Fan Fiction ❯ Archery Lessons ❯ Archery Lessons ( One-Shot )

Title: Archery Lessons
Authors: Makiko Igami (makikoigami@yahoo.de) & Nix Winter (duo@onepinkrose.com)
Archive: http://www.yaoi.rulestheweb.com
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/src.ph p?auth=58906
http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/authors.php?no=1846 Legolas In Chains Archive
ALSlash Archive
Library of Moria, too
Update-List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/seekinbetween/
Category: AU-ish, RPG
Rating:NC-17
Pairings: Estel/Legolas
Warnings: Slash, minor bondage... sex?
Spoilers: No... not really.
Summary: Legolas teaches Estel archery. And Estel uses this knowledge for his own archery.
Disclaimer: I bet J.R.R. Tolkien would rotate in his gracve faster than the eye could see if he knew about this.
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Legolas held the arrow, so lightly. It lay on his finger, held between other fingers against the string. "The arrow becomes an extension of your sight. It is so simple."

Then the arrow flew, setting itself in the very center of the new target. "It is that simple. One must understand where one wishes to bury one's point and see that it gets there. All else will fall into place once the target is reached."

He smiled, a breeze picking up long blond hair, flittering it to almost invisible in the late evening sunlight. The same evening sun warmed his face, making it more Human, less untouchable, but giving it perhaps just the tiniest hint of mortality, as a moment passing might have. "Estel, does that seem clear to you?"

"Crystal clear," the younger man murmured, maybe a little too defiantly for his age. He was not really that young among his race, but everyone he knew seemed to think that he was a baby still, his foster father and brothers coming first. It had been ages since he was allowed to go out into the woods and become what he was destined to be: the leader of the Rangers. But by now he was still a mere footman, nothing more than a tracker who lacked the skills of archery. Thus he was sent to Mirkwood to learn from the best and now he was there at this clearing with prince Legolas, one of the best among his people, or so he had heard.

They had been practicing for days, maybe weeks now and Estel was really fed up with it. At first he had wanted to impress Legolas and tried hit the target just as he did, but he got quite frustrated with himself as the arrow always seemed to go into the direction he didn't intend it to. He had practiced night and day almost but wasn't able to improve his aim. So he had given up on that.

Instead of watching how one arrow after the other hit the exact center of the target, he watched Legolas. Watched how his muscles moved under those green and brown tunics... and soon he found himself imagining how it would feel like to slip his hands underneath and feel that flawless skin under his rather calloused hands, even if he was young...

He walked up to where Legolas stood, aimed and let the arrow fly... about a man's length away from the target. He shrugged and turned away, wincing a little as if his muscles were as sore as they could get.

Legolas tilted his head, blond hair pooling on his shoulder, eyes watching the man he'd been told to train. Estel. Hope. Not hope of archery prowess, but there was something glittering and beautiful in his man, something of greater value than skill with a bow. "I have taught you all I know of archery. I think you do well, as well as a man may." It was said kindly, though with an Elven kindness of giving truth over false hope. He reached out and laid a hand on Estel's shoulder to soften his words further. "Let us find ways to relax, to ease our muscles."

The young man nodded simply and flexed the muscles in his shoulders, trying to get the nagging sore feeling away. He pretended to be hurt more though, maybe he could coax a massage out of Legolas if he was just hurt enough. He knew this was foul play, but he would give anything to feel the Elf's hands on his bare skin... Well, he would love to feel more than just his hands. He could think of better ways for them to touch.

Tossing away the bow and the arrows rather disrespectful towards the fine-crafted weapon, Estel turned and practically beamed at his much older companion. "What about that pool I've heard about, the one that's closely by? Isn't it a hot spring of some kind?"

"It is, but it's said that at times it can create spells of relaxation and inhibition," Legolas rolled his own shoulders, picked up the other bow and packed them quickly with their gear. He too wished to sink into the warm waters of the spring. Archery was much easier on the body when one was not being watched so intensely. He left his outer coat and eating dagger there with the other things, before starting off towards the spring.

