Rolling over, Celeborn found Galadriel curled up on her side, snuggled against a pillow. He tugged on the sheets until there was no barrier between them and then drew himself close against her back. She may have been in reverie, but she wouldn’t be for long, he vowed, as he rubbed his erection against her bare flesh.

With a sleepy moan, his beautiful lover awoke and smirked, unseen to him. “Someone is already up this morning,” she commented, rubbing back against him gently. Celeborn growled and took hold of her hips and roughly moved against her.

“Get on your back,” he demanded in a low voice, nipping her ear.

“If I don’t?” she purred back, her hands seeking to touch his skin as well.

Another nip, to her neck this time. “Then I shall simply take you like this, my dear.”

~ * ~ * ~

He waited no longer, thrusting into the tightness that surrounded his length. His partner let out a long moan, pushing back with need. “Oh, not so fast, love,” begged Erestor as he slid out and gradually reentered. “Go slow.”

“Hell no.” Glorfindel moaned again and rose up a little, grunting as he was fully impaled upon Erestor’s rock hard erection. “Don’t tell me what to do,” he muttered through clenched teeth as the bed creaked from their activities.

Erestor replied without words. His fingers gripped Glorfindel’s pelvis, steadying him as he withdrew painstakingly slow while Glorfindel fought to keep him within. Once he had removed all but the very tip of his length, Erestor held the position, his erection twitching with anticipation. Glorfindel moaned in frustration until he was filled again, and with a satisfied sigh, he relinquished all control to his lover.

With his head tilted back, he writhed upon the downy quilt as he was gently

As the first well lubricated digit penetrated him, he began to move away from it. His retreat was slower than the entry of the slender protrusion. When he stilled and drew in breath sharply, there was a pause.

“Shall I stop?”

“Mhhnn.”

“What?”

“More.”

She smiled at her husband’s curiosity, and looked at the open book on the bed before proceding to press deeper. As soon as she curled her finger just as the illustration showed, Celeborn was writhing on the bed as if possessed. His thrashing only increased as Galadriel touched the hidden mark within, then bowed her head to flick her tongue against the tip of his erection, from which fluid was already seeping. A few more light internal massages was all it took to send him over the edge, his eyes wide open and mouth gaping as well.

“How was it?” she asked after Celeborn managed to catch his breath.

Eyes still glazed over in the aftermath of his pleasure, his words caused her to shudder in excitement. “Bring me the oil and you can decide for yourself.”

Her delicate hand wrapped around the bottle from which the scent of vanilla wafted. “You were the one who wished to try this; not I.”

“What’s good for the gander is good for the goose, my dear,” he answered, crooking a finger to her as he sat upon his haunches and waited patiently for her.

Her eyes narrowed. “Honestly, your hands are far larger than my own. Dare I say, you might hurt me to delve within me there,” she said, trying her best to be modest.

“On that, you may have a point,” mused Celeborn. Lowering himself down on all fours, he crawled to her, causing her to be startled and end up with him hovering over her. Plucking the bottle of oil from her hand, he drawled, “Then I suppose you shall have to be the one to breach your body, and I shall watch to see exactly what it is you do.”

With a little gasp, Galadriel felt the oil being drizzled over already moist flesh as a pillow was used to prop her lower back up. The oil continued to travel, running down against her rear entrance. A little gentle coaxing on her husband’s part brought her arm behind her leg and her hand to the opening that she now pressed experimentally against. After a few gentle nudges, she closed her eyes and slid the rest of the way in, crying out as she felt her muscles grab at the intrusion. Celeborn watched approvingly a little longer before kneeling comfortably and positioning himself closer to his wife. His tongue snaked lightly over her heated flesh, lapping up her sweet nectar and disappearing here and there within the folds.

~ * ~ * ~

“No... no... wait... no... ugh, oh, wait...”

“Hush, darling... do you not know, you are not supposed to speak in a library?”

Erestor whimpered and writhed in Glorfindel’s lap, held firmly captive by his lover’s powerful hands. Glorfindel had been sitting in one of the leather lounge chairs, waiting for Erestor to pass by. As soon as the dark one did, the warrior took hold of his wrist and pulled him to where he was now, but not before swiftly yanking down Erestor’s trousers and drawing up the long robe. With a muffled squeak, Erestor learned that the book formerly in Glorfindel’s lap had been hiding his untied and open breeches, and the erection they would have covered.

