Unburdening
Turning form the glade where the rest of the fellowship sat, consumed by their grief, Aragorn walked off on his own into the woods. Some way away, in a secluded clearing he sank down on a log, a heartrending sigh drawn from his lips as he bowed his head in grief and frustration. As he had since Moria, he longed for the guidance of Mithrandir, his recent conversation with Boromir having made his choice for the path of the fellowship all the more difficult. His intention had always been to continue to Gondor and Minas Tirith, and help defend his people against the malice of Sauron, but now the leadership of the group had fallen upon him, and the vow he had made to Frodo at the council in Rivendell weighed heavily on his mind.
"Your cares are a burden to you, even her, Son of Arathorn", a soft lilting voice came from the trees breaking his reverie, followed swiftly by the appearance of the lithe, enticing figure of the Prince of Mirkwood.
Keeping his eyes fixed on the ranger's, Legolas slowly walked towards the seated man. As the elf moved closer, Aragorn felt his heart begin to race at the sheer breathtaking beauty of the form in front of him, a reaction Legolas had never failed to elicit since their first meeting all that time ago. Legolas stopped in front of him, and gently a slender hand caressed a stubbled cheek before raising Aragorn's chin so that the two looked into each other's eyes. As Legolas' other hand moved to brush away some of the tangled locks covering the ranger's face neither could deny the passion they saw reflected in each other's countenance.
"Come walk with me", said Legolas, pulling the man to his feet. "It may help you to unburden yourself on someone else, rather than have everyone's troubles thrust on you".
It was the lyrical rolling of the Elvish 'r' and the seductive (to his mind anyway) way in which Legolas said 'thrust' that did it for Aragorn. Grabbing the elf prince's biceps in each hand he turned him and pushed him back against a tree, pinioning him there with the weight of his body. "I can think of another way to unburden myself" he growled, his voice throaty with lust, before catching the sweet elven pout in a kiss and invading the prince's mouth hungrily with his tongue.
Legolas smiled to himself and relaxed against the trunk behind him, happy to allow Aragorn the chance to exert his authority, for he knew he had other plans for the ranger.
As he reluctantly drew back from the kiss, Aragorn's eyes wandered lustfully down the elf's body, taking in his firm chest and slim, taut waist and hips. His hands moved to the ties securing the prince's tunic and his voice purred with pleasure. "Now to unburden you of some of these trappings, my fair prince".
The glimmer of a mischievous smile passing over the elf's face was all the warning Aragorn got before he found himself flat on his back, Legolas (still fully clothed, naturally) straddling his hips and easily keeping him pinned to the ground with surprising amount of strength that lay hidden in the slender elven frame. Moving quickly, not allowing the ranger to gain any idea of what was going on, Legolas grasped the man's wrists and quickly bound them together with rope he produced from around his belt (showing, Aragorn felt, that the elf had given his evening's entertainments far too much thought for the ranger's comfort). He secured the man's wrists above his head, looping a shorter section of rope through an upraised root that lay conveniently nearby. After testing the strength of these bonds, Legolas sat back on his heels, am impish smirk on his face while he surveyed his prey, bucking beneath him as Aragorn refused to accept the inevitability of this (for him) unusual situation.
Legolas however, was revelling in the sensation of being in control over this leader of men. Until now in their relationship Legolas had been happy to acquiesce to Aragorn's need to take charge, and the elf was willing to admit that he enjoyed being taken. But now, looking down at the ranger writhing helplessly between his thighs, he determined that he intended to keep matters this way for as long as possible.
Smiling Legolas' hands moved up the ranger's body, swiftly and skilfully undoing all the fastenings on the man's tunic he quickly divested him of this piece of clothing and looked down hungrily at the bronzed, muscular chest now on display.
Leaning down, he placed a quick kiss on Aragorn's lips before turning his attentions to the ranger's neck. As the elf began lapping at the hollow of the base of his collar bone, Aragorn shuddered slightly and his struggles ceased but the ranger's lips remained pressed in a firm line, he refused to say anything to the elf or allow him to realise the unexpected pleasure he was gaining from this situation.