'Inhibition? Well... there's nothing to inhibit me...' Estel thought as he raised his arms to cross them behind his head and followed Legolas through the woods to that secret pool. In his head he was plotting his plan though, an easy plan, but efficient as well... This was "warfare" he liked and that he wanted to be good at, although he knew that it was not what people wanted to see in him. But he was young and he would be old much sooner as all his friends would, who were without exception Elves, so he had to do all he could as he was still young.

"Well, Legolas... how often have you been here? Have you experienced this spring's effects before?"

"I? No, I have not been here, but Savril, a friend who has gone to live away from Mirkwood now, she said that she experienced it. That it was quite pleasant." It seemed quite indecent to consider pleasure with Estel, who was hardly old enough to be considered an adult. Though Humans aged differently than Elves, he was certain, he was meant to protect the young Human, not corrupt him. There wouldn't be time for a common Elven courtship in any case, so Legolas didn't know why such thoughts were occurring to him. No. He would resist such thoughts and simply be a good guide and protector for Estel. "There should be berries in season not far from the spring as well. Are you hungry?"

Things went even better for Estel. This was an unforeseen, but welcome change of his plans "I am! I'll go and collect some and meet you at the pool then, okay?"

He waved and stormed off into the direction where he could already smell the ripe berries. He could also sense where the pool was, so he should be able to find it on his own.

Legolas was surprised, to say the least. It wasn't unwelcome however, and he continued on to the spring. Through the long use of Elves, benches almost had been carved into the walls of the spring. It wasn't terribly large, but it went at least 3 meters in the center and was a full man's length across. Legolas hummed to himself as he slipped out of his shirt, folded it, then out of his pants as well. He set his boots on top of the stack, stood there stretching for a couple minutes. Long graceful arms, then all the way over to lay the backs of his hands on the ground, stretching out his legs. Completely naked already and no more self conscious than a fawn or an iris, he stepped down into the hot water of the spring.

Estel gathered the berries, always putting one into his mouth and the next into a little leather bag, until this was filled to the brink and he felt slightly sick from all the fruits he ate. But just the thought of what he had planned made his cheeks heat up in anticipation, so much was he looking forward to it. His stomach did cartwheels as he thought of his plan and for the first time he felt a little unsure if he was really unable to see it through.

He came running to the clearance that was formed by the little pool, seeing that Legolas had already discarded his clothes and was now stepping into the water. He saw him in his full nude beauty and swallowed, the sweet taste of the berries completely forgotten at that sight. Even as he licked his lips, obviously lapping away some of the juice of the berries, he didn't notice it. All he could think of was Legolas, his teacher on one hand, but also his friend and - if Estel could do anything for it - soon-to-be-lover.

He licked his lips again, this time more like a wolf that was hunting a rabbit and had just spotted his prey. He hid behind some bushes, waiting for Legolas to relax completely in the warm water while he slowly peeled his sweaty clothes from his body.

The water seemed to soak into him, diluting the soreness and the stiffness. The water bubbled behind him, making his hair dance on the surface. After a few minutes of relaxing, he started to scrub himself, palms on his chest, under arms, over his back. Elves, like all civilized creatures had backs that itched. How good it felt to have one's back itched was either a blessing or a bane, depending on how easy it was to achieve that goal. Very quickly he was rubbing lightly against the warn-down stone of the spring.

Estel almost groaned out loud when Legolas rubbed his back against the stone and wished it was him. By now he was butt-naked and as carefully as he could he padded into the water, the berries completely forgotten, and his clothes a simple dark heap lying on the ground. The water felt warm around his feet, but he had other problems. He wanted to get into the water as quick as possible, so that Legolas would not necessarily see how hard he actually was from simply watching him in the water.

With a few quick steps the water was above his waist and he sighed contentedly because it was warm and nice and it felt like he was embraced by nature himself... well, he wanted to be embraced by somebody else, but right now it was okay.

"Hail, Legolas," he said and smiled. "Need a back rub?"

Legolas opened his eyes to find Estel just a little deeper into the water than he'd expected him. He'd heard him, but only slightly. The Human was good for a Human, but he had been living among Elves all his life. He smiled. A back rub?

