King of the Moth Kin

by Sakuja

Summary:

Elrond was hurt and lost somewhere in the Middle Earth after an accident on his road from Eregion to Lindon. Thankfully, someone found him

Notes:

Dedication for my supporting friend Madi 🥰

Chapter 1

Elrond was young, but not an idiot. He knew when he was in trouble. Big trouble. 

During the journey from Eregion to Lindon his horse, scared by a snake, had thrown Elrond from its back and ran away. It left him alone in the middle of a very dark, strange forest with painful bruises and unholly headache after his head met a few stones. He might have a concussion.

At first he thought that maybe everything around was strange and scary because he was hurt and nervous, but the longer he wandered among giant, old trees, the better he knew that it was a forest completely unknown to him. It was also for sure unknown for other elves too, because he can't remind himself of such a place from any map. In Lindon were hundreds of maps stored in archives. He memorized them all just in case it would help him with his herald’s duties some day. Okay, a headache and strange need to sing weren’t the best state to think about the maps clearly. 

He almost certainly has a concussion.

He sighed, supporting himself on a very old oak’s side. He felt too weak to make even one little step more. It was bad. He should think about how to survive. Dizzy and in pain, he was like a meal for the first hungry beast which would appear around. He shouldn’t travel alone. It was his own fault, he put himself in this trouble for his own wish. 

“Oh, tra-la-la-ly,” he hummed, closing his eyes and hugging his cheek to the tree. Nice humming of energy coming from the oak eases the feeling as if he would lose consciousness even with the slightest move. 

“My dear guest,” a little harsh voice got his weakening focus. Something delicate and alluring was filling the forest, something between a song and scent. It was calling him. He blinked heavily, trying to look around. “You look so tired, you look so painful. Let me invite you to my house, I have medicine which would help you-”

He had nothing to lose. Really. Staying in place would probably just let him freeze to death in the coming night or something similar. “Hello?” He called. “Hello? I am here- help me- please, help me-”

“Don’t worry, my dear guest. I have you,” hands embraced his face, checking his forehead and then pulse. He tried to focus on face in front of his own, but he wasn’t able to.

Darkness was thick and disturbing on the edges of his view. “Sleep now.”

Consciousness left him easily. 

***

His guest, an elf, had skin golden like honey, but pale. He looked sick and in pain. He needed care and help. However he was able to enter the Old Domain, he would never be able to go away in such a bad state.

“King Father?” Guard looked at him with deep, dark eyes. “Should I call a healer?”

“No, leave us alone. I’ll heal my guest.”

Guard bowed and left the room. He closed the door as a good child which he once was.

King carefully took off the dirty, scratched clothes from his guest’s body, unveiling more of his golden skin, marked by bruises of all the colors. Most of them changed the skin on the side and probably on the back. It was for sure uncomfortable and painful to lay, sit and move. It was quite amazing that he was able to walk on his own feet. He made it almost a mile from the place he entered the Old Domain to the Wise Oak, under which he lost strength. 

An elf shivered, feeling cold, fresh air on his naked body, but he remained unconscious.

He carefully changed the position of his guest, turning him to lay on his belly. He really found more bruises on his back. Unfortunately, these were not all the injuries. On the back of an elf’ head was blood, half dry, sticking to his hair. King carefully examined the injury and found a small cut, for now closed by dried blood and more ugly bruises. Elf made a weak sound of protest in his unconscious state, when King’s fingers touched painful places around the cut.

“Tra-la-la-ly,” he murmured as if it was a charm to protect him wherever he was wandering with his thoughts.

“Everything will be okay,” King promised, maybe putting in his words a bit of magic, but even if… in the room there was no one to tell it out loud.

He started from back and side, carefully applying thick, herbal ointment on all the bruises. His guest shivered, but he remained in his place; deep breaths and eyes closed. Thankfully.

“I have you,” he murmured a few times as if it would calm small, instinctive stress which tensed elf’s muscles when pain was too big to handle. His words filled the room with invisible magical sleep, which kept a guest carefully embraced and lulled so he would not wake up while King was cleaning his head and sewing the cut on it. 

After three hours he looked almost as new, hugged to soft pillows and covered by a thick, wool blanket to provide him with, so much needed warmth. 