The head of Glorfindel’s length was buried within Erestor, who had been prepared before he had hardly realized what was happening. Unfortunately, the angle was not the best, and kept any deeper penetration from occurring. Glorfindel began to thrust upwards, causing Erestor to bounce rapidly on his lap. With one hand on Erestor’s hip, the blond used the other to cover his lover’s mouth, knowing only too well how vocal he could be.

As Erestor’s eyes were squeezed shut, he did not noticed the smirking shelver who passed by and continued on without a second look. Glorfindel bit his lip as he grinned, then leaned into Erestor and whispered, “Come for me, baby. Yes, like that, just like that, sweet baby,” he crooned as his hand moved from Erestor’s hip to beneath the robes.

All of the noise that would have been heard was a barely audible whimper behind Glorfindel’s hand. When he removed it and carefully helped Erestor to stand again, he silently lifted the robes and while Erestor stood in the quiet corner, blushing and hoping none would pass their way, Glorfindel licked him clean before replacing the pants he had pulled down around his lover’s ankles.

Taking hold of Erestor’s hand, Glorfindel led it to his own erection, still hard and twitching in his lap. “Feel that?” he purred quietly, curling Erestor’s fingers around the impressive member.

Erestor barely managed to nod, his eyes darting about for patrons who might be nearby or coworkers who perhaps wondered just how long it took for him to replace the volume he had brought back here. Glorfindel tucked himself back into his pants and tied them up. Standing, he drew himself up against Erestor’s back, sliding his hands firmly down from his lover’s back to his rear. For a moment they gripped hard and Glorfindel sought out Erestor’s ear with his mouth, nipping the sensitive flesh. Pressing close and rubbing his groin wantonly against his shivering, spent lover, Glorfindel gave one final tug with his teeth to Erestor’s lobe and growled into his ear, “Hurry home tonight, darling. I’ll be waiting for you.”

They had gone riding, per her request. It was early enough when they left the first homely house, early enough that the sunrise still lingered and dew clung to leaves on the trees they passed by.

But it was late now, so late that the final rays were fleeing in the twilight. They were safe, though, here in Valinor. Spending the night beneath the stars and Ithil’s light was safe and peaceful. Galadriel gently stroked her husband’s arousal with the tips of her fingers, smooth satin gloves still covering her hands to the wrist. She lay otherwise bare in the grass beside Celeborn, who gazed up at the night sky and purred his approval.

“Why are not you always this adventurous with me?” questioned the silver-haired ellon as a hand idly reached for her and caressed her shoulder. His reference was made to earlier in the afternoon when his wife asked if they might ‘try a little something different’.

The ‘little something’ she wished to try was to ride upon the same horse as he did, and while facing him, to lift her skirts up to her waist and take another ride. It was awkward at the onset, but by the third time they had discovered the right position. The rhythm was set by the stallion they were on, who seemed unconcerned about the fact he was a party to their sexual exploration.

After her first orgasm hit, Galadriel greedily took hold of Celeborn’s thighs when he had tried to lift her off of him. “More,” she begged, and he eased the horse from a trot to a gallop. The second time had her screaming his name as they rode across the glade.

Now the horse was lazily nosing apples out of a tree and nibbling on grass nearby. Galadriel sat up and moved to kneel with her legs wide apart on either side of her husband. The satiny fingers continued to tease his erection. “If I were always so adventurous, it would not be as special when I was.” Bending her head, she dragged her tongue up his sternum, leaning forward to kiss him as she hovered just above him, the tip of his erect member barely touching her moistness.

“Mmm.” Growling approvingly, Celeborn took hold of her hips and aligned them before thrusting upwards and then pulling her down. Her satiny folds fit around him like a glove.

~ * ~ * ~

Darkness overtook the night, with only the barest pinpoints of light illuminating the expansive black canvas of the sky. Erestor stood on the balcony, watching the shimmers of starlight, while the breeze tugged at the hem of his robe.

He really would have preferred his velvet robe, the black one with the deep violet trim. That one he could snuggle into while sitting on the chair out here. With this one on, made of some sort of slippery satin, he found he needed to stand. The fabric was uncooperative when he sat down, sliding one way or the other, and with barely enough to cover him.

For now he had also neglected the belt at the waist, so it hung open, the bottom edge brushing the top of his feet from time to time. It was ivory colored, contrasting with his dark brown sleeping pants, which were very rarely if ever actually used when he was in bed.