That wasn't really done between Elves, lover's perhaps, but they were alone, far from anyone one, so that no one would hear any sounds they might make. It could hurt nothing to exchange back rubs with his friend. "I'll do yours if you do mine?"

"Okay," Estel beamed at the older one, using his best sweet smile that he had practiced over the years with his foster brothers and sister and was now flawless. Not even an Elf could see what he hid behind it. It was the perfect mask. "I'll do yours first, okay?"

He had already spotted the place where he would carry out his plan all the way, but he had to do this slowly... not raising any suspicion...

Now that he'd offered, and as good as accepted, he was quite taken aback to have his offer taken so quickly. He slipped away from the edge, arms gracefully moving the water. "There is a smooth spot on the other side." It was really quite familiar between them, massages and bathing. It was very pleasant and Legolas again thanked his family's gods that they were far enough away to have this privacy.

"Okay..." Estel said, smiling a little too sweetly even for his own tastes. "Somewhere where we can both stand is fine..." he suggested as he flexed his fingers that craved to feel ivory-colored skin under them. Waiting for Legolas to take his position, he moved behind him and then put his fingers on the Elf's shoulders, starting to kneed gently. "Is this okay?"

Legolas rolled his shoulders, moaning softly. He had not been aware of how tense he'd gotten! The spring bubbled nicely around him, washing over all of his submerged body. Estel's fingers were so strong and so full of the present, not like some Elf touch, which was more about some other, Estel was quite in the present. Legolas folded his arms over the smoothed rock, and lay his head down. "That is wonderful."

The young man was sure that a VERY goofy grin had made its way onto his face. Either Legolas could read his thoughts very well and approved of them or he was just having a lucky day. Maybe he could continue the archery lessons on another level... with a much different target.

Evilness adding to goofiness, he leaned in a bit more, his already quite obvious arousal pushing almost against the tight buttocks of the eternal Elf. He moved his hands lower, massaging all over the smooth planes, feigning innocence. But then he kneaded upwards again, over Legolas' biceps, gently forcing him to spread his arms.

Then, all of a sudden, he grasped the Elf's wrists and pinned them down against the rock, using his whole body weight to hold the eternal being down, and his now painfully hard member pressing against the firm buttocks as he teased the sensitive Elven ear with his teeth.

"I would love to continue my archery-lessons now..."

"Estel!" Legolas shifted his weight, trying to get leverage to slip his wrists free without harming his Human friend and found none. In his rocking, he encountered the rock hard maleness of the man and for all his years in Elven halls and archery, he found himself quite unready to know what to do with this! Males did lay with males, but he had not yet done so. When one had forever to live, one had well, forever. Estel seemed still very in the present and it drew the Elf out of the lofty distance from life and made him… frightened. "Estel! What do you do?"

"Reaching for my target," he murmured against the other's ear that he attacked with a few playful bites. He nibbled softly along the rim of the elegantly pointed ear, in his excitement not even noticing how Legolas tensed under him, but if he did he wouldn't have paid much attention to it either. He knew this was a rather unexpected assault, but every fiber of him told him to do this and who was he not to listen to his body's needs like everybody else did?

He rolled his hips, seeking friction against his arousal on the older one's backside, aching for feeling Legolas all around him. "'One must understand where one wishes to bury one's point and see that it gets there.' Those were your words, right?"

Those were almost his words! The man was much stronger than he had imagined, but should have expected it to be so, with him having been raised and trained by Elves. Legolas spread his legs apart, seeking some kind of base to win free with, only to find himself somehow at a worse advantage. "And where do you wish to bury your point, Estel? I have no entry for you, have I?"

"Oh yes, you have," the Human purred as Legolas' legs seemed to spread only for him. He leaned in some more, pulling the other's arms so that he could hold them down with one hand, even if he risked that the loosing of his hold would give Legolas the chance to get away from him. To prevent that he sucked on the point of the Elven ear whilst his now free hand slipped lower, admiring the smooth back with his touch, until it dived into the water, just to come up again between Legolas' spread legs, to slip between his cheeks and seek for the little ring of muscles that he knew was there and slipped his little finger most carefully. He craved to bury himself with his arousal into the Elf, but he didn't want to hurt him either. "You have a tiny target for my blunt point... but I know a way to make it easier."