***

Pain vanished. He noticed somewhere between sweet, old dreams, which he knew were only his past hopes. All impossible to happen.

His mother was a bird. His father was a star. He hasn't had a brother for a thousand years now. But it was so beautiful to again see her smiles and the golden curls of father, and Elros’s shiny eyes.

He was missing them.

Someone was calling him to leave precious dreams. Someone’s voice was harsh, but delicate and felt like a warm wind brushing his senses. 

He looked once again at a house which will never change or vanish in his growing and growing soul, between old wild forests and the never ending sea. He sighed, putting his hand on the middle of his naked chest. Heart was beating regularly. 

When he was a child and he lost his beloved home, Maglor once took him away on a walk to see the world from the thick walls of Himring. “La-la-la-la,” sang Maglor for him with eyes closed and tears slowly dripping from his cheeks down on the ground. “It’s my hope charm to use for happiness and sadness, when dreams bloom and nightmares follow them.” 

Elrond tried to sing with him, because Maglor was a monster, but Maglor was also a monster’s victim, the world was cruel, and they all, all four, were alone without any true hopes that new days would be good. La-la-la was not his, Li-li-li was not his and the Tri-li-li left him with a strange, bitter taste of sadness. But then Maglor suggested something slightly different. “Tra-la-la-ly,” Elrond sang for his father and mother, and Elros, and at the end, for himself too. “Tra-la-la-ly,” in the darkest shadows and depths of despair.

And it worked.

“Tra-la-la-ly,” he repeated, smiling weakly, and he left his dreams to see what happened in the real world.

***

His body was heavy and numb, his side and back were not in pain, not anymore, but at the same time very uncomfortable.

He was lying on a bed, completely stripped even from his pants, but covered by a warm, nice blanket. Someone stood next to the bed. He slowly blinked, trying to get used to the weak, misty light. And probably to the catastrophic headache too. It was as if someone played on the drums in his head and didn’t want to end this solo concert.

“Tra-la-la-ly,” he murmured, searching for strength and hope. 

“You are awake,” the person next to the bed sighed with relief.

It was a man, very tall, clothed into a dark tunic and leggins. He was kinda muscled. And…

…

Elrond wanted to touch these muscles. Damn. He closed eyes for a short while and took a few deep breaths to calm down. He felt a little nauseous. He left his healer / host / both’s (?) muscles alone and focused on his head. Pale skin and deep dark eyes created a handsome image of someone who was for sure not young. There was tiredness and wisdom in his eyes. Dark hair, decorated with beads and feathers, looked interesting. He saw hair decorated this way only on fairies and avarin which he met a few times during his travels in the name of an Elven King.

“How do you feel?” A man asked him, coming near. Long fingers brushed Elrond’s head in search of fever.

“Okay,” he whispered. 

“You are not as pale as before,” the man said with a little, careful nod of his head. “Good. What about pain? Do you want something to ease it?”

He nodded and hissed immediately, while closing his eyes. Headache reminded him about its existence.

“Who are you?” He asked, trying to focus on the answer.

“I am Adar, King of Moths,” the man explained. Then he lifted Elrond very carefully so drinking and swallowing bitter medicine would be easier for him. “You should rest more. Take your time, I’ll call someone to bring some bland food for you. I am not sure if your stomach will cooperate. You were asleep for three days.”

“Oh,” he whispered to himself, surprised and worried.

Three days!

He was unconscious for three days! His King and Lord Celebrimbor were for sure worried about him. He should reached the Lindon many hours ago already. 

***

“How do you feel?” Hands carefully massaged a herbal ointment into his back and side.

King’s hands were very nice, calloused, but delicate. Their touch was surprisingly comfortable.

“Nauseous,” he murmured. “But better than yesterday, I promise.”

“It’s okay. Medicine works,” King decided. “What about your head, my tra-la-la-ly?” 

Elrond felt how blush made his face warm. He shyly looked at a man who cared about him.

“Better,” he said.

***

“Can I leave the bed?” He decided to ask a day or two later. 

He was able to eat bland food and the strange need to sing tra-la-la-ly (too often) vanished. Even this bard with a drum left his head so his thoughts cleared from the chaos in which they were at the very first day and became understandable again. 

“I- I am not sure,” King said slowly. “My Kingdom is… dark. And you probably would not like it.”

