Title: One Day-Sequel To One Night

Author: red_lasbelin

Disclaimer: Not mine . . .Would anyone want to give them to me for Christmas?

Warnings: Slash, GRAPHIC (I MEAN IT!!!) Smut, Language, AU, PWP, Rimming, POV Remember I warned you. If you have problems with any of these, you should not be reading it and flaming me afterwards. Got it?

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor

Feedback: Yes, please!

Beta: Keiliss, any remaining mistakes are mine, don't blame her.

Summary: Erestor is sore. *snicker*

A/N: This is a sequel to "One Night" Remember, all Keiliss' fault. I know about elven healing but for this story I did something a little different. Again Glorfindel's POV



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Weeks had passed since the day I had the best sex of
my life. To say that I wanted more was an
understatement. I seized every opportunity I had to
fuck him senseless; there was now a permanent limp to
the Chief Councilor's walk. If anyone had doubts about
Erestor's sexuality, they were now gone. It was clear
to everyone that he was taken - both physically and
emotionally. But . . . an unexpected thing happened a
few days ago. While I was in the process of ravishing
his mouth and relieving him of his clothes, Erestor
_asked_ me to give him a break. He said his rear hurt
too much.

I wore out my sex-kitten. A/N: His Nickname for
Erestor. *snicker*

The knowledge both amused and annoyed me. Sex was an
addiction Erestor was unable to get rid of; he needed
it the same way he needed air. _I_ needed it the same
way I needed air. Three days is a long time when
you've spent the past six weeks fucking seven times a
day. The display Erestor had presented the night he
wore the black silk robe and roped me to the bed had
been burned into my mind, and I had been seizing every
opportunity to relive it. For a while, I felt bad
about fucking Erestor like there was no tomorrow.
Usually, we made love at least three times a week. But
the guilt disappeared when I saw how much he was
enjoying himself.. There were still a few scabs on my
back, where Erestor had raked his nails against my
skin, drawing blood, as I pounded him into the wall of
our shared bedroom. Erestor always said he liked it
hard and fast .

Plus the twins had moved into other chambers after
several week of hearing us

I groaned as I felt my member begin to stir. It had
only been three days, but I spent most of my time
masturbating; how could I not? Erestor had said he was
too sore to do anything, but that didn't mean that my
kitten wasn't playful. He kept teasing me with lusty
little looks that made my heart pound. Although my
lover was sore, it was obvious that he was going
through withdrawal. Just a few hours after Erestor
told me he was sore, he intercepted me in the hallway,
threw me in the broom closet, and proceeded to give me
the hardest, tightest, blowjob I had ever experienced.
After, he had licked his lips with a lusty expression
on his face, grinning like the cat that got - and ate
- all the cream. If I closed my eyes, I could still
see Erestor gazing up at me, long black hair framing
his chocolate eyes, and perfect mouth wrapped around
my arousal.


*-*-*

"Thinking of me?" A familiar voice murmured against my
ear. Fingernails raked down the center of my chest,
digging into the blue velvet of my shirt, undoubtedly
leaving a trail of red marks across my golden-skin. A
warm tongue traced the outer-shell of my ear,
lingering on the tip, sending tingles of pleasure
arching down my spine. All I managed was a tortured
gasp, tilting my head back to rest against Erestor's
shoulder.

"Mmmm, how was your patrol today?" Erestor asked with
his lips hovering mere millimeters away from my own.
Those luminous brown eyes filled my field of vision,
sending my pounding heart spiraling out of control.
There was something hypnotic about Erestor's eyes;
they drew you in like he was trying to steal your
soul. And there was always a seductive look to his
eyes, reeling you in, bound and gagged and begging for
more. If Erestor was a drug, he would've been illegal.

"Patrol was fine," I answered with half a mind. All of
my attention was focused on his parted lips,
glistening with saliva, and begging me to suck on
them.

"Really?" There was a slight curl to the corners of
Erestor's lips, the barest hint of a sadistic smirk.
"Would you mind--" I cut Erestor off with a deep kiss,
unable to resist the taunt of his rose-petal mouth. A
delighted moan rumbled deep within Erestor's chest,
and he parted his lips to allow my slick tongue to
invade his mouth.

