Ficlet: Morning After
Jan. 15th, 2007 03:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zhieAthos asked if there was more of the previous, so I'm going through old files, looking for things unposted.
BTW, 'My Little Pony' goes with 'Exotic Erestor' and 'Curiosity', for those wanting more of that particular storyline.
The following is smut, pure smut, that was just sitting around waiting for a story to go with it. Since it's been there for a while, I figured, well, if I was going to do more with it, I would have by now, so here we are. NC17, Glorfindel&Erestor (though Erestor is never named, so you can always pretend it's some other elf with Glorfindel)
This was in part written as a responce piece (i did a number of those about a year or two ago) to seeing so many people write slash, and then have the one on top just stay in the one on bottom. But then, the next morning, it was like, business as usual.
Of course, I had to offer my opinion... only, that opinion got shuffled into files and lost. Oh well.. here it is now...
Another morning, and I awake in his embrace, side by side, our limbs intertwined. His breath I feel on the back of my neck, his hands on my stomach and in my hair, and still we are joined from the previous night. I feel him deep within me, and just the thought sends me over that first little hill, that initial wave of bliss I get every time he does this. Instead of removing himself after his release, he stays snuggly buried, limp until morning when dreams have renewed him and he is hard once more.
I always wake first, habit if nothing more, and I always have one short burst within me. I am unaroused physically when it happens, and no evidence can be seen, but I shudder and let out a little gasp as it hits. And that is what wakes him up.
“Good morning, I see,” he whispers, his kisses replacing the gentle puffs of air on my neck. I can only groan; his shifting buries him deeper.
My muscles clench, and he drapes his leg more securely over mine, in case I might have any thoughts of escaping. He should really know better by now. His fingers interlace with mine, holding me protectively as he nips at my ear and runs his tip of his tongue along my skin. “Go on then. Show me your strength. Let me feel your need.”
I oblige, knowing what he wants, knowing what I want. I close my eyes and concentrate on clenching my muscles around the hardness that fills me. Each contraction sends a rush through my entire body, each time I relax I grunt or groan, feeling the intrusion that penetrates me growing.
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Just like that.” Moments before his release, he cannot help but thrust a little, attempting to go just a bit deeper. He lets go of my hands, uses his for leverage, while mine claw into the pillow as I turn my head into it, crying out as I feel his warmth pump into me, spreading like some sinful delight, igniting my own fire within. His release frees mine, though again, the only evidence is trapped between us.
“Did you come?” he asks as always, his hand sliding over my hip, touching the spot on the bed that should be damp.
“You know I did,” I answer. I never scream like I do unless I mean it, and sweet Eru, I meant it.
“Sure, but...” His hand takes hold of me, fondling gently. “You never even got hard.”
“No need to.” My arms are embracing the pillow now, drawing it nearer. Sleep sounds wonderful once more. “Most of it is in your head anyway; the reaction, the release, is mostly in your mind and soul than in your body.”
He snuggles closer again, legs and arms tangling once more. The sheets are still clean, even from last night. If he pulls out of me, it will ruin the pristine state of the bed, so he remains within, still pulsing and twitching now and again. “Sure, sure. Next time, though, I expect a big, sloppy, juicy mess from you, even if it takes all night!”
“Whatever you desire,” I say, chuckling. At times like this, his youth in comparison to me peeks through, his playfulness. As I drift back to sleep, I wonder just what plans he has up his sleeve. If there is one thing Glorfindel is, it is resourceful. And if there are two things, it is resourceful and creative. Involuntarily I shudder as I slip into slumber, dreaming of our next delightful night of passion.
BTW, 'My Little Pony' goes with 'Exotic Erestor' and 'Curiosity', for those wanting more of that particular storyline.
The following is smut, pure smut, that was just sitting around waiting for a story to go with it. Since it's been there for a while, I figured, well, if I was going to do more with it, I would have by now, so here we are. NC17, Glorfindel&Erestor (though Erestor is never named, so you can always pretend it's some other elf with Glorfindel)
This was in part written as a responce piece (i did a number of those about a year or two ago) to seeing so many people write slash, and then have the one on top just stay in the one on bottom. But then, the next morning, it was like, business as usual.
Of course, I had to offer my opinion... only, that opinion got shuffled into files and lost. Oh well.. here it is now...
Another morning, and I awake in his embrace, side by side, our limbs intertwined. His breath I feel on the back of my neck, his hands on my stomach and in my hair, and still we are joined from the previous night. I feel him deep within me, and just the thought sends me over that first little hill, that initial wave of bliss I get every time he does this. Instead of removing himself after his release, he stays snuggly buried, limp until morning when dreams have renewed him and he is hard once more.
I always wake first, habit if nothing more, and I always have one short burst within me. I am unaroused physically when it happens, and no evidence can be seen, but I shudder and let out a little gasp as it hits. And that is what wakes him up.
“Good morning, I see,” he whispers, his kisses replacing the gentle puffs of air on my neck. I can only groan; his shifting buries him deeper.
My muscles clench, and he drapes his leg more securely over mine, in case I might have any thoughts of escaping. He should really know better by now. His fingers interlace with mine, holding me protectively as he nips at my ear and runs his tip of his tongue along my skin. “Go on then. Show me your strength. Let me feel your need.”
I oblige, knowing what he wants, knowing what I want. I close my eyes and concentrate on clenching my muscles around the hardness that fills me. Each contraction sends a rush through my entire body, each time I relax I grunt or groan, feeling the intrusion that penetrates me growing.
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Just like that.” Moments before his release, he cannot help but thrust a little, attempting to go just a bit deeper. He lets go of my hands, uses his for leverage, while mine claw into the pillow as I turn my head into it, crying out as I feel his warmth pump into me, spreading like some sinful delight, igniting my own fire within. His release frees mine, though again, the only evidence is trapped between us.
“Did you come?” he asks as always, his hand sliding over my hip, touching the spot on the bed that should be damp.
“You know I did,” I answer. I never scream like I do unless I mean it, and sweet Eru, I meant it.
“Sure, but...” His hand takes hold of me, fondling gently. “You never even got hard.”
“No need to.” My arms are embracing the pillow now, drawing it nearer. Sleep sounds wonderful once more. “Most of it is in your head anyway; the reaction, the release, is mostly in your mind and soul than in your body.”
He snuggles closer again, legs and arms tangling once more. The sheets are still clean, even from last night. If he pulls out of me, it will ruin the pristine state of the bed, so he remains within, still pulsing and twitching now and again. “Sure, sure. Next time, though, I expect a big, sloppy, juicy mess from you, even if it takes all night!”
“Whatever you desire,” I say, chuckling. At times like this, his youth in comparison to me peeks through, his playfulness. As I drift back to sleep, I wonder just what plans he has up his sleeve. If there is one thing Glorfindel is, it is resourceful. And if there are two things, it is resourceful and creative. Involuntarily I shudder as I slip into slumber, dreaming of our next delightful night of passion.
