Our Side of the World by Ulan

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Know (E/Adult)

To know one's beloved in a more intimate way is a natural desire.

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Glorfindel checks the knot, adjusting the cloth unnecessarily just for an excuse to touch him. "Are you comfortable?"

"Aye. It is just..." Erestor touches the blindfold around his head, carefully feeling along its edges with his fingertips. "It takes a while to get used to this."

Glorfindel settles his hands on his lover's shoulders, lightly squeezing. "I am sorry," he says gently, "and thank you for agreeing to it."

Pale hands lower, revealing a smile as Erestor turns his head, as though pulled by Glorfindel's voice behind him. "How can I refuse when you asked so nicely?" He chuckles. "You were even so adorable when I asked you what you wanted and you told me this - my oddly shy captain, coming in with such a bold request."

Glorfindel cannot help the doting smile that spreads across his face, though he also ducks his head briefly in embarrassment. He shifts on the bed and crawls around Erestor to settle in front of him. He surveys his work.

No matter how long he has known Erestor - the many years of working together, of centuries serving in the same court, of seeing him in times of peace and times of war, him in his politician's robes or even through the ash and grime of Dagorlad - despite having known him through a wide range of climates and experiences, never was there a moment when he failed to take Glorfindel's breath away.

Seated in the middle of Glorfindel's bed, black hair against black bedroom robes loosely tied - a stark contrast to his usual austere style - and with that blindfold covering his eyes and somehow giving focus, too, on those reddening, slightly parted lips, Erestor paints a picture straight out of Glorfindel's fantasies. His legs are bent with both feet on either side of him, a pose that lets him accommodate Glorfindel in the 'v' between those tempting, white thighs. Glorfindel cannot keep his hands from straying to touch them even had he wanted to.

It does not take much for Erestor to seduce him. Most of the time, he does not even know it when he does, but long had Glorfindel known what it is like to keep his hands behind himself, fingers closed in a tight fist as he watched Erestor move across the ballroom or the rooms they use for council. Those were the days when they were but colleagues and brothers-in-arms. Long did he watch himself, keep his hands from straying or his eyes to linger over long, that it is only later that he learned that it takes a while to set aside years of love and lust denied.

The blindfold - Glorfindel will not admit it to Erestor, for even though he said it was just for play, something lovers do, it also serves another purpose. Erestor often laughs whenever Glorfindel tells him that he finds him intimidating. How can someone like the renowned Balrog-slayer, the sole Elda to return from the West and serve as emissary to the Valar, be intimidated by anyone, much less by an old, nameless counsellor?

Erestor does not seem to understand, not fully. Glorfindel is all those things they say - a warrior, a former lord, and even indeed perhaps a celebrated hero, albeit he will admit this last one reluctantly - but at the same time, he is also just another person walking in Arda. Elves - all of Eru's children - each see things in their own way, find qualities to admire in others, fall in love. That is the crux of it, really: whatever ways one describes Glorfindel, when he faces Erestor, he is also just another Elf - one very much in love.

It is a whole new experience that he finds still difficult to describe. Having walked millennia alone, he is one of those rare ones to find love later in life, and so at times he feels his wisdom fails him when it comes to it now. Now that they are lovers, so many things that Glorfindel only endured and pushed to the back of his mind during the long years of their acquaintance came rushing to the fore, but at the same time, so new do all things seem that many of what he desires feel forbidden still. Besides, he knows Erestor to be intelligent, discerning and often even critical. He sees through others as most good politicians do, and he is more cunning than Glorfindel, sharper in many ways. Glorfindel is no fool and he rose to the ranks, too, by the skills of his hand and mind, yet not a year of knowing Erestor and already he knew that the counsellor is of a different calibre. So many of the qualities that Glorfindel admires in others, he found in Erestor, and to see it all in one Elf - one striking, beautiful Elf - was an astounding discovery. His heart raced each time Erestor revealed something about himself that is close to Glorfindel's heart.

When he finally won him, it had felt like the desire that remained asleep in him suddenly awakened, and now aims to compensate for all the lost years. But all those years of keeping to himself took their toll, and even when they make love, the feeling of Erestor's eyes watching him makes him self-conscious. Glorfindel fears him in an inexplicable way, fears his disapproval, fears the day that the sweetness of new romance breaks and Erestor shall refuse him, tell him he crossed a line.