“Darling, are you going to stand out there all night?” Glorfindel leaned in the doorway, admiring the image of his husband. When he had pulled the sleek robe from the closet and placed it upon the bed, he half expected Erestor to put it back and retrieve his usual one. Instead, Erestor had only given it a sigh, and then dutifully donned it after his evening bath.

Instead of answering, Erestor beckoned his lover to come to him. Wandering out onto the balcony in naught but a cotton nightshirt, he was given a wicked look of approval. Once beside him, Glorfindel was drawn into Erestor’s arms and pressed against the railing.

“You are quite tempting this evening,” admitted Erestor, hands resting on Glorfindel’s hips.

“And you are delectable in this robe,” he answered back, using his fingers to knead his dark lover’s shoulders. “Very handsome.”

“Thank you.” Erestor’s hands slid lower, grasping and squeezing Glorfindel’s backside. “I shall have to take you back to the bed, I think,” he muttered as Glorfindel groaned.

With a cheeky grin, Glorfindel replied, “Actually, I just finished preparing myself.”

“Oh, really?” Erestor matched his grin to Glorfindel’s and growled, “Then I can just take you right here.” Spinning the blond around and easing his hands onto the railing to get a good grip, Erestor shoved his pants down and kicked them aside before lifting up the back of Glorfindel’s shirt. He experimentally eased one finger into the slick passage, and finding it more than adequately prepared, roughly took his golden lover in the hazy moonlight.

“What are you making?” Celeborn wandered up behind his wife, sticking the tip of his little finger into the batter bowl before she could answer.

“You should not eat that; ‘tis only sugar and butter.” Galadriel shook her head as she heard her husband stick his finger into his mouth and suck off the sweetened shortening. “I thought I would make some oatmeal cookies.”

“The good kind, right? The ones with bits of chocolate instead of raisins and nuts in them,” requested the Sinda, sneaking another taste of the mixture.

As Galadriel reached for the dried oats, Celeborn took hold of her hand. Drawing it back, and turning her so that they were facing one another, he asked as he placed sweet little kisses on her hand, “Must you do this now? Do you know how late it is?”

“It will get funny if I leave it,” she explained quickly.

“Let it get funny. I would rather the cookies be left unmade, if I can have something else for dessert.” Celeborn’s low growl became a purr as he leaned over and nuzzled her ear.

“I have to finish this,” she responded half-heartedly. “Oh... not here,” Galadriel added, finding her hands immobilized, her wrists held firmly, while Celeborn’s lips worked their way down her throat.

“Afraid that someone might walk in?” Celeborn stepped back, and leered.

He leered so very, very well.

“A little,” she admitted.

“Then we go to our room,” said Celeborn, happy to solve the problem so easily. He began to walk, still holding onto his wife. She did not budge. “What is the matter?”

Smiling, appreciating the concern in his voice, she answered, “I just... I am not prepared for you, and... I...” Lowering her voice, Galadriel admitted, “I am... well, older than I used to be, and things are more difficult to do, and I feel a bit... dry... and...” Embarrassed, she turned away.

For a moment, Celeborn waited to see if she would continue. Realizing she was not planning to, he turned her back around again, pulling her into his arms. “So? I am sure I can find something to use to prepare you – I was not about to just shove it on in.” He comment earned him a partial glare. “There is as much discomfort for me as there is for you if things are not going along smoothly, as it were.”

“I highly doubt that,” she grumbled.

“I am not about to argue the differences between... not going there,” Celeborn promised. “But there are things we can use.”

“No... that just seems... it seems the sort of thing...”

“What? Why do you have a problem with it?” he prodded.

Squirming uneasily in his arms, she replied, “It is just not natural. How do you think two males do things with each other?”

For a few moments, Celeborn looked at her in disbelief. “Your argument is that you do not want to use some sort of lubrication because that is what two males have to do?”

“I suppose...”

“And why does that matter?” questioned Celeborn. “Please, enlighten me, because-“

“Because I feel like... well, it just seems unnatural,” she mumbled.

Shaking his head, he said, “You should always try everything at least once. Decide afterwards if you dislike it.” Reaching for a bottle on a top shelf, he asked, “Would you prefer us to use a chair, or should I ravish you on the table?”

“Celeborn! Not in here!” hissed Galadriel.

