"Are you two at it again?" came a loud masculine voice from the door of the bedroom. "How do you manage to still walk?"
Two sheepish looking grins stared back at him from the bed where Finduilas and Gwindor lay still entwined atop the covers.
"Jealous, Turin? Really, nothing is stopping you from jumping into bed with us…" Gwindor laughed, patting the side of the bed.
"Of all the audacity…" Turin replied, blushing furiously. "I simply came in here to inform you that a courier arrived with a letter for you. Eol awaits your reply downstairs in the Great Hall.
"A letter? That's odd…I wasn't expecting any correspondence…how interesting," Gwindor said thoughtfully, extracting himself from his lover's embrace and rolling out of bed to stand naked on the floor.
"For Heaven's sake, Gwindor…cover up, will you? My eyes will bleed," Turin muttered, covering said eyes with his hand.
"When did you become such a prude, Turin? I seem to remember a night not long ago when you stripped yourself naked and danced on my table during dinner!" Gwindor laughed.
"That was only after having imbibed a great deal of ale…and I'll thank you never to bring it up again."
"As memory serves me, it was up quite nicely all by itself!" Gwindor retorted, roaring with laughter. Finduilas snickered in a very unladylike manner into her hand, picturing the stoic man prancing about with his manhood on display for everyone at dinner to admire. She peeked over Gwindor's shoulder, staring at Turin's crotch, trying to picture it.
Turin caught her staring, and his hand flew to cover himself, even though he was fully clothed. "Look what you've done, Gwindor! Your Elfmaid is trying to undress me with her eyes!"
"And that would be a bad thing because…"
"Gwindor! Really…you Elves are the most promiscuous breed I've ever encountered! Worse than Dwarves! Worse than Hobbits!"
"We prefer to think of ourselves as 'lusty' not 'promiscuous," Gwindor replied, a bit haughtily. He approached Turin slowly, the sudden appearance of a feral glint in black haired Elf's eye alarming the man. "And you, Turin, are supposedly human…a breed well known for its lustful habits…"
Before the man could blink, Gwindor had him pressed against the wall, his hand rubbing wantonly against Turin's groin, his tongue down the Edain's throat.
"The letter…" Turin muttered, only half-heartedly trying to push the dark haired Elf away.
"…can wait…" Gwindor mumbled, attaching his lips to Turin's throat while his hands nearly ripped the tunic from the man's body. Turin's eyes rolled back in his head as the Elf laid a trail of wet kisses down his chest, his tongue teasing at the dusky nipples, before continuing down his flat stomach. Looking over Gwindor's shoulder, Turin groaned as he watched Finduilas pleasuring herself, watching the two males with avid interest. She arose from the bed, took Turin's hand and thrust it between her legs, moaning softly as his fingers dipped inside of her. She nearly bounced on his hand, riding his fingers shamelessly.
It was Gwindor's hot mouth as it descended on the now exposed length of Turin's Manhood that brought Turin's attention back to the Elf who knelt before him. Not being able to help himself, nor, to be truthful, really wanting to, the fingers of Turin's free hand fisted themselves in Gwindor's silky mane, his hips bucking into the Elf's mouth. Gwindor's teeth and tongue danced over the soft skin of Turin's shaft, teasing drops of precum from its tip, as the Elf's hands found work running themselves over the firm muscles of the Edain's thighs and buttocks.
Turin began to moan as he felt his release boil up, his throbbing erection exploding in the wet cavern of the Elf's mouth, the world behind his tightly closed eyes becoming a kaleidoscope of reds, blues, and yellows.
Sitting back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Gwindor smiled up at the tall man. "We'll just add this to the list of favors you owe me, Turin…" he chuckled.
Turin blushed furiously, annoyed with the Elf for his bold manner as well as himself for allowing the oversexed Firstborn to seduce him. He cast a look at Finduilas who, still bouncing avidly on his fingers, was reaching her own orgasm at the moment, the sight and feel of which nearly caused his Manhood to rise again. Roughly pulling his hand away when she was finished, and pulling up his trousers, he thrust an envelope, taken from his pocket at Gwindor, and stalked out of the room.
Tearing open the letter, Gwindor read it aloud to Finduilas, who lay panting on the bed.
"Dearest Gwindor,
Just an update on our wager. I am making good progress in seducing a Man, although I have found that they are most hesitant to accept the advances of another male. Strange species.
Sincerely,
Thingol"
Grabbing a quill from a nearby desk, dipping it in the inkwell kept for that purpose, Gwindor wrote two words on the bottom of the letter before resealing it in its envelope, throwing his breeches on, and running it downstairs to where Eol awaited.
"I win."