“Why not check it?” he suggested with a little smile. “You are very nice to me, caring everyday about my bruises and everything. I am sure a good King can’t have an ugly kingdom.”

Moth King blushed slightly in a kinda cute, delicate shade of blue instead of red or pink.

“But you are an elf,” he murmured. “Elves like the sun.”

“I also like the stars,” Elrond said. “Let me see your kingdom first and then worry.”

King agreed, still a bit unsure.

“I’ll find you some clothes,” he decided.

“Or,” Elrond coughed. “Can we use this blanket I have and a ribbon?”

He really wanted to go outside as fast as possible. He could tell that outside of the room was a whole world, pretty and unknown. He wanted to see it and explore.

“No,” King laughed and his whole tired face looked softer, quite handsome even with a strange, small pattern of grey and black scars on his forehead. “First I’ll find robes for you, my dear guest. Let me help you sit down. You can try walking when I'm away.”

Elrond nodded. Okay, he could accept this offer. He let King carefully embrace him and help to stand up. All the embarrassment he maybe could feel because of his nudity vanished a day or two ago. At first he was so dizzy from headache and painkillers that the mysterious King needed to apply an ointment on his body and help him bathe with his own hands. There was nothing to be embarrassed of because his host already had seen everything anyway. 

Chapter 2

Summary:

The Moth King and Elrond goes on a little walk to get some fresh air

Elrond carefully walked from bed to the table and back. He did it two times and then needed to sit down to rest a bit. After a few minutes he stood up and started again. His body was quite tired, but numbness vanished slowly with every next step.

He spent a really long time in bed. He was of course thankful that a Moth King cared for him and healed him. He could tell he needed it; he was quite a good healer, he could recognize the signs of concussion.

King returned when he was walking from the table to bed again. Man had plenty of robes in his hands. All of these were grey and brown in nice, almost pastel, shades. 

“How do you feel?” King asked, looking at Elrond’s naked body carefully. His cheeks were slightly blushed.

“Good,” Elrond smiled. “I am just a bit tired. Would you mind helping me?”

“Don’t worry. I would help you anyway,” he promised. “Your bruises are still big and the cut on your head is not healed yet,” he reminded. “Which robes would you like to wear?”

He put all of them on the bed so Elrond could look at them and choose himself. They all were very pretty, but also very strange. He sat down on the edge of the bed to rest a bit and have time to decide.

Brown tunic and leggins were nice, he touched material, happy with the delicate feeling. He would wear this outfit and be happy because of it, but he was not ready to fight with leggins. Not yet. Even with the help from the King.

Next was a grey robe, looked a bit like a sleep robe, but thicker and much longer. It seemed to be wool. 

“It would keep you warm,” King said.

“I believe,” he nodded. “But what about underwear?”

“Underwear?” The elder asked, clearly confused. 

“Like, um, panties?” He tried, feeling a new blush warming up his cheeks. “Something to hide an intimacy area- from weather, nature, others?”

“It’s a long robe,” King said, blinking. “It will protect you well.”

Okay. Maybe it was not time for a robe, he decided in his mind and heart. King was seeing him naked everyday, yeah. King was also his healer for now. It would be strange if Elrond would try to hide from his healer whose hands were so careful and delicate for him. But it doesn’t mean that he wanted to risk a presentation of his body for all these clearly young guards and servants who were working for the King.

Third outfit was a gown. Really long, pastel brown gown with long sleeves. It probably would be long enough to hide his feet. And the material was as thick as the robe’s material. It would be able to keep him warm.

Lack of underwear was still slightly disturbing, but the gown seemed to eliminate possible risk.

“And you are the one who wanted to use a blanket and ribbon,” noticed the King with a little, mocking smile. His teasing voice made Elrond’s face blushed intensely.

“I am still sick,” he murmured, partially lying. He was almost healed already, not counting the wound on his head.

“Let me help you wear this gown,” King lifted the material carefully. “Hands up.”

Elrond lifted his hands and let the elder to carefully put the gown on him. The King was very cautious around his head and the bandaid here. “Good?”

Elrond nodded, really pleased when he felt embraced by thick, soft material. It was not wool, but it was similar. When he slowly stood up, the gown really hid his body from the neck down to the feet.

“Now can we go outside?”

