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Clean, smooth ivory skin coruscates in the setting sun despite days of nothing but battles and an hour of sleep at best. Long hair spills like melted gold, all moving in one motion. Never out of place. Graceful fingers, quicker than lightning, nock an arrow and pull the string back. Lean muscles flex under a tight tunic.
A rabbit falls. Blood stains the white fur.
Blue eyes meet grey.
Then there’s a dead rabbit in front of Aragorn’s face.
“You say my cooking is bad.” The elf says and is gone again, leaving the rabbit in his wake.
Aragorn stares at the dead thing. A drastic difference from the enticing creature he’s been watching all day. Aragorn picks it up, starting the usual routine of getting its meat prepared. He’s lucky his hands are so well trained in this while his mind is miles away.
Miles away in a prince’s chamber where no one could disturb him. Where he could teach the prince what love is supposed to feel like. Where he could hold him down and fuck him senseless. Make him think of nothing but my name. Make him cum from just my-
The knife skipped, slicing his finger.
Sighing, he stuck his finger in his mouth. With the rabbit now prepared and only minor injuries, he put it over the fire to cook. Settling back down on the dirt.
The wind blew, giving more sound to the forest than the crackling of the fire. It was the start of spring. Some snow stuck around but the sun would shine all day. The nights still got cool. He pulled his cloak tighter around him, using the last of the sunlight to try and inspect his cut.
“A dead rabbit and you were still injured?”
Aragorn couldn’t help but flinch. I have to start paying attention. After a second of composing himself, he shrugged to answer Legolas’ question. “Knife slipped.”
Legolas just stared at him. Settling down across from the ranger, the fire slightly blocking the view of one another. “Humans get distracted too easily. You’re lucky I said yes to coming with you.”
“And why did you?” Aragorn asked, tilting his head to the side. Aragorn knew why he asked. He liked the elf, obviously more than a friend but he was sure Legolas didn’t know that. And if one of their nights ended with his cock in his tight ass, he wouldn’t be angry.
“So you’d have protection. I mean a lifeless rabbit got you.”
Maybe I can find the stick that’s up there while I’m at it.
Now Aragorn stared at the other. He meant to send a glare but couldn’t think of anything else besides how enchanting Legolas looked. The sun had gone down, leaving only the glow of the fire and the light of the moon. Both dancing over Legolas’ flawless skin. His brows were drawn together, hypotonic eyes slightly squinted from where the wind was blowing the smoke. Pink lips that looked like they were in a constant pout. They’d look good around my cock.
Dirty hands tangled in that perfect tress, pulling the elf closer till he chokes-
“I think it’s done.” Legolas said, making no effort to move.
Aragorn knew this wasn’t a battle worth fighting. Muscle memory went to work, taking the rabbit from the fire and cutting their portions. No injuries this time.
They ate in silence as they did every night. They’d eat, put the fire out and go to their respective bed rolls. Sometimes they’d go over what the plan was for the next day but mostly, silence.
Tonight should be no different. He stomped out the fire and went to lay.
“Come with me.”
His eyes snapped open. The moonlight worked in Legolas’ favor. Illuminating him above Aragorn. A stark difference in the night.
“What?” He asked, sitting up. Face to face with the elf. He was a lot closer than he would have guessed. It would be so easy to lean in and kiss-
The elf took a step back, extending an arm.
Aragorn thought he was touching the rabbit again. His dirty hand wrapped around the most delicate palm he’s felt in decades. Legolas' hand lingered for a moment longer than needed. And then it was gone. He felt his cheeks heat up.
“I wish to bathe. But do not want to leave you here alone.” Legolas called, already up a tree.
Legolas knew Aragorn would follow and Aragorn knew too.
Following from under the branches, he heard running water as the trees opened up to a stream that poured into a pool of water. There was a gentle splash and an ethereal being rose from the water. The elf smiled at the man, water droplets reflecting in the moonlight slid down hard lean muscles and disappeared where Aragorn had to use his imagination. Legolas wouldn’t look away, it felt as if he was in a trance. Then Legolas went underwater.