As always, Erestor tasted like heaven. He opened his
mouth to me, and his tongue slid out to greet mine in
a slick dance. The chair I was seated on moved
forward, slightly. We were in my office, and I was
seated at the desk in the front of the room. Erestor
stood behind me and allowed me to plunder his mouth,
tasting and licking at every crevice of his warm
cavern. The taste of sweet honey, completely Erestor's
own flavor, flooded my mouth as our tongues glided
together. It amazed me how Erestor could taste so
sweet, seem so pure, be so seductive, and still manage
to be innocent all at once.

While our tongues continued to duel, I turned in the
chair, slowly, so that Erestor and I were
face-to-face. Almost immediately, he climbed onto my
lap and straddled me, wrapping his slim arms around my
neck. Even as he moved, our mouths remained connected,
breathing through our noses in order to prolong the
kiss. Every part of me felt as if I had caught on
fire. Arousal held me dizzy with need, sending
tendrils of warmth flaring through every nerve in my
body. And still, Erestor and I kissed, passion and
desire flowing through our bodies like the pulling
current of an angry ocean.

"Vala, I want you in me," Erestor breathed, breaking
the kiss and moaning from the pressure of his arousal.
"I miss having you inside me," he murmured, "Taking
me, claiming me . . . I want _you_." His voice was so
low and seductive, my heart threatened to burst from
the blood rushing to my throbbing erection. It wasn't
often that Erestor swore, but here he was, nipping at
my neck, murmuring the things he wanted me to do to
him.

"Erestor, you are going to make me spill in my
leggings," I warned him.

"No," said Erestor, rubbing his bottom against the
hard press of my erection, "You're going to release
inside of me," he promised, "I'm going to make you
come so hard, no release is going to feel the same for
you again."

For a moment, I was startled at Erestor's behavior; I
had never seen him act this way before. But it didn't
take long for me to figure things out, after all, my
sex-kitten was reminding me of the warm depths he had
been deprived of for three days. There were no
complaints on my part, but Erestor's growing sex-drive
was something that became more interesting with each
passing day.

A smirk played at his lips, and he arched his back,
pressing his arousal against my firm stomach. "I
_need_ you inside me . . . it's been so long," he
moaned, thrusting his hips up so that his erection
received friction.

"I thought you were sore," I teased, attempting a
smirk.

"I don't care," he groaned, "it's been too long." As
if to emphasize his words, he began to rub his ass
against my erection, the thick length pressed firmly
against the crack of his bottom. His hands landed on
my shoulders, clenching tightly, and his head fell
back, exposing his creamy throat.

Unable to resist, I leaned forward and fastened my
mouth against the smooth arc of his neck, sinking my
teeth in. A hiss escaped his lips and the metallic
taste of blood entered my mouth; it was just a thin
cut, but a small trickle of blood escaped. With a
flick of my tongue, I soothed the slight wound and
Erestor moaned in appreciation, the sound vibrating
against my lips.

"I'm going to give you what you need, then." I
released his throat and attacked his mouth, pushing my
tongue past his lips and ravishing him. Erestor
enjoyed the dominance and relaxed his mouth, allowing
me to explore anything and everything. The hands I had
placed on his hips moved up and under his black robes,
trailing across his smooth skin, sending shivers
throughout his smaller body. It felt so good, holding
him in my arms, knowing that no one had witnessed this
side of Erestor except for me.

A hand that didn't belong to me slid inside the front
of my pants. It wrapped around my throbbing length,
tightly; a warm funnel of familiar, soft skin,
squeezing my member in a teasing manner. Without
conscious thought, I ripped Erestor's robe open,
sending the torn shreds to the floor. No complaint
came from my horny lover; all he did was moan and
squeeze my erection harder, giving me a firm stroke
that sent pleasure arcing through my body.

Pulling away from my mouth, Erestor panted heavily,
gazing at me with lust in his eyes. I focused in on
his blood-red lips, wet and swollen from the pressure
of my kisses. They glistened against the bright
sunlight filtering into the office, and a thin trail
of saliva connected his mouth to his chin. Those
chocolate eyes were becoming drowsy with arousal,
hooded by his long, curled eyelashes. His cheeks were
flushed a light pink, and his black braids tousled.
The only word I could find to describe him was
'gorgeous', but even that didn't do him any justice.

