Title: The Taken Two 
Author: Nightley 
Author's Email: nicmaullin55@hotmail.com 
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Complete Plot-what-plot between the counselors. 
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, never will be.  
Authors Note: Right, this is actually something that 
popped into my head as I was (am) writing another longer 
Erestor/Glorfindel. It was just a bit of fun that I decided to write 
separately. Feedback is welcome but please be nice (I can beg if I have to) 
as it’s my first posting. 

*********

Panting softly he touched himself through the leggings that now felt 
uncomfortably tight. Watching the scene unfold was intoxicating. Quickly 
tugging at the laces he pushed his leggings down and took himself in hand…

Skin touched skin almost everywhere as one lay firmly over the other being 
pushed into the mattress. Hot mouths were closing over each other, hands 
stroking skin.

Hands cupped the soft globes of the one straddling. Gently kneading the white 
supple skin. Others tracing patterns down the soft flanks.

“So soft…”

“So delicious…”

A wicked grin before lips were once more co-claimed. Limbs were tangled and 
untangled, although no changing of place. One dominant, one submissive. 
Actions slowly becoming more and more desperate.

Strong supple legs finally parted and a body accepted into the space made.

“Mine…” 

“Yes…” 

Grinding down to feel hard flesh rub against his own. Trusting up to increase the 
friction. Slowly being driven mad with lust. Lips barely apart for long enough to 
breathe until a head was thrust into the neck of the other.

“Now…”

“Will… hurt…”

“Don’t… care” 

“Should… prepare…”

“Now!”

Placed weeping head of erection at tight opening, looking down for further 
permission. A nod. Jerked up with a hiss, being penetrated hard and fast.

“Oh…”

“My…”

Small gentle trusts carefully stretching the unprepared hot tight channel. Grip 
tightening on the soft globes, urging on.

A shift in angle causing untold pleasure, a soft cry breaking the panting silence. 
Fingers spread through long hair trailing over the pillow.

“Feel… so… good…”

“Harder!”

“Harder?”

“YES!”

Fingers clench in hair, fingers clench into skin. A thick rod of flesh trusting in 
and out of his body, muscles squeezing him mercilessly as he pumped into the 
welcoming warmth.

“Still… OK?”

“…..”

A quick shared grin before returning to thrill of feeling. Trusting harder and 
harder, feeling sanity slipping. Arching up to meet the flesh invading, head 
thrown back in intense pleasure. 

He was becoming frantic as he pulled on his throbbing flesh, knowing that a hard 
cock was being forced viciously into a tight rear. A flood of desire broke over 
him, warm semen spilling over his hand as he watched a hand disappear between 
the bodies.

“Like…?”

“Yes…”

A few hard pulls on a heavily weeping and throbbing cock and fluid splashed up 
his body. A quickening of thrusts before slamming brutally into the willing body, 
spilling his own semen into the tight hole he possessed.

“Mine…”

“Yes… mine!”

“Yes”

A tender smile shared before an equally tender kiss. Sleep claiming two as they 
lay still connected by a softening member.

Glad that he hadn’t been caught he slowly walked away into the night wondering 
if he’d ever get the chance to find that kind of passion. He smiled comforted that 
at least Erestor and Glorfindel had each other in these hard times.

/I wonder if Glorfindel ever claims his lover back/ Legolas thought idly.