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-Aragorn-
I see him trembling with my fingers buried deep in him and outstretched in front of me. I can feel the heat, his heat, and the hard muscles, drawing my fingers in even deeper. I enjoy this feeling of dominance, to be over him, to be the one who takes advantage of this situation, although it is never, ever a real matter. It is no question of transcendce or power. It is just love. I know the elves, I lived with them long enough to know, how strong and how powerful they are - if they want.
I get a glimpse of it, when my Legolas tries to buck his hips to get more of the sweet contact. With a wicked, but loving and affectionate smile I note, that he is not able to take control in the position he is.
My beautiful immortal. I could spend hours just looking at you, smiling and thank the Valar for the present they make me, when they allowed me to get to know you. I still smile, silent, motionless for a moment. And then the memory of tomorrow's battle comes back. The fact, that we have to leave with dawn. I am worried about the fight, because I don't know what will come, but you, my Legolas, you are an elf - strong, powerful, a warrior. And immortal.
My smile gets wider and warmer. You are my immortal, yes, and so feel I by your side. Nothing can ever hurt me really as long as we are together. So I forget about all the cruel things we have probably to go through tomorrow and focus on this ivory, soft body.
I can't wait any longer. I need you, I need to be inside you, not only my fingers, but me, my straining flesh. Call me impatient. Laugh at me, my love, because I am just a faint human, but I can't bear it anymore. With another strong stroke I pull out my fingers, leaving Legolas gasping and panting in protest. I know that what will come now, will make him moan even more, not in protest, but in pleasure and amusement.
My rock hard cock enters him, enters the tunnel, slick from his pre-come. This must be enough, because the night before the big fight you have to take care of other things than oil. It does not matter, because I KNOW it is enough. Otherwise I would not enter him. I would never do anything what can cause pain for this vulnerable, but strong creature. I know, that Legolas has sometimes other thoughts about all of this, but he knows that I cannot act differently and he simply knows that there are things I can't really understand.
I love him so much, for all this. For his understanding, his patience, his leniency. I love him and I want to be inside him, so I push forward. I enter him, harder than I wanted to. It's just that... I need him. My cock moves forward and with one single thrust I am buried in him.