 

The king was not joking. As he carefully guided him to the terrace, it was dark outside. The mighty trees that made up the forest were used as houses a bit like Lady Galadriel's forest. Elrond squinted a bit, admiring the many windows, passageways, bridges and terraces hidden in the shadows of the huge oak crowns. 

"I told you that my kingdom is dark, my dear guest," the King said with bitter seriousness. "We Moths get sluggish and sick when we stay in daylight. Many centuries ago I decided to flee from your world to this domain, where nothing bad can befall my precious children."

Elrond leaned a little harder on his supportive arm as he glanced down and saw only long meters of trunks stretching down toward the ground. He felt under his skin as the trees hummed with old, mighty power, soothingly reaching out to him, caressing him with their presence and patient attention. He smiled.

"I see a beautiful kingdom," he said as his eyes settled into the deep twilight and he saw more; small lanterns giving off a hazy glow, more bridges, moths (were they a kind of fairy?) drifting on their fluffy brown and gray wings. "And the good, austere King who spent centuries carving his kingdom deep into these mighty trees. This is worthy of respect and admiration."

As he looked at the face above him, he discerned an expression of shyness that seemed to him as beautiful as it was improbable on the stern figure of the King.

Elves lived in the sun, it was true. But Elrond was not a full-blooded elf, and the sun, although it already existed when he was born, could not completely satisfy his desire to have a star-filled sky above him. He was a child of Beleriand, and a descendant of his great-grandmother, Melian, who carried within her the brilliance of the stars and powers foreign to elves. Sometimes he liked the sun above him, but most of the time he waited for the stars to appear. The longer they stand on the terrace, the better his eyes see. He relished every new detail until his injured head and tired body objected. The King noticed when he let out a sleepy yawn and his legs bent slightly under his body. 

"Let's go inside, my dear guest," he said.

"But-"

"After your rest, we will come out again," the King promised.

 

“My King?” 

“Yes?” Man asked, slowly lifting the gown up to take it off of Elrond’s body. It was a good idea. Gown would be only sticky from a new layer of ointment if he would want to keep it for night. It would be uncomfortable.

“Are all your moths your children?” He dared to ask.

The King laughed. 

“They kinda are,” he said. “I was the eldest among them and they all needed someone to care for them. I raised most of them.”

“Everytime we talk, I hear only more good things about you and your kingdom,” he noticed with a sweet, sleepy smile. “It must be very good to have such a King.”

“You probably have your own King,” the man said.

“He is probably worried because I am his Herald and relative,” Elrond murmured. He brushed his eyes with hands trying to stop his tiredness for a bit longer.

“I can’t let you inform him where you are.”

“I would never dare to ask,” he promised. “Your domain is hidden. I understand. Outside world is a danger for you and your children, my King. My King will need to wait till I’ll be healthy enough to travel back home.”

Moth King watched him for a long while then sighed.

“Call me by my name, my dear guest.”

“Ah, are- are you sure?” He asked, confused by this offer.

“Yes. Call me by my name. It’s hard to listen to how you sleepily try to talk about two of your kings at once.”

It was a tease. He was sure the elder was teasing him. He giggled, because it was quite nice and he felt better listening to something so familiar. His friends love to tease him everyday because, as they explained; he was cute while being teased.

Maybe the King also thought that he was cute?

Instant blush made him feel growing shyness in his heart. Such a stupid idea. This tall man with a sharp beauty and piercing, dark stare would never-

“Hey, everything is okay? Are you feeling bad again?” Asked the King, checking his forehead and pulse with a dark, worried expression.

“No, I just- It was a memory,” he murmured. “Just a silly memory. Thank you for your care, A-Adar.”

“Let me put ointment and change the bandaid,” the man brushed his locks in a soft gesture and then went to the little tea table, where all the medicine and fresh bandaids waited to use them.

Chapter 3

He was always steady and calm. He needed to be calm, someone in his family needed to be calm to grant safety to them all. His children were easy to wake up their aggression if scared or worried. He was above them because he was able to stop his instincts and care about everyone.

He found them a safe domain, hidden deeply from everything and everyone. He supposed it was a good life which will be his forever.

Surrounded by his beloved family, but still alone. 