Understanding came to Legolas as those fingers sought him out, touched flesh that had known only his own touch for a thousand years! It was the kissing, sucking on his ear that held him, transfixed him almost with pleasure, shocks that went down his throat, chest, straight to his groin! Then the little finger slipped inside, not really stretching him any great amount, but a surprise to tight muscles that tried to clamp down and expel the invader. Estel could not mean to!? "Estel!"

He shot up away from the finger, only to have his ear in Estel's mouth keep him from going far, his hands pinned, and he then tried to shake him out, moving side to side, but his movements were slowed by the water and he whimpered as he continued to struggle.

"Hush... It will only hurt if you struggle," the Human cooed into the pointed ear that he was nibbling on. He pushed his finger deeper, well as deep as he could, but it was only his little finger, so that didn't go very far. Thankfully the water that surrounded them smoothed his movements a little, though it would have been better if he had used some oil... But one couldn't be prepared for everything.

He wiggled his finger a bit, tried to find Legolas relaxing to it, but also braced himself that he would hurt the Elf if he inserted a different digit. "I would love to see you finding pleasure in it, too..." And with that he pulled out his little finger and replaced it with his slender, but yet bigger and longer middle finger.

Legolas tried closing his legs, but still the next larger finger found its way into him. Perhaps it was something in the spring that made him feel weaker than normal, made his staff hard and sensitive even to the movements of the water as he wiggled to get free of the intrusion. Even just that finger filled him, felt terribly intimate, and pleasurable, but improper as well! "And if I don't stop? Am I yours then to do as you please? I will cry out!"

He had no idea what made him lose his composure like that, to nearly taunt the man into taking him thusly, only that moving to escape that finger while his wrists were pinned was somehow making him confused and not himself.

"I would love to hear you cry out," Estel said huskily, moving to torture the other ear now. He could feel how Legolas writhed underneath him, struggled in an attempt to get free, but the fact that he hadn't managed so yet made the Human more self-confident. "I would love to hear you cry out in pleasure when I hit the center of the target..."

He plunged his finger deeper, rubbing almost impatiently against his ...victim's... round buttocks with his arousal.

The finger surely filled him, perhaps two, but there could be no space more than that! Estel felt so large against his bottom. He wanted to hear him cry out in pleasure? What pleasure could be had of this? "Estel, I am not prepared!"

Wrists turned and struggled to get free of the Human hand holding them. As hard as he struggled, this did not explain how hard he was in the front, that he truly wanted Estel's touch, this exciting new aspect to their relationship, but it was too fast! He had not had time to think, to understand what the Human wanted and as old and wise as Elves were, their lives moved much slower than a Human's did sometimes. He leaned back, tilting his head, blue eyes searching Estel's face. "What will you do?"

The Human was sweating despite the cooling of the air against his wet skin. Legolas was tight, really too tight for his tastes, but he knew ways to change that. He started gentle rocking, rubbing the front of the Elf all over the water-warmed stone while he nibbled on his ears, shoulders and nuzzled the wet blond hair.

"'All else will fall into place once the target is reached'," Estel recited the lesson he was taught just a few moments ago, when they were shooting wooden arrows. His own, flesh-made arrow craved to reach its target though, but the young man restrained himself from that... well, at least until he was able to insert more than just one finger into the tight Elven heat.

Legolas shivered. He closed his eyes, settling into the sensations of his body, the warmth around him, bubbling water tickling his smooth legs, the finger so gently, and inescapably sheathed inside his own body. The ring of muscle around that finger tingled, an uncomfortable, and yet quite sweet feeling. He whimpered as he admitted to himself that he liked this, liked this connectedness to his Human friend. There was no one he'd rather be alone with, to be taken by. Somewhere in the lofty Elven logic he knew that, but his body still struggled, trying to evade, escape the intrusion. His body also accepted what it couldn't evade, those muscles accommodating the finger, relaxing ever so slightly. "Estel!"