Quickly he rid himself of his clothing and dived into the dark pool. The crisp water was welcoming against his hot skin. Maybe a quick bath could rid his thoughts. He felt Legolas swim around his legs and appeared in front of him. Gold strands framed his face. A bath will do no good.
Without thinking, rough fingers brushed the hair behind a pointed ear. Gently they traced up to the point and rubbed together. Aragorn swore he felt Legolas lean into it.
“Estel.”
His hand hit the water fast, sending ripples across the dark liquid. “Sorry,” looking down, he could still see Legolas' strong chest in his peripheral. Why is he so close? Aragorn stepped back and Legolas followed until his back was pressed against the dirt of the edge.
“I’m going back to camp.” Aragorn said. All Legolas did was take a step back. Aragorn was hoping for more of a dive-underwater-so-you-don’t-see-my-erection. Again, a battle he knew he wouldn’t win. Placing his hands on the soft grass behind him, he quickly pulled himself up and over onto the hard ground. Dressing as quick as a human could, he left Legolas.
Hitting his bed roll with a groan, his hands rubbed over his face. That damn elf. Closing his eyes, he was met with said elf’s beautiful face, his naked chest, strong legs taking him from the water, standing bare before Aragorn.
Cold hands found their way under damp leggings till his hand wrapped around the hot flesh.
He started a slow pace, relaxing for the first time that day. His vision of Legolas slowly turned around, letting Aragorn picture his backside and the perky ass he’s only seen clothed.
His free hand gripped the grass below.
Legolas slowly got to the ground, lying on his stomach and pulled his knees up. Ass on full display. The elf rocked his hips back and Aragorn cursed the Valars that he couldn’t feel it. His right hand got faster, biting his lip trying to hold back his harsh breathing. He could only imagine Legolas felt as good as he looked. Soft and hot. He’d be so tight, I might be too big for him.
The water that didn’t dry mixed with the precum at the head of his cock. Helping him get to his desired goal. A broken moan fell from his mouth. That familiar sensation was pooling in his stomach. He’d feel so much better than my hand. I want to feel him around me. Screaming my name, begging for more.
“Oh.”
For the second time that night, he lifted his head to be met with a curious looking elf. A warm liquid spilled over his hand. Being dead can’t be that bad.
“You have such needs.” Legolas said as if he had just caught Aragorn eating a late night snack and not jerking off. The elf didn’t look away.
Aragorn let his head fall back again. Slowly releasing his grip, wiping his hand on his tunic before the cum could dry. “How long have you been here?” He shifted awkwardly to pull the leggings up over his quickly reviving erection now that his dream was in front of him.
Blue eyes trailed up to a throat that had a thin layer of sweat, then to a sharp jawline covered in scruffy hair. “I heard you say my name while walking back. I was expecting a different type of trouble. But glad I could help nonetheless.”
“You’re not going to kill me or something?” He leaned up on his elbows, meeting the elf's face.
Legolas laughed and it made Aragorn’s nerves calm. “Do you want me too?” He smiled.
“A little.”
“I have something else I’d much rather do.” The elf replied, settling down a top of Aragorn’s lap. Leaning down so they were blocked by a curtain of blonde hair. “Be a little sharper next time, ranger.”
He sent a quick apology to the Valars before thanking them. Being embarrassed thrice in a night could be worth it. “You knew?” His lips weren’t even an inch away. If Aragorn tilted his head up...
The little weight the elf was had vanished, leaving Aragorn to be met with the night sky. “Of course,” The elf was standing next to him, braiding his wet hair. “I enjoy seeing you blush, Estel.”
Ass.
He knew Legolas could be cruel, but not so cruel to be messing with him. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts. Staring at the elf from the ground. Now or never. Quickly he rose, grabbing the hand that was in the middle of a braid and spun. The force of Aragorn’s kiss caused the elf to stumble backwards. The man used the advantage to push him up against the closest tree. Callused hands tangling their way into clean hair, a hot tongue pushing its way into the softest mouth he’s felt. His tongue slid over Legolas’, trying to taste as much of him as he could.
They both pulled back to breathe. “That’s better.” Legolas smiled, leaning in to press a softer kiss to the man's lips. It was useless, Aragorn pushed his way inside again, all his body weight keeping the elf against the tree.