The silence was only broken by Legolas' mocking comments as his administration descended the ranger's chest, butterfly kisses tracing the outline of his muscles.
"You really have to learn to relax Estel"
A quick swirl of the tongue around his nipple caused Aragorn to tense despite himself.
"You must learn that you do not always have to be in control"
Another swirl followed by the cool breath of the elf and the nipple stood erect, alert, begging for more.
"Learn to submit to those who know better"
The smugness in this last sentence was too much for Aragorn, and he would have been drawn into speaking if Legolas had not chosen that moment to bite sharply on the erect peak. Aragorn's remonstrance was turned into a moan of pain and desire that he could no longer control and Legolas felt the man's body tremble beneath his.
"That's better" he said softly, speaking in the voice one would use to talk to a small child, stroking Aragorn's hair away from his face and inwardly laughing at the indignation he saw there. "Let it out Estel, I was beginning to think that I was doing something wrong. After all" and he grinned wickedly, "you normally insist on my mewling like a cat long before this point."
"It is wrong" gasped Aragorn, trying to gain control over his body. He took advantage of this break in proceedings to writhe once more, testing his bonds. Unfortunately this served only to bring the increasing bulge in his trousers knocking on the prince's inner thigh, and the ranger was forced to bite back another revealing moan.
Legolas looked down at this evidence of the man's desire in delight. A wicked idea came into his head. Pretending not to have noticed the man's condition he began to speak normally.
"But I cannot deny the pleasure I feel when you take command dear Estel", the man looked up hopefully as the lf continued. "Would you like to resume our normal positions?"
Aragorn had to muster all his inner control to prevent himself shouting "Yes" before the prince had finished speaking. He managed, just, and replied in the calmest voice he could manage "I think that would be for the best."
"Very well", said the elf, but the triumphant look on Aragorn's face disappeared as he realised the elf had not finished speaking. "If you keep quiet for the next stage, I will do whatever you wish."
"Next stage?" Aragorn shouted, raising himself from the ground slightly in his anger.
"Tut Estel" said Legolas, pressing a slender finger to the man's lips. "I thought you would last longer than that. I tell you what, we'll try again. Silence now" and he raised an eyebrow, an amused expression on his face as Aragorn struggled (silently) once more against his bonds. "Besides which" he continued, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the ranger's trousers, "I grow impatient" and with one deft movement the ranger felt himself exposed to the air, his aching need arching away from his body, beckoning the elf.
Legolas shuffled down the man's body, pushing his thighs apart, until his head was in the 'right' position. "Remember-not a sound" he said glancing up at Aragorn before bowing his head.
Aragorn firmly clamped his jaw shut, determined not to yield to the elf's game. As Legolas took him whole into his mouth, the ranger's body tensed, and as the elf skilfully set to work with his tongue Aragorn could feel the cries building up within him.
But he kept silent.
Legolas released him from his mouth, looked up at the range again, smugly raising one eyebrow, and went back to work. He began to tease Aragorn's manhood with his tongue. Gentle strokes from root to tip, circling the crown and then plucking with his tongue on the way back down again. Repeated, but varied. The gentle caresses and lack of rhythm undid the ranger. He longed to feel the warmth and tightness of the elf's throat around him. Helplessly he thrust his hips, trying to direct the elf's actions, but to no avail. Legolas stopped and Aragorn groaned inwardly, his cock throbbing, painfully hard, needing release more than he had ever thought possible.
"All you have to do is ask" smiled Legolas, again bending down and now just circling the top of the ranger's penis with his tongue. Hungrily he lapped at the fluid leaking from its tip, then pulled away, giving the ranger some moments of agony before repeating the performance again. And again."Legolas, please!" the cry escaped Aragorn's lips, he could not hold out any longer. He ached as he never had before. His cock throbbed and the bucking of his body was beyond his control. Even as he lay helpless, the sight of the Prince of Mirkwood seeing to his need, his long blond hair cascading down, caressing the ranger's naked thighs was too much for him.