Wisdom tells Glorfindel that such things are only in his mind. The tempest of new love, after all, can settle as the Sea calms after a storm, and like it, it can remain beautiful still, and survive through time.

He knows all these, but whenever Erestor's eyes settle on him, he feels the weight of them. Despite this, Glorfindel desires him greatly, for he finds him more beautiful than words can say and he wishes to know him intimately in ways he sometimes cannot bring himself to ask. To know him well as a lover, to wile a day away in bed reaching unknown heights - he wants all these with a desire that grows every day.

In the end, it took this - Erestor promising to give whatever Glorfindel wanted, if he would all but ask - to somehow ease his fears and give him this one opportunity. And, of course, there is the blindfold, which lets Glorfindel hide.

"Glorfindel?"

Erestor's voice is quiet, even hesitant, and it effectively pulls Glorfindel out of his own mind. Ah, what is he doing? Poor Erestor is waiting patiently for him, but Glorfindel must have taken too long, and it must be uncomfortable to be so left in darkness.

"I am here," he says, reaching out. He takes Erestor's hand and squeezes in reassurance. As he caresses one soft cheek with his other hand, he feels Erestor sigh and relax under his touch. Glorfindel's skin tingles at the feel of moist heat passing and he stares at him openly, taking in that picture of willing surrender before he leans in, unable to keep himself from finally tasting.

Oh, he loves kissing Erestor. The counsellor's lips are sweet, so soft and tempting that even their fateful first kiss, though it started sweetly, eventually led to a frenzy that had Glorfindel pressing Erestor against the wall of a dark alcove, crushing lips and pulling hair, biting him and rutting against him even as the songs from the nearby Hall of Fire mingled with their panting breaths and pleasured moans. His love for the dark-haired counsellor had always been coloured with a haze of lust, and every kiss thereafter was no less passionate. Even now, Glorfindel soon finds himself coaxing Erestor's lips to open, fingers burying themselves in thick, black hair as he dips his tongue in that honeyed mouth.

Fortunately for Glorfindel, Erestor seems to love being kissed this way. His hands soon find Glorfindel's shoulders, clutching tightly. He leans forward and opens himself beautifully to those devouring kisses, moaning his approval, his legs twisting to the front and spreading wider as he brings their bodies closer. Glorfindel guides those legs around himself without breaking their kiss, and he wraps his arms around Erestor's waist to pull him flush against him. Twin moans of pleasure escape them as their groins press together through their clothes, and Glorfindel's hand is immediately on the ties of Erestor's robe, the other arm wrapped around him still, keeping him close.

Erestor's robe falls open, revealing him completely bare beneath it, just as the kiss naturally comes to an end. The pleasure of it must have lingered though, as Erestor takes his bottom lip between his teeth and moans still in Glorfindel's arms, head tilted back as he arches up, rubbing his arousal against his lover. Glorfindel lets him, panting now as he watches him with an awed gaze; Erestor is beautiful drowned in desire, and when he becomes like this, Glorfindel can never deny him. The scent of him aroused is heady and drives up Glorfindel's own desire, and he runs a thumb up along that pale throat, his touch possessive, before he runs a tongue up to trace where his finger had been.

Erestor gasps and jumps, and his moan is somehow louder that it makes Glorfindel shift and look up at him. The colour is high on Erestor's face and the rest of him is beginning to flush pink.

"Th-The blindfold," he says between short, panting breaths. "I think somehow it... feels a little more intense."

"Aah," Glorfindel whispers low and smiles against that warm skin. He leans in to kiss along Erestor's neck again and delights at the way his lover shudders in his arms. "That is good, is it not?"

Wishing to test things further, he leans forward, pushing Erestor back, supporting him with his arms as he trails kisses down the smooth whiteness of his chest. As he reaches his first destination, he pauses for only a moment, listening to Erestor's quickening breaths. He feels Erestor's fingers curling on the material of his robes, clutching tightly at his shoulders, and he looks up at him, gaze turning heated as he sees how Erestor waits with open-mouthed anticipation. He then tips his head down and kisses the skin beneath his lips, before he then opens his mouth to run his tongue against a pink nipple.