'Oh yes... I want your voice... like that my friend...' Estel thought as he finally found that his finger was now moving more easily and that he could maybe try to push another one inside. He crooked his finger, using that little bit of tolerance to widen the passage before him and then pulled his finger out a bit. Carefully he widened the reluctant passage and wiggled his index finger inside to join the middle finger. Together they pushed back in and the young man saw stars almost then, just imagining what it would feel like to push inside that sweet tightness with his manhood... He moaned in the back of his throat rather hoarsely. "Legolas..."

"Owww," Legolas whimpered, not struggling now, fingers trying to touch Estel's hand. His back arched, head leaning back against Estel's shoulder. The man wanted this, so much, he could hear the desire in the deep throaty voice as he'd said his name. "Mmmmm." This cry was not as pained, softer hopeful, perhaps full of remembering Estel's kisses and suckling on his ears. "Will you take me then? Will you fit within me?"

"I will reach my target," Estel confirmed and moved to rub his cheek with the thin stubble against the hairless and flawless skin of Legolas' face as the Elf's head moved up against his shoulder. Idly he wondered what it would feel like to gather the eternal one up into his arms after this lesson and kiss him softly, but he had a more urgent problem at hand right now.

Legolas had relaxed underneath him, his passage had accepted his two fingers and he tried to coax more space out of it, but he was already painfully hard and didn't know how long he could hold back before he just plunged inside, seeking the much needed friction. He didn't really hear the whimper as he darted his tongue out, licking over the pale skin. He tasted the sweet water, tasted Legolas, tasted the sweat on his skin as well and almost purred like a cat that had caught a bird at the delicious taste.

Such kisses could not be resisted too long and he found his body relaxing more into the preparations for what was to come. "Estel," Legolas whispered, feeling passion bubble up within him, tighten his sack to go with the hardness between himself and the wall of the spring. He was frightened still, to have something as big as Estel's manhood enter him. With trembling lips, he reached for Estel's kisses, trying to participate, to escape his fear by joining with Estel. The fear betrayed itself though, in the trembling of his body, smooth against the masculine power of Estel's, soft pale lips unused to passion seeking those that seemed to know pleasure so much more familiarly.

The young man leaned forward more, he himself seeking out the other's lips and sealing them with his own. Raveling in the feeling of lips against lips he concentrated back on the tightness he wished to widen. His fingers made scissor-movements, working against the resistance that was put against him. But even his patience came to an end and finally decided that he couldn't wait any longer.

So he removed his fingers half-reluctantly, breaking the shy kiss as well and made a grab for his aching member, this time aiming with all his heart for the center of the target and guided the head past the still very tight ring of muscles, groaning at the sheer pleasure that seemed to overwhelm him.

Legolas broke out in a sweat, his whole body half in shock as the head of Estel's arrow took flight, forcing this gates wide open, he cried into the kiss, body limp against Estel's as he tried to relax, tried to tell himself that he would not die from it, would not sustain any mortal wound, no matter that it burned and his fingers clawed at the stone around the spring. Down right shaking, he let Estel hold him, his back to Estel's chest, hands still pinned, and then, the arrow flew to the correct target and his eyes went wide. "Estel!"

Estel moved as slowly as he could, being forced to do so by the tightness around him, but on the other hand he was rewarded with stars before his eyes, stars that told him he was in heaven already and that he could go even higher. He shivered almost violently, he himself well surprised the most that he had finally managed to do what he had dreamed of since he had met Legolas, that he had been brazen enough to really see it through. All these sensations and realizations coming down to him make him come almost immediately.

He bit his lips though and interlaced his fingers with the Elf's as he was still pinning him down on the stone and groaned as Legolas arched up against him, crying out his name yet again, but this time with another emotion reflected in it. This time it was more surprise, but also pleasure and desire as if he had finally found that spot he was searching for.

