not seem to matter if the other participant was an elf, human, orc, or on a rare occasion, a warg.
The only thing Mairon had known for certain is the other participant had to be male and he had to ejaculate within the specimen, either in an anus or vagina. It is possible the mouth could have worked, had the specimen held the semen in their mouth, since stomach acids tended to render absorption null and void.
A plan formed in Halbrand’s mind. Bring Celebrimbor some flowers, charming him with the bouquet, remarking on how he hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in ages, and offer to make him some tea. Whether Celebrimbor accepts or rejects the kind offer will be irrelevant: the key is to get him to see Halbrand taking a long whiff of the flowers. After that, all Halbrand needs to do is fake the effects of the plant, and entreat Celebrimbor to save his life. A benevolent lord such as him would never refuse or pawn over such a sensitive matter to a subordinate or healer. And such an intimate ordeal was bound to form a bond of camaraderie between them beyond the realm of work.
What Halbrand did not know was whether this effect on Men was known to the Lord of Eregion. It would not do him a lot of good to feign having been exposed to the fumellar flowers if Celebrimbor just assumed he would be sleepy and put him to bed. Worse, if Halbrand needs to explain it in great detail, it might cause him to call for the healers to verify his conditions simply out of ignorance, and then when Halbrand was found without symptoms the rift between them would be impossible to repair.
Halbrand’s good fortune, however, continued unabated. A young elleth happened to come sit in the garden, book in hand. She did not seem to be a professional gardener or healer. Based on the title of the book and her demeanor, Halbrand would hazard a guess the young lady was some manner of artisan. Not someone expertly versed in the healing arts, or botany, or for that matter so old as to be weary of the world. “Excuse me, Miss, can you help me?”
The young lady smiled at him, “You are the young man who came with Lady Galadriel! Certainly sir!”
Halbrand wanted to correct her he was not as young as all of that, but a man of any age was undoubtedly going to seem young to an elf. “There is a sign by these flowers, but I cannot read the elvish inscription…”
“Oh! Those are the fumellar flowers! You should be careful not to get near those, sir! We have heard reports of awful, often deadly allergic reactions to the blooms from humans! Some people are lucky to recover just from bedrest until the swelling stops, but not everyone is so lucky…”
“Is there really effective treatment? I’ve seen the magic elven healers can do…” Halbrand kept digging to see what was the common lore in Eregion.
“Well, none a healer could provide, at least. The wisdom states a lover’s kiss can heal the condition, but I have never heard a direct account of this,” the young lady whispered this to him conspiratorially — this was all Halbrand needed to hear.
Halbrand wondered if the general wisdom was more explicit that the young lady was willing to share with a stranger. Even if more explicit knowledge of the nature of the affliction had spread among the wise in Eregion, it is possible the exact details of the cure were unknown to Celebrimbor. Maybe he could suggest the cure entailed him fucking the Elf-lord himself and he would be none the wiser. Truly, the possibilities to get Celebrimbor to succumb to his designs were endless. “Well, as I have no lover presently, in the spirit of great caution I shall avoid the flowers until I do,” he told the lady before leaving her to her book, throwing a rakish smile at her. Halbrand saw her blush as he departed.
Halbrand had clearly fallen out of the habit of making intricately detailed plans. Since his re-embodiment, he had kept sprinkling seeds of discord that could organically bloom into opportunities for months now. But he hadn’t forced it overtly, letting the tides of good fortune carry him to shore.
But he was now so close to something truly great that his hubris had gotten the better of him.
At first, the plan seemed like it was destined to work: at dinner in the great hall, he had overheard that Lord Celebrimbor was dining alone in his quarters, preparing for another long night. The courtyard was blessedly empty, and it was not difficult to pluck a few flowers and tie them off with an ornate ribbon. Galadriel and Elrond seemed to have scurried away to catch up, and were not there to dissuade him from his folly. And to top it off, the whole Gwaith-i-mirdain had retired for the evening already; Halbrand found himself alone in Celebrimbor’s study; the now white blooms gleaming in the moonlight.
“Oh, how pleasant to see you again, Lord Halbrand!” Celebrimbor beamed at him.
Halbrand could not help to be flattered, a warmth dusting his cheeks. This should have been a warning sign. “Just Halbrand is fine, my Lord.”
