Title: Five Senses: Just a Taste
Author: Deathangelgw  
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com  
Disclaimer: Sadly, they are not mine, but if they were…bwahaha…  
Warnings: PWP, AU, POV, slash, sap, hints of lemon.  
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor  
Rating: Soft R for what the content is about! -.-;;  
Summary: Glorfindel's view on what he does for his lover.  
Thanks to MA for the beta!  
A/N: This came to me, strangely of all things, while I was writing up bills! 
Go figure! You could say one of dear Say Aye’s pics very lightly 
influences it. I wuv you dahling! *snickers* Enjoy and reviews are nice!  
 
I love the taste of my love. You are most likely wondering what I am 
speaking of, so I shall elaborate. His scent, his taste, his very essence…all 
of it intoxicates me to the point that I go insane if I do not have at least a 
small nibble. I love how he tosses his head as I wrap my tongue around a 
hard nipple; how he watches me with his dark eyes as I move my mouth 
along his twitching stomach, for he is very ticklish at times; how he lets 
out the smallest hint of a moan when I dip my tongue into his navel, 
swirling it just so as a teaser for what I long to do.  
 
But nothing gets me harder than when I lap at his member, earning a 
barely suppressed whimper from his kiss swollen lips. He is, usually, by 
then, clutching my head and pressing me down, but I adore playing with 
him. His sounds, his scent…his taste. I crave them all.  
 
Oh I love tasting other parts of him as well. There is a spot behind his 
knee that always gets a strangled sort of gasp from him that makes me 
shiver as I run my tongue along it. If I suckle there, he is writhing and 
arching, calling my name as if I am a god or some such. Nay, not a 
god…just his lover.  
 
Surprises are also a delight to me and I do it often. Out of the 
bath…coming from a meeting…just fresh from the bed…all of these I will 
search for and pull him aside. Just for a taste. Sometimes in the privacy of 
our rooms…and sometimes when we are near to being caught. In the 
cellar…in the library…in the kitchens…in the healing wing…all of these 
have I tasted him in and relished.  
 
Why do I do such things? For a taste of him and to hear his lips 
whispering my name in that darkness of passion, that sweetness of desire, 
that husky burst of delight that only he can lend to my name. My 
Erestor…I desire you and you alone. My darkness…my passion…my 
feast.  
 
~Fin