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floatingleaf) wrote2008-11-09 04:37 pm
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the Twins came back to cheer me up - how nice of them, isn't it?...:P
I wasn't planning on posting today, but my muses were gracious last night and allowed me to finish a ficlet I had started many weeks ago. It's another glimpse into my 'Twins universe'. Just a bit of warm, fluffy sweetness with a touch of harmless kink - exactly what you need to warm you up on a gray, frigid November night. Like a glass of hot spiced cider or something.;P
Title: Afterglow
Author: Floating Leaf
Pairings: Estel/Legolas, Elladan/Elrohir
Rating: R
Summary: Legolas furthers Estel's sexual education.:P
Warnings: The usual – twincest, silliness, very little plot and way too much fluff.;)
Disclaimer: They still aren't mine, dammit!
Author's Notes: This ficlet immediately follows Voyeurs, posted in August. If you click on the 'my fiction' tag below, you will see all previous little snippets leading up to this one (the 'Twins' series starts with Naughty Thoughts, a few entries down). As well as all my other A/L stuff, of course.:)
Hand in hand, Legolas and Estel walked through the woods, quiet in the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking. The silence between them felt peaceful, bodies still suffused with bliss, minds languid but solemn with the enormity of their growing bond. The passion seemed somehow more intense each time, even though each time it felt like nothing could possibly be more intense than this very moment. It was almost frightening, this urgent heat that consumed them, this heart-squeezing tenderness they evoked in each other. They didn't even need to put it into words - more often than not, one look was enough to let it sweep through both of them like an overflowing river, rich and sparkling with freshly melted snow from the mountains. They would often sit and simply gaze into each other's eyes, forgetting the world around them, entranced and oblivious to the smirks and headshakes of anyone who happened to be passing by. Or, if the gazing sparked a fire that needed more than fluttering eyelashes to be quenched, they would slip away into a secluded spot within the vast Rivendell gardens and fall into each other with eager mouths and hands, loosening each other's clothes only enough to reach the most sensitive patches of skin they had previously discovered. Those encounters were usually quick and to the point, both lovers intent on finding their release before anyone might happen to hear or see them. Legolas' nightly visits to Estel's bedroom were far longer and more elaborate, with slow, playful explorations and inventions of new ways to find pleasure together. Estel was extremely eager and receptive to anything his skillful lover might suggest – but even Legolas, to his surprise, found he was learning new things, new sensations, new emotions as he let himself be swept away by the tide of the young human's ardent love and desire. He was filled with awe and wonder at the beauty of what was happening between them. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops, to boast shamelessly to all of Middle Earth that he had finally found his soulmate. But somehow he felt that the only ones who could truly understand his happiness were the Twins – and so he had no qualms about letting them see it. He also didn't mind helping them to change their perception of Estel as a child. It may seem to them that merely yesterday their human brother was still a baby – but Legolas knew very well that Estel was now a man, quickly gaining skill and confidence in the ways of love; and so he made no secret of the profound satisfaction he derived from this knowledge. He would sit in Estel's lap when only the Twins were around, letting the young man's arm drape possessively around his waist. He would whisper in Estel's ear, pressing close against him. He would teasingly slip a hand under Estel's collar. All these almost-innocent gestures left his lover flushed and slightly uncomfortable in Elladan and Elrohir's presence, but also proud of being chosen by the beautiful prince over his elven brothers. Each gesture said “you are the one I want” much clearer than words could have done. Just as clearly as it said “he is the one I want” to the Twins. But as playful and passionate as Legolas' nature was, he couldn't help feeling a sensual thrill when the Twins' appreciative gaze rested upon him. He was sure they wouldn't dream of competing for his favors against Estel – they knew love when they saw it before them – but having them as witnesses to his joy and wonder was an exhilarating experience, to say the least. He was well aware how much they enjoyed watching him surrender to passion – there had been many a time in the past when one twin would take him while the other watched – so when he realized they had discovered him and Estel making love in the woods, he simply couldn't resist acknowledging their presence and giving them a show. He still didn't know how Estel would feel about it... but judging by the young man's openness and curiosity in matters of the flesh, he supposed it was just a question of time before he got accustomed to the idea. Still, it wouldn't do to surprise him with it before he had a chance to consider it in theory. And as for giving him a chance to consider... there was a perfect opportunity right now. Legolas was fairly certain what the twins were doing after having spied on him; he just needed to determine where they were. And as luck would have it, one of their customary trysting places was nearby. He put a finger to his lips, signaling for Estel to be quiet as he led him along the narrow path towards the cliff. As soon as they got there, Legolas' suspicions were proven correct; for in the secluded pool below two naked figures with long black hair stood entwined, half-hidden by water lapping at their hips, moving their bodies insistently against each other. Estel's eyes went wide, but he did not make a sound as he followed Legolas' example and laid himself down on the grass close to the cliff's edge, where they could watch the pool without being seen from below. Legolas regarded him with a playful smile.