“Then call me Celebrimbor, my dear,” Celebrimbor’s voice was always so kind. “I wish I could tarry the night in conversation, but I need to spend the night thinking.”
“That is just it, isn’t it? How many nights have you spent here alone, thinking, to no avail? Perhaps there are other ways inspiration might flourish,” Halbrand cajoled him before taking one long inhale of the white poppies before extending them out to Celebrimbor.
“…Are those Fumellar flowers? Did you bring those for me?” Celebrimbor inquired.
Halbrand didn’t realize the tingling in his stomach might not be related to the look of utter delight in Celebrimbor’s features. “I was told these could bring about the inspiration of Lord Irmo. And if not, at least provide you with much needed rest. There is no use burning a spent candle.”
“That is so thoughtful, Halbrand.” Celebrimbor smiled wide, and this time there was no mistaking the blush on Halbrand’s cheeks, “As you see, everyone else has abandoned me to my folly.”
Achoo!
Halbrand sneezed directly into the poppies. The flower pollen flew all over his face at the force of the sneeze. He also felt a flush suffuse his entire body, and felt his penis rapidly engorge with blood. Oh no.
He had never previously reacted to fumellar flowers. He had handled them innumerable times, both in Almaren and in Angband, in a variety of guises. He had assumed his immunity was due to his Maiar nature — he had not foreseen that the body of Halbrand would have no such immunity.
Halbrand did not think he would die of arousal. Despite the very heavy dose he had just inhaled, his unique physiology should prevent death. But he would surely need Celebrimbor’s cum before the night was up if he ever hoped to be cured. The ruse had become his affliction.
And worse, he could not tell Celebrimbor he knew exactly how the flowers affected human physiology. Not when he had handled the flowers without a care in the world and brought them to him. He had to hope Celebrimbor figured it out on his own.
“Halbrand, you are having an allergic reaction to the flowers!” Celebrimbor moved with alacrity to take the flowers away from him, and put them in an airtight bin. “You are all red and congested: please sit down so I can properly inspect you.” Celebrimbor took Halbrand’s hand in his: the touch felt electric to Halbrand’s oversensitive nerves — the interested contact of another was felt directly in his cock, which proceeded to stiffen to full hardness.
Halbrand bit his lip to prevent an unseemly moan from erupting from his lips as Celebrimbor roughly manhandled him onto the nearest armchair. It was if every sense of his was attuned to the man in front of him: Halbrand noticed how his eyes twinkled in their concern, how a singular curl drifted loose on his brow, how his lips were plump and slightly open, as if preparing to swoop down for a kiss. His conscious mind understood this was all an effect of the pollen, and Celebrimbor was simply concerned for his wellbeing at this point. His cock pushed rather insistently against the front of his trousers at every new revelation of Celebrimbor’s appearance — only the waistband of his pants prevented it from obscenely tenting his tunic several inches upward.
“Oh dear, this must be why we were warned to keep men away from Irmo’s gifts. You are sweating as if you had a fever!” Celebrimbor moved to dab Halbrand’s forehead with a handkerchief, his soft breath ghosting over his overheated cheeks; images flashed in Halbrand’s mind of those hands soothing his oversensitive cock under his pants instead; those soft lips a balm about to wrap themselves around his shaft to cool it down. This time, Halbrand cannot help the desperate moan that escapes his lips. “This is worse than I thought… wait here while I whip up an anti-inflammatory tea.”
As Celebrimbor moves to stand up, one hand resting on Halbrand’s thigh to push himself, only a few inches from touching his aching cock, Halbrand pleads with him, “Please, don’t leave me!” He had not realized how quickly the desperation ramped up under the effect of the flowers.
“Shhh, don’t be scared. It’s just a mild allergic reaction. The tea will clear it right up, I promise” Celebrimbor’s hand is still on Halbrand’s thigh as he explains — if it were to move but a few inches, it would be touching his cock. He could feel Celebrimbor’s thumb rubbing circles on his inner thigh as if to soothe him. Every touch felt linked to something deep inside him, his dick twitching in tandem with the swiping motions. It took all his willpower to not thrust into the willing hand. It was harder to contain his groans. “Make yourself comfortable, I will be but a moment.”
