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“Admiring yourself?”
Aragorn broke out of the daze he was lost in and focused on the elf’s reflection in the mirror.
“I’m not vain.” He replied as he took the silver winged crown from his head and set it on a nearby table. Probably not the most sacred place for said object but it was Aragorn’s to do with how he pleased. Turning, he took in the sight before him.
Even after almost a year of being at death’s doorstep, Legolas never had a hair out of place. He was a constant sight for sore eyes. And now, seeing him in pristine elf attire, circlet and all, Aragorn felt like he should be kneeling to the prince before him.
“You should be.” Legolas smiled and walked up to Aragorn, much like a cat hunting its prey. Letting his hands slide across the King's chest as he circled him. “It’s nice to see you clean.”
Aragron snorted, eyes staying trained on the elf in front of him. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow into the king's chambers. Illuminating Legolas in gold sunlight. An angel from the heavens right before Aragorn’s eyes. He looked from the fair face to where Legolas’ fingers started to undo the clothes he wore. He felt his cape pool around his legs moments later. “Are you making sure I cleaned everywhere?” The King jested, feeling his tunic slide from his shoulders. Joining his cape on the ground.
Legolas stepped back, hands freezing where they held the hem of the undershirt the King still wore. “Sure.” Legolas looked up at him and smiled before he pulled the shirt up.
Aragorn got the hint and lifted his arms. Watching as the shirt fell to the ground. He shivered in the cool air. Tan skin raising in goosebumps. “Legolas.” He warned, eyes darting to the still very open door.
The blonde's hands had moved to trail through the dusting of hair on the broad chest. Fingers moving to flick over the already hardened nipples. “What?” He asked, leaning in to kiss his neck. Soft lips moved over his collarbones and down his chest, replacing the fingers with his mouth. Legolas took the hard bud in his mouth, tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh drawing a deep breath from the man in front of him.
“Legolas.” Aragorn tried again, though it came out more as a whine. “At least close the door.”
Legolas very much ignored this and continued to suck on his nipple before pulling off with a pop. Licking across Aragorn’s chest to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment.
Aragorn let out a shaky breath, biting the inside of his cheek. He felt kitten licks on his nipple that sent blood straight to his groin. Then the wet hot tongue licked down his stomach and soft kisses found their way to his hips. It was taking way too much control for Aragorn not to shove his cock down the prince’s throat. And then Legolas mouthed at the bulge in front of him.
Aragorn tugged his hair.
The elf pulled away reluctantly, making a show of rolling his eyes as he stood. Walking to the door the same time a servant walked by, his eyes widening a bit at his shirtless King and the weird Sindarin elf. Legolas smiled bright as day.
“Hello!”
“Oh, um hi.” The servant mumbled before dodging out of sight.
The prince slammed the door shut. “Better?”
Aragron could only be upset for a second before his desire took over. “Yes.” He answered while closing the distance between them. Backing Legolas against the door and kissing him hard. Rough hands found their way to golden hair that pulled his head back. With the elf’s neck exposed, Aragorn ran his teeth over the white skin. “You want us to get caught.” He whispered before biting down.
“Don’t knot my hair.” He whined, nails scratching up the others back. “And maybe I do. Maybe everyone should know who I-I…” He gasped. “Belong to.” He pulled back from the mouth attacking his neck. “Hm? King of Gondor?” He smiled at Aragorn.
Breathing heavily, Aragorn nodded. He could play Legolas’ little game if it met he could feel some type of release. With barely any effort, he picked up the elf and walked across the room. Letting him fall to the soft bed below.
“Put the crown back on.” Legolas demanded more than asked.
He hesitated for only a second before grabbing the crown and setting it back on his head. “Really?”
“Yes.” Legolas grinned. “Lose everything else.” He said and quickly rid his clothes.
Aragorn couldn’t help but smirk. Kicking his boots off and pulling the pants he still wore down till he was bare. Crawling over Legolas, he leaned down to kiss him. His hands roamed up and down the other, moving between his legs to take the already hard cock in his hands and stroked up and down slowly.
“Aragorn.” The elf beneath him gasped. “Please.”
He pulled back to watch the blonde, taking his hand away and smiling at the whine Legolas let out. “Please what?” He asked. Aragorn leaned down to kiss at the smooth chest. Hands running up his sides before coming to pinch the pink nipples. Grinning when Legolas tried to arch more into the touch. He rubbed them between his fingers before leaning down and taking one into his mouth.
Legolas added more scratches to Aragon’s back, letting out small whines as he tried to catch his breath. “Touch me!” He cried.