"Do you yield?" asked the elf, his mouth positioned tantalisingly ready, above the man's cock, ready to impale himself at the words.
"I yield" and Aragorn spoke softly, turning his head away, unwilling to look at the one who had conquered him so. But seconds later all thoughts left his mind as Legolas took him into his mouth, and deeper, swallowing his penis and milking it with his throat muscles. The sensation was too much for the man, his hips bucked helplessly, forcing himself deeper into the elf as he came with a loud cry, releasing all his lust, frustration and desire. He collapsed limp on the ground, his eyes shut as he felt Legolas lick the last few drops from his penis and then move up his body once again to plant a gentle, slightly salty, kiss on the man's lips.
"And now", said Legolas raising himself from the man, his hands moving to the ties securing his leggings, "for me to have some fun". He stood up, dropping his leggings as he did so, and Aragorn gazed at the sight that always filled him with pleasure. Legolas' pale smooth penis, arching away from his body, stiff with need for the ranger. Only this time, Aragorn thought shifting uneasily, the elf would be finding his release in a different way form normal.
Legolas knelt and resumed his position between Aragorn's thighs. Smiling at the ranger's wary gaze his hands wandered from the man's hips down to cup his rear in both hands. Gently Legolas squeezed, trying to reassure the man. Although determined to go through with this, he was aware of the novelty of the situation for Aragorn and tried to be as gentle as his growing desire would allow. Cupping the soft cheeks, he lifted Aragorn slightly, allowing him to settle on the elf's lap as one finger began its quest of exploration.
Aragorn tensed as he felt the finger enter him. "Legolas, please, no" he said softly, his eyes meeting the elf's, pleading.
"Come now Estel, the time for that is passed. You lost my challenge, you yielded to me. Beside, "a wicked smile lit the elf's previously serious countenance, "I have yet to give you the pleasure you give me and make you, what was it? Mewl like a cat?" And his finger was joined by another, gently scissoring as the ranger relaxed despite himself.
A cry of pleasure came from Aragorn and he tried to sit up. "What was that?"
"Oh, you liked that did you?" smirked the elf, placing a hand on his chest and pressing him back down again. "That, dear Estel, is a spot you will be very thankful for before the night is over", and he stroked then prostate again, delighted at the wanton moans of desire he drew from the man as the pair of fingers were joined by another, scissoring and stretching the moist warm tightness until the anticipation was too much for Legolas to bear. He removed his fingers, and Aragorn who had had his eyes closed, rolling his head in pleasure as he moaned, let out a cry of indignation and jerked his eyes flying open.
"It's alright" Legolas said laughingly, enjoying the sight of the proud man longing for his touch, and he produced a small vial of oil from his tunic and began to slick it on his member as the ranger looked on in anticipation, all doubt gone from his eyes, only longing remained.
With one smooth movement Legolas sheathe himself in Aragorn's body, the sudden hot tightness of the inexperienced man's body almost undoing him, but exercising his elven control he remained still and allowed the ranger's body to adapt to the invasion.
When he sensed Aragorn begin to relax once more, Legolas began to move, rocking gently, unwilling to risk hurting the man with any stronger actions. His problem was soon solved by eager thrusting of the body beneath him, Aragorn willing him on, urging him deeper, eager to feel again the sensation Legolas had introduced him to. The lovers set up a rhythm, their thrusts timed together, drawing sweet moans of pleasure from Aragorn's lips every time Legolas brushed his prostate. Reaching in front of him, Legolas began to stroke the man's penis in time with his thrusts, feeling the member become hard in his grasp once again. The sweet tightness of the man's body was a joy to the elf and he wished them both to come together, completed.
As the tightness grew ever more blissful, and he could feel his control slipping away, Legolas briefly let go of the man and pushed his legs up against his chest, raising him still further on the elf's lap and creating a better angle for the prince. Holding the legs with one arm he began stroking the man more firmly as he thrust harder and faster into his body.
