Title: Private Festivities
Author: Ruiniel (asianfire_637@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Escaping a boring banquet, Aragorn and Legolas decide to have their own
party. That’s it, just sex, smut, and VERY submissive Legolas.
Disclaimer: As much as I would love Aragorn and Legolas for *special* toys, they
never were mine and never will be. Everything is owned by Mr. Tolkien save the plot.
Warning : slight kink, PWP
Authors Note : This is my first fic. After reading many, many, many slash stories, I
have finally decided to make my own. Please be kind in feedback and I hope ya’ll
enjoy. This takes place after the Return of the King. Also, Arwen doesn’t exist and
if she did, she and Aragorn wouldn’t be married.

 

The party was tedious: full of drones that kept talking and talking. Aragorn hated
the job of king. He had to stay during these mindless events when all he wanted was
to do was spend time with his lover, Legolas. He finally had enough and rose from
his seat. The king maintained eye contact with the elf and gave a discreet
“come-hither” gesture with his finger. Legolas gave a sly smile and rose from his
seat as well.

 

Legolas giggled softly as he followed Elessar away from the banquet and into their
large, royal bedroom. He, too, was glad to get away from everyone as he was
 getting quite aroused since his lover was running his hands over his thigh
throughout the night. 

 

Once inside the room, Aragorn shut the door behind them and locked it. He and
Legolas’ hearing were heavy with desire. The man pushed the other onto the bed and
lowered himself upon the lithe body. He was tempted to rip off their clothes
unceremonially and just take the lusty figure beneath him, but decided to draw their
lovemaking out. 

 

“I rather prefer being here with you having our own private festivities, don’t you?”
Aragorn said.

 

“Oh yes. I suppose the old king can still throw a worthy party?” Legolas replied,
teasing the man.

 

Aragorn slowly kissed the elf. Legolas’ arms wrapped around his neck and moaned
wantonly. The king took this opportunity to insert his tongue into the elf’s mouth.
They battled, lost in each other’s saliva, tasting every inch. The prince moaned
again and pushed his hips up and whimpered, looking for any physical contact.

 

“Please!” he whimpered.

 

Aragorn just smiled and let his hands wander over the still clothed body. “We need
to take these off…” he mumbled.

 

“Yes, yes, take those off. Please….” Legolas was obviously too lost in want.

 

Finally, after what seemed like ages to the elf, Aragorn reached the waistband of
the tight leggings. Slowly, the king pulled the pants down, lower and Lower, until
Legolas’ beautiful elven erection popped out. Aragorn discarded the leggings,
unsheathing long legs, but made no attempt to touch his lover’s need.

 

Legolas moaned. He tried thrusting his hips up again desperately, but to no avail as
Aragorn just smiled and shook his head. He bent down for another kiss and his hands
wandered along the slim legs, rubbing the thighs. Then, he began untying the laces
to Legolas’ tunic, slowly. Lifting the shirt above his head, the elf was finally
fully naked, basking in the warm light. Aragorn could never get tired of looking at
the pale, lovely body beneath him, writhing with need. The elf reached up and tried
to untie the man’s own leggings, but Aragorn just moved away. Legolas groaned in
frustration.

 

Aragorn walked to the bedside drawer and retrieved the a phial of oil and a pair of
soft leather handcuffs. He made sure that Legolas didn’t see the latter yet, as he
wanted to surprise him.

 

He made his way back to the bed and sat down. Finally, he showed Legolas the
handcuffs and he smiled at the thought of a beautiful, naked Legolas, writhing and
completely in his power. The elf got a mischievous look in his eyes and let Aragorn
strap him to the bed. They had done this several times before. Legolas loved being
the submissive one, he loved being tied up and punished by his rough yet gentle
lover.

 

With the prince tied up, Aragorn stood in front of him but without reach and began
taking off his tunic as well. Legolas groaned as he saw the man’s chest, strong and
built. He was darker than he was, and looked a lot more masculine with a bit of hair
sprinkled on his body. The man’s arms were muscular and god knows what he could do
with those course and seductive hands.

