Legolas didn't think he would ever tire of the differences between himself
and Aragorn. The Ranger was dark where he was light, rough where he was
smooth, bulky where he was slender, and no less beautiful for it.
He moved slowly, careful not to jostle the man in bed next to him, it had been a long night already. Aragorn was sprawled on his belly, heavy, satisfied, and very close to sleep. Legolas straddled his hips, bracing his hands on either side of the other mans shoulders.
"Hmm?" Aragorn rumbled, his voice scratchy from sleep.
"Shh, go to sleep." Legolas whispered, pressing a kiss to one dark shoulder.
Aragorn relaxed beneath him and Legolas let his mouth wander, lips and tongue tracing the cut of muscle, and the lines of scars. Aragorn's skin fascinated him, the darkness of it against his own, even where it lightened under his clothing; paler still where scars lay, the skin tight and shiny around them, and the dark, scattered marks left by Legolas' mouth and teeth.
The Elf leaned down, nuzzling the back of Aragorn's neck where the skin was soft and unmarked, he opened his eyes, watching his pale blonde hair mingle with the silky black of the Rangers. He shook his head slowly, watching the strands slide together.
A hand rose from under the blankets and caught his wrist in a gentle grasp. "Stop...tickles." The hand tugged gently, "Enough, Legolas. I need sleep even if you do not."
Legolas pulled back, lightly scraping the back of Aragorn's neck with his teeth, then soothing the spot with his tongue before sliding off the Ranger and settling next to him in the bed. He sighed, resting his cheek on Aragorn's shoulder and closing his eyes. He rested, one hand pressed to the small bite mark at the base of Aragorn's spine.
He moved slowly, careful not to jostle the man in bed next to him, it had been a long night already. Aragorn was sprawled on his belly, heavy, satisfied, and very close to sleep. Legolas straddled his hips, bracing his hands on either side of the other mans shoulders.
"Hmm?" Aragorn rumbled, his voice scratchy from sleep.
"Shh, go to sleep." Legolas whispered, pressing a kiss to one dark shoulder.
Aragorn relaxed beneath him and Legolas let his mouth wander, lips and tongue tracing the cut of muscle, and the lines of scars. Aragorn's skin fascinated him, the darkness of it against his own, even where it lightened under his clothing; paler still where scars lay, the skin tight and shiny around them, and the dark, scattered marks left by Legolas' mouth and teeth.
The Elf leaned down, nuzzling the back of Aragorn's neck where the skin was soft and unmarked, he opened his eyes, watching his pale blonde hair mingle with the silky black of the Rangers. He shook his head slowly, watching the strands slide together.
A hand rose from under the blankets and caught his wrist in a gentle grasp. "Stop...tickles." The hand tugged gently, "Enough, Legolas. I need sleep even if you do not."
Legolas pulled back, lightly scraping the back of Aragorn's neck with his teeth, then soothing the spot with his tongue before sliding off the Ranger and settling next to him in the bed. He sighed, resting his cheek on Aragorn's shoulder and closing his eyes. He rested, one hand pressed to the small bite mark at the base of Aragorn's spine.