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"I'm telling you, it's true!"
"You're so full of it."
"But it is! They were all talking about it at the campfire. There must be some truth to it …"
Cursing, Erestor straightened up, reluctantly wriggling out of Glorfindel's arms. Of course, they couldn't enjoy a single evening of peace for once. Not in this age or in this place.
"Where do you think you're going?"
His lover got up from his knees just long enough to shove him back down over the table, until both their half-naked shapes were hidden by the waist-high balustrade again. Then his lips were back on Erestor's thigh, on his behind, his tongue drawing lazy circles on the sensitive flesh, still reddened from the extensive spanking Erestor had earned with a few too insolent remarks in the morning meeting.
"Stop it, Fin, we need to …" Erestor tried to bite back a moan, in vain, when the very same clever tongue found its way to his already spit-slick opening, the heat pooling in his groin making it hard to finish the sentence.
This was madness …. It had been risky enough, getting his bare ass disciplined on their balcony; everything else would have to wait until they were either inside, or the twins two stories below them stopped holding their damn evening tea out here now of all times.
"You know what the Lord said. More discretion ..." Groaning, he moved to reach back, meaning to push his lover away, but then that damn tongue was inside him again, thrusting into his too empty feeling hole, and he grabbed the edge of the table instead.
Relax. And shut up. They won't hear.
His lover easily slipped into bond communication, unwilling to stop what he was doing for even a second. His hand sneaked around Erestor's body to fondle his painfully hard cock. A chuckle vibrated against Erestor's parted cheeks when Erestor stifled another groan in the sleeve of his tunic.
What are they yapping on about anyway?
Damn if I know. They've been giggling all day.
And annoyingly disturbing Erestor's work in the library at that. But in spite of browsing all the shelves the twins had been busy with, he still had no idea what they had been looking for.
Right now, he had other things on his mind than Lord Elrond's plague on four feet, but they were hard to ignore once you knew them close and apparently on their way to their next mischief.
Erestor made another weak attempt of moving things into a somewhat more private location … But that was when Glorfindel chose to rub that one, most unfair spot on the underside of his cock with one sensual fingertip, and he melted back against the wooden surface of the table again instead. With his tunic a bunched up mess around his chest and his breeches pooling somewhere around his ankles, he was being effectively kept from moving too much anyway.
Do that again …
If the twins realized they were interrupting something, they didn't mind half as much. Elladan's slightly higher pitched voice had that annoyed tone that usually announced, even he was getting fed up with his beloved twin's vivid imagination. "Have you learned nothing of what ada taught us? Elves can't get marks on their skin. We heal too quickly for that. How is that supposed to work? Besides, we would have seen it. We bathed at the fountains together a million times, 'Roh. Unless they have it somewhere under their … Don't even think about it."
This time, it was a unsexy chuckle, Erestor had to stifle in his sleeve, which earned him an offended slap to the crease of his thighs, a spot that was already sure to give him a hard time staying on his chair tomorrow.
Well, that solved the mystery at least, and Lord Elrond should give Erestor a medal for his foresight of hiding every book about inking and body art before the twins had made their first step ever into the library.
"There must be some way! The captain heard, they had it done in some dubious Haradrim dwelling. They're probably just hiding it. I'm gonna find out. What do you think, what do they have?" Elrond's oldest heavily dropped on his chair, audibly annoyed and motivated at the same time, to get to the bottom of this. "The general surely has the Rayed Sun inked somewhere. But what about Erestor? I mean, what can possibly be so important for a librarian to have it branded on his body?"
Erestor was tempted to let out a treacherous loud, offended grunt, but Glorfindel decided, this was a good time to thrust his tongue inside him again and start fucking him with it in earnest. With his lover rimming him so deeply that his nose was tightly pressed against Erestor's skin, his jaw slamming into Erestor's heavy balls, he suddenly he was too busy, not biting through the fabric of his sleeve hard enough to draw blood.
Oh, Eru … Don't stop …
"Nothing, because this is nonsense, I told you. You're worse than the washerwomen and the stable hands." Elladan gave another exasperated sigh. "If you're so curious, why don't you just ask them? We're supposed to help Erestor reorganizing the history section tomorrow …."
"Ask. A Gondolin survivor who eats elflings for breakfast. No way." The apparently exceptionally frightening concept actually made it to shut Elrohir up for a few seconds.