Setting his find down momentarily, Celeborn lifted up Galadriel around the waist and hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter. “Fine. I will let it be a surprise,” he said, his hands moving to quickly lift the bottom of her dress up.

Protesting again, Galadriel tried to push the bottle away, but Celeborn blocked her and shook his finger. “Naughty girl. Do I need to give you a spanking?” Celeborn’s fingers slipped beneath the remaining fabric, sliding up her hips under they made it to her rear. Firmly he gripped the flesh he managed to grab. “Naughty, naughty.”

“Celeborn!” Galadriel whimpered, her eyes darting over to the door. “I swear, sometimes I believe you never grew up.”

“Growing up is the sort of boring thing adults do when they can think of nothing more creative to occupy their time,” he mumbled between kisses. He used one hand to shove his leggings and loincloth down to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking the garments away. “Table or chair, my dove?”

“We will have to eat off of that table in the morning,” Galadriel informed her husband.

“Chair it is,” he decided, lifting his wife from the counter. As an afterthought, he managed to grab hold of the bottle he had retrieved earlier. Handing the cooking oil to Galadriel, Celeborn pulled one of the chairs away from the table, positioned it against the wall, and sat down. He slouched a bit and pulled back the hem of his shirt, revealing his firm, erect member. “Go on,” he coaxed, nodding to the oil.

Frowning, Galadriel played with the stopper of the bottle. “Really, dear, I do not want anything unnatural inside of me.”

Celeborn sighed in frustration. “When did you decide to grow up?” he muttered, standing. “Sit,” he directed, taking the bottle from her grasp.

“I have work to do,” she reminded him, pointing to the bowl of cookie dough. Celeborn gave her an unamused look, and instead of arguing, Galadriel sat down.

“Nothing unnatural, is that it?” he asked, kneeling down in front of her. “You never complain about this,” he said as he pushed up her dress and pressed his palms against the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs. “Never heard a single complaint when I was down here,” he added as he flicked his tongue against the inviting entrance that was presented to him. He ran his tongue up and down, moistening his way while he parted the folds of skin and delved deeper. Galadriel’s moans, muffled behind her own hand, enticed him to continue.

When he deemed she was perfectly prepared, he took hold of the bottle and pulled the stopper out with his teeth, spitting it across the room. Pouring a bit into his palm, he used it to slick his member before setting the oil aside. “Stand up,” he commanded, helping his wife to her feet. Taking a seat himself, Celeborn scooted to the edge of the chair and leaned slightly back before placing his hands upon Galadriel’s hips so that he could guide her down onto his awaiting length.

With his fingers firmly wrapped around her waist, Celeborn steadied his lover as she rode shamelessly in his lap, her hands gripping his shoulders as she buried her face against the crook of his neck. “Oh yes... yes, my pet...” he crooned into the silver-gold curls that brushed against his nose.

Throwing her head back, Galadriel clenched her teeth and gripped the intrusive member as hard as she could, gasping as she hit the height of her pleasure. Celeborn thrust faster, hands reaching around to grasp her firm backside as he was brought to release within her.

An hour later, everything in the kitchen was back in place, spotless as it had been before. When Elrond meandered sleepily in for a glass of milk, the only oddity he found was that Celeborn was assisting Galadriel with her baking, sans pants.

“Cookie?” offered Celeborn, with his wife’s back snuggled against his chest. He was grinning and holding out a plate of treats with one hand, while Galadriel giggled and stood at the counter mixing something in a bowl.

“No, I... I should think not,” replied Elrond, forgetting his reason for coming and leaving the kitchen as quickly as he could.

Celeborn set the plate down, only to have his arms full of laughing elleth a moment later. “Did you see the look he gave us?”

“He is definitely one of those elves who decided to grow up because he could find nothing better to do,” answered Celeborn after he chuckled.

*****
*****

It was a shared evening ritual – the two of them side by side, with deep looks of concentration. If one smirked, the other might soon follow if he caught the movement.

Once, Erestor laughed so hard, he spewed out a white spray all over the mirror.

It was not so much a competition, but there were times it went that way, to see who would be the first to finish, the first to spit a mouthful into the sink.

Glorfindel always gargled afterwards, while Erestor preferred to rinse his mouth out with water, usually numerous times, before checking in the mirror for anything stray that had alluded him. Shortly thereafter, their toothbrushes were set aside, the candles would be blown out, and they would retire to their bed.