Aragorn pulled off, kissing his way to the other nipple and took it into his mouth. Listening as Legolas tried to control the sounds he was letting out. He released the nipple from his mouth, rolling his hips down to meet the others. Rubbing their cocks together. “That’s not how you ask.”
Legolas let out a cry and did his best to glare at the King.
Aragorn rolled his hips again. “You wanted this.” He leaned down and kissed him again. Pushing his tongue into his mouth and tasting the elf fully. He let out a moan that sent shivers through Legolas.
Legolas began to pull away, biting Aragorn’s bottom lip. “Please, your majesty.” He whispered. His pupils were wide with lust. “Use me.”
Aragorn tilted his head back slightly, making sure the crown didn’t fall, and let out a moan. “Flip over.” He demanded this time. Before Legolas even had a chance to try, Aragorn flipped him, pulling his legs up. His hands grabbed the perky ass in front of him, massaging the cheeks in his hands, spreading them and rubbing his own hard cock between. Both men let out a loud moan.
“Your Highness…” Legolas mewled from where his face was pressed into the mattress. “More.” He whined.
The brunette pulled back a bit, slapping his ass before moving a hand to Legolas’ mouth. “Suck.” He said and shoved his fingers into the slightly open mouth.
The elf did his best to suck on the calloused fingers, moaning around them.
Aragorn pulled his fingers back after a few moments. Legolas had drool spilling from his mouth and rosy cheeks. “Tell me to stop if it hurts.” He said in a serious tone before pushing his index finger into the tight hole. His breathing came out harsher as he pushed his finger all the way in. Staying still for a moment so Legolas could adjust. He added a second when he knew Legolas wasn’t in pain and the moans the blonde let out was also a good indicator. He pushed his fingers in and out, spreading them and twisting. Hyper aware of his straining erection as Legolas rocked back and bucked into the empty air.
He pulled his fingers out, quickly standing from the bed he grabbed a vial of oil and slicked his fingers again. Pushing them without warning back into Legolas. Grinning when he heard the loud cry the blonde let out.
“No more.” Legolas mumbled and looked back at Aragorn. “Your cock, please.”
Aragorn almost felt bad by how desperate Legolas looked but slowly shook his head. Adding a third finger and spreading them. He fucked Legolas deeper on his fingers, pressing into that sweet spot. He teased the spot over and over until Legolas was moaning like the whore’s he’s laid with. Satisfied, he pulled his fingers out and wrapped them around his leaking erection. He stroked himself a few times to feel some friction before lining himself up with Legolas’ hole and slowly pushing the head in.
Legolas’ hands curled in the coverlet below them and he let out a broken sob. Trying desperately to get Aragorn all the way in.
“I should’ve known the Prince of Mirkwood would be as greedy as it’s King.” Aragron said. He gripped the prince's hips and slammed himself in. He whispered a curse and pulled back slowly only to slam in again. He continued this pace, enjoying the show Legolas was putting on. Twisting in his grip, trying to grind down into the mattress.
The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and the sweet songs that were Legolas’ moans and whines. Aragorn released the blonde of his bruising grip, only to grip his hair. Using it as leverage to pull his body against his. He thrusted his hips up hard and fast, trying to find that perfect spot. Legolas let out a scream and Aragorn could only guess he found it. He fucked Legolas hard on his cock, slaming up into the spot over and over. His free hand came around to wrap around the forgotten erection and Legolas gasped. Aragorn’s hand copied the same pace as his thrusts.
“What a little whore this Prince is.” Aragorn mumbled into the crook of his neck. “Such a good Prince for his King.” Legolas was so hot and tight, he felt perfect around Aragorn. He bit down on his neck, moaning into the skin.
Legolas arched in the man’s grip, tightening around the King. “Yes…yes, ah..” His head fell backwards on Aragorn’s shoulders and he opened his eyes to take in the King before him. “Oh my- Aragorn!”
Letting out a cry, he spilled all over Aragorn’s hands. The man moaned at the sight, stroking the elf through his orgasm and continued after despite Legolas’ pleas. When Legolas tried to pull his hand away, Aragorn pushed his head back to the mattress.
He slammed his hips hard a few more times, crying out as he spilled into the elf. He felt his arms shake while keeping his body weight up and he collapsed on top of the elf. The silver crown finally slipped from Aragorn’s head, softly landing on the bed. He glanced at it then slowly pulled out of Legolas. “You okay?” He asked, rolling off the blonde.
Legolas turned his head slowly to look at him. “Yes, My Lord.” He grinned, sliding over to rest his head on Aragorn’s chest. “You seemed stressed, I thought I would offer my help.”
“Only more stress to come. Will you be staying in Gondor for a while?”
“You’ll need more ways to combat your stress, My Highness.” The elf winked and leaned up to plant a kiss on the bearded face.