Title: One Night

Author: Red Lasbelin

Email: red.lasbelin@gmail.com

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor

Disclaimer: I don't own them, please don't remind me. *SOB*

Warnings: slash(if this bothers you..why are you here?) Graphic sex
(see rating) Masturbation, slight bondage (not BDSM) PWP, POV, and
the smut is GRAPHIC!!!! If any of these bother you don't read, if
they do it's your own damn fault, don't go blaming me. Also a bit of
language. (Damn that's almost everything!)

Beta: Cajuncutie- Any remaining mistakes are mine.

Author's notes: This all came about when Keiliss said that colds were
perfect for engaging the smutter parts of your mind. I got carried
away. Here a little contribution to the slash world of Lotr, who I
was dragged into by wonderful authors Sian, Orchyd, Morgana, Napolde,
Vesta, Riina, Aprilmoon, Fishy, Elvensong, and all the others I can't
remember at the moment. (I'm thinking of you)



Glorfindel's POV:

There has always been a lot of emotion in the relationship between
Erestor and I. There have been times where we did nothing more than
hold each other late at night, or go on romantic walks, spending
quality time together. Some people think that our relationship is
strictly physical, but they're wrong. I love Erestor, and I know
Erestor loves me.

It doesn't mean that we don't share lust-filled moments, where our
lovemaking is nothing more than nice, good, hard sex - which is the
situation we found ourselves in at this moment.

When Erestor and I first became lovers, he had been shy, and
tentative - almost innocent - towards our lovemaking. After a few
months, though, I realized that Erestor had become a lusty lover. He
loved it when I fucked him hard, and fast, and deep. He had a strong
set of vocal chords, and a very talented and willing mouth. There was
no innocence to his touches when it came to our lust filled sex. But
when it came to our lovemaking, Erestor was quiet, and passionate,
urging our bodies to become one in heart and soul.

But at the moment, I was tied to Erestor's bed: one arm attached to
both sides of the bedposts. I was naked, and waiting, entranced by
the vision before me.

Erestor was dressed in a black-silk robe, which came down to his
knees, exposing his slim, ivory legs. The tie holding his robe
together hung loose around his hips, allowing the silk material to
part in the middle, where his firm chest was revealed, but not
exposing his pink nipples. His right arm was placed on a wooden
wardrobe beside him, and his other arm was gently stroking the pale
skin that the robe revealed.

I felt myself harden and come to full attention. Erestor was sending
me a sultry looking smile with his chocolate eyes half-lidded, and
lust filled. The rose-petal lips of his mouth parted in a quiet
entreaty, whispering, "Do you want me?" as his pink tongue darted out
to lick his full lips.

I opened my mouth to answer, but no sound came out. It seemed as
though my mouth had gone dry.

"Well, Glorfindel?"Erestor tugged at the tie holding his robe
together. Immediately, my eyes zeroed in on the thin restraint. Just
one more tug, and the robe would slide open, revealing every inch of
Erestor's body to me.

"I can't hear you," Erestor whispered in a seductive tone. "I suppose
you don't want me."Erestor sighed and tugged the tie free; his robe
fell open and I feasted my eyes on his willowy body. "I'll have to
take care of this myself."

I watched, transfixed, as Erestor moved back a step to fall into the
chair placed behind him. He didn't bother to pull the robe off of his
shoulders. Instead, he brought his right hand up to his mouth, where
he sucked his first three fingers into his mouth. I could feel myself
harden further as he took in his fingers as though it were a penis in
his mouth, and began to push them in and out. Every few seconds, I
would see the tip of his tongue emerge from his mouth, leaving a
trail of saliva around his fingers, before disappearing into the hot
cavern.

Erestor moaned around the digits in his mouth, tilting his head back
a little to expose his pale throat. I trailed my eyes down his body -
from the arch of his neck, to the toned chest - and landed on the
hard erection between his legs.

"Mmmm," Erestor moaned as his left hand trailed down his stomach. His
hand embraced the hard member between his legs, giving himself a firm
stroke, and I moaned.

The normally cool room became several degrees hotter. Outside his
window, where the night sky was present, the cool wind breezed by,
unable to cool the heat of my body. As I watched Erestor across the
room, the dim lighting of the candles reflected some of his sweat as
several beads gathered on his forehead. His fingers were still
pushing in and out of his mouth, and his eyes had slid closed, almost
as if he had forgotten about me.

The strokes upon his arousal became harder, but slower. I could do
nothing but watch as he brought his knees up to his chest, exposing
the cherry bottom, which I loved to bury myself inside.

The balls of his feet pressed against the edge of the chair. I
watched as he shifted, slumping a little against the seat.

Then his fingers departed from his mouth. He opened his eyes and met
my gaze.

I understood his intention.

I groaned as Erestor guided his wet fingers towards his entrance. His
index and middle finger were the first to take a plunge inside. I
became impossibly hard when those two fingers slowly pushed past the
ring of muscle; they melted into his body, inch by inch. I forced
myself to pull my eyes away. The pressure between my legs became
unbearable. I fought against the restraints holding me to the bed,
but it was a futile battle.