“How did you know they would be here?...” Estel whispered hoarsely after a few moments.
“It's one of their favorite spots, isn't it?”, Legolas whispered back.
“Yes, but... how did you know they would be here right now?”
“I didn't. I just supposed they might”, Legolas smirked.
Estel frowned thoughtfully, wondering at the coincidence of his twin brothers making love almost at the same time that he and Legolas had done. The amorous energy their coupling seemed to generate must be truly contagious and thick in the air, he mused. Not that the Twins needed much prompting to take extremely bold liberties with each other. Especially now that they no longer felt obliged to act decent in front of Estel, who wasn't a clueless innocent anymore. They were certainly aware that Estel and Legolas might come upon them any minute as they strolled through the more secluded parts of the gardens – and perhaps the idea didn't even bother them at all. For all Estel knew, they could be thrilled by the possibility.
The thought gave him pause. He glanced speculatively at Legolas again.
“Do you think... they might have come here on purpose?”, he asked. “I mean”, he added, flushing slightly, “do they know we're watching?...”
Legolas' smile widened. “I suppose they might... suspect that”, he uttered enigmatically.
Estel nodded to himself, biting his lower lip in fascination. “Do they...”, he probed further, “enjoy being watched?... Have you ever...?...”
Legolas regarded him appreciatively. “Yes, my perceptive one. Very much so, and many times”, he confirmed.
Estel's flush deepened. “And do they... enjoy watching others as well?”, he breathed.
“They do, indeed”, Legolas chuckled at Estel's obvious excitement. “That is the main reason why they choose to invite a third person into their bedchamber every once in a while – or even a forth, should an opportunity present itself”, he explained.
Estel's imagination was obviously teeming with possibilities. “Do you think”, he finally ventured, after a few moments of pregnant silence, broken only by the twins' distant splashing, “that they would want to watch you and me together?...”
“I'm sure they would”, Legolas murmured in a low, throaty voice.
Estel gulped. “And do you... I mean, would you want them to?... Would it fuel your desire?...”
“Very much so”, Legolas admitted. “Does this thought unsettle you, meleth nin?”, he inquired gently after a while.
“No... yes. I mean... I don't know. I have no objection to watching them if they do not mind... and I suppose it is only fair that they should be able to watch us too, but... surely the sight of my naked body cannot do much for them, and...” He broke off uneasily, looking at the ground.
“Oh, Estel”, Legolas interrupted, throwing an arm around his lover's shoulders. “The sight of your naked body”, he whispered seductively, “sets my blood on fire. Can you not see in my eyes how beautiful you are?... The thought of giving myself to you in front of others thrills me so much because I want all the world to see how deeply your touch affects me...”
Blushing furiously, the young man leaned into the embrace. “Forgive me, meleth”, he mumbled. “I feared you wanted to include my brothers in our lovemaking because my touch alone just wasn't enough...”
Legolas gasped in shock. “By Elbereth, Estel!... It is you who must forgive me. It never crossed my mind you would see it that way. How insensitive of me! I would gladly let all Arda marvel at the wonder of our love – but I promise to never insist on anything that might make you uncomfortable.”
Estel kissed him softly in response. “It is all right. I should never have doubted you. I am not averse to the idea... I merely need more time to think about it.”