And then this elf appeared, hurt and confused, with an amazing, golden skin so soft and delicate and with big, star-like eyes. He wanted to catch him, trap in their Old Domain, keep safely closed in his hands so no one ever again would touch him, hurt him-

Seeing such a beauty hurt and defenselessness was so hard to handle. It was awakening his long-trained, sensitive instincts of protection. 

Taking care of the elf, carefully cleaning him and putting an ointment on his delicate skin was at first only a mission, he wanted to make sure his guest would heal well. 

But the mission changed in temptation. Delicate, golden skin was so soft that he wanted to touch it longer and longer everyday. Soft, sing-like voice was calming his needy heart, he liked soft little murmurs, silly tra-la-la-ly and of course the words which had come later.

Elf had wake up. And he remained so soft, so delicate under his hands. He was talking to him, he was smiling at him. It was more than he would ever dare to ask. 

Temptation bloomed everyday; it was bigger with every touch, every smile, every moment they spent together. He tried his best to calm down and hide his darkness away from an elf’s eyes. 

He didn’t want to scare him… but it apparently was not so easy.

 

“Adar?” His dear guest grabbed his hand carefully. He was often searching for contact. He was tired and frustrated after these few days he had spent in bed. He was not used to being kept in bed and it was visible.

“Yes?” He looked into shiny, grey eyes.

“Can we- I thought, maybe you would be so nice to let me see more of your kingdom? Of course if it is not against the rules for guests from outside?” 

“You are our first guest,” he said. “Our domain is hidden,” he reminded.

“Right,” an elf nodded. It was nice that he cared and asked about various things. The elf was curious about what would be considered acceptable and what would make Moths uncomfortable or worried. He tried very hard to not stress Glug or other children since he had enough strength to start wandering in Adar’s home. First few days his walks were more like coming from one spot to another, but now he seems to be much better. His head also was better. The cut was already healed, only a pink, sensitive scar hidden among the dark, soft hair, remained. 

He probably was ready to leave the Old Domain. Yet he was still clinging to Adar’s side and he was not strong enough to deny himself these little moments of relaxation and pleasure with their talks and touch. Touch was the most important. Small contact between them with an elf’s hands on his own or brushing his face were a chance to at least pretend that there was something more than soft sympathy of an elf grateful for help. 

“Adar, everything is okay?” As if called to do it, soft fingers touch his forehead carefully. “Do you have a fever? Maybe food was not good-”

“No, it’s-” he froze. His dear guest had stood on his tiptoes and between their faces barely was a little space. He could feel warm breath brushing his chin and neck. Grey eyes watched him with honest care.

“Adar?”

“I-” he swallowed hard, trying to calm down. “I will take you for a little walk,” he slowly said. “Are you sure you’ll be able to go for a longer journey? The bridges look solid, but they are quite wavy.”

He was not happy with taking his eyes away from soft, pink lips which were so near. He probably would easily kiss them.

“Yes, I-” an elf blushed, looking down. He made a careful step back. “I will be okay. You helped me heal very well. I probably will be able to go away soon.”

Adar tensed, hearing this straight from his dear guest, but he agreed with a heavy, tired sight.

“I understand.”

 

An elf looked more than fascinated when they walked on the bridges.

To his surprise, his dear guest looked almost relaxed even when the construction waved under their feet.

“Everytime I have a chance to look at your kingdom, I think it’s really beautiful,” an elf said with a blush on his face.

“Do you think so?” 

“Yes!” He nodded, looking up at Adar’s face with awe. “I love how there are trees connected by bridges and I love all the fluorescent plants in the place of lamps where lamps would be impractical. This kingdom makes me happy.” 

“Does your kingdom also make you happy?” He decided to ask. 

“It’s-” he stopped in the middle of the bridge. He looked unsure. “It's the kingdom of my elder cousin, Ereinion,” he admitted. “I am his herald. I am mostly busy traveling, you know, to talk with other kingdoms or cities which could grant us a possibility of an alliance.” 

“What about the kingdom itself?” he decided to ask again. “When do you need to stay there for longer?”

“It’s just like all the elven kingdoms. Full of light and green, and everywhere are elves looking at me in different ways, because some of them like me and the rest think that half an elf as King’s herald and advisor is a shame- just- kingdom. I guess. Politics and hatress are probably normal things.”