Halbrand suspected he may need to be a bit more obvious — this, combined with how constricting leather breeches can be on an insistent erection, made him untie the laces of his breeches under his tunic. If Halbrand had been in a more jocular mood, he would have admired the rather impressive tented structure before him. As it was, he could barely keep himself from humping the air for some friction from the linen. He was worried the reaction was only getting worse.
Fortunately, Celebrimbor’s quest for tea only took a few minutes. He made sure Halbrand drank every last drop of the tea before he would attend to any other concerns Halbrand might have, “Let’s see how you react to this, first. It may clear everything up.”
Halbrand had no choice but to trust him. Celebrimbor only had the best of intentions, and the situation — as uncomfortable as it was — seemed to be yielding a positive effect of directing all of Celebrimbor’s nurturing attention at him.
Tea consumed, he expected Celebrimbor to quickly realize Halbrand’s more pressing and insistent concerns. Celebrimbor certainly seemed to have noticed something, alright. “Halbrand! Take off your tunic at once! You are completely covered in pollen!”
Halbrand’s decision to unlace his breeches, he realized, might come off as rather more forward than he had initially intended. But Celebrimbor did not allow for any of Halbrand’s protestations, and immediately wrenched his blue tunic free of his person, promising to replace it with a clean one from the laundry.
Once Halbrand was divested, Celebrimbor was suddenly face to face with the root cause of Halbrand’s suffering. Somehow, it seemed like the pollen could feel Celebrimbor’s eyes tracking him up and down his length; Halbrand was forced to close his eyes, thrusting at the air with an unabated compulsion to find release.
“Oh, I guess the reaction has caused your penis to swell as well,” Celebrimbor stated rather unnecessarily.
“Evidently.” Halbrand wished desperately this would clue Celebrimbor in to the solution. He gripped on the armrests for dear life — this was his only hope of not openly masturbating in front of Celebrimbor.
“That looks so swollen and uncomfortable.” Halbrand can only grunt in assent. He felt rather than saw Celebrimbor’s fingertips lightly run up his shaft. The intensity of the pleasure from such a light touch had him openly moaning. “I have just the ointment for such a reaction, it should bring it right down.”
Celebrimbor dashed out of the room before Halbrand had a chance to open his eyes and tell Celebrimbor to stay. Halbrand desperately wanted to tell Celebrimbor he didn’t need his reaction to be brought down, he needed to be fucked.
Unfortunately for Halbrand, Celebrimbor came back with a bowl of unguent and brimming with unearned confidence. He was unsure any force on earth could dissuade Celebrimbor from his healing ministrations, much to his chagrin.
“Oh, Halbrand, I can’t imagine how painful this must be,” Celebrimbor proceeded to kneel before Halbrand, holding him lightly between his fingers.
Halbrand could only nod helplessly at the tempting picture before him. If only Celebrimbor’s mouth was more preoccupied with sucking him down than with expressing sympathy.
Celebrimbor proceeded to start applying the salve all over his aching cock. He couldn’t deny the cream was soothing, but the light manner with which Celebrimbor applied it, with virtually no friction or pressure behind it, only served to deliciously tease Halbrand’s desire.
“You are burning up down there, Halbrand! I’m glad I had this ointment on hand. Aren’t you lucky?” Halbrand certainly did not feel lucky — he was this close to screaming at Celebrimbor to do something, anything more than inflame his desire — to take him firmly in hand and stroke him dry.
His logical brain knew that would not help whatsoever. But the pollen was obscuring any thoughts in his brain but the throbbing need in his cock.
“Your nipples also seem fairly inflamed, let me rub some of the salve there too.” This time, Celebrimbor didn’t hesitate to pinch and rub Halbrand’s stiff nipples, rubbing the unguent until they were well and truly absorbed. Ordinarily, Halbrand did not think his nipples were that much of an erogenous zone for him; under the influence of the accursed flowers, it was as if there was a live wire connecting the delicate peaks to the tip of his cock, but with no possibility of orgasm.
Halbrand could not contain his screams of desperation at this point, “Fuck, Celebrimbor, this is not helping! There must be something else you can do!”
Celebrimbor stopped and took a step back, clinically examining the man before him, “You are right. You need a more thorough examination. Let’s get you to the bed in the clinic room.” Halbrand breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe being on a bed would inspire Celebrimbor with thoughts of sex, instead of all this talk of allergies and inflammation.
