HINTS OF HONEY by Erulisse (one L)
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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number:O68: 32, honey, 103, footsteps and whispers, 136 striptease
Format:ficlet
Genre:romance-slash
Rating:R
Warnings:bordering on NSFW, hints of D/s torture
Characters:Thranduil, Haldir
Pairings:Thranduil, Haldir
Creator’s Notes (optional):A continuation of Day 5.
Summary:The door is closed. What happens behind the door?
HINTS OF HONEY
Thranduil led the way into the chamber. "Close the door and wait in the circle."
As the King moved around the room, lighting honey-scented beeswax candles, Haldir assumed a resting position, feet apart, knees relaxed, and hands clasped behind him. Thranduil looked up at him and studied him carefully, his eyes moving from head to toe. He nodded and moved toward the parquet circle.
Haldir could not hide his physical response to the King's presence, although he attempted to control his faster heartbeat and cover his erection, only partially hidden by his mid-thigh-length jerkin.
"Remove your clothing, slowly, placing them on the floor to your right. Make it look good and I might reward you by giving you exactly what you need." He walked slowly around the Marchwarden, never looking away from him, then nodded, decision made.
Haldir attempted to give the King a striptease, removing each item of clothing with care, licking his lips, and rotating and pumping his hips. Thranduil's eyes brightened and his lips held the ghost of a smile, as he continued walking around the circle, his eyes never leaving his sometime lover. As he walked, he whispered words of appreciation for the show. He was also cataloging. A few new scars now marred the skin of Haldir since their last meeting. He had certainly seen battle, as was attested to by a healing sword slash and a still-bandaged wound from an arrowhead extraction. A life spent guarding the boundaries of Lothlorien was a hard one with little room for error.
Haldir's clothing removed, Thranduil indicated a padded bench. Shackles attached to bolts in the floor at both ends. "On your stomach," he ordered. As Haldir walked over and adjusted himself on the bench, Thranduil stripped down to a pair of tight silken hose and a set of calf-high indoor boots.
The King knelt beside him. As he fastened the shackles around his wrists, he whispered promises into Haldir's ear. His almost silent footsteps moved to the end of the bench and a second set of shackles locked around Haldir's ankles. The King licked a stripe up the Marchwarden's ass as he pushed back to his feet.
"Comfortable?" the King asked.
"Yes, Master," Haldir responded, shivering as Thranduil lightly stroked down his body from shoulders to buttocks.
"Do your wounds ache?"
"A bit," he admitted reluctantly. He knew the ground rules. No lies within the Chamber and no diminishment of injuries received either in battle or by mutual consent during a scene.
"I'm going to give you something else to focus on, to help take your mind away from war and your duty. Scream if you need to, and concentrate. Afterward, you can think about how I will make you feel when you come to my bed tonight."
The King disappeared from his side for a short time, fetching something nearby. Haldir knew from experience, it could be anything from a feather to a flogger. The only certainty was it would always be an unexpected surprise.
He gasped as the sting of a small stream of melted beeswax hit his skin.
Format:ficlet
Genre:romance-slash
Rating:R
Warnings:bordering on NSFW, hints of D/s torture
Characters:Thranduil, Haldir
Pairings:Thranduil, Haldir
Creator’s Notes (optional):A continuation of Day 5.
Summary:The door is closed. What happens behind the door?
HINTS OF HONEY
Thranduil led the way into the chamber. "Close the door and wait in the circle."
As the King moved around the room, lighting honey-scented beeswax candles, Haldir assumed a resting position, feet apart, knees relaxed, and hands clasped behind him. Thranduil looked up at him and studied him carefully, his eyes moving from head to toe. He nodded and moved toward the parquet circle.
Haldir could not hide his physical response to the King's presence, although he attempted to control his faster heartbeat and cover his erection, only partially hidden by his mid-thigh-length jerkin.
"Remove your clothing, slowly, placing them on the floor to your right. Make it look good and I might reward you by giving you exactly what you need." He walked slowly around the Marchwarden, never looking away from him, then nodded, decision made.
Haldir attempted to give the King a striptease, removing each item of clothing with care, licking his lips, and rotating and pumping his hips. Thranduil's eyes brightened and his lips held the ghost of a smile, as he continued walking around the circle, his eyes never leaving his sometime lover. As he walked, he whispered words of appreciation for the show. He was also cataloging. A few new scars now marred the skin of Haldir since their last meeting. He had certainly seen battle, as was attested to by a healing sword slash and a still-bandaged wound from an arrowhead extraction. A life spent guarding the boundaries of Lothlorien was a hard one with little room for error.
Haldir's clothing removed, Thranduil indicated a padded bench. Shackles attached to bolts in the floor at both ends. "On your stomach," he ordered. As Haldir walked over and adjusted himself on the bench, Thranduil stripped down to a pair of tight silken hose and a set of calf-high indoor boots.
The King knelt beside him. As he fastened the shackles around his wrists, he whispered promises into Haldir's ear. His almost silent footsteps moved to the end of the bench and a second set of shackles locked around Haldir's ankles. The King licked a stripe up the Marchwarden's ass as he pushed back to his feet.
"Comfortable?" the King asked.
"Yes, Master," Haldir responded, shivering as Thranduil lightly stroked down his body from shoulders to buttocks.
"Do your wounds ache?"
"A bit," he admitted reluctantly. He knew the ground rules. No lies within the Chamber and no diminishment of injuries received either in battle or by mutual consent during a scene.
"I'm going to give you something else to focus on, to help take your mind away from war and your duty. Scream if you need to, and concentrate. Afterward, you can think about how I will make you feel when you come to my bed tonight."
The King disappeared from his side for a short time, fetching something nearby. Haldir knew from experience, it could be anything from a feather to a flogger. The only certainty was it would always be an unexpected surprise.
He gasped as the sting of a small stream of melted beeswax hit his skin.
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