He dared to put hand on the arm of his dear guest, trying to ignore the need he felt. Need to embrace, to keep… 

“Politics should not be an excuse to look down at someone because of his heritage.”

“I can understand them. I am just a collection of pieces which should not be put together. I will never be fully a maia, elf or mortal. I will always be weaker than others, a few steps behind them with my body needs and limits. Ereinion is very nice keeping me as near as he does-”

Adar embraced him.

“Hush, my silly guest,” he whispered. “What nonsense is leaving your cute mouth? You are a beauty, a treasure. Your cousin for sure keeps you around him not only out of love, but also because of your great mind and to protect you from the dangers. I can imagine how many disgusting letters asking about your hand in marriage he for sure gets.”

“It's true nonsense,” an elf murmured, his voice sounding weak, somewhat cracking. “I can’t imagine an elf who would want to marry such a hybrid like me.”

“Of course there are many of them. Didn’t you ever look into the mirror? You are a beauty. You are the light. And if I know something about elves, it is that they love to own the light.” 

“What about the Moths?”

“What about us?” He asked, a bit confused.

“Do Moths love to own the light?” An elf whispered, lifting his head to look at Adar. His eyes shimmered from tears, but deep inside, sort of determination, of need, was waited to be notice.

“Would you want me to own you, my guest?” He whispered back, brushing soft, golden cheek with his fingers carefully. The need in his heart was big and hungry, but he tried his best to keep it still. He wanted to hear the answer from his guest soft, plushy lips. 

Chapter 4

Summary:

This chapter somehow have the length of two chapters 🫣

AND need a BIG 18+ WARNING

Time stopped when he watched an elf who was hugged to his chest. His dear guest swallowed hard and then lifted hand. Thin, calloused fingers touched Adar’s cheek very carefully.

“What if- what would happen if I would want it at least for one night?” He whispered. “Would you be so nice to own me, Adar?”

How would he deny such a wish?

He kissed soft lips, licking them with the tip of tongue for a short while until an elf opened them with a moan. 

The bridge waved under them a bit too much for his liking. He easily lifted up his dear guest and returned home, carrying a sweet burden which was embracing him with arms and legs. He was clingy. And he loved the feeling of flying if take his relaxed, trusted face as a proof.

He put an elf on the soft bedding and leaned down, kissing him again, deeply, until they both lost their breath. 

“My dear guest, my precious tra-la-la-ly,” he murmured with a teasing smile, kissing the younger's chin and neck. 

An elf moaned and tangled his fingers into Adar’s hair. He pulled his head up so their mouths met again in a kiss.

“Elrond,” his dear guest moaned. “My name.”

“Elrond,” Adar repeated, tasting every syllable with content. 

“You should know it,” he whispered. “To own me today.”

Adar wasn’t sure if Elrond knew how seductive was the open, sweet look on his face and the delicate, trusting tone of his voice. They kissed again, their tongues tangled into a vulgar dance full of sloppy, wet sounds. His hands easily lifted the long gown, unveiling soft, golden skin, now almost perfect with barely noticeable shapes of past bruises. Without thinking, he kneels on the bed in front of the elf and lifts his hips up easily. Elrond moaned, surprised, looking at him with eyes wide open when Adar started to kiss and bite his belly and side. He wanted to mark him. He wanted to bruise his body with love and need.

It was dark, disgusting- 

“Adar,” Elrond called him in a breaking voice, squeezing bedding in his hands. His dick shivered, hardening more and more with every next second. “Adar-”

“You are so beautiful, let me not only own you, let me devour you.”

It was his hunger, his dark despair controlling him, but he wasn’t able to hide it any longer, not in such a moment, not with such a sweet man lying under him. 

He left a few more bites on the golden skin, involuntarily scratching his precious elf with teeth. 

Painful moan was like a bucket of cold water. He carefully put slender body down onto the bedding and made a distance between them, taking a few deep, calming breaths.

He had hurt Elrond. Not just mark him or bruise his golden skin. He bit him till blood. It should never-

Young elf had crawled to him and embraced his face with hands.

“Why did you stop?” He asked, confused. His clear, grey eyes watched Adar’s face worriedly. “Did I do something wrong?” 

“I hurt you,” he whispered in a harsh voice. “I made you bleed.”