I let my gaze travel down his smooth neck. There was a
dark red bite mark on the left side of his throat, no
longer bleeding but radiant against his pale skin. A
flash of possessiveness washed through me, along with
pride and love. Erestor was a creature of need, seated
on my lap, moaning and rubbing against me as though I
hadn't touched him for millennia. The hand around my
cock was stroking harder and faster, sending wave
after wave of unbelievable pleasure rushing through
me. The proof of my desire had soaked into my
leggings, reminding me that Erestor and I were still
overdressed.

"Strip for me," I growled, gently pushing Erestor off
my lap. For a minute, I thought he wasn't going to go
for it, but then he smiled and slowly stood up in
front of me, moving with the feline grace of a cat.

Erestor stood in front of me with his back facing the
wall. I leaned back in my chair and made myself
comfortable, unable to tear my eyes away from his
lithe form. There was so much strength in his small
body; his feminine appearance was deceiving. I could
just imagine someone misjudging Erestor's strength
because of his appearance.

"Watch me," Erestor mouthed, moving his hands down the
center of his chest. He closed his eyes as his fingers
rubbed against his pink nipples. Almost instantly,
they pebbled up into hard balls, and Erestor moaned as
he pinched them between his fingers.

I shifted in my chair. Arousal was surging through my
veins. I quickly removed the shirt I was wearing,
tossing it to the side. Then I refocused on Erestor,
who kept his left hand rubbing a pert nipple, and let
his other hand trail down the center of his stomach.

A light pink line followed his hand's decent. Nails
dug into his pale skin, raking across his stomach, and
circling his naval with the edge of his index finger.
I groaned when his hand slipped lower, playing
teasingly at the edges of his thin leggings which he
wore underneath his robes. His fingers dipped below
the waistline until the second knuckle, before they
moved back up an inch, scratching his nails against
his milky-skin. With every encounter I had with
Erestor, he seemed to become more experienced in the
art of seduction. Maybe it was stupid of me to think
Erestor couldn't get any sexier than he already was.
Of course, I wasn't complaining about being proved
wrong. . .

Both of his hands moved down to the front of his
pants, and slowly, they untied the only restraint.

Placing my hands on the armrests of the chair, I
gripped the warm wood tightly, restraining myself. I
wanted nothing more than to run my hands all over his
sleek body, but I didn't want it to end just yet.

The entire room was silent except for our loud
breathing that came out in short pants. Erestor looked
up at me through his long eyelashes, moaning softly as
he began to lower his leggings. The whisper of
descending cloth fluttered throughout the office,
revealing another inch of milky skin to my hungry
eyes. I ran a hand through my long, blond hair,
feeling strands of it sticking together with sweat. I
was sitting with my legs slightly spread, my back
pressed against the metal chair, and my hands gripping
the armrests until my knuckles turned white. Erestor
stood between my legs and turned around so that his
back was facing me. I had to bite back a moan when he
began tugging his leggings down his hips, allowing me
to view the creamy skin of his backside. No matter how
much time Erestor spent outdoors, his skin was unable
to turn a darker shade - not that I minded. I loved
the milky-whiteness of his skin.

Once his leggings rested below his bottom, Erestor
bent over, exposing his cherry-red entrance to me, and
slowly tugged the pants down his smooth legs. I licked
my lips as I gazed at his opening, feeling a
possessive pride come over me at the redness. Erestor
hadn't been lying when he said he was sore; his
passage looked sensitive, and the angry red color was
proof of the claim I had over him.

Unconsciously, I leaned forward and ran my tongue
across the wrinkled skin of his opening. Erestor
gasped and arched back, his inner muscles clenching as
I moved my tongue over his entrance. Thick trails of
saliva covered his reddened skin, and Erestor pushed
an arm behind his back, placing it on the top of my
head, pushing forward, needing more of my tongue
against his sensitive opening.

"Glorfindel," he hissed as he tilted his head around,
resting his chin against his shoulder. I looked up at
him from between his butt cheeks, smirking a little,
before rubbing my tongue against his wrinkled flesh.