Erestor gasps and jumps beautifully in reaction. Glorfindel wraps his lips around that blushing nub, sucks it in his mouth and feels its harden under his tongue as Erestor's nails bury themselves in his skin. He lays Erestor fully on the bed, keeping his mouth on him even as he sheds his own robe, letting bare skins touch. He then pins Erestor by the wrist, and lets him arch up to him as he flickers his tongue back and forth against that sensitive bud.

"Glorfindel!" Erestor sounds breathless as he squirms and moans beneath him. He arches up again when Glorfindel moves his mouth to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as his fingers squeeze and play at the one his lips abandoned. The sound of Erestor's pleasure is heady and shoots straight to Glorfindel's cock; he feels himself hardening further with every moan, every hitch in his lover's breath. Erestor is particularly sensitive here and Glorfindel enjoys teasing him this way, loves the feel of that pebbled nub against his tongue, each flick making Erestor cry out every time. He sucks hard before pulling back, fingers catching that reddened nub as he plays him now with both hands, and he watches Erestor throw his head back, his mouth open in pleasure even as he squirms and cries out beneath Glorfindel.

"Is that good?" Glorfindel asks, voice now deep with arousal. Erestor's pleasure is intoxicating.

"Oh," comes the gasped reply, "yes." Somehow, the sight of Erestor arching up in bed, mouth parted, pale skin a stark contrast to the black of the blindfold, his hair, even the robe that falls open down his arms - they seduce him as surely as if Erestor had been touching him. "Oh, please," says Erestor again. "Please, Glorfindel."

His heart racing in his chest, Glorfindel rises up to hover above him. Straddling him now, he bends down to take those lips again, swallowing the helpless moan that escapes as Glorfindel continues to tease and play with him even as they kiss. He kisses Erestor wetly and deeply, for he can never kiss him with less than a crippling amount of desire.

He feels more than sees Erestor's hands moving. They seem restless, running down Glorfindel's sides, scratching as they go. They stray to Erestor's thighs, rubbing up and down, and Glorfindel groans at the thought of them being there at all. He knows what Erestor wants, but he lets him battle against touching himself for a little while longer as he dips back down and deepens their kiss, biting lips and pulling, teasing him further. Just as Erestor loses the battle with himself, one hand reaching down to that leaking hardness between his legs, Glorfindel catches him in a strong grip.

Erestor whimpers and breaks their kiss. "Please," he whispers, lips now trembling beneath Glorfindel's. "Please. Touch me now, I cannot--"

Glorfindel stops him with another kiss and feels Erestor's moan reverberate in his mouth. He marvels at this reaction, for it has not been that long yet since they began and Erestor is already like this. He caresses a blushing cheek, and he brushes his lips lightly against Erestor's ear as he whispers, "Hush. Do not go too fast, love. You promised me this, did you not? I do not wish for it to end so soon."

"Oh, but you--" Erestor takes Glorfindel's face in both hands and kisses him, hard and deep and desperate. "Please. Please, never has it been like this."

Glorfindel's smiles even as he kisses him in return. "You taste good, especially when you become like this." He pulls back and looks at his lover, hands sliding down Erestor's arms, threading their fingers together. "You look beautiful, Erestor."

He takes one of Erestor's hands, plays with the trembling fingers even as he continues to look up at his panting lover. He then turns his gaze down to the hand he holds and he smiles. Erestor, ever the model scholar, is also most sensitive here. Glorfindel therefore takes great delight in pulling that hand to him, thumb pressing at the centre of the palm, and he feels himself shiver at Erestor's quiet moan when he runs the tip of his tongue on the skin of his lover's wrist. He teases him with licks and kisses and tiny nips, trails the same down to his palm and to the longest finger. He sucks at the tip of it before taking it all in his mouth.

Erestor's panting breaths are loud in the silence of the room. "You-- are terrible." His voice has grown velvet deep, one Glorfindel feels coiling hot and low in his groin. "A terrible, terrible tease."

Glorfindel smiles even as he pulls away with a gentle suckling sound, before proceeding to blow a cool stream of air from finger up to Erestor wrist. The catch in Erestor's breath is rewarding. "You are the one letting me do this now," he says, gazing up at that face again, though he speaks still close to Erestor's stimulated wrist. "Am I allowed more?"

He feels Erestor's fingers brush the skin of his neck even as he attempts to catch his breath. "Glorfindel, you already have me at the brink," he says. "I am begging you to take more."

