Sex, Aragorn decided a while ago, was a lot like a one-on-one fight. Both involved heat, sweat, ragged breathing, and loud, broken cries. Not to mention a lot of thrusting. But sex was far more enjoyable, mostly because the other person wasn't an orc focused on killing him but the most beautiful creature in the world. A creature who was stark naked and straddling his lap, voicing his pleasure while he surrounded the Man with tight heat.

"Ai, Elbereth," Legolas moaned. His head rolled back as he let out a wordless cry. "Saes – amin mela – Aragorn!"

Aragorn was squeezed even tighter, pushing him over the edge just seconds after his husband peaked. They stayed panting in that position – Aragorn sprawled out on the floor with Legolas seated on top of him – for several long moments before the elf regained his power of speech enough to ask, "Did I make your dreams come true?"

"You make all of my dreams come true," Aragorn gasped out.

Legolas responded with a passionate kiss as he moved against the Man, eager for another round. "I need you," he begged, gasping as Aragorn's hands traveled all over his body. It seemed like every inch of his skin was alive with want and anticipation. "Take me, please. Make love to me all night."

"Again?" purred Aragorn. Legolas always had an incredible amount of stamina, but lately... "You've been positively insatiable these last weeks."

"I can't help it," pouted Legolas as he reluctantly climbed off of Aragorn's body to make his way over to the bed. "The night is young and my husband is irresistible."

Aragorn pretended to think it over. "Well, since you put it that way," he 'decided', laughing when Legolas threw him a dirty look. "Just give me a moment to take off these clothes. My dreams never prepared me for how sweaty I was going to get, being almost completely dressed like that."

"My poor meleth," Legolas teased, gracefully lying back on top of the covers with his legs spread and his knees in the air. "Dreams rarely prepare you for reality. If it makes you feel better, I really like it when you're nude; in fact, I think you should be that way all the time."

"The people of Gondor might have some objections to that," sighed Aragorn.

"What makes you think you'd ever leave the bedroom?" asked Legolas as if the very notion was ridiculous.

"In a perfect world," the king replied wistfully, smiling with contentment and love as he gazed at the elf draped out on the bed. "I love the way you look after we make love."

"Oh?"

"You always open every part of your body, like you're just waiting for me to come back for more," he murmured seductively. "Your eyes glaze over –"

"I'm imagining you naked," Legolas informed him matter-of-factly. "How long does it take to take off a shirt and a pair of pants?"

A smile spread ear-to-ear across Aragorn's face as he obligingly stripped off his shirt. "You lay back," he continued, "keeping those legs open, like you can still feel me making love to you."

"I can," breathed Legolas, twitching his legs just enough for his love to notice. He caressed a nipple with his finger and let out a shuddering breath. "I'm imagining you making me feel so much pleasure. You're the only one who can..."

Aragorn salivated at the sight before him and the thoughts those words put into his head. "I love you," he professed. "I really, truly love you."

"I love you too," replied Legolas, looking him straight in the eye. "With all that I am, I love you." He paused, considering. "Are you having trouble taking off those pants?" he finally asked, exasperated.

"A little," Aragorn playfully 'admitted,' a touch of feigned pathetic helplessness in his voice. "I can't seem to take them off all by myself."

Legolas shifted on the bed, sitting up. "Come here," he beckoned.

He made his way over to the edge of the bed. "Why thank you," he said with exaggerated politeness. "Please hurry. I hate to keep my husband waiting."

"Yes, I'm sure he's aching for you at this very moment," agreed Legolas courtly, sliding them down the Man's legs.

"Much better," declared Aragorn as he stepped out of those bothersome garments. He gently pushed the elf back down on the bed. "Now let me do something about that ache," he moaned, flashing a feral grin.

Those were the last coherent words either of them could say for a long time that night.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

It was much later when the couple laid back on the pillows, sated. Legolas listened to the sound of the fire crackling and his husband's breathing as he felt his own heart beating in his chest. Exhaustion was threatening to overwhelm him, as it had been doing all too frequently during the last few weeks, but he didn't want to sleep. If he did, he'd only dream about the laughter of a child that would never be; of a future that would never come into being...

