Battles Lost and Won

Chapter 12

Aragorn fell back onto the mattress, pulling Legolas with him. They lay together, laughing breathlessly, the elf's long body lying on his chest as their eyes took in each other's features.

Long blond hair flowed over delicately strong shoulders to caress the man's cheeks and throat, as deft fingers did to his body.

They kissed again before Legolas sat up, his knees flanking Aragorn's hips as he smoothed his hands over his chest, blue eyes taking in every inch as if it was his first time looking. Perfect teeth bit into the pale lower lip as a small smile crept onto his beautiful face. Aragorn grinned.

"Enjoying the view..?" he asked softly, running his hands over Legolas' thighs and up to his hips as he joined him in his lofty position, pressing their lips together before Legolas could reply. His arms wrapped around the slender waist and pulled him as close as he could, their tongues writhing in hot mouths. Legolas moaned into their kiss, his arms snaking around Aragorn's neck, hands buried in the dark hair.

Legolas pulled away first, panting, his lips kiss-swollen and wet. Aragorn grinned at him, panting too, pushing his hands down, then up so they slid beneath his husband's shirt, touching the warm skin with rough hands. Legolas gasped ever so softly at the touch, looking like he may finish just from that tiniest of touches.

"Aragorn…I have missed your hands…" he whispered, sadness in his lust-clouded eyes.

"I have missed using them…" he replied with a grin, delighted when a smile appeared on his ever so pretty face. Blue eyes met dark and they kissed again. One of Legolas' hands disentangled itself from Aragorn's locks and moved it down between their bodies, pulling at the ties of Aragorn's shirt so it opened to his chest, where his hand moved over the sculpted muscles and hard nipples.

Before Aragorn could remove himself from the cloud of lust filling his mind, he felt warm fingers encircle his manhood, which had been pressing insistently on his breeches. He broke the kiss to gasp against Legolas' cheek, his nose pressed into the elf's temple as he breathed in the sweet scent of his hair and lost his mind to the skill of his hand. Legolas hummed a small sound of happiness and kissed his husband's throat, listening to the moans of his pleasure. He wanted nothing more than to make Aragorn feel good, try to make up for his own selfishness, but Aragorn soon began to pleasure Legolas as well.

Their lips found each other as large, warm hands went down to Legolas' firm, rounded buttocks, massaging them slowly. Legolas purred into the kiss, pressing himself back into the touch. Aragorn grinned, slipping his fingers into his breeches to touch his hole, feeling it twitch beneath his fingertips. He moved his other hand between them, releasing Legolas' erection from its fabric prison. They both gasped, their leaking heads touching suddenly, their heat and hardness together becoming almost too much. They both ceased their touches, taking a moment to recover before their eyes met, and they grinned at each other.

"I feel we may need to hurry up…" Legolas said, his voice breathy and blue eyes misty. Aragorn grinned, nodding. He shifted them both, and Legolas lay down on the bed, wriggling out of his breeches. Aragorn grinned, standing up to do the same. They removed each other's shirts, Aragorn settling himself between his husband's long legs, kissing him deep and slow. Their hips moved against each other, the heat and friction causing them both to moan and buck. "Ahh…Aragorn… Please…I need you inside me..!" Legolas panted, his trembling hands on his husband's shoulders.

"Yes…yes, of course." Aragorn panted, kissing him again before standing up. Legolas leaned up on his elbows, watching Aragorn's cock bob amusingly between his legs as he walked back from the dresser, a small glass jar in his hand. He dipped his fingers into the cool, delicately scented lotion. It was a fruity concoction from Mirkwood's market, the merchant had grinned knowingly when he bought it from her.

He looked up at Legolas, who was posing extremely provocatively, probably for his own amusement. He was sitting up, his back arched, his long blond hair draped luxuriously down his spine, his long golden legs drawn up to his chest, his head back as he smirked at his husband. Aragorn sighed deeply, making Legolas laugh.

Aragorn went back to him, pulling his legs apart to settle himself between them again, looking into each other's eyes. Legolas lay back down diligently, parting his legs further, biting his bottom lip as he watched Aragorn's lotion covered fingers reach between them. He gasped when the wetness met his twitching hole, the sound becoming a moan when two thick fingers pushed inside him. He was tight, very tight, and it made him sad that they had not been intimate in so long. Aragorn leaned over him, reclaiming his lips as he worked to open him enough to enter, not wanting to hurt him after so long. Legolas moaned liberally, his hips lifting to meet the fingers as they moved inside, bucking and gasping when a third one entered him.

"A-Aragorn…hurry, please…!" he gasped, breaking the kiss before he lost himself to pleasure. Aragorn grinned, not ceasing his movements.

"What would you like me to do, my love?" he asked, kissing the elf's collarbone and nibbling his nipples. Perhaps he could play with Legolas, a little, as punishment.

"Please…" the elf keened, his legs moving restlessly, hands holding the bedsheets tightly, Aragorn's fingers knowing exactly where to touch to drive him insane. Aragorn continued to not understand, licking the elf's nipples and teasingly barely ghosting over the bundle of nerves inside Legolas. "Please…!" Legolas cried.

"What, my darling? I don't know what you want unless you tell m-"

"Fuck me, Aragorn…! Fuck me until I scream!" Legolas finally conceded, panting, breathless, open. Aragorn grinned, pulled out his fingers and covered his aching cock in the same fruity lotion. He pulled Legolas' hips to rest on his own thighs, bending his back, leaning over him dominatingly. He caught Legolas' hand in his own, interlocking their fingers as he kissed them, before thrusting himself completely inside the beautiful creature. Legolas screamed, cumming instantly. Aragorn could not contain himself, the sight pushing over the edge as he filled Legolas with his seed. It was mere seconds before he was moving again, stroking Legolas' own rehardened member, their bodies alive with sensation, both moaning and screaming. Aragorn felt mad, his mind vibrating with pleasure, every muscle overstimulated and incredibly aroused.

After their second orgasms, Aragorn pulled Legolas up to sit in his lap, bouncing the blond elf up and down. Legolas bit Aragorn's neck, and Aragorn moaned deeply, clutching and clawing at Legolas' arse. Then Legolas pushed him down onto his back and proceeded to fuck himself on Aragorn's impossibly hard cock, nails digging into Aragorn's chest, his face so erotic Aragorn had to stop himself climaxing yet again. Inside Legolas was slick with his own seed, the elf's chest glistened with sweat and his own pleasure, his long hair messy and tangled from their activities.

"Legolas…I love you so much…" Aragorn panted, staring up at him. The elf smiled, leaning to kiss him deeply, his hips still moving tirelessly.

"I love you, Aragorn…!" he panted when their lips finally parted, tears in his eyes. Aragorn sat up, wrapping his arms around the slender body and pressed them so close together, baring so deep inside Legolas, and they came yet again with their mouths interlocked, swallowing their own names.

They stayed there for a moment, shivering their ways through the afterglow. Aragorn lifted his head, pressed a kiss on Legolas' shoulder before collapsing onto his back in the pillows with a dazed smiled on his face. Legolas stayed where he was, savouring the feeling of Aragorn beginning to soften inside his own body, his eyes closed as he listened to their pounding hearts. He felt a hand take hold of his own and gently pull him forward to lie down along Aragorn's chest. They're eyes met and they smiled at each other, kissing warmly. Then Aragorn started to shift them both, attempting to remove himself from the elf but Legolas stopped him, smiling. Aragorn smirked, not needing him to say why, and they fell asleep like that, connected.

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