"Legolas" Aragorn cried out. No thoughts were in his mind now except the pleasure in his body. With this new angle every thrust drove Legolas into striking Aragorn's prostate, sparks of pleasure flashing in front of the man's eyes as he found himself continuously crying out and moaning in desire. He felt the increase in pace both in the Prince's thrusts and around his penis just as he thought he could take no more, and with a shout came, crying the elf's name as he felt warmth flood inside him and the answering cry of the elf, synchronised in their pleasure.
**************
Neither heard the soft cry echoing theirs that came from the bushes on one side of the glade as another reached his climax.
**************
Legolas collapsed limply onto the man's chest. Playfully he caught the man's lips in his, kissing him deeply, invading, claiming the dominance he had established over the other's body. He reached up and untied the bonds securing the man's wrists, massaging them where the rope had cut in during his struggles and passion.
Reaching aside, Legolas grabbed the man's tunic, throwing it at him and laughing.
"You see Aragorn", he said, as he pulled the man to his feet and both struggled back into their trousers, "you do not always have to lead, pleasure can be found in letting others take the responsibility.
"But come now, we must rejoin our friends to sleep", and he stretched out his hand towards the man. Aragorn was gracious enough to bow his head in agreement and submission. Smiling as he looked up, he took the elf's hand and the two set off to rejoin the fellowship, for a while unburdened of the cares that had led them there. Their gentle voices floated back to the clearing.
"Well, at least I didn't mewl"
"There's always next time."
**************
As the pair moved off together the figure watching from the bushes relaxed. He removed his hand from his trousers and began to straighten his clothing. He had suspected Aragorn and Legolas' relationship and had been jealous of the prince's closeness to the ranger, but what he had witnessed tonight had planted ideas in his head.
The sight of the ranger bound and helpless, moaning wantonly with desire was still in his head. The image of Aragorn, whom he had always thought to be so in control, begging to be pleasured, overcome with lust, and yet still innocent was seared in his mind. It was above all things what he wished to see again.
But with one alteration.
Next time it would be he who rendered the man helpless. He who would be the object of pleas for fulfilment. And it would be his name Aragorn would shout as the ranger felt himself invaded and taken...
TBC
Turning form the glade where the rest of the fellowship sat, consumed by their grief, Aragorn walked off on his own into the woods. Some way away, in a secluded clearing he sank down on a log, a heartrending sigh drawn from his lips as he bowed his head in grief and frustration. As he had since Moria, he longed for the guidance of Mithrandir, his recent conversation with Boromir having made his choice for the path of the fellowship all the more difficult. His intention had always been to continue to Gondor and Minas Tirith, and help defend his people against the malice of Sauron, but now the leadership of the group had fallen upon him, and the vow he had made to Frodo at the council in Rivendell weighed heavily on his mind.
"Your cares are a burden to you, even her, Son of Arathorn", a soft lilting voice came from the trees breaking his reverie, followed swiftly by the appearance of the lithe, enticing figure of the Prince of Mirkwood.
Keeping his eyes fixed on the ranger's, Legolas slowly walked towards the seated man. As the elf moved closer, Aragorn felt his heart begin to race at the sheer breathtaking beauty of the form in front of him, a reaction Legolas had never failed to elicit since their first meeting all that time ago. Legolas stopped in front of him, and gently a slender hand caressed a stubbled cheek before raising Aragorn's chin so that the two looked into each other's eyes. As Legolas' other hand moved to brush away some of the tangled locks covering the ranger's face neither could deny the passion they saw reflected in each other's countenance.
"Come walk with me", said Legolas, pulling the man to his feet. "It may help you to unburden yourself on someone else, rather than have everyone's troubles thrust on you".
It was the lyrical rolling of the Elvish 'r' and the seductive (to his mind anyway) way in which Legolas said 'thrust' that did it for Aragorn. Grabbing the elf prince's biceps in each hand he turned him and pushed him back against a tree, pinioning him there with the weight of his body. "I can think of another way to unburden myself" he growled, his voice throaty with lust, before catching the sweet elven pout in a kiss and invading the prince's mouth hungrily with his tongue.
Legolas smiled to himself and relaxed against the trunk behind him, happy to allow Aragorn the chance to exert his authority, for he knew he had other plans for the ranger.