Glorfindel groans at the wanton response. Unable to deny them both any longer, he lifts up and swiftly moves to the hardness lying stiff on Erestor's abdomen, and licks it up from base to tip.

Erestor surges up in reaction, for without his sight, he knew not what Glorfindel planned to do. Glorfindel is ready and catches him though, and presses him back down on the bed as he swallows him as far down as his throat allows. Erestor's scream of pleasure is hoarse and cracked and Glorfindel loves it, and wanting more, he wraps his hand around the base to make up for what he cannot reach with his mouth. He pulls his head back slowly, keeps a gentle, teasing suction as he goes; he lingers at the tip, sucking at the head before running his tongue along the slit, drinking in the moisture there. The taste of him goes straight to Glorfindel's own cock and he moans with his mouthful, the sound mirrored by Erestor's own groaning pleasure as Glorfindel takes him in deep again, bobs his head up and down as he worships him with hand and mouth, Erestor's cries of approval ringing sweetly in his ears.

He keeps at this for a while until Erestor's breathing clues him to an impending end, after which Glorfindel begins to slow and pull back. Erestor whines in protest, but Glorfindel heeds him not, taking his kisses instead to Erestor's hips and thighs. He licks around and along his lover's sacs, sucks one side in his mouth just to hear Erestor's delighted moan and get those legs wrapping around him. But even as he attempts to control Erestor and keep him from tipping over, Glorfindel feels his own head grow cloudy with the thick mist of his own arousal. Here is where Erestor's scent is strongest, and Glorfindel bites more at Erestor's thighs this time, for he cannot keep himself from doing so, as he reaches down to press a hand in his own cock to alleviate some of the pressure there. Pleasuring Erestor never fails to arouse him in kind and he finds himself growing delirious with wanting.

He kisses down those long legs, pressing loving kisses on knees and calves, kisses the top of Erestor's feet as his thumbs press on the sensitive underside. Many more kisses he bestows as he kneads feet and ankles and calves, moving up again and spreading Erestor's thighs further as he settles in between them. He is back to kissing Erestor's neck and he nips at an ear, at the edge of the blindfold, before saying, "Turn around, Erestor."

Erestor's groan is swallowed in a kiss, but he moves obediently as Glorfindel guides him to lay on his front. He buries his face on a pillow with a low, muffled moan, and Glorfindel licks his lips watching the subtle thrusts Erestor makes against the bed. He must be so close, any more of that and it shall all end. Glorfindel gets back to straddling him and presses down on Erestor's lower back, pressing him hard against the bed, stopping those minute thrusts. Erestor's cry is now mixed with a hint of sobs, and he calls Glorfindel's name again. "Please, please, please," he begs, struggling against that heavy hold. His fingers are clutched so tightly on the pillows.

Glorfindel bends down to whisper in those ears, his full weight almost pressing down along his lover's body. "I can take whatever I want, is that not right?" he says as a reminder. Erestor whimpers his agreement, earning himself a kiss at the back of his ear.

Glorfindel carefully gathers Erestor's dark hair, carding his fingers through and enjoying the feel of that soft mass, before setting it aside to reveal the smooth expanse of Erestor's back. He lets his touch grow heavier here, pressing his thumbs against muscles that have grown tense not only from their play, but also beyond it, from Erestor's work in the valley and the stress of his office. Erestor moans his approval to this, melting further into the mattress, even as he gasps at the kisses that Glorfindel peppers down his back along with the massage. Indulging him for a few moments, Glorfindel eventually presses fingers down a trail along Erestor's spine, down to the small of his back, ending with a strong squeeze to that beautifully full backside.

Glorfindel looks up at Erestor even as he kneads those soft cheeks. Erestor has grown quiet, but Glorfindel recognises his tense anticipation at the way his head is tilted as though listening for what Glorfindel is about to do, the way he licks his lips and the way his mouth falls open as Glorfindel presses a thumb at the pink, puckered opening.

He can feel his own cock throbbing at the sight. It seems his body, like Erestor, expects what they usually do past this point, conditioned as he was to know that gloriously tight heat once he has Erestor in this position. But today is different, and he desires something he has wanted to do even during the first time they laid together. He eyes that opening intently, his mouth watering at the sight of that seemingly innocent pink, and he thinks of the times he had made that colour turn a seductive red after pumping it relentlessly with his fingers and his cock. Ever has he wondered what it would taste like, and looking at it now, he cannot help the groan that escapes him as he spreads those cheeks wider, revealing more of it to his hungry gaze.