"My love?" Aragorn whispered, startling him out of his broodings.

"Yes?" inquired Legolas as he snuggled closer to his body heat.

"Do you remember our wedding night?"

He could feel laughter shaking the elf's body. "Vaguely," Legolas told him flippantly. "Only every second, every breath, every emotion, every jolt of pleasure, and every single detail about how you looked, sounded, smelled, tasted, and felt. Just little things like that."

"It was the first time we made love," sighed Aragorn, allowing himself to get lost in the memory.

"I was so eager and nervous all at the same time," recalled Legolas. "No one ever really talked to me about sex; Ada's entire lecture about it consisted of 'don't do it unless you're married and maybe not even then.' I managed to pick up a few details as I got older, but I was still so worried that I'd disappoint you."

"There is no way you could ever disappoint me," Aragorn assured him, clutching him even closer.

"You were so sweet and supportive," continued Legolas in a murmur. "Now what were those oh-so-romantic words you wooed me with after we took off our clothes? Oh, yes: 'Don't worry, my love; you may be an only child with an overprotective father but I have two older brothers.'"

Aragorn nuzzled his hair affectionately. "I just wanted to let you know that I knew where everything was," he protested. "What it all did when I touched it the right way. And most of all, that I knew how to put that information to good use."

"I can't deny that you did that quite well," agreed Legolas with a warm smile. "Afterwards, I couldn't move at all; I just had to lay there feeling my bones tingle."

"I aim to please."

"Your aim was true," Legolas whispered in his ear confidentially, deliberately using more breath than was necessary so he could feel his husband shiver. "Of course, you continued to charm me with your verses: 'And there are A LOT more positions we can do that in, too!'"

Aragorn chuckled good-naturedly, blushing at the memory of words he'd blurted out in excitement. "Alas, meleth," he sighed, falsely forlorn. "I fear my poetic skills peaked when I was ten-years-old."

"And for that I'm glad," responded Legolas, suddenly serious. He sat up and stared into his face. A vulnerability that few people were allowed to witness was plain to see in his expression. It never failed to stir Aragorn's heart. "I never trusted the poetry and flowery words of others; they were all too thought-out to be genuine. One of the things I love most about you is that you care more about loving me instead of just sounding like you you do. It may not always come out in the most eloquent way, but every word you let slip out is more beautiful to me than the greatest love poem ever composed."

They'd been together for years, for decades really, and Legolas could still bring tears of joy to Aragorn's eyes. The Man put his hand on the back of his husband's head and pulled him into a loving kiss. "We were late for our bath that night," he remembered, making his voice light even though intense emotion could still be heard in his tone.

"That poor servant," laughed Legolas. "He was just doing his job, trying to get us there before the water got cold, and instead he had to hear me moan, 'It's happening again! More!'"

"He blushed for a week," commiserated Aragorn. "Of course, it was all your fault that he caught us in such an intimate moment."

A pout ghosted the elf's face. "How so?' he demanded, teasingly petulant.

"I had gotten out of bed a good time before he knocked," Aragorn pointed out. "It was you who grabbed me, enticing me to pleasure you again."

"If a grab is all it takes to lead you astray," debated Legolas, "I think you should also take some of the blame."

"Not when you take into consideration just where you grabbed me."

"It was the easiest place to grab," Legolas argued. Aragorn felt a hand glide down his stomach. "I just wanted you to get back under the covers with me." A feather-light touched stroked his arousal, causing him to let out a guttural groan. "And I happen to like touching you here. You don't find this enticing, do you?" he added innocently.

With one swift motion, Aragorn flipped Legolas onto his back and rolled on top of him. "Do I seem enticed to you, my insatiable love?" he asked roughly as he slid a hand up in between the elf's thighs.

"Oh, Aragorn," scolded Legolas, still teasing even as he moaned under the touch. "Again?"

"Yes, again," Aragorn breathed against his neck. "Always again. Ours will be a lifetime full of again."

To be continued...

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