Title: Honey
Author: nutmeg kawano
Contact: miphileg@ hotmail.com
Pairing: Laiqalassë/Rumil
Rating: nc-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Elfies (or anything else having to do with LotR). They belong to the Tolkien estate, etc. Please buy me the Elfies for my birthday.
Warnings: it’s slash
Summary: Elfies are pretty. They have honey. They like to shag a lot.
Note: God, I love our puppets. This is with personalities canon to mespt.

“Laaaiiii~! I’m boooored.”

Laiqalassë looked up from the costume he was rehemming to see his pink-haired lover standing in front of him, “Well, why don’t you do something? You don’t have to sit around and watch me work.”

“But Laaaiii, I want yooou,” Rumil purred as he wrapped his arms around the older Elf’s shoulders. “I even brought a special treat, just for you.”

Laiqalassë put down the fabric and wrapped his arms around Rumil’s waist. “Aiya, Rumil, why do you always crave my attention just when I need to be working? Can’t your libido wait until I’m done?”

Rumil frowned, his first attempt to manipulate his lover having failed, he resorted to his no-fail tactic. He took out the jar of honey he had brought with him, opened it and stuck two fingers in it, which he then brought to Laiqalassë’s mouth. Laiqalassë licked them, then sucked the sweetened digits clean of the sticky liquid.

“Honey, meleth? Just what do you have in mind?” Laiqalassë laughed.

“Well,” Rumil looked at Laiqalassë with his cutest pout, “you’ve mentioned that you wanted to taste me a number of times, and I was thinking that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.”

Laiqalassë sighed. He wanted nothing better than to lick honey from every part of his lover’s body, but he really did need to finish his work.

Rumil kissed Laiqalassë quickly before the older Elf had a chance to say no, pressing his tongue against those soft lips until they parted and he could explore the moist cavern behind.

“See, Lai? You want me. Don’t deny it,” Rumil gloated to the red head while moving to suck at the skin of his neck.

“Just because I let you kiss me doesn’t mean I’m going to — oh!!” Laiqalassë was cut off by his own gasp of pleasure as Rumil’s tongue touched a particularly sensitive area.

Rumil pulled away long enough to tug off Laiqalassë’s shirt, “Shut up, meleth, just enjoy it.”

Laiqalassë just nodded as Rumil resumed the delightful torture. When it began to become too much for him, Laiqalassë pulled Rumil up for a deep kiss. Which was soon followed by a second that only ended so Laiqalassë could pull off Rumil’s shirt.

“Nin meleth,what of your work?” Rumil giggled as Lai pushed him to the ground.

“Fuck it,” Laiqalassë growled playfully. “I want you. Besides, you aren’t going to let me stop now, anyway.”

“No, I’m not,” Rumil smirked as he pushed the redhead over and straddled him. He took the jar of honey and poured some on Laiqalassë’s chest, then smugly told the older Elf, “You are mine.”

“That was never in question, anírapen,” Laiqalassë looked at Rumil seriously for a moment. “I’ve been yours since we met, even when Si…”

Once again Rumil cut Laiqalassë off mid-sentence, this time with a kiss. He did not want to think about that incident ever again. Laiqalassë was his. He would prove it, and then the Gondolindrim would never leave his side. Ever.

After the kiss, Rumil licked his way down Laiqalassë’s throat to his honey coated chest. He grinned, then started licking the sweet liquid off his even sweeter lover.

“Aiya! Saes…. ú…úcaro… úcaro daro.” Laiqalassë gasped as he arched into the Sindar’s touch.

Rumil carefully lapped up all of the sticky substance, giggling at his lover’s pathetic cries for more. He could feel the bulge in Laiqalassë’s trousers pushing against his leg and knew he had the older Elf right where he wanted him.

Trailing a finger by the edge of Laiqalassë’s pants, Rumil grinned impishly, “I suppose you want these to come off, don’t you meleth?”

“Yes. Stop playing, Rumi, and fuck me already. I know… I know it’s what you want,” Laiqalassë managed to finish despite Rumil’s hand pushing into his pants firmly grasping his hard penis.

“You are right about that,” Rumil pushed down Laiqalassë’s trouser without relinquishing his hold on his lover’s stiff flesh, “You are my bitch and I will take you as I please.”

“I am, I am. Saes garnin. Please. Sí. Saes!” Laiqalassë sighed wantonly. He was every inch Rumil’s bitch, he knew it and was determined to enjoy it.

Rumil released Laiqalassë and quickly removed his own pants before once more straddling his desperate lover. He rubbed their erections together, releasing his own gasp of pleasure when Lai moaned deliciously. He kissed Laiqalassë’s stomach gently as he reclaimed the jar of honey, “soon, iaurben, soon.”

Laiqalassë tried to reply, but his mind was completely turned off in favour of feeling when a pair of honey cover fingers made their way into his body. He moved, trying to get them deeper, to increase the pleasure caused by this beautiful creature that claimed to own him.

Moving his fingers carefully, to be sure the honey was spread well within his lover, Rumil added more of the sticky sweetness. This was going to be so messy! He laughed, “Lai, I’m afraid you may have to lick me clean when we are done.”

“I will. If you take your fingers out of my ass and put your penis in NOW,” Laiqalassë answered impatiently.

“So demanding!” Rumil grinned and removed his fingers, “what was the second part again? I forgot.”

“Rumil!” Laiqalassë growled through clenched teeth, “stop playing with me and fuck me already.”

“Oh, right,” Rumil wrapped Laiqalassë’s legs around his waist as he pushed the edge of his penis into Laiqalassë’s tight opening. “Like this?”

Laiqalassë sighed in his exasperation and need, but Rumil would not be rushed. He pushed into the older Elf slowly and carefully, until he was finally fully burried in him.

“There. Done. Are you satisfied now?” Rumil tried to laugh at his wanton lover, but suddenly his own need was building up as he rested with his full length inside Laiqalassë. He began to move, ever so gently, causing his lover to arch in his need for more.

Laiqalassë gasped with need, “Bastard. Do it properly.”

“But Lai, I thought you loved me!” Rumil teased his tormented lover with a small pout.

“More then anything,” Laiqalassë gasped, “but this is slow torture.”

“Oh. Ok,” Rumil grinned and began pressing harder and deeper into Laiqalassë’s sweat-slickened body, pushing with an ever accelerating pace that he knew would drive his older lover insane. It felt so good, and he was so close to climax, but he was determined to make Laiqalassë come first.

Laiqalassë writhed and bucked beneath Rumil, senses overflowing with his need and desire. With a soft cry, he submitted to his passions, coming to his trembling peak.

After a few more deep thrusts, Rumil collapsed, spent, onto his lover. He grinned and met Laiqalassë’s eyes, asking between deep breaths, “Was that… worth… your time?”

The red haired Noldo just gazed back into his lover’s eyes and smiled.