“I felt good,” Elrond said with blush darkening on his cheeks. “I believe you would make me even better. Please?”

“What if I’ll hurt you more?” He wanted to own him, but not to hurt him. He didn’t want to be the reason for his new pain. 

“I don’t want to worry about it now. Just come to me,” Elrond kissed his mouth sweetly. “Please, devour me.”

“You should be cautious with your words-”

“I trust you,” more little kisses brushed Adar’s cheeks and chin. An elf carefully slid down, licking his pulse with the tongue tip. 

Adar groaned and put hands on curvy hips, squeezing them in his big hands. He brought Elrond so near that their bodies were squeezed together, separated only with clothes. His lover continued kisses, searching for all the places he was able to reach. It was cute and so innocent. Adar felt his growing arousal, focused on such little details as Elrond’s mouth on his neck and fingers trying to unbutton his shirt.

“So determined,” he murmured. His hands found a way to the edges of a long gown and he lifted it up, listening to the sound of material tearing. “If you sure I- I will give you everything,” he whispered into a golden arm, and then brushed the soft place on the base of his neck with his teeth. An elf sighed, shivering softly. 

When Adar bit him, his lover moaned sweetly, just slightly painful. Adar kissed and licked the mark for a while to ease the uncomfortable feeling. Curvy hips pressed against him, the elf's dick was hard against his body.

“You seem to like it,” he noticed curiously. He pushed the younger one down, naked as he was for a few long days under his care. For these days he dreamed about a time to explore the golden body, to touch it longer and longer. Now it was all for him. Honey gold, sweet feast. He looked into Elrond’s open, grey eyes and found them slightly misty from the need and full of trust. An elf watched him, when he was throwing away his own, black robes. Grey eyes admired him and all of his scars which Adar was usually hiding. When he leaned down, kneeling above his lover, they both were naked. He pressed himself against Elrond, squeezing their bodies skin to skin. Slender fingers tangled into his hair, drawing him back to the next kiss every time they needed to end the previous one. Elrond tried to rule this intense caress, but Adar dominated his tongue quickly with his own and returned to explore the elf’s mouth with his whole hunger. Their hips were moving, waved like the hanging bridges, their hard dicks were rubbing against each other between their stomachs. It was not the best part yet, but it was surprisingly pleasurable. 

“Okay, Elrond, time for something better,” he whispered into wet, soft mouth. “I’ll get the oil, you will open your legs for me.”

His lover nodded immediately. When Adar stood up, an elf lay more comfortably on bed, really opening his legs as much as he was able to. Exposed like this he looked like a good wife ready for her husband. He would be a very precious wife. 

Adar returned to him with a little bottle of oil. Before he started, he put a pillow under Elrond’s hips.

“Trust me, it will make you feel more comfortable.”

He started slow, he didn’t want to ruin it for his inexperienced lover. His finger, shiny from a sweet scented oil, brushed a little, tight hole up and down, massaging it rim. He waited for long minutes until Elrond’s muscles relaxed enough to receive an intruder. First finger slowly entered the warm insides. He felt pressure around it. It was good. Really good. He could imagine how amazing it will be, when he’ll put his dick into an elf's virgin hole.

“It’s good, Elrond?” he asked.

“Strange,” the younger man murmured, looking down with pure fascination. 

Adar moved his hand, massaging silky, delicate muscles until they started to receive his care better and easier. One finger was not enough anymore, so he slid two instead. 

“And what now?” He murmured, opening and closing fingers like scissors. “Better?”

“Yes-” he agreed, nodding with his head immediately. “It’s… I feel… open?” He tried to explain. 

Adar smiled and focused on preparations. He listened to his lover's voice when unsure humming and murmurs changed into first sweet moans. After many tries he found a prostate and Elrond took a very deep breath, shivering from the sensation.

“What-”

“Again?” He offered, pressing against a prostate second time.

Elrond moaned, little droplets of precome leaked down his dick like snowy white pearls.

“Again-” he begged, looking at Adar with need. “Please!”

He leaned down, kissing younger one eagerly, when he started to fuck his shivering, delicate tunnel with three fingers. He did it faster, more intensely, to give his dear lover the taste of pleasure he will feel next. An elf moaned and begged, swaying with his hips in search of even more stimuli.