To say that Erestor looked gorgeous was an
understatement. His back formed a slight 'u' shape as
he pushed his ass against my tongue, raising his
bottom a little so that he could gain more of me. One
of his hands braced himself against the wall, while
the other sat firmly on the top of my head. And he
spread his legs a little, moaning as each swipe of my
tongue became harder, more forceful, causing his body
to shiver, and his back to glisten as pleasure washed
through him.

"Glorfindel," Erestor whimpered, his lust-darkened
eyes falling shut.

I pulled away from him and forced him to turn around.
Immediately, Erestor pressed his lips against mine,
hungrily.

While Erestor and I kissed, I stood from the chair and
maneuvered Erestor so that he was standing on it. When
I pulled away, Erestor looked at me questioningly
before I directed him to turn around so that his back
was, once again, facing me.

Looking somewhat confused, Erestor complied and placed
his hands on the top of the chair. I reached for his
left leg and placed his foot on the armrest, spreading
his ass wider, allowing cool air to brush across his
wet skin - but I knew that his ass could go even
wider.

"Get on your knee, Erestor, but keep your foot on the
armrest," I ordered, my voice coming out rough with
passion.

Erestor did as he was told, settling on one knee,
keeping his foot on the armrest, and clinging on to
the back of the chair. He looked over his shoulder,
clearly asking what was going on, but all I did was
settle my knees onto the rug-covered floor, and place
my elbows on the edge of the chair.

Then, I buried my face against his exposed bottom,
pushing my tongue past the tight ring of muscle. A
loud, pleasure-filled cry burst from Erestor's lips
and bounced off the walls, echoing throughout the
office. Erestor pressed his forehead against the back
of the chair, whimpering as I fucked him with my wet
tongue.

"Meleth, it feels so good!" he cried in a voice I
wasn't familiar with.

I moaned against his opening, sending vibrations
against his skin, and brought more cries of pleasure
from his sweet lips.

"Please, fuck me. I need you inside me," he groaned,
looking over his shoulder. His eyes were half-lidded,
his mouth swollen and red, glistening with saliva
which trickled down his chin. Sweat covered his back
in a thin layer, and his dark hair clung to the back
of his head, and his forehead.

The pressure between my legs was hard to ignore. I
pulled away from his entrance and quickly stood,
wiping the saliva off my lips and chin with the back
of my hand. As I worked on removing my leggings,
Erestor removed himself from the chair, pushing it to
the side, and climbed up on the desk. For a moment, I
paused to watch him, unable to tear my eyes away.

Erestor leaned back, bringing his legs up onto the
desk. He bent them at the knee and spread wide,
exposing his cherry entrance that was caked in saliva.
His arousal stood tall and hard against his smooth
stomach, but the hand that was moving down the length
of his body didn't stop to wrap around his hard cock.
Instead, three fingers circled the wrinkled skin of
his entrance, before all three took a plunge into his
passage.

"Ohhhh!" Erestor cried, pushing his hips down. The
mouth of his entrance swallowed all three digits, and
there was no hesitation when he started fingering
himself, hard and fast.

Quickly, I removed my leggings and tossed them to the
side. Then I approached the slim figure writhing on
the desk, moaning and gasping, pleasuring himself with
his own fingers.

Patience was something my sex-kitten was lacking.

"Melethron, please, I can't wait," Erestor groaned,
continuing to move his fingers rapidly inside of him.
"Take me, please!"
I positioned myself between his spread legs and placed
my hands on his knees. Erestor removed the fingers
from his entrance and grasped my erection, pulling me
forward. Without further hesitation, I buried myself
in one fluid movement, groaning from the hot tightness
that gripped every inch of my hard, hard arousal.
Erestor cried out from the sensation of being filled,
undoubtedly ignoring the obvious pain he must've been
in. His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me
closer, and he threw his head back. It seemed his need
to have sex outweighed the pain flaring through his
bottom. The only way I knew he was in pain was from
the inner muscles clamping around me, almost hard
enough to hurt.

"Is this what you wanted?" I growled as I began
thrusting.