As he reluctantly drew back from the kiss, Aragorn's eyes wandered lustfully down the elf's body, taking in his firm chest and slim, taut waist and hips. His hands moved to the ties securing the prince's tunic and his voice purred with pleasure. "Now to unburden you of some of these trappings, my fair prince".
The glimmer of a mischievous smile passing over the elf's face was all the warning Aragorn got before he found himself flat on his back, Legolas (still fully clothed, naturally) straddling his hips and easily keeping him pinned to the ground with surprising amount of strength that lay hidden in the slender elven frame. Moving quickly, not allowing the ranger to gain any idea of what was going on, Legolas grasped the man's wrists and quickly bound them together with rope he produced from around his belt (showing, Aragorn felt, that the elf had given his evening's entertainments far too much thought for the ranger's comfort). He secured the man's wrists above his head, looping a shorter section of rope through an upraised root that lay conveniently nearby. After testing the strength of these bonds, Legolas sat back on his heels, am impish smirk on his face while he surveyed his prey, bucking beneath him as Aragorn refused to accept the inevitability of this (for him) unusual situation.
Legolas however, was revelling in the sensation of being in control over this leader of men. Until now in their relationship Legolas had been happy to acquiesce to Aragorn's need to take charge, and the elf was willing to admit that he enjoyed being taken. But now, looking down at the ranger writhing helplessly between his thighs, he determined that he intended to keep matters this way for as long as possible.
Smiling Legolas' hands moved up the ranger's body, swiftly and skilfully undoing all the fastenings on the man's tunic he quickly divested him of this piece of clothing and looked down hungrily at the bronzed, muscular chest now on display.
Leaning down, he placed a quick kiss on Aragorn's lips before turning his attentions to the ranger's neck. As the elf began lapping at the hollow of the base of his collar bone, Aragorn shuddered slightly and his struggles ceased but the ranger's lips remained pressed in a firm line, he refused to say anything to the elf or allow him to realise the unexpected pleasure he was gaining from this situation.
The silence was only broken by Legolas' mocking comments as his administration descended the ranger's chest, butterfly kisses tracing the outline of his muscles.
"You really have to learn to relax Estel"
A quick swirl of the tongue around his nipple caused Aragorn to tense despite himself.
"You must learn that you do not always have to be in control"
Another swirl followed by the cool breath of the elf and the nipple stood erect, alert, begging for more.
"Learn to submit to those who know better"
The smugness in this last sentence was too much for Aragorn, and he would have been drawn into speaking if Legolas had not chosen that moment to bite sharply on the erect peak. Aragorn's remonstrance was turned into a moan of pain and desire that he could no longer control and Legolas felt the man's body tremble beneath his.
"That's better" he said softly, speaking in the voice one would use to talk to a small child, stroking Aragorn's hair away from his face and inwardly laughing at the indignation he saw there. "Let it out Estel, I was beginning to think that I was doing something wrong. After all" and he grinned wickedly, "you normally insist on my mewling like a cat long before this point."
"It is wrong" gasped Aragorn, trying to gain control over his body. He took advantage of this break in proceedings to writhe once more, testing his bonds. Unfortunately this served only to bring the increasing bulge in his trousers knocking on the prince's inner thigh, and the ranger was forced to bite back another revealing moan.
Legolas looked down at this evidence of the man's desire in delight. A wicked idea came into his head. Pretending not to have noticed the man's condition he began to speak normally.
"But I cannot deny the pleasure I feel when you take command dear Estel", the man looked up hopefully as the lf continued. "Would you like to resume our normal positions?"
Aragorn had to muster all his inner control to prevent himself shouting "Yes" before the prince had finished speaking. He managed, just, and replied in the calmest voice he could manage "I think that would be for the best."
"Very well", said the elf, but the triumphant look on Aragorn's face disappeared as he realised the elf had not finished speaking. "If you keep quiet for the next stage, I will do whatever you wish."
"Next stage?" Aragorn shouted, raising himself from the ground slightly in his anger.
