Author's note:
Yeah, so this chapter is entirely explicit, so big ol' CW for sex.
FriendlyNeighborhoodHufflepuff: They cute me out, but I can't help but feel like I would be like Bregedúr and just shout at the two of them. :P
pineapple-pancake: I have now learned about pineapple pancakes! my god, what a time to be alive haha. Your comments are so kind, I hope the chapter will be ok! :D
His whisper made the hair on my neck stand on end. I tried to force myself to keep calm, but as his soft, full lips passed over mine, whatever self-restraint I had been exercising through the day evaporated.
I snatched Glorfindel up so fast and forcefully it was like my arms were spring-loaded. One hand was in the middle of his back, the other supported his head as I drew him close and pressed my mouth hard against his.
He let out a long, low moan, and kissed back with equal intensity as he let himself be gently rocked in my arms. I paused a moment and drank in his beautiful face, feeling myself get lost in his eyes.
"My Glorfindel," I murmured as I cleared an errant strand of hair from his vision.
Glorfindel seemed to glow as he smiled from ear to ear, nodding at me. I rested my forehead against his. I was suddenly filled with an almost retroactive fear when I thought about how easily I could have gone on not noticing my own feelings for Glorfindel. What if he had said nothing, or if I only realised after I had missed my chance to say something? The panic ate at me for a moment, almost putting me in a stranglehold.
"You cannot imagine how much I love you," I whispered, a whisper being all I could manage at that point. I heard a small breath leave him and our faces collided as he kissed me the hardest he ever had. Now Glorfindel was the one clamping me to him tightly, holding me steady as he rubbed my neck with his thumb. When he was finally forced to pause for a breath, he looked at me, his wide, blue eyes boring into mine.
"Nor can you," was all he said before he gently guided me backwards onto the bed.
He slipped his robe off and hung it over the chair nearby, taking mine as well. Stepping back to me, he sought my lips again as he slowly climbed on top of me. His tongue brushed against my lips, and as I opened them, he began to softly delve. My own tongue moved into his mouth, and our kiss quickly became deeper and more urgent. Hands started to roam, mine passing down over his waist and up again as I went under his tunic. I relished the feeling of his smooth skin under my fingers, flesh that I hadn't ever touched and greedily wanted more of.
The kiss broke, and Glorfindel smiled as he slipped his tunic off, revealing a bare torso that was a work of art. Sculpted, broad at the top, tapered at the bottom, with a dusting of gold hair that I could see went from his chest down to-
My breath caught audibly.
"What is it, Rhodri?" Glorfindel asked coyly as he started helping me off with my shirt.
I felt my cheeks burn, not that there was a good reason for it. It wasn't like we'd come here to take a lead lighting class.
"Oh, ah, just admiring that lovely pot plant you have over there. Haven't seen that kind before," I croaked as I pointed at the begonia on the window sill, feebly attempting to allay my embarrassment of being caught in a moment of lasciviousness.
Glorfindel paused, and then burst into clear, melodic laughter. "Rhodri," he whispered to me as he leaned in and gave me a knowing look, "You may recall that this is your room, and you stole that pot plant from Bregedúr when you found out she wasn't watering it enough."
He chuckled and shook his head. "You really are a terrible liar, you know."
I had nothing I could say to that. I was lying there with my shirt half on, half off, my entire face bright red now. Rather than continue to dig my own grave, I finished undressing my top half and set my tunic on the ground.
Glorfindel swallowed hard as his eyes drifted down from my face to my chest, and his shoulders visibly slackened. He lay down beside me and wordlessly traced a hand up from my hip, hesitating when he reached the top of my waist and scanning my face for a reaction. I smiled, took his hand, and gently placed it on my breast. Glorfindel's breathing got deeper as he moved his free hand to my other breast and massaged my nipples between his fingers. They quickly grew hard under his ministrations.
I busied my hands with exploring his own delightful torso, running my fingers over his chest and down along the bumps of his abdominal muscles until I reached the tiny crop of hair just beneath his belly button.
Glorfindel hissed in pleasure, his hips bucking just a little as the bulge at the front of his trousers became extremely obvious.
I leaned over and looked down at him, finding myself getting sucked in by his wide, shimmering ocean eyes as he looked back up at me with open lust.
"Mmm?" I let my fingers wander up and down a few centimetres.
"You are… aaah…" he shuddered a little mid-sentence and seemed to exert some effort in resuming speaking, "extremely arousing, my love."
"Oh, really?" I murmured as I lowered my lips onto his. "What makes you say that, Glorfindel?" He gently kissed back, and his breaths got deeper and quicker.
Without a word, he opened his pants, picked up my hand that had been lingering nearby, and slipped it into his underwear, wrapping my fingers around his slick, rock-hard erection. He let out a moan as I slowly massaged him in my hand.
"Rh- Rhodri- if you keep that up, I will only last a few seconds more," he gasped, his face now covered in a small sheen of sweat.
I let go, my hand now decidedly slippery.
After a couple of seconds, Glorfindel had regained a few shreds of composure, and gently pushed me onto my back. "Besides which," he continued in a steadier voice now, "your pants are still conspicuously done up."
"Feel free to do something about that," I invited as I guided his hand onto the top button of my remaining garments.
