Outwardly, nothing had changed. They still went through their morning ritual of distancing themselves from their mated bond. They still took pains not to touch each other in any way that could be deemed unseemly in front of others. And they still made sure their gazes did not linguer, lest they become lost in one another's eyes. Yet, while their forced restrain in public remained a torturous burden, their private time had changed in ways that still had them reeling from joy.
Elrond had ordered the twins' belongings moved into the quarters he, himself, had used before bonding with his beloved Celebrian. The chambers were only slightly larger than the ones Elladan and Elrohir had shared all their lives, but they had one priceless feature..
When the Peredhel Lord had first began construction on the Last Homely House, he had needed a dry, yet well-vented safe place in which to house his burgeoning collection of books. And so, he had had a chamber excavated right into the side of the cliff, accessible only through a hidden door located inside his personal quarters. The large, domed-shaped room had been masterfully wrought by the same contingency of dwarven stone workers who had created the bridge leading to the main courtyard. And like the bridge, the rounded chamber was solid, beautiful and most importantly...
Soundproof.
The brothers wasted no time in turning this secret chamber into a sensual retreat. With the help of Glorfindel and Melpomaen, they brought in and assembled one of the beautiful large beds that had been all but forgotten in one of the storage rooms. Plush, cream-colored bedding, a table and chairs, a divan, sumptious rugs, elaborate candleholders and wall sconces that held a myriad of tapers, completed the hideaway. This utterly private haven allowed the twins to linguer in each other's arms in a way that they had never before been able to experience while in the ' Waking World'. A treat that they were fully savoring in this lazy, late afternoon.
Their powerful, yet lithe bodies lay on their sides, inverted to one another in languorous, rippling sensuality as their sable-crowned heads bobbed up and down in erotic rythm.
It was delicious, to taste each other thus. To feel themselves engulfed in wet heat, while at the same time their mouths were filled by satin hardness. They teased pearly drops of essense from one another with their flickering tongues, their locked eyes glazed with pleasure as each gazed upon the mirror-image of their sexual act. As one, their tongues then travelled down to lap at the other's tightened sacks and they moaned in unison at the exquisite sensation, before once again turning their attention upwards to suck greedily on each other's pulsing shafts.
For a long time, they lay like that. Until, at last, Elladan could take no more. Moving away, he looked at his brother with such intensity, that Elrohir almost came undone just from the wave of raw desire that roiled in his loins at being the object of that stare. The need to be taken, to surrender, overpowered him and he moaned softly as his eyes showed his plea.
Elladan continued to gaze down at him. Had there ever been a sight more beautiful than this?... His brother, his twin, his mate, lost in wanton submission. The very thought of it fanned the flames of Elladan's own need to claim, to possess, and he willingly let it burn through out his whole body.
" On your knees." He growled.
Elrohir's pupils dilated as he rushed to comply. He loved it when his twin showed this dominant side. His cock began to drip as he braced himself on his forearms, while spreading his thighs as wide as they could go. Elladan placed one hand between his younger brother's shoulder blades and pushed down until Elrohir's cheek lay flat on the pillow below, making his backside curve enticingly upwards and fully exposing his tight place for the elder twin's perusal.
It was an exquisitely vulnerable position and Elrohir's fingers dug into the bedcovers beside his head, as he struggled to remain still. Elladan moved to kneel behind him and watched, with a feral glint, as his twin's entrance puckered and released with gentle spasms of anticipation. Elrohir heard his brother uncap the phial of oil and his whole being tingled as he waited to be claimed. He felt a hand come to rest upon his back, then slowly move to caress one of his upturned globes as Elladan began to speak.
" Do you know what the sight of you like this does to me?." He asked. " Do you know how I ache for you?. How I want to watch your pink entrance widen around my cock as I breach it, until I am fully buried within your tight heat?..."
Elladan trailed an oiled finger down the cleft of his brother's parted buttocks, letting the tip of it rest against the very entrance he spoke of. Then he began to rub on the tiny hole with a maddeningly slow, circular motion as he continued, his voice almost guttural.
" Do you want that Elrohir?... Do you want me to take you?... Do you want to feel my hardness hit your core as I ride you ever-faster?... Do you want me to spill deep inside you, to mark you with my essence, to claim you as mine once more?..."
Elrohir's knuckles had gone white as he tore at the bedcovers, his teeth bitting into the pillow in a vain attempt to muffle his continued moans. His body had become a mass of throbbing need that was consuming him completely, and he sobbed from the sheer force of it. Then, just when he thought he could not take another moment of this excrutiating sensual torture, he felt Elladan's finger slide inside. He started to push back against it, his way of begging for another, begging for more, begging...
And Elladan answered his plea. He took his own cock, now impossibly hard, and poised the tip where his finger had just been.
" Is this what you want gwenneth?. Tell me! Let me hear your voice!." Elladan's own was a raw growl of need.
" Aaaah!... Valar!... Yes, Elladan!...Yes!... Take me!... Saes...Take me!.....Aaaaaah!.."
Elladan had plunged in.
Neither wanted to pause, their desire was too overwhelming. Elladan grabbed hold of his twin's hips and rammed into him over and over again, his whole body given over to the rough motion. His head was thrown back, hair swaying, eyes closed and lips parted as he cried out his pleasure. Elrohir braced onto his hands again, eagerly meeting Elladan's plundering stroke-for-stroke, his own head thrown back as he joined in his twin's guttural cries of ecstasy.
It was wild in it's intensity, this joining. For it was their release from all those years..nay, centuries, of forced silence. And both reveled in it, loudly proclaiming their love and desire for one another within the safety of the stone sanctuary that surrounded them. Faster and faster they went, rushing towards the pinnacle. Elrohir's hand moved to fist his own hardness, pumping it furiously as his brother's thrusts became erratic.
There was a single moment of suspension...
Then the two halves of their shared fea literally slammed toguether and the twins were engulfed by a brilliant white light as they screamed their completion. On and on it went, this incandescent pleasure that was uniquely their own, until it gently faded as the two collapsed on the bed. Elladan lay atop his beloved twin's back, blanketing his body as they panted in exhaustion. After their breathing becalmed, Elladan moved his lips over Elrohir's pointed ear.
" Mine, meleth nin... You will ever be mine." He whispered.
" Aye, yours..." Elrohir sighed, contentedly.
Then the two closed their eyes and basked in the afterglow of their love...
TBC...