"Tut Estel" said Legolas, pressing a slender finger to the man's lips. "I thought you would last longer than that. I tell you what, we'll try again. Silence now" and he raised an eyebrow, an amused expression on his face as Aragorn struggled (silently) once more against his bonds. "Besides which" he continued, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the ranger's trousers, "I grow impatient" and with one deft movement the ranger felt himself exposed to the air, his aching need arching away from his body, beckoning the elf.
Legolas shuffled down the man's body, pushing his thighs apart, until his head was in the 'right' position. "Remember-not a sound" he said glancing up at Aragorn before bowing his head.
Aragorn firmly clamped his jaw shut, determined not to yield to the elf's game. As Legolas took him whole into his mouth, the ranger's body tensed, and as the elf skilfully set to work with his tongue Aragorn could feel the cries building up within him.
But he kept silent.
Legolas released him from his mouth, looked up at the range again, smugly raising one eyebrow, and went back to work. He began to tease Aragorn's manhood with his tongue. Gentle strokes from root to tip, circling the crown and then plucking with his tongue on the way back down again. Repeated, but varied. The gentle caresses and lack of rhythm undid the ranger. He longed to feel the warmth and tightness of the elf's throat around him. Helplessly he thrust his hips, trying to direct the elf's actions, but to no avail. Legolas stopped and Aragorn groaned inwardly, his cock throbbing, painfully hard, needing release more than he had ever thought possible.
"All you have to do is ask" smiled Legolas, again bending down and now just circling the top of the ranger's penis with his tongue. Hungrily he lapped at the fluid leaking from its tip, then pulled away, giving the ranger some moments of agony before repeating the performance again. And again."Legolas, please!" the cry escaped Aragorn's lips, he could not hold out any longer. He ached as he never had before. His cock throbbed and the bucking of his body was beyond his control. Even as he lay helpless, the sight of the Prince of Mirkwood seeing to his need, his long blond hair cascading down, caressing the ranger's naked thighs was too much for him.
"Do you yield?" asked the elf, his mouth positioned tantalisingly ready, above the man's cock, ready to impale himself at the words.
"I yield" and Aragorn spoke softly, turning his head away, unwilling to look at the one who had conquered him so. But seconds later all thoughts left his mind as Legolas took him into his mouth, and deeper, swallowing his penis and milking it with his throat muscles. The sensation was too much for the man, his hips bucked helplessly, forcing himself deeper into the elf as he came with a loud cry, releasing all his lust, frustration and desire. He collapsed limp on the ground, his eyes shut as he felt Legolas lick the last few drops from his penis and then move up his body once again to plant a gentle, slightly salty, kiss on the man's lips.
"And now", said Legolas raising himself from the man, his hands moving to the ties securing his leggings, "for me to have some fun". He stood up, dropping his leggings as he did so, and Aragorn gazed at the sight that always filled him with pleasure. Legolas' pale smooth penis, arching away from his body, stiff with need for the ranger. Only this time, Aragorn thought shifting uneasily, the elf would be finding his release in a different way form normal.
Legolas knelt and resumed his position between Aragorn's thighs. Smiling at the ranger's wary gaze his hands wandered from the man's hips down to cup his rear in both hands. Gently Legolas squeezed, trying to reassure the man. Although determined to go through with this, he was aware of the novelty of the situation for Aragorn and tried to be as gentle as his growing desire would allow. Cupping the soft cheeks, he lifted Aragorn slightly, allowing him to settle on the elf's lap as one finger began its quest of exploration.
Aragorn tensed as he felt the finger enter him. "Legolas, please, no" he said softly, his eyes meeting the elf's, pleading.
"Come now Estel, the time for that is passed. You lost my challenge, you yielded to me. Beside, "a wicked smile lit the elf's previously serious countenance, "I have yet to give you the pleasure you give me and make you, what was it? Mewl like a cat?" And his finger was joined by another, gently scissoring as the ranger relaxed despite himself.
A cry of pleasure came from Aragorn and he tried to sit up. "What was that?"