“I understand. There is no rush. No thrill or pleasure matters much to me if I cannot share it with you”, Legolas whispered.
Estel kissed him again. This time their lips parted and melded together, tongues tangling gently as they kept looking down over the cliff's edge. The two figures in the pool were still clutching at each other and rocking their hips, though the languid rhythm of their undulations suggested that they had found release already. Estel caught himself wishing he had paid more attention, so he wouldn't have missed the exact moment when that happened. The thought made him flush deeply, and he pushed his tongue into Legolas' mouth with sudden fervor. Legolas moaned in surprise and pressed closer, encouraging Estel to roll over on top of him. Unsurprisingly, there was a firm bulge in the young man's leggings, and Legolas moaned again as it came into contact with his own. Soon they were grinding fiercely against each other, panting and gasping for air in between wild, ravenous kisses. “Touch me, Estel, please”, Legolas murmured in a voice thick with need, and after some hasty fumbling a warm hand enveloped his straining shaft. Eager to return the favor, he released Estel's manhood from the confines of his clothing and wrapped his long fingers firmly around it. Estel groaned loudly and pushed into his lover's fist with abandon. Just a few hasty strokes were enough to bring him to a shuddering climax. Still gasping, he moved his hand lower between Legolas' thighs and slipped a finger past his guardian muscle. The elf cried out softly as his pleasure peaked, clenching around Estel's finger and still squeezing his softening shaft. They remained connected like this for a few moments, basking in the afterglow and struggling to calm their breathing.
Down by the side of the pool, Elladan nudged Elrohir in the ribs as they sat leaning against each other, resting after their recent bout of passion.
“Did you hear that?”, he mouthed, looking up towards the cliff.
Elrohir nodded slowly. “Oh yes. And it sounded exactly like a very aroused Legolas”, he smirked.
“What a strange coincidence”, Elladan smirked back. “If I didn't know better, I would assume they followed us here, and now they're at it again.”
Elrohir snorted softly. “Time to face it, Dan. We have corrupted our little brother.”
“Not so little, remember?”, Elladan chuckled, waggling his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner. Elrohir swatted at him playfully, and soon they were both in the water again, laughing and splashing around, without much concern for their audience, who seemed too preoccupied to notice anyway.
The End (for now ;)
Title: Afterglow
Author: Floating Leaf
Pairings: Estel/Legolas, Elladan/Elrohir
Rating: R
Summary: Legolas furthers Estel's sexual education.:P
Warnings: The usual – twincest, silliness, very little plot and way too much fluff.;)
Disclaimer: They still aren't mine, dammit!
Author's Notes: This ficlet immediately follows Voyeurs, posted in August. If you click on the 'my fiction' tag below, you will see all previous little snippets leading up to this one (the 'Twins' series starts with Naughty Thoughts, a few entries down). As well as all my other A/L stuff, of course.:)
Hand in hand, Legolas and Estel walked through the woods, quiet in the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking. The silence between them felt peaceful, bodies still suffused with bliss, minds languid but solemn with the enormity of their growing bond. The passion seemed somehow more intense each time, even though each time it felt like nothing could possibly be more intense than this very moment. It was almost frightening, this urgent heat that consumed them, this heart-squeezing tenderness they evoked in each other. They didn't even need to put it into words - more often than not, one look was enough to let it sweep through both of them like an overflowing river, rich and sparkling with freshly melted snow from the mountains. They would often sit and simply gaze into each other's eyes, forgetting the world around them, entranced and oblivious to the smirks and headshakes of anyone who happened to be passing by. Or, if the gazing sparked a fire that needed more than fluttering eyelashes to be quenched, they would slip away into a secluded spot within the vast Rivendell gardens and fall into each other with eager mouths and hands, loosening each other's clothes only enough to reach the most sensitive patches of skin they had previously discovered. Those encounters were usually quick and to the point, both lovers intent on finding their release before anyone might happen to hear or see them. Legolas' nightly visits to Estel's bedroom were far longer and more elaborate, with slow, playful explorations and inventions of new ways to find pleasure together. Estel was extremely eager and receptive to anything his skillful lover might suggest – but even Legolas, to his surprise, found he was learning new things, new sensations, new emotions as he let himself be swept away by the tide of the young human's ardent love and desire. He was filled with awe and wonder at the beauty of what was happening between them. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops, to boast shamelessly to all of Middle Earth that he had finally found his soulmate. But somehow he felt that the only ones who could truly understand his happiness were the Twins – and so he had no qualms about letting them see it. He also didn't mind helping them to change their perception of Estel as a child. It may seem to them that merely yesterday their human brother was still a baby – but Legolas knew very well that Estel was now a man, quickly gaining skill and confidence in the ways of love; and so he made no secret of the profound satisfaction he derived from this knowledge. He would sit in Estel's lap when only the Twins were around, letting the young man's arm drape possessively around his waist. He would whisper in Estel's ear, pressing close against him. He would teasingly slip a hand under Estel's collar. All these almost-innocent gestures left his lover flushed and slightly uncomfortable in Elladan and Elrohir's presence, but also proud of being chosen by the beautiful prince over his elven brothers. Each gesture said “you are the one I want” much clearer than words could have done. Just as clearly as it said “he is the one I want” to the Twins. But as playful and passionate as Legolas' nature was, he couldn't help feeling a sensual thrill when the Twins' appreciative gaze rested upon him. He was sure they wouldn't dream of competing for his favors against Estel – they knew love when they saw it before them – but having them as witnesses to his joy and wonder was an exhilarating experience, to say the least. He was well aware how much they enjoyed watching him surrender to passion – there had been many a time in the past when one twin would take him while the other watched – so when he realized they had discovered him and Estel making love in the woods, he simply couldn't resist acknowledging their presence and giving them a show. He still didn't know how Estel would feel about it... but judging by the young man's openness and curiosity in matters of the flesh, he supposed it was just a question of time before he got accustomed to the idea. Still, it wouldn't do to surprise him with it before he had a chance to consider it in theory. And as for giving him a chance to consider... there was a perfect opportunity right now. Legolas was fairly certain what the twins were doing after having spied on him; he just needed to determine where they were. And as luck would have it, one of their customary trysting places was nearby. He put a finger to his lips, signaling for Estel to be quiet as he led him along the narrow path towards the cliff. As soon as they got there, Legolas' suspicions were proven correct; for in the secluded pool below two naked figures with long black hair stood entwined, half-hidden by water lapping at their hips, moving their bodies insistently against each other. Estel's eyes went wide, but he did not make a sound as he followed Legolas' example and laid himself down on the grass close to the cliff's edge, where they could watch the pool without being seen from below. Legolas regarded him with a playful smile.
“How did you know they would be here?...” Estel whispered hoarsely after a few moments.
“It's one of their favorite spots, isn't it?”, Legolas whispered back.
“Yes, but... how did you know they would be here right now?”
“I didn't. I just supposed they might”, Legolas smirked.
Estel frowned thoughtfully, wondering at the coincidence of his twin brothers making love almost at the same time that he and Legolas had done. The amorous energy their coupling seemed to generate must be truly contagious and thick in the air, he mused. Not that the Twins needed much prompting to take extremely bold liberties with each other. Especially now that they no longer felt obliged to act decent in front of Estel, who wasn't a clueless innocent anymore. They were certainly aware that Estel and Legolas might come upon them any minute as they strolled through the more secluded parts of the gardens – and perhaps the idea didn't even bother them at all. For all Estel knew, they could be thrilled by the possibility.
The thought gave him pause. He glanced speculatively at Legolas again.
“Do you think... they might have come here on purpose?”, he asked. “I mean”, he added, flushing slightly, “do they know we're watching?...”
Legolas' smile widened. “I suppose they might... suspect that”, he uttered enigmatically.
Estel nodded to himself, biting his lower lip in fascination. “Do they...”, he probed further, “enjoy being watched?... Have you ever...?...”
Legolas regarded him appreciatively. “Yes, my perceptive one. Very much so, and many times”, he confirmed.
Estel's flush deepened. “And do they... enjoy watching others as well?”, he breathed.