Legolas moaned into his mouth and Aragorn saw stars. I want to hear him all night. Rolling his hips against the others, his hands slid from the elfs hair to the knot that kept his leggings up. Freeing the half hard cock, he wrapped his hand around it and started to stroke, moaning into Legolas’ mouth at the feel of him getting hard in his hand. His own leggings got tight.
“I need you. Right now.” Aragorn breathed out, rutting against the other's thigh while he stroked the elf much like he did himself earlier. Legolas had his eyes squeezed shut, his hands let loose of Aragorn’s cloak and nodded. Spinning them around, Aragorn laid Legolas on the closest thing to a bed. Crawling over him, he leaned down, attacking his mouth. His hands pulled the rest of the leggings down so Legolas was bare.
Legolas let his legs fall open, rolling his hips up to meet Aragorn’s. “Fuck me already.” Legolas mumbled against his lips, hands cradling either side of the ranger’s face.
“Impatient elf.” Aragorn smirked against the others lips. His hands roamed the inner thighs of the elf. The smooth skin felt nice against his hands. They pushed the tunic Legolas was wearing up so he could finally feel the muscle that lay there.
Legolas moved his hands to undo his tunic rather haphazardly, quickly shedding it along with everything else he wore.
Aragorn sat back on his heels, eyeing Legolas like a piece of meat. His slim frame on full display, gleaming in the black night . He truly was unworldly. It made Aragorn lose his breath. He leaned down and captured the pink lips in a kiss. Bruised hands touching every inch of skin they could. Up and down Legolas’ hairless chest, brushing against the hard nipples earning small moans from the elf under him. Bearded lips scratched against a jawline, making their way up to the sensitive ear.
He copied what he did earlier, this time with his tongue. Licking up the ear, biting gently at the point. He could feel Legolas’ thrusts becoming sloppy against his own straining erection. “Don’t cum yet.” He warned, trailing kissing down to suck a mark where his neck and shoulder met.
Legolas let out a whine that was very un-princely. Slender fingers gripped the tangled brown hair, pulling Aragorn from his neck. “I might kill you now.” He breathed out. Strong legs wrapped around the man’s waist and flipped them over so Legolas was on top again. He placed his hands on either side of Aragorn’s head and rolled his hips.
“You can kill me after I’m finished.” His hands stilled the swift moving hips. Finally rolling his hips up to meet the others. Aragorn bit his lip, focusing too hard on trying not to soil his leggings. He lifted the elf a bit, hearing Legolas complain at the loss of friction. Quickly he pulled his leaking cock out, giving it a few strokes.
The blonde settled back down on his lap, slapping Aragorn’s hand out of the way and wrapped his hand around him. He moved his hand up and down slowly, rubbing his thumb over the head. His eyes met Aragorn’s, leaning down and taking the tip in his mouth.
Aragorn threw his head back with a curse. He couldn’t believe this was happening, it all felt like a dream. Too good to be true. He lifted his head to watch the blonde take him deeper, trying to fit Aragorn all into his mouth.
He couldn’t help but thrust up into the warm mouth, moaning loudly. He heard Legolas gag a bit and it made him want to thrust harder. He started to unbraid the already loose braids in the soft hair, running his fingers through it while doing his best to not choke the elf. He watched Legolas bob up and down on his cock, lips stretched wide around his shaft. He pulled off to lick up the shaft causing Aragorn to pull his hair.
“Legolas.”
The elf sat up, replacing his mouth with his hand. “I want you to cum inside me.”
Aragorn groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. This has to be a dream. “Do you have anything?” He was surprised he got the question out in one piece.
“Spit.” The elf above him shrugged.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Aragorn let out his own whine at the loss of contact, feeling Legolas grab his hand. He opened his eyes in time to see Legolas wrap his mouth around his fingers. The elf is going to kill him.
Legolas twirled his tongue around his index and middle finger, urging Aragorn to spread them. Once he was satisfied, he took them out his mouth. A trail of spit connecting them before quickly falling on the rangers stomach. He lifted his hips again, letting Aragorn do the rest of the work. “You won’t.” He finally answered.