"Oh, you liked that did you?" smirked the elf, placing a hand on his chest and pressing him back down again. "That, dear Estel, is a spot you will be very thankful for before the night is over", and he stroked then prostate again, delighted at the wanton moans of desire he drew from the man as the pair of fingers were joined by another, scissoring and stretching the moist warm tightness until the anticipation was too much for Legolas to bear. He removed his fingers, and Aragorn who had had his eyes closed, rolling his head in pleasure as he moaned, let out a cry of indignation and jerked his eyes flying open.
"It's alright" Legolas said laughingly, enjoying the sight of the proud man longing for his touch, and he produced a small vial of oil from his tunic and began to slick it on his member as the ranger looked on in anticipation, all doubt gone from his eyes, only longing remained.
With one smooth movement Legolas sheathe himself in Aragorn's body, the sudden hot tightness of the inexperienced man's body almost undoing him, but exercising his elven control he remained still and allowed the ranger's body to adapt to the invasion.
When he sensed Aragorn begin to relax once more, Legolas began to move, rocking gently, unwilling to risk hurting the man with any stronger actions. His problem was soon solved by eager thrusting of the body beneath him, Aragorn willing him on, urging him deeper, eager to feel again the sensation Legolas had introduced him to. The lovers set up a rhythm, their thrusts timed together, drawing sweet moans of pleasure from Aragorn's lips every time Legolas brushed his prostate. Reaching in front of him, Legolas began to stroke the man's penis in time with his thrusts, feeling the member become hard in his grasp once again. The sweet tightness of the man's body was a joy to the elf and he wished them both to come together, completed.
As the tightness grew ever more blissful, and he could feel his control slipping away, Legolas briefly let go of the man and pushed his legs up against his chest, raising him still further on the elf's lap and creating a better angle for the prince. Holding the legs with one arm he began stroking the man more firmly as he thrust harder and faster into his body.
"Legolas" Aragorn cried out. No thoughts were in his mind now except the pleasure in his body. With this new angle every thrust drove Legolas into striking Aragorn's prostate, sparks of pleasure flashing in front of the man's eyes as he found himself continuously crying out and moaning in desire. He felt the increase in pace both in the Prince's thrusts and around his penis just as he thought he could take no more, and with a shout came, crying the elf's name as he felt warmth flood inside him and the answering cry of the elf, synchronised in their pleasure.
**************
Neither heard the soft cry echoing theirs that came from the bushes on one side of the glade as another reached his climax.
**************
Legolas collapsed limply onto the man's chest. Playfully he caught the man's lips in his, kissing him deeply, invading, claiming the dominance he had established over the other's body. He reached up and untied the bonds securing the man's wrists, massaging them where the rope had cut in during his struggles and passion.
Reaching aside, Legolas grabbed the man's tunic, throwing it at him and laughing.
"You see Aragorn", he said, as he pulled the man to his feet and both struggled back into their trousers, "you do not always have to lead, pleasure can be found in letting others take the responsibility.
"But come now, we must rejoin our friends to sleep", and he stretched out his hand towards the man. Aragorn was gracious enough to bow his head in agreement and submission. Smiling as he looked up, he took the elf's hand and the two set off to rejoin the fellowship, for a while unburdened of the cares that had led them there. Their gentle voices floated back to the clearing.
"Well, at least I didn't mewl"
"There's always next time."
**************
As the pair moved off together the figure watching from the bushes relaxed. He removed his hand from his trousers and began to straighten his clothing. He had suspected Aragorn and Legolas' relationship and had been jealous of the prince's closeness to the ranger, but what he had witnessed tonight had planted ideas in his head.
The sight of the ranger bound and helpless, moaning wantonly with desire was still in his head. The image of Aragorn, whom he had always thought to be so in control, begging to be pleasured, overcome with lust, and yet still innocent was seared in his mind. It was above all things what he wished to see again.
But with one alteration.
Next time it would be he who rendered the man helpless. He who would be the object of pleas for fulfilment. And it would be his name Aragorn would shout as the ranger felt himself invaded and taken...
TBC