"Glorfindel," Erestor moaned as I continued to fight against my
bonds.

I chanced a look towards him, seeing his head thrown back, and his
mouth dropped open. His two fingers were moving in and out of his
channel, quickly. Even from this distance, I could see the pink
pucker of his entrance, stretched to accommodate the two fingers
thrusting in and out of him.

It was amazing how his body was able to remain on the small chair.
His head was tilted back, a little over the back of the chair; his
bottom was in the center of the chair, while his legs were spread
wide - his knees resting against the arms of the chair - and the
balls of his feet on the very end. The view of his body in that
position alone was enough to make my aching member weep. But his
position, along with his thrusting fingers, and stroking hand, were
too much for my body to handle. I could feel the rope digging into my
wrists, but the pain didn't faze me. The only thing I was aware of
was the need to bury myself in him, over and over again.

"Erestor," I finally managed to growl. I sat up on the bed, with my
arms stretched out behind me. I looked down the center of the bed,
where Erestor was seated directly in front of me, oblivious.

Then his head tilted forward, catching my burning blue gaze. He was
panting, and his sweat glistened like crystals against his body. His
perfect mouth formed a little smirk.

"I thought you didn't want this," he managed to say. He didn't stop
the thrusting of his fingers, nor did he stop the long strokes upon
his arousal. "Valar," his head fell against the back of the chair
again. It was tilted just slightly, so that I could see the bottom
half of his opened mouth.

Against my better judgment, I glanced down at his puckered entrance
again. His ring finger was inching towards the pink opening, where
his other fingers were. Then, as the two pulled out, the third one
joined and Erestor cried out in ecstasy.

Uttering a curse, I tugged against the ropes, uncaring of the warm
liquid that I felt slide down my arms. Even without looking at it, I
knew it was just a tiny cut.

Erestor didn't help the state of my arousal at all. Instead, he
intensified it by screaming, "Glorfindel!" as his fingers found his
prostate. After being Erestor's lover for so long, I was able to tell
when he struck his prostate without being inside of him, or touching
him. I could tell by the tone of his voice. And right now, his voice
was dripping with need.

Erestor moved his hips against his fingers. The hand he had around
his arousal began to stroke faster. "Glorfindel!" he cried as
pleasure clouded over his mind.

As much as I was suffering by watching him, I found myself
growling, "Tolo, Erestor. Come for me."

Erestor whimpered as he followed my command. I watched as his fingers
slammed in and out of his body; the mouth of his entrance becoming a
light red from his thrusting fingers. When I moved my eyes a little
higher, I could see his left hand in his lap, fisted around his
throbbing erection. He was stroking himself hard and fast, almost as
if the tight pressure never left his body.

Then Erestor lifted his hips slightly, slamming against his driving
fingers - all three buried to the knuckle - when Erestor cried
out, "Glorfindel" again as his orgasm hit, and his body shuddered.

I watched the milky fluid erupt from his cock in white ribbons, again
and again. I licked my lips and looked down at his moving fingers. I
could see the mouth of his opening clenching and unclenching around
his thrusting fingers.

I groaned at the ache between my legs. When Erestor began to come
down from his orgasm, he lifted his head from the chair and looked at
me.

"Mmmm, that was good," he purred.

I whimpered like a baby when Erestor slipped his fingers out of his
entrance, and then dipped them into the white puddle on his stomach.
I couldn't help but watch as he brought his cum-coated fingers to his
mouth, where he licked them dry. He didn't stop until his stomach was
cleaned.

By then, I was so hard I was convinced that I'd go to Mandos again.

"Did you like that?" Erestor murmured as he stood from his chair.

I couldn't find my voice again, but I managed to nod my head.

Erestor's eyes raked along my body, taking in the state of arousal I
was in.

I was still sitting up in the bed with my arms stretched out behind
me, connected to the bedposts. My legs were spread slightly, and my
large, swollen, leaking erection stood firmly between my legs,
seeking friction, Erestor, my hand, *anything*.

Then he noticed the blood dripping down my wrists, and the lust from
his eyes immediately vanished.

"Glorfindel, why didn't you tell me you were bleeding?" He rushed
over to me, concerned; the seductive look vanished from his face as
he narrowed his eyes and frowned his familiar frown. His robe fell
off his shoulders as he climbed onto the bed, examining the ropes
that were still digging into my skin.

I didn't care about the small cut I received from the ropes. I wanted
something else to receive Erestor's attention, and him straddling me -
with his bottom a few inches away from my erection- wasn't helping.

"Leave it," I growled, catching Erestor's eyes with my fiery gaze.

Upon inspection, Erestor realized that the cut was nothing, and he
sat back on his heels. The frown vanished as a sultry smile made its
way onto his lips, and he glanced down.

"Would you like some help with that?" He murmured. Lust re-entered
his voice, and he crouched down on all fours between my legs.

"Valar," I groaned as I fell back against the bed, still tied to the
bedposts.

