Title: A spring's tale
Author: Gil Feir (formerly known as MellonNinEstel)
Rating: R
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Summary: Aragorn and Legolas fell in love. But how will Estel's family take it? And what will happen when jealously enters the stage?
Warning: pwp
Feedback: Yes, very welcome
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and make no money with this story.
Series: Yes. This is the second story in the series and the sequel to A Winter's tale.
Beta: Firith-Tindome
A/N 1: This time i dedicate 100 ranger points to CRAZYAZN KID, because her review was so to the point. g
A/N 2: This is the shorter, censured version of the chapter (I'm afraid if I post the uncensored version, the site will kick me off. The original version can be found at Mirrormere).
Chapter 12: Loving
„Whispering huskily, he moved his fingers through Estel's hair, "We have not yet celebrated the announcement of our relationship." And then he leaned closer and brushed his nose against Estel's, before he kissed the young man again, warm and sweet. Gently, Legolas took Estel by the shoulders and guided him down onto the mattress."
Smiling, Estel let Legolas press him onto the mattress, spreading his legs willingly to accommodate his partner. Kneeling on the mattress, Legolas took in the sight before him, the smile on the man's face, the sparkling eyes, the submitting posture of his body. All the blood seemed to rush to his loin, and with a grin of his own, Legolas stretched out on top of Estel, using his elbows to not crush the human.
Slowly, the elf let his fingers travel down the side of Estel's face, over the forehead, brushing the eyelids, the cheekbone, then caressing the cheek softly, before he traced the sweet lips with his thumb and let his fingers travel further to the young man's neck. He could fee Estel's pulse quickening under his fingers, and his smile widened. It amazed Legolas that someone like Estel, someone so perfect, so lovely, would love him that much that his mere touch could speed his heartbeat. Gently, Legolas bent down to kiss the spot where the neck went over to the chest, making Estel giggle softly.
"Your hair tickles me, Legolas." Estel said, before he brushed his fingers through the long, blond locks, tucking them behind Legolas's pointy ears. "I love it when it does." Estel added, letting the strands fall forward again, so that they framed Legolas's face. Tilting his head to the side, Estel looked up at Legolas, wondering what the elf saw in him that made him be so sweet and gentle, so…perfect.
Without the two knowing, they had the same thoughts going through their minds, and when Legolas shook his head gently to tickle Estel with his hair, the young man laughed and pulled Legolas close, kissing him sweetly.
Slowly, Legolas let his lips brush against Estel's red ones, relishing in the touch, before he let his tongue trace wet circles on the young man's upper lip. Giving Estel small, feathery kisses, Legolas explored the mouth from the outside thoroughly, before he took Estel's bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling at it gently. Estel moaned, lifting his chin a fraction, and Legolas sucked the lip into his own mouth for a second, before he released it. Brushing his lips once more against Estel's, he let his tongue sneak forwards, pressing gently, and when Estel opened his lips slightly, Legolas entered the wet cave with his tongue, stroking the teeth, searching, exploring. Their tongues met, stroking, and with skill Legolas guided Estel's tongue into his own mouth, savouring the taste. Their breaths mingled, both unwilling to break the kiss.
Still kissing, Legolas let his hand travel down Estel's chest, finding his nipple even through the clothing, and when he brushed the palm of his hand against it, Estel moaned into his mouth, sending deep vibrations through his whole body. Feeling his desire rise, Legolas rubbed himself gently against Estel, eliciting another groan that send shivers down his back. Breaking the kiss, Legolas slowly sat up, opened the strings that held his shirt closed, pulled it over his head and threw it to the floor, unheeding where it landed. Smiling, lips slightly swollen, Estel followed his example, getting rid of his shirt. Still clad in their leggings, they resumed their positions on the bed.
Instead of kissing Estel once more, Legolas shifted his body downwards, his warm lips brushing lightly against the skin of Estel's chest. Kissing the collars bones softly, Legolas moved down until he found the right nipple. Licking it gently and making Estel sigh, Legolas traced it with his tongue, circling it, teasing, before he brushed his teeth gently against the nub, feeling it harden. Smiling, Legolas removed his warm mouth and moved on to the next nipple, treating it in the same way as the first. Estel hissed when Legolas brushed the nub with his teeth, jerking slightly, and Legolas kissed the nipple sweetly.