Long enough for Erestor to desperately grab Glorfindel's hand and stop its movements, before he could either ruin their balcony table or involuntarily entertain the twins a lot more than campfire gossip ever would.
The relief that his lover actually obeyed and pulled his mouth away completely too, lasted only until Glorfindel brought his other hand up to Erestor's thoroughly slickened hole and thrust two fingers inside, hitting his prostate spot on and then just pressing down.
"Did you hear something?" It was probably only the twins' not yet fully developed elven senses that saved him from embarrassment.
And Elrohir's insatiable curiosity. "Nana's just moving furniture around again. I think I want to get inked too. What do you think, 'Dan? What would suit me?"
"I don't know, a copy of your brain? With two of them, you might actually start using one. Now, come inside. Ada's been calling for dinner for ten minutes."
"Laugh while you can. I'm telling you, I'll find out. And then you'll owe me two herb picking shifts. Next week, at the midnight bath …"
But how the twins planned on closely inspecting their naked bodies at said conventional event, Erestor thankfully didn't hear anymore, because the door closed behind them, and not a second later, Glorfindel had pulled him down on the floor.
They were both much too wound up for any further play, so Erestor already reached for Glorfindel's rock hard erection when he sank to his knees, with his back to his lover, and slowly impaled himself on it, wincing from the slight discomfort, moaning from the relief of too much tension finally slipping away. When he was flush against Glorfindel's body, he relished the soft burn of every single welt his lover had left on him before, and the beloved satisfaction that only having his lover buried deep inside of him could give him, all nosy Elven princelings and soldier gossip forgotten for the moment.
Yes … Feels so good …
So tight and hot for me … I need to spank you more often before I take you …
Glorfindel's lips were busy sucking and nibbling on the tip of his ear, the sensation sending more sparks of lust through Erestor's veins until he was rutting shamelessly against his lover's body, fucking himself on his length until they were both panting and groaning, any possible audience forgotten. Glorfindel chuckled against Erestor's ear and pushed his hair away from there, the tip of his tongue lingering against the fine deep black lines in the shape of his initial on the backside.
We should do this again before that community bath, redden your pretty ass like that … Might as well give them something to see, since we're being so closely watched …
"Fuck you," Erestor grumbled, too caught up in the growing heat to mind speak for a moment.
His hand buried possessively in Glorfindel's golden locks, he started to ride him in earnest, whining and gasping at the continuous assault on his ear, especially that still so very sensitive place that his lover kept on treating with needle and ink every few years to make sure the symbol there wasn't going anywhere.
I would if that was possible, but that would leave you horribly bored, wouldn't it?
Glorfindel whimpered and stiffened when Erestor tightened both his grip around his hair and the clench of his muscles around his throbbing length.
Vain idiot.
Erestor had another not so nice name on his lips, but then Glorfindel's hand was back on his cock, and two strokes later, he was gone, spilling all over himself and the marble tiles they were kneeling on, and taking his lover with him with another especially hard thrusts of his hips against Glorfindel's loins.
Your idiot, obviously.
Glorfindel shrugged nonchalantly and grinned, without much remorse, at Erestor's grimace when he carefully pulled away from him.
"Well, you're going to have to take care of that idiot of yours then. I'm not moving anymore tonight." Shuddering and wincing but fully sated and exhausted, Erestor nestled against his lover, his legs propped on Glorfindel's, and carefully threaded his fingertips through his lover's hair, straightening out the mess he'd just made.
A soft smile curled on his lips when he grazed the uneven stubble hidden at the base of Glorfindel's neck that would, in fact, have to meet a razor in the foreseeable future again, to remove what little hair grew in that particular little place. A place that for some reason had never fully healed. The inking there needed a refreshment as well. Leaning in closer, he kissed that spot where he had once left his own name to cover the living memory of the Balrog's deadly grip, right after his casual lover had come back to him. An elf in the shape of a barely kept together mess that Erestor had been entrusted with to heal, before they could face the new horrors in these realms side by side again, without the need for a deeper kind of bond that neither of them was ready for.
On days like these, when their biggest worry was not to get another lecture from the Lord, about being more discreet when screwing each other within an inch of their life, it sometimes felt like they weren't even doing so bad with that.
"So, are we showing them or what?"
"And miss the fun of two-hundred more years of them trying to figure it out? No way."
Glorfindel slowly let his eyes wander over Erestor's naked form, stopping at his midsection. "Though they did give me an idea or two where to hide another inking …"
"Fin …"