He hears Erestor begin to hesitantly call his name, but it gets cut with a cry as Glorfindel dives down to run his tongue flush against that tempting pink. The taste is more than he ever imagined and his loud groan joins that of Erestor's as he drives his tongue into that now moist heat, delving into that new but long desired secret.

Somehow it is not unlike kissing, the movements that are required in this, only this would undeniably be regarded as more obscene. Oh, but it eases an ache in Glorfindel that he has long harboured in the many years of lusting after Erestor, that desire to know him fully and in the most intimate of ways. Nothing about Erestor must ever be kept a secret from him, and he groans deep in his throat as he drives his tongue deep, in and out and fucking him in this most desired way. Erestor gasps and lets out those shocked, stilted cries somewhere above Glorfindel, but he goes on, bestowing those dirty, needy kisses even as he pushes Erestor back and forth against the bed, knowing to stimulate even the cock trapped against the mattress, Erestor's cries guiding his movements. He pulls back to find Erestor already wet and slick with his own spit and he groans at the sight, seduced by the thought of what he has done. He bends down to lick him up again, driven mad by it all, before he holds Erestor down and keeps him still, cries of protest unheeded as strong arms tangle with those beautiful thighs. With Erestor thus trapped, Glorfindel dives back down for more of that sweet, forbidden musk.

Erestor's sobs are undeniable now, and even through the haze of lust, Glorfindel looks up at him. Erestor has one hand over his mouth, muffling his cries, and though the look of shock is present still, so is his face still red with a high flush. The sounds that do escape from that trembling hand sound far from displeased. If anything, Glorfindel knows he shall not be forgiven if he stops now; Erestor moves now along with him, taking his tongue in, rutting against the bed in whatever minute way Glorfindel's strong grip allows. Wishing to push him higher, Glorfindel rises, and with one hand pressed down against Erestor's lower back, he sucked two fingers in his mouth to wet them before driving them deep inside him, straight to where he knows Erestor's pleasure will be unbearable.

"Glorfindel!"

Erestor sounds now like nothing Glorfindel has ever heard, a loud mix of sobs and cries and groans in time with his thrusting fingers. He near screams every time Glorfindel's fingers push inside him, brushing and pressing against that hidden bundle of nerves, and he moans helplessly as teeth sink in on one fleshy cheek of his backside. Glorfindel pulls out, spreads him wide with thumbs on either side of those cheeks, runs his tongue along that blushing hole once again before plunging his fingers back in. Erestor all but screams.

"Glorfindel!" he cries. "Stop, I beg you, or I will-- I am close, oh please , take me now--"

Glorfindel's hands shake as he prepares himself, taking a moment to coat his cock in oil before putting just enough on Erestor. He almost does not need it, so wet and pliant has he become, but Erestor cries out as fingers plunge inside him again.

"Valar, enough! I beg you, please, Glorfindel, take me!"

Glorfindel wastes no more time as he sinks his cock into that deliciously tight heat. He groans loudly as Erestor all but swallows him in, and he drowns deeper into delirium at the unbearable pleasure of being able to fill him so completely. He pulls Erestor by the hip so he is on his knees, his backside raised even as the long expanse of his back slopes down to where he had his shoulders and head still on the bed, his face flushed a deep red beneath the blindfold. The sight of him so sprawled goes straight to Glorfindel's cock, and he takes him hard, pulling out and plunging in with a loud, slapping sound, shifting his aim so each thrust has Erestor crying out his name.

Valar, he is already so close. Blood pumps through his head and cock, loud and hot as it courses through his veins. His fingers dig into the skin of Erestor's hip and he knows there will be bruises, but he cannot ease his hold. If anything, the very thought of marking that pale, perfect skin makes Glorfindel fuck him harder, hard enough that Erestor's legs fail him, making Glorfindel falter in his rhythm. He growls at the interruption and pulls Erestor up so he is kneeling, his back flushed against Glorfindel's chest with his head leaning back on a muscled shoulder, crying out with his cock red and stiff and glistening at the tip as the move takes Glorfindel deeper inside him. Glorfindel bites at a blushing ear as he growls, "Lean back if you cannot take it."