Moving further, Legolas placed a trail of warm, wet kissed down Estel's chest, his hands still caressing the young man's nipples, until he reached Estel's belly button. Kissing it gently, Legolas felt the man shift under him in obvious pleasure, before he stroked the belly button with his tongue, wetting it, before he plunged his tongue into his, making Estel squeak softly.
Laughing, Legolas kissed the belly button one more time, before he slid up again, until he was face to face with Estel. The young man's eyes were sparkling and a smile was on his lips. They kissed once more, slow and sweet, but then Estel rolled out from under Legolas, reversing their positions. With one last kiss on Legolas's red lips, Estel began his own exploration. Gently, he kissed the tip of Legolas's nose, eliciting a chuckle from the elf, before he moved on, kissing Legolas's eyelashes, his forehead, moving on to the elf's ears.
Feathery, Estel let his lips brush the outline of Legolas's ear, his breath warm and sweet. When Legolas moaned softly, Estel gently kissed the tip of the pointed ear, stroking it with his tongue and making Legolas's gasp. More warm kissed followed, and when Estel sighed softly, letting his breath brush against Legolas's ear, the elf moaned once more in pleasure. Smiling, Estel did the same to the other ear, before he moved downwards.
His lips marked his passage with wet spots on Legolas's skin, while his fingers brushed gently over Legolas's nipples, scratching them lightly with his fingernails until they hardened under his touch. Kissing each of Legolas's ribs, Estel finally reached the rim of Legolas's leggings, and the young man let his lip brush teasingly across the skin just above it. Slowly, his tongue sneaked out, licking gently over Legolas's hip bone, making the elf shift under him. Estel could feel Legolas hardening, and his own arousal washed over him. Giving the hip bone another sweet kiss, Estel bestowed a kiss just above the middle of Legolas's waist band, before he lifted himself a fraction. With nimble fingers, but incredibly slow movements, Estel opened the strings that held Legolas's leggings closed, before he slowly pulled them down Legolas's legs. Once that was done, Estel returned to his position above Legolas. Gazing at the elf, Estel could tell that Legolas was having as much pleasure as he was.
Leaving his position southwards, Estel kissed his way up Legolas chest, his naked chest flushed against Legolas's, until their lips meet in an eager kiss that lasted. Straddling the elf, Estel slowly pushed his hips downwards, grinding his own arousal against Legolas's. Both moaned in pleasure, and Estel slowly began to loosen the strings that held his own leggings closed.
Legolas watched transfixed, his eyes roaming across Estel's body. When the man straightened and pulled down the leggings, revealing his fully hardened length, Legolas felt his heart speed up. Once the offending piece of clothing was removed, Estel once more straddles Legolas. As soon as their groins touched, they groaned in pleasure. Taking up their well known rhythm, Estel and Legolas ground their loins together in obvious desire, but they kept the it all slow and measured, for none of them wanted to come too early.
Sharing another lingering kiss, Legolas gently lifted Estel off of him, before he shifted behind him. Both kneeling on the mattress, Legolas let his fingers play with Estel's nipples, while his mouth bestowed lovely kisses on the young man's neck, then down his back, along the spine. Goose bumps appeared all over Estel's skin, and Legolas had to smile. Gently, he pressed his body against Estel's, and only too willingly the human sank down onto the covers, spreading his legs. Legolas looked down at him for a moment, savouring the sight, before he leaned down.
His unbound hair tickled Estel and the man laughed softly, but when Legolas kissed first the one side, and then the other side of his bottom, he moaned in pleasure, thrusting his hips up slightly. Understanding the invitation, Legolas positioned himself between Estel's legs, let his hands sneak up and down the man's thighs, before he gently kissed Estel's lower back. Estel moaned again, then reached out towards the nightstand, rummaged around for a moment in the upper drawer, before he handed a small flask to Legolas.
Taking it, Legolas popped it open and spread a small amount of the sweet scented oil onto his hands, before he closed it and put in on the floor. Leaning down, he let one of his hands caress Estel's belly button, knowing that the young man was very sensitive there, while his other hand moved to Estel's entrance.