"Yessss," he hissed, moving his hips down to meet my
thrusts. He used the desk for leverage as he rocked
against me, trailing his hands down the center of his
torso, leaving another set of pink marks against his
flushed skin.

I looked between our bodies as I rocked inside of him.
A faint trace of blood coated my throbbing erection,
and the saliva coating his entrance glistened against
his skin. If it wasn't for the fact that Erestor
brought a fist up to his mouth, biting on his knuckles
because of the pleasure, I would've stopped for fear
of hurting him - but it was clear that my sex-kitten
was enjoying himself.

The mouth of his opening clenched around my cock. His
entrance was now a dark shade of red from penetration.
The normally wrinkled skin was now smooth, stretched
wide in a thick 'o' to accommodate my arousal, pulling
me in closer. Saliva and the thin layer of blood
allowed me to thrust into him easily, moving inside
him at a hard, slow pace. Erestor rocked his hips,
meeting me thrust for thrust, tossing his head back
and forth as he bit his knuckles.

"That's it, Glorfindel, fuck me," he panted around his
knuckles, "I need it harder, and faster; I want to
_feel_ you."

"Anything you want, baby," I growled.

I began a series of hard and fast thrusts. Angling my
hips, I hit his prostate and his hand fell away from
his mouth with a loud cry. Pleasure washed through me
as the pace increased. The warm, tight walls of his
body gripped me, clenching around me, pulling me in
deeper, trying to milk my erection for all of its
worth. There was no better feeling in the world,
except for holding Erestor in my arms. Sex would
always be second best. Cuddling would always remain
first, even if I didn't admit it out loud. But at this
moment, being inside of Erestor felt like heaven.

"Vala! Harder, meleth, I need it harder!" His hands
moved above his head, gripping the edge of the desk so
that his body wasn't pushed over the side. Sweat
plastered his hair to his forehead, and his eyes were
squeezed shut, his mouth dropped open in loud,
arousing moans. The muscles of his abdomen clenched
hard as pleasure arched through him, and his cock
twitched, dripping pre-cum down the sides of his
erection.

Below him, papers crinkled as his body moved back and
forth from the force of my thrusts. A quill rolled and
fell off the desk, its sound muffled by the loud moans
coming from Erestor's mouth. A part of me wondered who
could hear us, but when Erestor clamped down on my
member, I did not care.


I gripped his knees hard, pushing myself inside him,
deeper and deeper. I stole a glance down between our
bodies again, watching my erection melt into his
entrance, repeatedly. My length glistened with
moisture, and I watched the skin surrounding his
entrance move as my arousal moved in and out of him.
The sound of our bodies slapping against each other
rang in my ears, and his inner muscles clamped down on
me, hard.

Then Erestor sat up, quickly, a wild look in his
chocolate eyes. He pushed me backwards and climbed off
the desk, his hands a pale contrast against my
sweat-covered-golden-skin. I was pinned against the
wall, the sharp edge of a bookshelf pressing against
me. Erestor wrapped his arms around my neck, crushing
our lips together in a bruising kiss. A tongue
collided with mine violently, the two twining together
in a hot, wet dance. I could feel his arousal pressing
against my thigh, while my own was nestled against his
hipbone, still wet from the moisture of his body.

"What are you doing, babe?" I managed to ask against
his smoldering kisses.

"I want this to last," he mumbled.

Suddenly, he spun me around and jumped up, wrapping
his legs around my waist. I held him around the ribs,
supporting him. Then I was engulfed in tight, familiar
heat. I moved forward and pressed his back against the
wall, pounding into him, mindlessly.

Erestor threw his head back, moaning incoherently as I
rammed into him. My arms ended up below his, holding
him firmly as I thrust into his tightness. He
arched his back a little, allowing only his shoulders
to rest against the wall, and tightened his legs
around my waist. The position allowed me to move
deeper and faster inside of him, and with every
thrust, I hit his prostate.

Sweat rolled down our bodies as heat grew between us.
We were nearly drenched. Erestor had beads of liquid
trailing down his chest, onto his stomach. And I could
feel my sweat rolling down the center of my back,
dripping onto the floor.