The walk to the healing room, however, could not have been more humiliating for Halbrand. Celebrimbor did not bother to cover him up in the slightest, practically dragging him out of the room exactly as he was: shirtless, cock out, and completely covered in white sticky ointment. Despite the earlier anti-inflammatory tea, he felt his face flush beet red.
Celebrimbor assured him nobody would be here at this hour, but Halbrand’s heart-rate did not calm down until he heard Celebrimbor lock the door behind him.
“Here, kneel on the bed, I want to see if anything else is swollen,” Celebrimbor explained to Halbrand after he had divested himself of his scant remaining clothes. Halbrand kneeled upright in the bed, facing away from him, and Celebrimbor did not hesitate to manhandle him; pushing him face down toward the bed with a firm hand, and widening his stance so he laid there, ass spread and elevated towards him.
Halbrand did not think he ordinarily would find this treatment that arousing — now every domineering touch of the Lord of Eregion got him throbbing and groaning in despair. Celebrimbor was busy rolling his balls in his palm — they felt like they might have swollen to twice their size as well, with how full and tense they felt to Halbrand. “Please, Celebrimbor, tell me what is wrong with me, I can’t take it!”
That is when he felt Celebrimbor spread his asscheeks and swirl a well lubricated finger around his asshole — it was the first time this encounter where he felt oddly soothed by what Celebrimbor was doing, instead of burning in flames. He sighed in open relief, until Celebrimbor started to breach him with one finger, clinically swirling it around. Halbrand’s relief was short lived; Celebrimbor proceeded to prod him with one finger straight at his prostate. “Hmm, that is definitely interesting, that is the one gland of yours that doesn’t seem that swollen,” Celebrimbor commented dryly.
At that moment, Halbrand could not take the slow, detached stimulation anymore, and lowered his hips to try to get some friction on his poor, neglected cock — he could think of nothing but of his all consuming need to orgasm, and he could not seem to be able to rush Celebrimbor whatsoever.
Those first few thrusts against the silken sheets felt like absolute bliss. Unfortunately, Celebrimbor had other plans for Halbrand, who makes him lie down face up, leaving his cock to thrust up impotently. “Celebrimbor, please, I’m burning up!”
Halbrand tries to move his hands to start touching his swollen shaft, but Celebrimbor is faster and more decisive, and in mere seconds they are tied up above his head in the medical restraints. “Halbrand, you need to give the salve time to work! You cannot just be rubbing it all off!” Celebrimbor’s voice was no longer so self-possessed — if Halbrand wasn’t being consumed by the fumellar pollen, he might have even noticed.
Instead, Halbrand is incensed. Logically, he knew he could not die from something as simple as the poppy’s reactions: his human fana wasn’t his real body. The poppies could no more kill him than he could die from sepsis. However, the feeling was nonetheless real: the pleasure of his throbbing erection was overshadowed by a feeling of helplessness, that some harm may yet come to him. “You don’t know how any of this works! I’m dying, Celebrimbor, and all you want to do is wait,” Halbrand’s voice was coated in despair, plan forgotten.
Celebrimbor was surprisingly patient with him, despite it all, soothing his brow with a gentle hand, “Halbrand, I assure you no harm will come to you from this reaction. We’ll resolve it in due course.”
“It is easy for you to say, your body is not being consumed by fire… The Valar surely gifted you a plant that is fatal for low-born men.” Halbrand strained against his restraints for good measure.
Celebrimbor then looked away from him, guilt written across his face, “I think I need to come clean about something, Halbrand, before we proceed any further. These are not true fumellar flowers.”
Halbrand almost forgot his predicament, “…What?”
“Do you think I would just leave deadly plants out in the open in my private gardens?” Celebrimbor turned to face him with apologetic eyes, “These are crossbred with regular poppies. It dulls some of its soporific effects on Elves, but it is worth it to remove the fatal effects of the plants on Men who might stumble upon them unaware. You need not fear death, nor any serious harm.”
“So you knew this would be the effect on me, and yet you feigned ignorance of my condition?” Halbrand raised a quizzical eyebrow. He did not think Celebrimbor so cruel.
“Well, not exactly. In most cases, the crossbred plants do only produce a mild inflammatory reaction, resolved by the tea,” Celebrimbor explained.