He then begins his thrusts anew, letting Erestor's wordless cries guide him as the new position gives him better aim. He hits Erestor right each time, judging by the groans that come from deep in Erestor's throat, the way he melts completely in Glorfindel's arms, mouth falling open, his breathing harsh.

"Glorfindel, Glorfindel, Glorfindel-- oh!" Erestor starts as Glorfindel reaches around and plays with his nipples, fast flickers back and forth in time with his quick thrusts. His head falls back against Glorfindel's shoulder in surrender, bonelessly taking everything that he is being given. Glorfindel recognises the signs of Erestor's orgasm moments before it comes, and he lets it build with hard, steady thrusts. He reaches over to take Erestor's cock in his hand, his other hand caressing up that heated torso, up along that seductive stretch of neck. He reaches for Erestor's open mouth and plunges two fingers there.

Erestor shatters beautifully in his arms, pulling Glorfindel to his own orgasm as his lover arches up and tightens around his cock. Glorfindel continues to pump inside him, filling him at the back and in his mouth as his hand flies up and down Erestor's cock, growing slick with come as he lets him ride down the peak of pleasure. Erestor sinks further back against him that he is almost seated on Glorfindel's lap. Drowning and dizzy in the afterglow, pleasure coursing through him still as he remains buried inside Erestor, Glorfindel turns the other's head so they could kiss, moaning into the heated slide of tongues and bruised lips.

Both are panting when time came for them to part. With his lust sated for the time being, Glorfindel is filled with an overwhelming warmth, one that has him kissing Erestor everywhere he can reach. It makes Erestor smile, and he stretches out to receive another kiss on his lips.

"Feeling better now?" he asks. His voice comes out a little hoarse still that it has Glorfindel caressing his throat in concern, before the words reach his clouded mind and he pulls back.

"What?" he asks, uncertain.

Erestor catches him and gives him a tender kiss, somehow finding Glorfindel despite his unseeing state. Glorfindel quickly loses himself in that kiss and his arms tighten around the warm body of his beloved.

"Many times have I felt that you held me with passion quelled," whispers Erestor against his lips, "but something trembles beneath the surface, and I feel it keenly when you look at me. I have wondered what it was that you wanted so much to ask." He kisses Glorfindel again, though the other's lips have stopped moving in shock as he listens intently at the words. "You think I do not see? You look as though you want to tell me something when we are together like this, but though I waited, you did not say anything. You did not feel secure with me, at least not before this."

"I want you so much," Glorfindel says finally. "You are the only one I ever wanted, and I do not know if there should be a limit. I love you, and sometimes it overwhelms me that it becomes difficult to hide."

"Do not hide it. Glorfindel, you cannot love me more than I wish you to. Believe me when I say that I want more than what you are perhaps even capable of giving. You think you are the only one? I am also in love." Erestor's head tilts down and he huffs out a soft laugh. "You would think I was a quarter my age, if only you knew what I have thought about most days since I met you. Imagine my relief that you return my regard, for otherwise it will just be terribly embarrassing. I love you, so much so that sometimes I disgust myself."

"Be quiet. You can never be disgusting." This time, it is Glorfindel who kisses him. He reaches up to remove the blindfold and Erestor breathes a relieved sigh, sinking back against him even as they deepen their kiss. "Thank you, Erestor," he whispers against those sweet, soft lips. "For giving me this, and for being so patient with me."

Erestor opens his eyes and Glorfindel finds them slightly red and watery. There is none of the old sharpness there, and he is struck by how tender Erestor's gaze now seems. Has he always looked at Glorfindel this way?

Glorfindel is soon distracted though as Erestor shifts in his arms. His breath hitches as Erestor tightens around him, and he feels himself harden fully from being there halfway after those heated kisses.

"Enough of that. We are not done yet, are we?" Erestor moves in a way that makes him groan, and soon he has Erestor pushed down to lie on the bed again. Glorfindel wraps those legs around himself as he sinks back in, making Erestor gasp and moan.

"No," he growls into Erestor's skin. "I believe I was promised an entire day, and I have a few other things to ask." He begins a series of shallow thrusts, his eyes trained at the way Erestor arches up and cries out beneath him. "Am I still allowed?"

Erestor opens his eyes and again, there is that softness there, mixed with the watery mist of arousal. He pulls Glorfindel down and kisses him. "Yes," he says breathlessly. "Always, Glorfindel. You need not even ask."