"Meleth, meleth!" Erestor moaned over and over like a
mantra. His hands gripped my shoulders, hard, and his
eyes opened half way to meet my gaze. Our eyes
remained locked as I continued to thrust into him,
overwhelmed by the heat and lust in his eyes.

With every stroke, it brought us closer and closer to
completion. The pleasure we were both feeling washed
in and out of us, a growing riptide of desire and
emotion. Erestor began to squeeze his inner muscles
rhythmically, keeping his eyes focused on the pleasure
that showed on my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I
could see the bite mark still on his neck.

"I'm so close, Glorfindel, don't stop," Erestor
pleaded, "Please don't stop, please don't - Elbereth!"
The cry burst from Erestor's mouth as I began a series
of hard and fast strokes, the tip of my erection
almost never leaving his prostate.

Nails dug into my skin, drawing blood. I looked
between us to watch the rapid movements of my cock,
melting into the pink-pucker of his entrance. Then I
tore my eyes away when I saw Erestor's erection begin
to tremble. His inner muscles quivered around me, and
then, white, thick liquid poured out of his cock,
raining down onto the hard abs of his stomach. Each
shot caused his arousal to twitch, sending another
stream of cum dripping onto his stomach.

"Glorfindel!" he cried as his body trembled in
pleasure. I continued to ram into him, causing more
cum to burst from his hard cock. Ribbons of white
liquid fell down onto his smooth skin, creating a
large puddle that began to drip down his thighs. I
could feel the warm liquid as it fell onto my own
thighs, leaving a thin white trail until it fell onto
the floor.

Then Erestor did what he always did to send me over
the edge. He looked at me with half-lidded eyes and
dipped his fingers into the puddle that remained on
his stomach, bringing the white liquid up to his
swollen lips. His tongue darted out to lick at the
bitter fluid, lapping up the juices like rapidly
melting ice cream. The combination of Erestor
swallowing his own cum, and the tight heat of the wet
muscles surrounding me sent me over the edge, and I
was coming.

Erestor held my gaze as pleasure washed through me,
continuing to lick the cum off his fingers. As each
shot of passion poured out of my member, I was swept
up to a new height of ecstasy.

I emptied myself inside him, gasping loudly from the
pleasure. Erestor was squeezing his inner muscles,
milking my erection for more. When I was finally
spent, we collapsed onto the floor with Erestor seated
on my lap.

"That felt wonderful," he murmured, nuzzling my neck
with the tip of his nose.

I nodded in agreement, still out of breath.

Erestor yawned and he reminded me of a kitten
stretching its back, ready to curl up into a ball and
go to sleep. Normally, I would've suggested going back
to our room so we _could_ sleep. However, this was our
first time in three days where we actually had _real_
sex. I had a lot of time to make up for.

"What are you doing?" Erestor mumbled, his voice
drowsy from sleep.

I pressed my reawakened erection against his opening
with a grin.

"Its been so long, `Tory," I smirked, nibbling on his
earlobe and rubbing my cock against him. "If we stop
now, you'll be too sore later."

Erestor's eyes widened. "But--"

"Don't tell me my little sex-kitten is protesting
against sex again," I teased, "or maybe you just can't
handle it. . ." I trailed off, watching Erestor's
mocha eyes narrow in determination.

Needless to say, I ended up on my back with my
sex-kitten straddling my hips. In one movement I was
buried inside of him to the hilt. Erestor threw his
head back and began riding me hard and fast, little
mewls of pleasure rumbling through his mouth.

After our second orgasm, Erestor looked ready to pass
out - but I was hard again. It took a lot of
convincing the third time around. And a hell of a lot
more on the fourth time. By the time we reached six,
Erestor was muttering incoherently, too spent to focus
on anything in particular. Feeling a little exhausted
myself, I dressed quickly and wrapped my cloak around
Erestor.

When we entered the hallway, it was past midnight, and
I was holding Erestor in my arms. He was dazed and
confused in my grasp; his eyes unable to focus
clearly. I chuckled and said, "So much for my
sex-kitten."

Erestor rolled his head to face me. He looked
delirious, but he said, quite clearly, "If I'm a
sex-kitten, you're an insatiable bunny." After that,
he passed out.

~The End~

Elvish:

Meleth: Love

Melethron: male lover