Of course, Glorfindel always found ways to make something so perfectly normal and innocent seem profoundly dirty.

“Stop. That looks horrible,” scolded Erestor as he entered the washroom. Glorfindel had allowed the white foam to dribble out of his mouth and down his chin, where it was now threatening to slide down his throat. “You look disgustingly pornographic – come here.” Erestor pulled a towel off of the rack and used it to mop up Glorfindel’s drool. “There.”

“’Or ‘ust ‘oh ‘uhn,” countered Glorfindel before pulling the brush out of his mouth and spitting into the sink.

“I know – I ruin all of the fun you try to have.” Erestor picked up the jar of toothpaste, unscrewing the lid. “Boring, boring Erestor,” he chided himself, plucking his own toothbrush from the holder.

Reaching for the bottle of dark green liquid sitting on a shelf that was on the other side of the room, Glorfindel tried to get it without moving from his spot. This meant leaning into Erestor, causing the dark elf to jab his fingers into the jar. “Fin! Watch it!”

“Sorry.” Glorfindel pulled the stopper from the bottle, filled his mouth with the potent concoction, then tilted his head back and made an awful sound before swishing it about and ultimately releasing it into the sink. “Blahhh,” he commented, making a face. He recorked the bottle, and noticed Erestor was still frowning, fingers still coated with paste. “Do you plan to stare at that all night?”

“I do not want to waste it, but I think it rather unsanitary to put it back into the jar.”

“Well,” said Glorfindel after they spent a few more seconds staring at Erestor’s fingers, “you either have to put it back or wipe it off, because you cannot come to bed with it all over your hand.” With that, Glorfindel walked around Erestor and out of the room.

Turning his head to watch his husband retreat from the room, Erestor glanced at his fingers again, then once more to the empty doorway. “Oh, Fin?” called Erestor from the bathroom, setting his toothbrush aside.

Never able to leave Erestor wanting for anything, Glorfindel reappeared as Erestor looked to be busying himself in the cabinet. “Yes, darling?”

“Fin, would you mind just going over there for a moment?” he asked, motioning to the other side of the room with his clean hand. Glorfindel looked a bit miffed, but nodded all the same and wound around Erestor to get there. “Just stand right there- and, and would you mind just holding onto the towel bar?”

“Whatever for?” questioned Glorfindel.

“Just a curiousity. Would you, please?” asked Erestor.

Shrugging, Glorfindel turned so that his back was to Erestor, missing the cheeky grin. “Like this?” asked the blond, taking hold of the bar. It meant he had to bend slightly at the waist, and with his legs spread just slightly, everything was absolutely—

“Perfect,” said Erestor with a smile as he placed a hand on Glorfindel’s hip. The Vanya looked over his shoulder in surprise, then narrowed his eyes at his lover.

“You sneaky little—ooooo...” Glorfindel’s eyes closed, his head tilted back slightly. “Oh! Whooo... Ress! It feels like... oooo, like ice and fire all at once.”

“Really?” Erestor twisted his finger a bit deeper, then added a second one. “Imagine that.”

“Oh, what torture! Oh, you knew it was going to do this,” hissed Glorfindel, arching his back and rising onto the tips of his toes so that Erestor had the best angle to work with.

Plunging three fingers in now, Erestor countered with, “I had no idea. Had I known, I would have tried this sooner.”

Glorfindel’s knuckles were turning white, and the muscles of his legs were straining to keep in the position he was in. “Let me get a hold on the wash basin instead,” he pleaded, trembling as Erestor slid just one finger in and began to stroke deep inside.

“I will hardly get such a good view that way.” Erestor reached for the jar with his clean hand and scooped out the majority of the paste that was left. Rubbing the fingers of his opposite hand in the palm that held the paste, he used it to continue lubricating his lover’s passage.

“Do you even know—oh! –what this feels like?” questioned Glorfindel as he was breached once again.

“Since I do not make a point of sticking foreign substances up my ass, no, I have no clue,” answered Erestor quite honestly. He chuckled as Glorfindel grunted in annoyance and pulled his fingers away. “Resume the position; I have yet to finish with you,” smirked the dark ellon.

Turning around, the blond shook a finger at his lover. “Give me that.” Glorfindel squirmed slightly before grabbing the jar and the remainder of the paste. “Why do I have the feeling I will be regretting this in the morning- go grab the towel bar yourself,” he said, moving around Erestor.

