-Aragorn-
Oh, by the Valar, he touches me with his soft hands, down there were I need it so much. Another soft moan comes over my lips, more like a deep sigh, and I buck my hips a little bit to have more contact. My elf. He is always laughing at me with his wonderful, melodic voice when I start getting impatient. I can't help myself. It is like heaven on earth when he is touching me and I want more of it.
Sometimes we are teasing and kidding like children, but I never, ever feel stupid in his arms. When he looks at me, his gaze full of grace and adoration, he makes me feel like a king. Not the future king of Gondor, no, but his private king.
Tonight we are not teasing. Tonight is a serious, quiet night, full of feelings and real love. Tonight he gives in and strokes me harder, just a little bit, but enough to make me groaning in need. And need forces me to grab my elf on the shoulders and press him down to the small bed that I have in my tent.
I am over him now, ignoring the flicker in his eyes. That flicker makes his eyes even more beautiful and the blue of them deeper. I know what it means. He is amused by the impatience of men. My Legolas is laughing inside, but doesn't do anything to stop me, his human.
And I am impatient, yes. I bend down my head and taste his warm smile, take it from his lips and give him back my tongue instead, entering his mouth, claiming him. I know, that this is what he loves - to be mine, to belong to me, to be at my side. And I love it nonetheless.
I stroke the inner side of his teeth with my tongue, then the roof of his mouth. My tongue meets his and I suck it deep into my mouth, welcome him and make him shudder beneath me. My hips are meeting his, my erection is rubbing against his. So soft my elf is, in this very moment his cock is all but that. He is getting harder with each tangency.
His gaze still holds mine, neither of us want to look away or close his eyes. No, we want to share this moment of love, this night we have together before we have to leave for battle. I just can't get enough of him.
I let go of him, earning a deep snarling and protesting sound from my sweet elf. Quickly I press another kiss on his lips to assure him, that everything will be alright. I sit back down on my heels, my throbbing cock towers in the air like an undeniable invitation.
And my Legolas understands my invitations, also without spoken words.