Knots

“I have you at my mercy now,”  Elrohir murmured as he tied the last silken scarf in place.  He sat back and gazed down at the results of his handiwork.  Legolas was spread naked and willing upon the bed, his wrists tied to the bars of the bed head, his green eyes pine-dark with desire.

Legolas writhed, testing his restraints unsuccessfully, but gave his lover a slow, sensuous smile.  “You think so?”

Elrohir nodded with satisfaction.  “I know I do,” he said smugly.  “I know that when I do this,” – starting at Legolas’s ear, he placed a series of light kisses along his neck and down his throat, humming slightly – “you cannot resist me.  I know that when I do this,” – he swirled his tongue over a dark nipple, then blew on it, forcing a low groan from Legolas – “you will soon be begging me to take you.  And I know that when I do this,” – he nipped gently with his teeth, then bit a little harder – “I will make you scream my name as you come.”

Legolas moaned deep in his throat at the exquisite sensations Elrohir was provoking in him. “You seem to know a lot.  More than is good for you, I guess,” he gasped.  He writhed again, then gave a sudden grin of triumph.  “But did you know that you cannot tie knots, my love?”  With a sudden deft twist, he slipped one wrist free of the scarf binding him and turned, pinning Elrohir beneath him.  “Now I have you at my mercy,”  he breathed.  “Now who will scream and beg to be taken?” 

Elrohir stared up at his partner.  The tables had been turned very swiftly, and his wrists were now held firmly above his head, held in Legolas’s strong grip.  In the next instant his legs were pushed apart unceremoniously, and Legolas leaned down, covering his mouth in a hard kiss as he thrust in deeply.  Elrohir gasped at the sudden invasion, and bit back a cry of rapture at Legolas’s passionate fervour.

As Legolas thrust again, Elrohir arched against him, forcing Legolas deeper, and wrapped his legs around Legolas’s waist, holding him there.  Legolas’s moan was muffled, and with another hard, deep thrust he came with a sobbing cry.  Elrohir felt the hard spurt as Legolas’s seed filled him, then he too was calling Legolas’s name, shuddering as his own orgasm shook him.

Afterwards, they lay together, gasping, Legolas still buried deeply in his body, his not quite sated length still twitching slightly.  Elrohir turned his head slightly, running his tongue over Legolas’s ear, smiling as he felt Legolas’s shaft stir again inside him.   “I knew you would not be able to resist me,”  he murmured.  “I told you that I would make you scream my name.”

Legolas raised his head, still a little dazed.  “You mean – you planned that?”

Elrohir nodded with deep satisfaction. “Oh yes – I planned that all along.”  He grinned.  “Do you really think I cannot tie knots securely?”

The End