Legolas prepared the man gently, and when he removed his fingers only to replace them with his length, he sighed in relief. This was perfect. As if on a secret signal, both lovers took up their dance. It was slow and full of passion, and each time Legolas thrust in, Estel would push back, making their love making synchronically. Suddenly, the young man gasped and stopped moving. Concerned, Legolas leaned down to gaze at his face. Estel had his eyes tightly closed, his cheeks flushed, and to Legolas's worry there was also pain there. Afraid that he had hurt him, Legolas asked worriedly, "Estel? What is it, melethron nin?"
Opening his eyes, Estel gazed at Legolas with something akin to shame on his features. He bit his bottom lip and licked his lips. His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke, "Nothing."
Raising an eyebrow, Legolas shook his head, "I can see you are hurting, melethron." Gently, Legolas began to remove himself form the young man, but Estel stopped him, "It is not you, Legolas. It's…my wound."
Surprised that he wound would still cause Estel hurt, Legolas gently brushed his fingers against the light bandage that Estel still wore. A hiss escaped Estel, and Legolas shook his head, "Why did you not tell me?"
"It did not hurt before. Just…lying on my stomach and…well…" Estel blushed and broke off, but Legolas understood him nevertheless. Stroking Estel's back and placing a warm kiss between the young man's shoulders, Legolas whispered, "Then we will find another way." With another sweet kiss, Legolas took Estel by the hips and withdrew himself. Quickly, Estel rolled onto his back, relieving the wound from the pressure, and wanting Legolas to resume what they had started. But, to his surprise, the elf shook his head.
"It will hurt in that position, too, for I would lye on top of you." Estel nodded, but he could not take his eyes from the elf. Legolas's body was shimmering silver in the moonlight, his elven glow strengthened by his desire, and his hardened elfhood transfixed Estel. Grinning, Legolas kneeled for a moment longer, letting Estel look all he wanted to. Finally, Legolas shook his head, laughing, "Well, shall we?"
Estel nodded once more, but when he wanted to get up so that Legolas could lye down, the elf shook his head and pressed him down again. Confused, Estel asked, "But I thought you said…"
"Aye, I remember what I said." Legolas kissed Estel gently, before he shifted his body, straddling the young human. Gasping, Estel swallowed thickly and opened his mouth to say something, but Legolas silenced him with a slender finger on his lips, "Shh. Estel, I would love to make love to you, but in every position I would press on your wound and hurt you." Legolas gave Estel another kiss before he continued, "You need to determine the pace, and this is the only position that will not hurt you, melethron."
Locking his eyes with Estel, Legolas asked somewhat shyly, "Estel, would you make love to me?" For a moment, Estel said nothing, but then he whispered, turning a lovely shade of pink, "I have never done this, Legolas." Kissing Estel, Legolas murmured, "Then I will show you." Nodding, Estel rubbed his nose against Legolas, before he kissed him once more.
Slowly, Legolas rotated his hips, grinding against Estel, until the man lost his shyness and their passion returned full force. Leaning over the edge of the bed, Legolas grabbed the flask of oil and poured something of it onto Estel's hands, before he returned the flask. Guiding the man, the elf gently lifted his bottom, placing Estel's fingers over the entrance. His voice full of desire, Legolas instructed, "You have felt me do it, Estel. Just do to me what you like so much when I do it to you."
Swallowing, Estel did as Legolas had bid him, and after a few moments he found that he actually enjoyed doing this, as did Legolas. Encouraged, Estel prepared Legolas gently, until the elf sighed and nodded his head to indicate that it was enough. After oiling Estel, Legolas helped the man to enter him, and when Legolas was seated, Estel gazed up at him wondrously. It was a sight that Estel would never forget in his whole life. Something so arousing, so sweet, so lovely…
Taking up their familiar dance, the two lovers found their release together in sweet harmony. Panting, they stayed in their positions until the last shivers left them, and then Legolas lifted himself off of the man, snuggling close to him. They kissed, then brushed their noses together, bathing in the afterglow of their love.
And when Legolas reached to the nightstand, took out a small towel and cleaned them, Estel thought that he truly would never forget this night, the first night he had made love to an elf….to his friend….his lover, his melethron. Legolas.
To be continued