"Legolas... you... are so tight... I almost can't breathe..." he gasped like a fish as he leaned forward once again to nibble on the pointed ear. He felt absolutely incredible, but if he moved right then, he would not last longer than one stroke, so he had to calm down a little before he did anything else than just raveling in the feeling of this beauty around him.

Most things in an Elf's world were clear, understandable, or the sort of thing that one thought on for a decade. This was different. Estel's fingers interlacing with his was friendship, attachment, something to hold to in his fear and confusion, and the kisses on his ear were pleasure, sweet and tingling, slipping through him like wine that made him dizzy, but Estel impaling him was fire, burning as his body tried to fight against it, and deep within him, there was pleasure, some secret jewel that purred with the pressure and touch of his friend within him. He whimpered in confusion, venting the pain of his lost virginity and the growing hunger for more of this, for more knowledge of this feeling. He wanted movement! Wanted that jewel brushed and touched, to feel what it was capable of, and yet he feared that same movement, as the muscles at his entrance clenched tight.

As the confusion between pain and pleasure battled within him, it was perhaps that Estel still pinned him, held him, that he began to relax. Resisting would achieve nothing, for Estel had him quite well, and to accept might bring much more pleasure and so he held tightly to Estel's fingers, let himself relax against the strong body holding him. He let his eyes fall closed, his head resting on Estel's shoulder, submission, anticipation perhaps. His lips parted and in their moment of waiting, as the burning eased a little, he imagined those lips kissing him, tongue to tongue.

Heart beating wildly in his chest, his as throat as dry a desert, Estel was still unable to fathom his luck. He would have thought that Legolas would have put more resistance on him. He definitely would... well, not towards Legolas maybe, but any other man.

The little whimper that sounded much like a mewl to the young one's ears told him in a way that the Elf was ready for more, that he indeed wanted more as well as the man did himself. He bit playfully at the other's ear before he pulled out a bit with his hips, just to plunge back in, groaning at the friction he caused. "Ah!" Another shiver ran through his body, and his vision threatened to go white and blind him, but right then he wouldn't have minded if he stayed blind for the rest of his life. In fact he thought that this was the best experience he ever lived through. "Legolas..." he moaned again as he moved out again, this time plunging back in with a little more force.

The pain of his first penetration started again as Estel began to move. He clutched the fingers laced with his and lifted up just a little, perhaps trying to slip the arrow out of it's flight path, even though the echoes of it brushing the target was still quite there, vibrating in him, hoping it would be hit again. And then the arrow sank into him again, harder, pulling his flesh, sliding with the help of the warm water. When the tip hit the target again, his body shuddered with pleasure, tightening and relaxing at the same time, until the arrow moved easily and he struggled to free his hands… he wanted to touch himself, as he had not done in so long. Passion, so mortal and present gripped him. "Touch me! Please!"

'I could get used to this... this is wonderful,' Estel thought and increased his pace a steadily while he felt that he should die from feeling such pleasure. Oh yes, he wanted to touch Legolas badly, as if he would burn if he didn't do so, but how was he supposed to do it, when his fingers were clutched so tightly, that he wasn't able to move them even if he tried?

"Legolas..." he moaned, but made no move to get his fingers free as he steadied his rhythm. Instead he continued torturing his ears. "Lego... las..."

If this was becoming mortal, then he would stay forever in this moment with Estel, the hope. He was moving, thrusting in time with Estel, even if only into the water, then back against the hard arrow hitting its target within him. Color warmed his cheeks, his breathing went deep and too fast, and across his belly, over the sack between his legs, something powerful was rising. "Deeper!"

"Hngh!" was what Estel said, but what he actually wanted to say was, "Yes, sir!" He had lived to listen to Legolas' advices and orders as a teacher, but this was an order he wanted to carry out with the depths of his heart. He used his feet to force the Elf's legs further apart, so he could drive deeper into the crevice between the two perfect globes and he leaned up as far as he could, his arms now outstretched. Now he had a slightly different angle, but he wasn't able to nibble on the elegantly pointed ear anymore as he practiced his archery. Instead he only concentrated on rolling his hips forward, plunging deep into the heat that Legolas offered to him. His eyes fluttered shut and his knees threatened to give in if he didn't hold on tightly to the Elf's hands.