“Did I say I was through with you?” The smirk remained on Erestor’s face.

“You can have your way with me in a moment – I just hate for you to miss the experience. Go on, you,” Glorfindel insisted, swatting Erestor’s rear with his free hand.

After shaking his head, Erestor sighed and obligingly took hold of the bar, needing to bend even further at the waist because of his height. Glorfindel placed one hand on his mate’s shoulder, and used one slicked finger to encircle the puckered entryway before slipping it past the tight ring. “Well?” he asked, twisting his wrist back and forth to make sure the paste coated as much area as possible.

“Damn, that is... really... alright, alright, get it out, I get your point.” Erestor stood up as quickly as he was able. “Bad idea,” he decided, reaching for the hand towel.

“Stop that. What do you think you are doing?” scolded Glorfindel, yanking the towel away.

Blinking, Erestor displayed his pasty palm. “Not bringing it to bed.”

“Of course not.” Glorfindel moved past, and took up his position at the towel bar again. “Be quick about it; I do not have all night.”

With a feral grin, Erestor rubbed the paste onto his elongated shaft, providing for another unique experience. “Ooh, now that is different,” he gasped, moving his hand away as he took a step forward to position himself.

“Keeping that all to yourself, eh?” teased Glorfindel. Moments after he was pierced by Erestor’s length, the blond was given a taste of the same when Erestor wrapped his hand around Glorfindel’s erection. “Ress, I swear... are you trying to kill me?”

“Angh... I was wondering... the same...” Thrusting deeper and with more force, Erestor closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment until he heard a loud snap, followed by a concerned ‘oops’ from his lover. Upon opening his eyes, he noted that Glorfindel still held the towel bar, but that the bar no longer was held by the wall.

“Sorry,” snorted Glorfindel.

Glancing over his husband’s shoulder, Erestor gave a short little laugh, then said, “Drop it.” The bar clattered to the floor. “Hands on the wall,” insisted the dark elf, and Glorfindel did as he was told. Erestor dug his fingers into Glorfindel’s hips, jerking him back as he stood his ground. “Think you can come before me, without me touching you?”

Giving a little whine, Glorfindel braced one hand against the wall and started to reach down to take hold of himself. He was stopped when Erestor intercepted his hand, placing it back up again. The dark ellon held Glorfindel’s wrists firmly now, keeping him from touching himself. “You mean my thick, hard cock pulsing deep inside of your body is not enough for you to—“ Pausing, Erestor kissed Glorfindel on the neck. “Thought that might help,” he said, looking to the creamy white puddle on the floor before rocking forward a few times to reach his own climax.

That next morning at breakfast, when Glorfindel sat gingerly down in his usual seat, he had to wonder exactly why Galadriel and Celeborn exchanged such sneaky looks with one another. “Should I sit elsewhere?” he asked, thinking he had been left out of some private joke.

“No. You can sit there. Why would you think you could not sit there? That chair is perfectly normal. Fine. The chair is fine.” Galadriel only stopped her babble when Celeborn reached over and pinched her arm.

Glorfindel frowned as he regarded the chair, and continued to do so as Erestor sat down beside him, placing a plate containing potato pancakes and cornbread with honey in front of him. “Erestor, something is wrong with this chair and they will not tell me what it is,” he complained.

Without looking up or even acknowledging the smirking pair on the other side of the table, Erestor said as he took his own seat, “They probably had sex on it last night or something.” Both he and Glorfindel missed Galadriel’s jaw drop, as they were distracted when Elrond entered the kitchen.

“I am going into the city today. Is there anything anyone needs?” he asked, quill poised to add to a list he had already started.

“Cooking oil,” said Celeborn, as Glorfindel and Erestor answered in one voice, “Toothpaste.”

“Lots of toothpaste,” added Glorfindel as Elrond’s eyes surveyed the four elves at the table.

“I found the perfect thing.”

“The perfect thing for what?” Erestor sat up in bed. He had been reading a scroll, slumped down with just his head barely elevated. Now he set the document aside to study Glorfindel’s hands, which were keeping something hidden from him. “What did you find?”

Glorfindel sat down on the corner of the bed closest to Erestor’s feet. “I read a book once about things that can be done to keep erections for longer periods of time. Now, I love you dearly, but your horse tends to make it back to the stables far sooner than mine.”

