Hiding, by Senalishia
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b2memB2MeM Prompt, Card and Number: “Be Advised…” - B9: Hiding from Lindir
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Romance
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Explicit sex
Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Creator's Notes: The song is Tolkien's work, not mine
Summary: They can't just enjoy their afterglow in peace.
Once he had Glorfindel panting and jerking his hips, Erestor relaxed his grip and regressed to merely tracing small circles under the head of his cock. This evoked a growly whine of such singular desperation Erestor almost had to laugh.
“Erestor, please--”
“Hmm, you're so pretty when you beg.” Erestor smirked. After that, he barely had to do anything more before Glorfindel came with a hoarse, drawn-out cry.
They might have dozed, wrapped the warm sun and each other, for the rest of the afternoon, except--
“Do you hear that?” Glorfindel murmured.
Erestor heard many things, but listened for something other than running water and calling birds.
“--and hoarded gold in gleaming grot,
All these he had and heeded not--” a voice drifted on the air.
Lindir. He was headed straight for them, damn him.
Glorfindel retrieved Erestor's carefully hung over-robe from its branch and tossed it to him, then started pulling on his own tunic. “If we move fast I think we can keep that stand of firs between us and him all the way to my window.”
Erestor raised an eyebrow. “Your room is on the second floor.”
“Did I tire you out too much for a little climbing?”
Format: Double drabble
Genre: Romance
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Explicit sex
Characters: Erestor, Glorfindel
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Creator's Notes: The song is Tolkien's work, not mine
Summary: They can't just enjoy their afterglow in peace.
Once he had Glorfindel panting and jerking his hips, Erestor relaxed his grip and regressed to merely tracing small circles under the head of his cock. This evoked a growly whine of such singular desperation Erestor almost had to laugh.
“Erestor, please--”
“Hmm, you're so pretty when you beg.” Erestor smirked. After that, he barely had to do anything more before Glorfindel came with a hoarse, drawn-out cry.
They might have dozed, wrapped the warm sun and each other, for the rest of the afternoon, except--
“Do you hear that?” Glorfindel murmured.
Erestor heard many things, but listened for something other than running water and calling birds.
“--and hoarded gold in gleaming grot,
All these he had and heeded not--” a voice drifted on the air.
Lindir. He was headed straight for them, damn him.
Glorfindel retrieved Erestor's carefully hung over-robe from its branch and tossed it to him, then started pulling on his own tunic. “If we move fast I think we can keep that stand of firs between us and him all the way to my window.”
Erestor raised an eyebrow. “Your room is on the second floor.”
“Did I tire you out too much for a little climbing?”
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Date: 2019-03-23 06:17 pm (UTC)- Erulisse (one L)
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Date: 2019-03-23 09:38 pm (UTC)