"AHHHHh," Legolas cried out, dizzy and amazingly lost to the world. He didn't want Estel to stop kissing his ears though! He liked that! Estel had started this, but he would not let it go now! Bodies pressed tightly together, fitting together as two halves of one whole, Legolas pressed himself back, helping to impale himself. "Slow, or else I'll feed the water with my seed! Estel!" There were no words, no way to say how connected he felt or how he wished to forge a bond deeper than teacher and student with his Human friend, right then he knew only that it was forged within his own heart.

"Hrn!" Estel made and cursed. "I can't slow down!" he cried out. "I... ah!" he yelled and with that a rather nasty loud groan he came, his seed shooting out of him and coating the inner passage of Legolas that he had prepared so thoroughly only a few moments before. He fell down onto the Elf's back, his body still thrusting lazily into the warmth of Legolas that still surrounded him. "My... my... mine."

The Elf whimpered slightly, hips still moving, needing his own release, hands still imprisoned by his lover and friend. He pressed back against Estel, not wanting the pleasurable arrow to stop yet! And how warm it felt to be called his... his... Estel's. "I am so hard still! I think I will scream from the pleasure that I only imagine." He would not say please again… already he had done so too many times, but the thought of ... of he was so close, it nearly hurt!

How he wished he could get hard within an instance once more, just to please his friend! But Estel was spent and felt himself soften within that quivering passage. So he pulled out slowly as softly as he could and pressed his front against Legolas' back, his lips reaching for the sensitive tip of one of the Elf's ears. His arms loosed their hold and he helped Legolas to stand up with him, while his lips moved over the ear, over one cheekbone and finally down to the Elf's mouth. Again his lips were kissing Legolas' shyly as if he didn't really know what he was doing or if he didn't know that he did it the right way. He just wanted to feel the other's lips on his, while he wrapped their arms together around the lithe body of the Elf.

Legolas turned in that embrace, shivering, his hardness brushing against Estel's belly. Kisses were not unfamiliar to the Elf and he suckled at Estel's lips even as his tongue sought entrance and his fingers reached to embrace Estel's face. It was bold what the human had done and now, Legolas was glad he'd done it, but he wanted satisfaction as well. He tilted his head a bit, deepening the kiss. He had no idea how to complete this dance, but he wanted Estel to know that he was embraced, accepted, desired.

The Human's heart fluttered when Legolas kissed him, practically taught him how to kiss. He let the Elf keep control of his mouth, while he let his hand trail lower now, searching for that Elven hardness that ached for release. He had done this to himself for so many times, thinking about this very Elf that he should have no problem doing it to said Elf himself. So he wrapped his hand carefully around that hardened staff of flesh and started to rub up and down, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive head.

"Ohhhhaaa," Legolas groaned into the kiss, lips slowing, but not stopping as they nursed and teased Estel's lips, tongue. One leg hooked around Estel's, holding him close as he rocked his hips, thrusting into that hand, releasing at last his seed, giving it to his new lover as an affirmation of the commitment between them.

Estel felt something besides the waves that they were making tickle his stomach and also he felt Legolas tense in his arms. He broke the kiss as the Elf panted against his chest and raised his now rather sticky hand. After he washed it clean in the warm spring he put it on his ... friends? No, lover's back, running his fingers through the wet, but still silky blond mass. He turned them around, so that he was now leaning against the rock that he had pinned Legolas pinned upon and simply held the Elf close, possessively, like only a child would do with its most loved toy. "Mine," he stated once again and sought out those sweet lips, resuming their kiss. Maybe there was something better than just wanting to feel Legolas around him... feeling him in his arms felt at least just as good.

Laying his head on Estel's chest, he let the future sort itself out. For now, the present was all he needed of eternal. "Yours."

The End
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Okay, who said they were going to dance on my wedding? This was for you and all those who read Enslaving Legolas. ^_^