A gentle smile flickered on his lips and he looked at me tenderly, unfastening my pants and slid his hand down my underwear. He bit his lip as he found what he was looking for, and started rubbing me lightly with his fingers. A groan came out of me before I could stop it, feeling arousal lick at my insides like flames.
"You are so warm and wet, Rhodri," Glorfindel breathed, shivering a little as he slipped a finger inside me and stroked me gently.
My back arched reflexively and I heard another vocalisation escape me. "All thanks to you," was all I could manage to get out.
"Much like you are behind my own situation," he replied as he raised his eyebrows at me, carefully reclaiming his finger and moving up until he was in line with my ear.
I would have thought that removing his finger would make me a little more coherent, but the desire only seemed to increase until I was fairly humming with it. As he slowly licked up my ear, the temptation grew too much, and I abandoned all attempts to play it cool.
"I want you so much, Glorfindel," I cried as I ripped him close and peppered his lips with tiny, entreating kisses. My arms and legs wrapped around him like vines, and his breath snagged as he melted into me, stroking my cheeks.
"And I want you, my Rhodri," he whispered between sharp intakes of air. He sat up and shed his pants, and I peeled my own off.
Glorfindel lay back down and gently draped himself over me, the sweat beading on his brow. He watched my face tenderly for a moment and drew me into a short kiss.
"Have me?" he murmured hoarsely.
I nodded. "Have me, too?"
He nodded back, and without taking his eyes off mine, carefully slid into me.
Glorfindel's body was pressed hard against mine, and I buried my face in his neck as he started moving in and out. His scent was intoxicating- that addictive smell of fresh air and sunshine, now mingled with the salt and heat of his sweat. I rested my hands on his firm buttocks and squeezed them gently as I guided him into a rhythm. He shuddered softly, letting the pace even out while he continued to bury himself in me.
Much in all as I loathe talk of souls binding during sex that one reads about in those preposterous penny dreadful romances, in this particular incidence, that is essentially what happened. The first sex act creates marriage through binding the fëar, and once it's complete, the bond is sealed permanently. The process itself, however, is slow (at least it is when you're in the middle of this sort of thing) and has a curious effect of being both energising and draining all at once. I knew I was tiring out, but it was outweighed by a surge of energy that grew the further we went.
As Glorfindel and I continued to move in synchrony, I noticed a small feeling of something pulling me toward him that wasn't coming from any external sources. In my mind's eye, I could see tiny, bright white threads coming out of me and reaching toward Glorfindel, and I observed similar threads emerging from Glorfindel and stretching toward me. One by one, the threads coming from Glorfindel anchored into me, and my own threads attached to him. The whole thing was ethereal, and I could have watched it with fascination all day, though I would arguably have concentrated on it much better had I not been in the throes of intimate pleasure.
The entire observation only lasted a second before I was thrown back into the heat of the moment. I could tell that Glorfindel was seeing it, too, because for a very short spell, his eyes had a faraway look, and I could have sworn I saw a hint of white reflecting in his eyes.
When he snapped back into it, Glorfindel let out a growl, pulled me into an aggressively hard kiss and sped up. I didn't have long to be surprised or wonder what was going on in his head, as the same feeling seemed to hit me shortly after.
The threads between us were tightening, shortening, closing the distance between us, and it filled me with a sense of urgency and intense protectiveness. We were almost bound at this point but still not quite. Any disruption from outside now would have been unbearably painful for both of us. Though the risk of interruption from outside was small, the perceived need to guard each other at this time while our fëar finished tethering was irrepressible.
Kissing back with equal roughness, I wrapped my legs around Glorfindel and pushed him harder and deeper inside me, feeling a cocktail of intense, overpowering pressure, tugging, and pleasure all filling my body as I did.
Glorfindel moaned into my mouth and sped up even more. "I can't hold on much longer," he whimpered softly.
"Neither can I," I gasped, the buildup of frenzied arousal spreading all the way out to my fingertips.
I saw the threads disappear as the gap between us closed completely. At that moment, something exploded internally, and I barely got out, "Oh- oh, I'm-" before I was rammed with the kind of pleasure that rendered my mind blank and body totally defenceless. I let out a cry and pulled Glorfindel to me tightly, the waves of gratification threatening to drown me as they inundated every sense.
Not half a second later, Glorfindel was hit by the same thing, letting out a loud, throaty moan as he spilled inside me, clinging me to him as closely as he could.
We lay still for a short while, sandwiched together and saying nothing. There was nothing to say that needed communicating that urgently, and even if there was, it would have to wait, because for the first time in thousands of years, I felt tired. Glorfindel eased himself off me and languidly curled up by my side, resting his head on my chest.
As sleepiness started to drag my eyes shut, I felt another train of thought come into my head out of nowhere. It was a series of indistinct murmurs and feelings that were similar to mine but I recognised as not my own.
Bleary-eyed, I quietly said, "Hello, Glorfindel," in my head, a lazy smile pulling up one corner of my mouth.
Glorfindel lifted his head to look at me, and without opening his mouth, I heard his own voice say in my head, "Hello, Rhodri." He blinked slowly as a warm, tired smile passed over his face. Seconds later, we were both sound asleep.