“Good,” he whispered into a plushy, little mouth. “You are ready. Right? You can take me-”

“I can,” he promised immediately. “I can, I can, Adar-”

He sat on his knees between Elrond’s thighs. Younger man looked at him, at his dick, while Adar used oil to make it slippery. 

Virgin hole of an elf, even pretty well stretched by him, was still very tight. Adar needed to go slow. He heard about women and inexperienced young men involuntary clenching on their lovers and stuck this way for a long time until they were able to relax. He didn’t want to end this way, trapped into a tight, lovely hole.  

First half was quite easy or at least easy enough to not disturb Elrond too much. He was breathing hard and squeezing the bedding, but his face or eyes remained relaxed. Only the slightest furrow of dark eyebrows was a sign that being filled could be uncomfortable or demanding.

“Halfway in you, my dear,” he whispered, trying to hide how fast was his heartbeat and how much his dark needs were growing with every second. “You are amazing, being inside is so good. I want to make it good for you too,” he reminded. “Do you want to wait a while? I can,” he promised. He probably would never be able to wait, but- “I can wait-”

But Elrond immediately neglected this offer. He nervously embraced Adar with golden legs and even crossed them behind his body. Greedy, sweet man. Need and despair was flickering like stars in his eyes. 

Adar started to move slightly, trying to help his lover relax more and get used to the pressure, which was stretching and opening him more.

The slow rocking of his hips allowed him to slide all the way in. Excitement crackled under his skin, and he could hear it in the loud hum of his blood and the rumbling of his heart. His groin almost ached with need, he barely controlled himself to not just reach in the soft tunnel as fast as possible, as deep as possible, in search of highest pleasure. As if in prize for being good, Elrond squeezed him so well, embracing him from all sides with his soft muscles. Elrond's breathing was loud and heavy, his skin tinged with a voluminous blush, and his eyes glazed over from the tears he had managed to forget already. He clutched the bedclothes as if a sheet and a few blankets were the price of his life. His heart and his blood were as loud as Adar’s. 

Adar succumbed to temptation and pressed his face against the sensitive, delicate skin on lover’s neck. Fast pulse fluttered under his lips as he placed the kisses and hooked his teeth carefully into the golden flesh.

His lover's intermittent breaths and small spasms were clear enough to be deciphered. Elrond was a hair's breadth away from orgasm, his body was already oversensitive and delicate. When Adar looked down, the younger one’s cock dripped droplets of precome onto his wet belly.

Another kiss landed where the elf's heart was beating beneath the skin. As bright and good as himself, no doubt. It was probably delicious. The greatest feast of all the times, carefully placed in a safe cage of Elrond’s ribs.

Adar closed a hand on one of the curved hips and started to move. He had no hope for either of them, so he created a deep, steady rhythm, sliding out only halfway and immediately pressing back in until their bodies collided with a damp sound.

"Adar-” Elrond's voice, delightful, almost unintelligible, sent a pleasant shiver along his spine. The elf managed to raise his hands and grab him, weaving his fingers through the tumbled hair, between beads and feathers. The pain of tugged skin and pulled hair aroused Adar far more than he could ever say out loud. He groaned, biting the golden skin in front of him until he heard a loud, shocked cry. Muscles tightened, fluttering spasmodically around his cock, and he came. Sucking the sweet, thick blood he felt in his mouth, he ended inside, filling his lover to the brims. Elrond trembled beneath and around him, catching feverish, raptured breaths. He looked as if just a kiss would send him to heaven.

Adar wrapped his fingers around a slender cock and his precious lover ejaculated on his own belly with. 

 

“I am sorry,” he was barely able to focus, but he felt bad for a deep mark of his teeth on a golden skin. It looked as if he really wanted to eat the golden heart underneath.

“Just keep me like this,” murmured Elrond half consciously, hugging his head to Adar’s arm. Bed was dirty and they were too, but it doesn’t matter now, in their last hours together before the elf will return to his family and home. Adar embraced him tighter under the warm, thick blanket.

“Okay,” he agreed almost voicelessly. “I will, my little tra-la-la-ly.”

Tired Elrond just laughed weakly, brushing Adar’s neck with his hot breath. 

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Continuation:

Mothking and Nightingale

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 74 of LOTR / Silm 🔞🔞🔞