“Most cases… What do you mean?”
“Well, when the patient receives a particularly high dose and they are in the company of a potential lover… the original effects cannot be avoided, albeit without the fatal side effects.” Halbrand raised both eyebrows, realizing what he had inadvertently revealed to Celebrimbor in his reaction. “The higher the compatibility, the more pronounced the reaction tends to be… I just figured given the circumstances, you would appreciate me being less… forthright… about the situation.”
“So you are not trying to mock me with this deception?” Halbrand asked, bitterly.
Celebrimbor then smiled apologetically at him, resuming his stroking of his brow, “Mock you? Oh, no, never that. Tease you, on the other hand… I had a feeling a bit of suffering would suit on you, and I was not wrong.” The smile turned delightfully wicked.
Halbrand stared at Celebrimbor in open shock, “You are awful.”
Celebrimbor laughed, “And I think you like me like that. Am I wrong?” Halbrand shook his head no. “Right. So I am going to get naked, and we can slowly run through all the ways I can think to cure your condition. Agreed?”
Halbrand closed his eyes and nodded frantically.
“So, although I know the young ladies who were thus afflicted resolved their problems with sex,” Celebrimbor explained as he shed his robe and underclothes, “I didn’t pry them for details beyond that, as it seemed indecorous. I think we will have to get creative,” He said, gloriously naked, and more than a little aroused, as far as Halbrand could see.
“Ladies? You mean, you have never seen a man poisoned by the flowers?”
“Well, not one so affected as you. Normally it is wayward maidens who delight in flowers.”
Halbrand saw an easy out to his condition, abusing of Celebrimbor’s ignorance, “The solution seems simple enough, then, if you are willing to assist me, that is. Will you fuck me, Celebrimbor?”
Although he could see Celebrimbor seemed thoroughly interested in this prospect, he noticed something held the elf-lord back.”Surely you would prefer to fuck me, would that not be the more logical solution?”
He could not believe he would have to argue this point with him, “How is one position possibly more logical than the other?”
“Well, I am assuming the poisonous plant is primarily affecting your genitals, given how engorged they are. Meanwhile, your prostate doesn’t seem affected at all, it doesn’t seem logical that the solution would be for me to penetrate you.”
Celebrimbor’s analytical mind would be the death of him, “Are you doing this just to tease me, again?”
He has a guilty look about him, but he replies, “Well, no. I just don’t think you are in your right mind to consent to that. You’d agree to anything in your altered condition. I was trying to propose something less… invasive to start.” Hastily he added, looking away, “I know I am taking advantage of you as it is.”
Halbrand realized the absolute irony of the situation. “Surely I am the one taking advantage in this situation?”
“I know you won’t die, and I am of sound mind. I want you, Halbrand,” Halbrand felt himself visibly react to this statement, his arousal coming back in full force, “even if you were not reacting to fumellar flowers. I cannot say the same for you.”
Halbrand would have said anything at this point, if only Celebrimbor would just get on with it, his brain cloudy with need, “How can I put you at ease?”
“Permit me to try something simpler, to start, and if that doesn’t work, we’ll try it your way.” Celebrimbor moved to straddle Halbrand’s thighs, so that his cock was within hand’s reach.
Halbrand nodded in assent. If he’d have to endure a couple of orgasms before the toxins left his body, well, there were worse fates. The goal was to gain Celebrimbor’s trust, and if he felt more comfortable taking it slow, well, Halbrand was sure he’d enjoy it just the same.
Halbrand would soon realize how wrong he was.
Celebrimbor stroking him in earnest ramped up the potency of the allergic reaction. No sensations existed in Halbrand’s mind other than the slide of Celebrimbor’s hand on his cock; every muscle below his waist contracted in a futile bid to rid himself of this poison and his skin crawled with shooting, stabbing waves of heat.
It turned out to be a good thing, Halbrand realized, that Celebrimbor had the sense to tie him up earlier: he was not confident he would not have grabbed him and mounted him by force if he had been allowed such a freedom, just to rid himself of the discomfort he felt all over.
It did not take long for Celebrimbor to stroke him to the edge of orgasm, and blissfully Celebrimbor was no longer in the mood to tease him, either. He braced himself to tumble over, and feel a modicum of relief from his cresting arousal.
