Admiration, Pairing: Legolas/Melpomaen, Rating: NC-17
Title: Admiration
Characters: Legolas/Melpomaen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Smut. And a puppy! (Not like that, you sick, sick people!)
Author's Notes: This chapter fulfils the 25fluffyfics prompt 16. Puppy/kitten
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It was senseless, he knew, to feel so self-conscious in the presence of a lover who had already partaken of all that his body had to offer. Yet, as he tugged urgently at the laces of his waistband and parted the flaps of material, Legolas could not help but feel a little uncertain.
Who wouldn't, when their lover hovered at their shoulder with the same predatory anticipation as Melpomaen currently exhibited? The little elf's expectant eyes were fixed upon the juncture of his parted legs with an intensity that rather reminded Legolas of the cats that the store-master bred to keep the mice in check.
He only hoped he would not suffer the same fate as did those unfortunate mice upon leaving the safety of their nests.
With purposeful deliberation, Legolas reached into his clothing and freed the rapidly swelling shaft. It jumped in his hand the moment it met the cool air, proudly proclaiming its readiness, and Legolas blushed lightly. At least one part of his anatomy had no issues with confidence!
Not that he had any reason to be anxious - he had never received any complaints before - but Melpomaen's opinion was important to him. Waiting for the little elf's verdict was somewhat nerve-wracking.
The throaty chuckle at his ear seemed to indicate that the little elf was pleased, at any rate. Melpomaen leant forward, moulding his chest against the prince's back, and practically purred his approval.
"Oh, Legolas, that is just the most beautiful thing," he murmured, his breath hot on the prince's neck. "It reminds me of a puppy!"
A what? Legolas blinked, his smile instantly evaporating. Previous lovers had compared him to animals before but it was usually a bit more complimentary than that! He had been told he could make a stallion jealous and that he surely rivalled the tusk of an oliphaunt. Exaggerations, obviously, but still better than a puppy!
The poor thing was deflating as quickly as his bruised ego!
"A puppy?" he repeated in a small, bewildered voice.
Melpomaen giggled and kissed his neck. "Yes! Just look at it: so willing and eager to please! I just want to pet it and I bet it would love nothing more than to let me!"
Ooh! Well, that was alright then! Legolas – all of him – visibly perked up at the explanation.
"If I'm a puppy, you're a kitten!" he countered playfully.
"And how do you work that out?"
"You're small and cute and… ouch! You have claws!"
Melpomaen smirked, his nails grazing a perfect set of parallel crimson grooves across the prince's left shoulder.
"Evil!" Legolas gasped, back arched and muscles tightening. "Evil kitten! Do that again!"
His request was obliged.
Melpomaen slowly criss-crossed the bared skin with faint red lines, drawing tiny whimpers and sharp intakes of breath from his lover. By the time he had finished with that sinewy canvas, Legolas was trembling; his breath coming in short pants and his skin damp from sweat as well as oil.
Gentle fingertips brushed over the sensitised skin, from the small of the back to the nape of his neck and then further, up to the lobes of his ears. Legolas shivered.
"Would you like to play a game?" Melpomaen inquired suggestively.
"Hmm… what kind of game?"
"Close your eyes," came the breathy reply, and Legolas complied. "Now imagine my hands are your hands. Follow my movements and imagine it is my hands upon you. Right now they are cradling your balls, rolling them gently and testing their weight. Do you feel it?"
"Yes," he whispered, cupping the heavy sac between his legs. This game had potential! "Yes!"
Melpomaen fondled the fleshy lobes for a moment longer before taking them between finger and thumb and stroking upwards, along the rims of those sensitive ears. A wave of pleasure rippled out from the touch, shot straight down the prince's spine and into his groin, where it pulsed the entire length of his cock and caused it to twitch once more. Legolas moaned his appreciation.
His ears were caressed slowly, leisurely, and Legolas' hand mirrored Melpomaen's unhurried pace.
"The skin is so soft here," Melpomaen told him softly, as though sharing a great secret, "And yet so firm beneath. Such luxurious texture… don't you agree?"
"Mmm…" Legolas closed his eyes, flexing his hips as he gradually brought that tumescent shaft to fullness, the skin of his hand suddenly pale against the now reddened flesh.
"And so sensitive," the little elf continued, skating his sharp nails behind the ridge and up towards the tips where he rubbed the very edges with light, quick flicks of his forefinger. Legolas thumbed the elevated raphe just behind the flared head and pumped rapidly, matching the rhythm of Melpomaen's fingertips flickering over the tips of his ears.
"Mel!" he gasped sharply, both as a warning and a heartfelt plea to continue. He was desperate to turn so that he could kiss his lover and yet he did not, for he could not forego the searing sensations emanating from Melpomaen's touch. It was incredible!
"Mel!" he cried out again, louder this time, as shudders began to overtake his body.
In response, the little elf took hold of those tender ear-tips and gave them a sudden pinch.
He couldn't breathe!
For one glorious, panic-stricken, moment, Legolas' chest constricted so tightly that he was physically unable to draw breath. His eyes flew open in alarm and his whole body jerked in shock…
…and then he was convulsing in Melpomaen's lap, gasping and crying out and erupting everywhere…
In a faraway corner of his mind, Legolas was aware of Melpomaen holding him and praising him in a soft murmur; telling him how beautiful he looked, how honoured he felt to witness such wild abandon. He latched onto the words as all other senses were overcome and the world seemed to fall way around him.
Afterwards, Legolas could only lay there, muscles quivering and breathing erratic. The sticky streams of his release grew cool on his chest before he was able to move once more and he looked up at his little lover with a watery smile.
Melpomaen positively beamed at him. "Oh, Legolas!" he gushed, "You are beyond magnificent!"
Legolas found himself blushing again. Not knowing quite what to say, he licked his dry lips and tried to sit up. Two small hands came to rest on his shoulders.
"No, don't move just yet. Lie there for a moment. Relax."
"I don't think I can get more relaxed than I am now," Legolas replied in a sleepy mumble.
"That's good! Now you will be able to pass judgement on my skills as a masseur!"
Legolas laughed weakly. "Please tell me you don't practise that with each other!"
"What? Oh, Valar, no! Eww!" Melpomaen joined in with his quiet laughter. "To be honest, I've not tried that before. I'm pleased you liked it!"
"Liked it?" Legolas exclaimed, "I can't even describe it! I can barely move!"
"Then don't. I'll move instead." So decided, the petite elf shimmied down the bed to lie alongside his woodland prince. Slender arms drew the sated blonde close and held him gently.
Their eyes met and they shared a smile that somehow conveyed more than if they had chosen to speak with words.
Legolas sighed in contentment. "I think I'm going to enjoy being your puppy."
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