“They do, indeed”, Legolas chuckled at Estel's obvious excitement. “That is the main reason why they choose to invite a third person into their bedchamber every once in a while – or even a forth, should an opportunity present itself”, he explained.
Estel's imagination was obviously teeming with possibilities. “Do you think”, he finally ventured, after a few moments of pregnant silence, broken only by the twins' distant splashing, “that they would want to watch you and me together?...”
“I'm sure they would”, Legolas murmured in a low, throaty voice.
Estel gulped. “And do you... I mean, would you want them to?... Would it fuel your desire?...”
“Very much so”, Legolas admitted. “Does this thought unsettle you, meleth nin?”, he inquired gently after a while.
“No... yes. I mean... I don't know. I have no objection to watching them if they do not mind... and I suppose it is only fair that they should be able to watch us too, but... surely the sight of my naked body cannot do much for them, and...” He broke off uneasily, looking at the ground.
“Oh, Estel”, Legolas interrupted, throwing an arm around his lover's shoulders. “The sight of your naked body”, he whispered seductively, “sets my blood on fire. Can you not see in my eyes how beautiful you are?... The thought of giving myself to you in front of others thrills me so much because I want all the world to see how deeply your touch affects me...”
Blushing furiously, the young man leaned into the embrace. “Forgive me, meleth”, he mumbled. “I feared you wanted to include my brothers in our lovemaking because my touch alone just wasn't enough...”
Legolas gasped in shock. “By Elbereth, Estel!... It is you who must forgive me. It never crossed my mind you would see it that way. How insensitive of me! I would gladly let all Arda marvel at the wonder of our love – but I promise to never insist on anything that might make you uncomfortable.”
Estel kissed him softly in response. “It is all right. I should never have doubted you. I am not averse to the idea... I merely need more time to think about it.”
“I understand. There is no rush. No thrill or pleasure matters much to me if I cannot share it with you”, Legolas whispered.
Estel kissed him again. This time their lips parted and melded together, tongues tangling gently as they kept looking down over the cliff's edge. The two figures in the pool were still clutching at each other and rocking their hips, though the languid rhythm of their undulations suggested that they had found release already. Estel caught himself wishing he had paid more attention, so he wouldn't have missed the exact moment when that happened. The thought made him flush deeply, and he pushed his tongue into Legolas' mouth with sudden fervor. Legolas moaned in surprise and pressed closer, encouraging Estel to roll over on top of him. Unsurprisingly, there was a firm bulge in the young man's leggings, and Legolas moaned again as it came into contact with his own. Soon they were grinding fiercely against each other, panting and gasping for air in between wild, ravenous kisses. “Touch me, Estel, please”, Legolas murmured in a voice thick with need, and after some hasty fumbling a warm hand enveloped his straining shaft. Eager to return the favor, he released Estel's manhood from the confines of his clothing and wrapped his long fingers firmly around it. Estel groaned loudly and pushed into his lover's fist with abandon. Just a few hasty strokes were enough to bring him to a shuddering climax. Still gasping, he moved his hand lower between Legolas' thighs and slipped a finger past his guardian muscle. The elf cried out softly as his pleasure peaked, clenching around Estel's finger and still squeezing his softening shaft. They remained connected like this for a few moments, basking in the afterglow and struggling to calm their breathing.
Down by the side of the pool, Elladan nudged Elrohir in the ribs as they sat leaning against each other, resting after their recent bout of passion.
“Did you hear that?”, he mouthed, looking up towards the cliff.
Elrohir nodded slowly. “Oh yes. And it sounded exactly like a very aroused Legolas”, he smirked.
“What a strange coincidence”, Elladan smirked back. “If I didn't know better, I would assume they followed us here, and now they're at it again.”
Elrohir snorted softly. “Time to face it, Dan. We have corrupted our little brother.”
“Not so little, remember?”, Elladan chuckled, waggling his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner. Elrohir swatted at him playfully, and soon they were both in the water again, laughing and splashing around, without much concern for their audience, who seemed too preoccupied to notice anyway.
The End (for now ;)
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