But then, nothing came of it. The feeling of impeding orgasm completely disappeared, while his bodily aches and the desperate arousal remained, all while watching his hips thrusting and slowly leaking cum all over his stomach. It was as if the drug knew this would not satisfy and completely blocked any pleasurable sensation of release, including any orgasmic contractions.
Halbrand wailed in desperation, cursing the Valar for their cruel machinations, and tears welled up in his eyes.
“I guess the drug was not fooled by my hand,” Celebrimbor remarked, despondently, moving to soothe the pained Halbrand, his cock oversensitive with release. “Don’t worry, my friend, you shall not suffer much longer.”
“Celebrimbor, you need to fuck me now, please,” Halbrand was not above begging at this stage, his eyes wide with need, pulling at this restraints.
Celebrimbor moved to straddle his midsection instead, dipping his fingers in Halbrand’s spend as he moved. “Halbrand, be sensible. The only logical cure would be for you to fuck me.”
Halbrand could only watch on helplessly, for he could not find the words to convince Celebrimbor he was wrong without revealing his knowledge of the drug, all the while every nerve in his body screamed at him to take what was on offer. All thoughts deserted him as he watched Celebrimbor stretch and prepare himself using only his cum as lubrication — the eroticism of the scene before him coupled with the heightened effects of the pollen put Halbrand in an aroused trance — the world narrowed to watch Celebrimbor's fingers thrusting in and out only a few inches above his cock, watching the naked elf blissed out and ready before him.
And then, Celebrimbor reached behind him for Halbrand’s cock, and started to sink onto him in one smooth motion. “Oh, fuck, Halbrand, you feel so good inside me.”
Halbrand had not noticed until now just how desperate Celebrimbor had become during this ordeal. He had been so deliberate and careful with Halbrand every step of the way, Halbrand assumed he was the only one suffering. But now he saw the determination with which Celebrimbor was riding him with, how his cock looked just as hard and strained as Halbrand from watching and tending to him, without a thought of reciprocation. He could even see how Celebrimbor’s cock was leaking copious precum, beads sliding down his impressive shaft, and yet his hands toyed at Halbrand’s nipples instead of reaching over to take himself in hand.
They often said the Eldar experienced pleasure more intensely than men, and Celebrimbor’s enjoyment wracked his pretty face in every downward thrust. So much was Celebrimbor enjoying himself that it took Halbrand by surprise when he saw the elf-lord’s cock start spurting strand after strand of milky fluid as Celebrimbor’s pleasured moans filled the room.
This, coupled with Celebrimbor’s clenching passage around him were enough to trigger Halbrand’s second aborted orgasm. “No, no, no, no…” Halbrand lamented as he futilely tried to thrust into Celebrimbor, chasing a pleasurable feeling that was fully absent, a feeling of suspended arousal gnawing at all his nerve endings.
Celebrimbor, despite his satiation, had the presence of mind to quickly move off of Halbrand and examine the situation, seeking to relieve Halbrand’s suffering. He gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead, apologetically, “I have been a fool, I should have listened to you and trusted you understood what your body was experiencing. I thought more of what I would want, what I wanted selfishly to be true. Let me remedy this for you.”
Halbrand shook his head, frantically, “Please do not apologize, you did nothing wrong. Just, please, I need you to fuck me, now, Celebrimbor. I cannot take this anymore.” Tears were streaming down his cheeks in pain and desperation.
He watched Celebrimbor move to stand at the foot of the bed, scooting Halbrand’s hips to the bottom edge, and proceeded to place each of Halbrand’s feet in one of the stirrups conveniently located on each side of the footboard. Celebrimbor then gently poked at Halbrand’s exposed asshole with one finger, making sure to thoroughly coat it in their combined fluids to ease the way.
“It seems you are swollen here, now, Halbrand,” Celebrimbor stated, poking at Halbrand’s prostate, causing him to gasp. Something about Celebrimbor’s fingers was soothing the burning in Halbrand’s veins for the first time since this ordeal started. The cum coating his fingers was not enough, but his body sensed it was a step in the right direction. But it was not nearly enough.
“Please don’t make me beg, Celebrimbor, I am more than ready,” Halbrand groaned.