The brunette got the message. He squeezed the elf’s ass in his hands, cursing under his breath. Kneading the soft buttocks before spreading them, fingers crawling in between his cheeks to tease at his hole.
“Estel, please.” The elf above him begged, trying to push back on his finger.
“Impatient.” Aragorn repeated, pushing the tip of his finger into the tight opening. He wanted to wait for Legolas to adjust but he was already pushing back. He pushed his finger all the way in, swallowing hard at the feeling.
When Legolas insisted he add more, he pulled the first finger halfway out and added his middle. He was knuckle deep in him then slipped them out to push back in. He fucked the blonde on his fingers, pushing in deeper. He spread his fingers, curling them to press against the spot that made Legolas cry for the whole forest to hear.
Adding a third, spreading the tight hole around them. Both breathed hard into the quiet night.
Aragorn eventually pulled his fingers out, knowing he wasn’t gonna last for too much longer. And by the looks of it, Legolas was about to cum on his fingers alone. Spitting on his hand, he stroked his neglected cock, lining it up with Legolas’ now abused hole. One hand holding the base of his erection and the other on the white hip.
The head of his cock pushed into the tight ring, causing both partners to throw their head back in a moan. Aragorn slowly lifted his hips, watching himself disappear into Legolas. He sheathed himself in the warm heat till Legolas was sitting on his hips.
Legolas put his hands on Aragorn’s chest, gripping the fabric that he still had on. He gave the ranger a nod before lifting his hips and slamming them back down.
Aragorn waited no further, hands leaving a bruising grip on the otherwise clear skin. He’d pull himself from the warmth only to slam back into it. Meeting Legolas own thrusts. He started a rapid pace. Skin on skin echoed around them, a melody of ‘ah’s’ and ‘oh’s’ joined.
Without pulling out, Aragorn flipped them over again. Slightly feeling bad that Legolas had to lay on muddy leaves. Quickly it left his mind when the elf cried loudly, “Again!”
Legs wrapped around the ranger's waist once more, trying to get him deeper. Aragorn had to put a hand on the ground to keep his balance, he pulled out until just the head of his cock was still in Legolas then slammed all the way in. Hitting the sweet spot over and over. Legolas’ nails dug into Aragorn’s sides.
“Cum for me, elf.” Aragorn breathed out. His pace slowed in no way. Legolas was a mess below him. He watched him wrap a hand around himself, stroking with no rhythm. Only trying to get to release.
Legolas sang songs of pleasure into the night, letting out a loud cry. Aragorn wished he could hear it on repeat. The elf tightened around him, causing Aragorn’s thrusts to stagger for the first time. Hot spurts of cum landed on the clean stomach and Legolas relaxed into the ground.
Leaning down, Aragron licked the cum into his mouth. Kissing Legolas the best he could. His thrusts became erratic, the familiar feeling creeping up on him. He cursed a mixture of elvish and westron. Cumming deep into the other. It felt like every bone in his body was made out of liquid. He pulled out mumbling a ‘sorry’ at Legolas’ wince. He watched his cum slide out of the pink hole, engraving the sight into memory.
He laid on his back next to the elf. Both breathing heavily.
Legolas had his arm thrown over his face, after a few minutes he turned to meet Aragorn’s gaze. “You’re,” He let out a breath. “Pretty good at that.”
“Thanks.” Aragorn couldn’t help the pride that welled in his chest. “We could get even better.” He hoped.
The elf nodded, a smile on his lips. “Yes.” He rolled over and wrapped an arm around Aragon’s middle. “Just like you can get better at bathing.”
Aragorn rolled his eyes even if the other couldn’t see. “I had to deal with a problem.” His arms wrapped around the other, pulling him closer.
“I could’ve helped at the water so we wouldn’t be dirty now.”
“Do you want to bathe again? It’s almost midnight.” Aragorn guessed.
Legolas sat up and grinned. “What a great idea, Estel. You are sharp.” He winked, already grabbing his leggings. Up and dressed, he dashed back to the water.
Wanting nothing more than to sleep, the man pushed himself up to follow. As inciting as sleep sounded, a naked wet elf sounded a lot better.
Aragorn followed.