 

Then the king untied the laces to his pants, which were tight with his arousal and
let it drop to the ground. Slight relief flooded him as his large, hard cock escaped
the confining black leather. He climbed onto the bed beside the elf and they kissed
again. It was a very passionate kiss, filled with much desire. Aragorn began licking
the Legolas’ jaw and slid lower down to his neck. The prince of Mirkwood moaned.
‘His moans will be the death of me’ Aragorn thought as he began kissing the hot,
lithe chest. He came upon a small brown nipple and attacked it with tongue and
teeth. Legolas moaned louder and tried to struggle against the bedposts.

 

Aragorn's mouth dropped lower over his stomach, lips dragging along the way. He
reached his destination: Legolas' cock was pale, and smooth, and perfect, very much
like the elf himself. Aragorn flicked his tongue upon the tip and then enclosed his
mouth upon it as his lover whimpered softly, encouraging him to go on. He took the
whole erection into his mouth and sucked as though his life depended on it. The
prince's whimpers turned into full fledged moans. The king continued his
ministrations until he was sure Legolas was about to come and then pulled away.

 

He looked at Legolas, who was looking at him questioningly. His beautiful elven face
was flushed and his chest was heaving. Aragorn held out the phial of oil and the
elf's eyes suddenly grew very wide at the prospect of being filled with the man's
twitching shaft, which was dripping with precum. It was very hard  with need since
it has been neglected for a while.

 

The man pushed Legolas' long legs apart gently. He put oil on his fingers and
reached between the crease of his buttocks and circled the entrance. Legolas moaned,
desire clearly shown in his eyes. The ranger eased one into the tight opening and
wiggled it around. He relished in his lover crying out in bliss. Aragorn then
inserted another finger and pushed in deeper, finding the elf's prostate and rubbing
his fingers there. The elf moaned even louder as pleasure filled every nerv of his
body. His mind was in haze and he could think of nothing else but Aragorn's
preparations.

 

"Please! Take me now! Aragorn...."

 

The king took out his fingers and Legolas was slightly dissappointed until Aragorn
began spreading oil onto his penis. He felt something hard against his entrance. 

 

"Are you sure you want this, love?" He leant down gave the elf a chaste kiss.

 

"Yes...yes..."

 

Aragorn pushed himself into the welcoming tightness and groaned. He had experienced
it many times, but he never grew tired of it. Legolas had lifted his legs and placed
them atop his shoulders for comfort. 

 

Nothing could be more pleasurable to Legolas as the feel of becoming one with the
man he loved. As Aragorn pushed inside him, he shouted in bliss. Although there was
a bit of pain, he did not mind as  he knew what was to come.

 

Aragorn pulled out and then thrust back in. He soon gained a steady rhythm and
reangled himself so he could continually hit Legolas' prostate. Pleasuring his lover
was just as important as pleasuring himself. 

 

"Yes......oh YES! Aragorn! Harder, harder!" the elf ordered.

 

The king complied and his thrusts began to get shorter but harder. He was afraid
that he was tearing something within his love, but didn't care at the moment.
Aragorn reached down and took Legolas' cock in his large hand and stroked it along
with his crazy thrusts. Legolas moaned the loudest from the combined pleasure of
being filled and stroked. 

 

"AHH! By the Valar, Aragorn!" the prince shouted, not caring who heard as he came.
His seed rushed out of his cock and flowed down his lover's hand and onto his
stomach, thighs, and bed.

 

The elf's ass squeezed even tighter on his shaft and he grunted as he too came
within the delicious body. Fatigue overtook him and he leaned down on Legolas. He
gave Legolas a kiss on the forehead and took out his softened cock. Aragorn then
remembered the leather handcuffs and set the elf free again. He gathered Legolas
into his arms, who snuggled closer in bliss. They kissed softly, the need now
relieved.

 

"So...how did you like the party, love?" The king asked

 

"The funnest I've ever been to!" Legolas replied.

 

Aragorn laughed as his love laid his head onto his chest and they fell to sleep
together.

 

FINIS

A/N: yay! I finished my first fic. I am now officially an author!