Celebrimbor stuck two fingers into him, thrusting deeper into him, and it was like a soothing wave washing over him. Other parts of him, however, could only tense and thrust in need. “Unfortunately, you will need to give me a moment. I do not have your current stamina.” Halbrand wanted to cry at this realization, he wasn’t sure how long he could stand to wait. “I will make sure to do what I can to keep you comfortable in the meantime.”
Halbrand felt as Celebrimbor steadily fucked him with two fingers, crooking them deep inside him with each thrust. He could feel his cock throbbing sympathetically each time he did this, Halbrand worried he’d tumble over to another ruined orgasm. Then he felt Celebrimbor’s tongue swirl around his fingers, stimulating his pucker with his tongue while crooking his fingers within him, “Hrmph, please, this is too much!”
He felt Celebrimbor withdraw at this moment, and saw him stand once more, lining up his now rubbing his now erect cock against Halbrand’s crack. “You are right, I think I’m ready now,” Celebrimbor smirked at him, coating his cock in more of their mixed cum before thrusting into Halbrand, meeting no resistance along the way.
Celebrimbor fucked him slowly and deliberately; Halbrand felt with every slide of his cock the effects of pollen melting away. — he could breathe clearly, his muscles felt looser, and his skin was no longer on fire. Yet he sensed the tightness around his genitals would not dissipate until Celebrimbor emptied himself deep inside of him. He did not think he could tolerate remaining untouched until Celebrimbor came, not with him aiming squarely at his prostate with every thrust.
Fortunately he did not have to plead with his generous lover, who seemed to have noticed his plight from his escalating moans and took him firmly in hand, just as Celebrimbor’s thrusts were becoming faster and more frantic. “Halbrand, I… I am not going to last much longer,” Celebrimbor groaned at him.
“Yes, please, I need you,” Halbrand pleaded, helpless in a sea of pleasure, holding on to the edge.
Celebrimbor came, stilling his hips deep inside of him, never faltering in his firm touch; it was as if something loosened in Halbrand’s scrotum, and he could finally let go. The magic spell had been lifted. His orgasm, when it came, hit Halbrand with full force, as if he were simultaneously receiving three times the pleasure all at once, and it took a long time to fade.
“Thank you,” was all a breathless Halbrand could say, completely dazed with afterglow.
Celebrimbor just smiled at him, laughing in delight.
Celebrimbor was quick to untie him and massage his sore wrists, and in no time at all both of them were nakedly relaxing in each other’s arms in the large bed in the healing room.
“Celebrimbor, now that this is all over and done with, can you finally be honest with me? Did you really not know you were driving me insane?” Halbrand didn’t particularly mind if that was the case — he knew what he wanted out of Celebrimbor, and he needed to understand if him for any of it to work.
“I knew I was driving you insane, but I also had never dealt with someone under the influence of the fumellar flowers. I have been so stressed out as of late, and nothing I attempt seems to work. For once, it felt nice to just care for someone, to have someone who needs you, and know they will be better by the end of it, that you won’t fail them.” Celebrimbor sighed, as Halbrand buried his head into his chest. “I have not allowed myself to rest, and it has taken a toll on me. And then, you showed up. You have been the first person who took notice of me. Not for what I could do for them, or to comment on my failures, but to delight in my thought. You noticed I needed to rest, and went out of your way to spend time with a stranger.” Celebrimbor then asked, “Did you really not know how the fumellar flowers would affect you?”
Halbrand didn’t hesitate, staring into Celebrimbor’s soft eyes, “I knew they had soporific and psychoactive effects, but it is not like gifts from Valinor grow in the Southlands, my Lord. I would not have been so careless, had I known.”
Celebrimbor kisses him softly, “I apologize for your discomfort, then, but I cannot feel sorry for what happened. There is something so intoxicating about knowing with certainty someone else desires you, and having them trust you with that realization.”
“Then, I hope that trust can be reciprocated. I want to be of use to you, Celebrimbor — not just as a forge-hand, but as something more — I want to be your friend,” Halbrand declares, clutching his hands in his.
“I think a friend is exactly what I need if I am to be successful. It is through such harmony that Eru Iluvatar’s inspiration enters the world, after all.” Celebrimbor smiles at him.
“And here I thought the Valar were doling out their divine punishment upon me for impertinence,” Halbrand laughed. “Turns out, I am exactly where I need to be.”