“Did you hear that?” asked Erestor down at his lap while Glorfindel crawled up towards him. “You are a little racehorse now.” He looked up to see Glorfindel grinning at him. “What did you get?”

“This.” A metal ring, plain, but smooth and wide, was held up. “Should we try it out?”

Erestor looked aghast. “You did not honestly go somewhere and have someone make that for you, did you?” he questioned.

“Of course not.” Glorfindel twirled the ring back and forth. “I went to a shop that specializes in such things, so they had all sorts already made to choose from.”

“In the middle of the day? With people around?” Erestor pulled one of the pillows up to cover his face. “In public?”

“Yes, but I did not buy anything there,” explained Glorfindel as he shoved the pillow down. “I just looked to see what they had, and when I saw what I was looking for, I took a very good look. Then, I went to another shop, where they sell pieces of scrap metal for sculpture, and I found this. I bought a few other bits and pieces so that I would not seem too suspicious, and had them all polished. See? Feel the quality.”

Erestor peered over the pillow. “Even if you did not buy anything, you went into the first store, so someone would have seen you. We do not need rumors starting on our sexual deviance.”

“Ah, but such rumors would reverse the question onto the questioner, as to how they would know such a thing unless they, too, were also in the store.”

“But... what if someone was passing by on the path and saw you?”

“They would not have recognized me,” promised Glorfindel. “I went in disguised.”

“How did you do that?” wondered Erestor.

“I wore a hat.”

“Oh. Of course. I can see how no one would recognize you with a hat on. Hats are the number one item of clothing that completely changes the appearance. I mean, when Olorin takes his off, I barely know who he is.”

“Stop being sarcastic,” scolded Glorfindel as he held out the piece of metal. “You have to feel the workmanship of this. Is this, or is this not, the finest cock ring you have ever laid your eyes on?”

Erestor blinked. “I am at a loss for words.”

“No need to thank me yet,” he said, pushing away the blanket. “Let us try it out first.”

“So late?” began Erestor’s protest as Glorfindel slid his hand under his balls. “Glorfindel—“

“Shh... calm down, or it might not fit.” Glorfindel carefully pushed the flesh through the metal before doing the same to Erestor’s flaccid member. “Now, we do a little of this,” he said as he bowed his head. His hands and mouth worked Erestor to a frenzy.

Erestor gasped as he felt the device tighten around him. “Are you sure this is safe?”

“Absolutely,” promised Glorfindel as he frantically began to prepare himself. He reached over and continued to fondle his lover as he stroked his own hardening length.

****

“Where did you find this?” Celeborn was inspecting the metal hoop that his wife had shown him before she went to the closet to dress herself for bed.

“I do not recall the name of the shop,” she said. “I was just walking through the market today and then I saw someone who looked like Glorfindel go in.”

“Did Glorfindel tell you to buy this?” he asked, suspicious of the object now.

“Actually, I have no idea if it was him or not. I thought it was him, but whoever it was wearing a hat.”

Celeborn set the ring down on the nightstand. “What sort of hat?”

“What does that matter?” wondered Galadriel.

“Glorfindel seems fairly particular about his appearance. If it was an ugly hat, it probably was not him.”

“Truth be told, I did not get a good look at the hat,” admitted Galadriel. By the time I entered the store and found him, he turned a corner and left.”

“Strange,” said Celeborn. “Probably not him. Of course, he might have noticed you, and he just wanted to shake you off his trail, especially if he was planning to buy something like this.”

“I doubt he even saw me. His back was to me the entire time,” said Galadriel.

“How did you think it was Glorfindel, then?” Celeborn pushed down the blankets on the other side of the bed as Galadriel entered the room in a sheer robe.

She sat down on her side and shrugged. “He was blond.”

“That was it?”

She shrugged again.

Celeborn laughed and reached around her, his other hand stealing its way across her thigh. “So, what are your plans for this?” he asked as he picked up the ring.

“According to the shopkeeper, it is used to sustain an erection.” Galadriel blushed on her final word.

“That is a fabulous contraption, except for one thing,” said Celeborn as he pulled his wife closer to him.

Galadriel lifted her legs up onto the bed and scooted back, feeling her husband’s breath on her neck as he tugged on the belt and allowed the garment to slide off her shoulders. “What would that be?”

He took hold of her delicate hand and brought it behind her back, settling her palm atop the head of his stiff member. “I need no other assistance in attaining or sustaining with you around.”