I could feel Erestor's breath against the tip of my leaking erection.
I felt myself twitch as his hot tongue swiped against the head,
licking up the liquid that covered it.

Erestor planted a light kiss on the head, and pulled away.

I lifted my head immediately, glaring at him.

Erestor smiled seductively as he reached for a couple of pillows and
placed them underneath my head. "I want you to watch me," he
whispered before settling on all fours again, between my legs, and
swallowed my erection to the hilt.

I shouted as hot, wet pressure engulfed me. I looked down at Erestor
and saw his sultry lips wrapped around my length. His dark eyes
looked up at me as his head bobbed up and down, his cheeks drawn
inward as he increased the pressure surrounding my arousal.

Erestor kept his eyes on me, meeting each thrust of my hips with a
downwards thrust of his mouth. His tongue molded around the underside
of my erection, embracing it.

Then he started moaning around my cock, sending vibrations up and
down my length. I groaned and squeezed my hands tight, ignoring the
rope - once again - digging into my skin.

Our eyes remained locked as he continued. His long, dark eyelashes
hooded his eyes just a bit.

Pleasure began building as Erestor increased his pace, and pressure.
Tendrils of fire rolled from my groin to every part of my body. I was
panting, and sweating, feeling my hair cling to my forehead and the
back of my neck. I rolled my hips as I felt my orgasm begin to
approach. . .

And then Erestor pulled away from me.

I shouted several curses, glaring at him through the stray strands of
hair that covered my face.

Erestor hovered over me on all fours, reaching out blindly at
something on the bedside table. I met his eyes with a crazed look,
demanding to know why he delayed my release.
Then he moved to the side of me, releasing my hands from the rope. As
soon as both hands were free, Erestor found himself sprawled on the
bed below me.

"You're going to pay for all of that, melethron-nin." I crushed my
lips against his already swollen mouth, seeking out his tongue and
claiming every inch of him. I settled myself between his spread legs.
When I broke off our wet kiss, I entered him, hard.

As I had assumed, he was still stretched from his penetration
earlier. Erestor cried out in ecstasy as I thrust into him, again and
again. His arms came around my neck, and his legs wrapped around my
waist. I placed my left hand on Erestor's hip, and I didn't hold back.

Pleasure bloomed in my chest as I rammed into him, unrestrained and
satisfied as my arousal finally got what it wanted.

Erestor whimpered below me then pulled me down for a wet kiss,
swirling our tongues together messily; saliva trickled down both our
chins, but neither of us cared in the heat of the moment.

"Is this as good as your fingers, meleth?" I met Erestor's half-
lidded gaze and slammed into him harder. "Well?" I demanded, sliding
myself inside, deeper and deeper.

I smirked when I realized Erestor was unable to answer. He had
squeezed his eyes shut, and he was moaning over and over.

I re-angled my hips and aimed for his prostate and when I hit it, a
loud, unrestrained cry fell from his lips.

"Glorfindel!" he cried, "harder, please!"

I complied, and he moaned loudly.

I wasn't deep enough, though.

I pulled out suddenly, which caused Erestor to tighten his legs
around me in protest. I smirked as the tables had been turned.

"What do you want, Erestor?" I mimicked his question from earlier
with an evil smile. Erestor looked up at me, hazy with need, and
said, "You."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

Even in his state of need, Erestor managed to narrow his eyes and
growl.

It made my smile grow even wider.
"I'm waiting," I said.

"Fuck me, Glorfindel."

"What?"

"FUCK ME!" He threw his legs open, spreading himself wide. I growled
and grabbed him by the hips, flipping him over. Immediately, he got
up onto all fours and raised his bottom high.

I couldn't hold myself back.

I watched as my cock disappeared into his body, over and over. I
could feel my orgasm growing near as the heat of his body surrounded
me.

"Glor..." Erestor groaned as he continued to push back against my
thrusts. His hands were fisted in the bed-sheets, and his head was
tilted down between his shoulders.

Both of our bodies were covered in sweat. I could feel it trickle
down my neck and arms. Erestor's back was glistening in the dull
lighting, and when he began squeezing his inner muscles purposely, I
could no longer hold back my orgasm as pleasure wrapped around me and
flooded through my body.

I came hard as each jet of seed coated Erestor's insides. My vision
went blurry as orgasm finally rushed over me, wave after wave. I
tightened the grip I had on Erestor's bottom as my pleasure reached
its peak. Then I groaned Erestor's name as I began to come down from
my high.

When the waves of pleasure resided, I realized that I was resting all
my body weight on a pleasure-haze induced Erestor.

I pulled him up against me, and sat him on my lap. He sighed and
tilted his head back against my shoulder, placing his arms on top of
the arms I had around him.

"That was nice," he murmured, completely sated.

I smiled and turned my head, kissing his hair. "It was, meleth." I
agreed.

Erestor moaned and snuggled against me, tired. "Melin chen," he
whispered, nearly on the verge of sleep.

"Melin chen, Erestor. Always."

Sindarin:

Tolo-Come
meleth-love
melethron-nin-my lover
Melin chen-I love you

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