Topic: Alphabet Games
O. overweening (over-ween'ing) a.: arrogant
Elrond looked up from the work he was absorbed in to stare into dark eyes, "Yes, Erestor?"
"The work day is done."
Elrond smiled faintly, "Thank you, Erestor, but I think that I will finish these papers before I retire."
The dark eyes narrowed slightly and Erestor moved closer to the desk, propping a narrow hip against it nonchalantly, "Glorfindel tells me that you want me."
Elrond's quill froze on the paper. He looked up again. This time the midnight eyes were unreadable. "Does he now?"
`He does. Does he lie?"
The quill was put down, "He does not."
Erestor pursed his lips, gray eyes followed the movement, "What do you desire about me, my Lord?"
"What is not to desire?"
"That is not an answer."
Elrond stood and walked around to stand in front of his advisor and long time friend, "I admire your intelligence, I adore the way you chew your bottom lip before a meeting...making it plump, red, swollen. I dream of running my fingers through your hair and I wonder what you taste like nightly."
"You wonder about my taste?"
Black lashes lowered, "Then taste me, my Lord."
Elrond drew the slight body into his embrace, hardly able to credit that this was truly happening. He thoroughly explored every moist crevice, chasing Erestor's flavor, insatiable for it. It was a long while before the two elves broke apart, panting.
"Where else may I taste you?" Elrond slid a hand lightly down the front of the darker elf's robe, coming to a stop at the juncture of his thighs.
Erestor gasped, "What about Glorfindel?"
Elrond smiled against ruby lips, "Think of it as a humbling experience to help him with his overweening attitude and overly large ego."
Erestor leaned in for another kiss, "I can live with that."
Glorfindel fidgeted impatiently in his room. Elrond was late and he had had a bad day. Someone was going to pay for it too and if Elrond did not appear in the next five seconds it was going to be him. Just before he could work himself into a murderous fury, Elrond stepped through the door. Glorfindel crossed his arms and huffed slightly. Elrond smiled at him.
"Aww, sweetie, do not be mad. I have a gift for you."
Glorfindel perked up, "A gift?"
Elrond held out his arms, "Come, kiss me."
Glorfindel moved into the circle and kissed the half elf, "You taste...different. Where have you been?" He pulled back to frown slightly, storm clouds gathering behind sky blue eyes.
Elrond just pulled him back, "With Erestor. Kiss me, again."
Glorfindel frowned, puzzled, but kissed him again, "The taste is somewhat familiar." Elrond hummed. "With Erestor?"
Elrond's eyes twinkled as the light bulb went off in the warrior's head and Glorfindel attacked his mouth with fervor, trying to suck every trace of Erestor from his mouth. Elrond finally had to pry him off, so he could breathe. "Slow down, Glorfindel. There is more where that came from."
Blue eyes wide with excitement, "When can I get some?"
Tomorrow the Letter P.
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