And in the middle of the glade were Aragorn and Legolas, naked except for the silver moonlight that outlined their bodies against the dark grass.
They were oblivious to Haldir’s presence even as he stood there, cloaked only by darkness. He knew he had chanced upon an intimate moment that should best be left that way; but Haldir felt a warm tingle run up his spine as he watched Aragorn lower Legolas onto the ground, pushing his legs up and trapping them apart with his broad shoulders as he leaned over to kiss the elf.
Legolas eagerly met Aragorn’s mouth, his hands pulling the man down onto him. Haldir swallowed hard as he saw Legolas’s fingers tease over Aragorn’s bare back, tracing circles with his fingertips. Aragorn whispered something that made Legolas toss his head back and laugh breathlessly.
"You tempt me with my own kind, Aragorn?" Legolas’s mellifluous voice rang clearly in the still night air. "Well, I do not deny that Haldir is handsome and tall, and very desirable."
Haldir tensed at the sound of his own name; he found himself rooted to the spot by the Legolas’s words, and he was unable to look away from the tantalising scene unfolding before his eyes. He noted with approval the lean beauty of his kin’s body, the slender curve of Legolas’s legs wrapped behind Aragorn’s back, the perfect way their bodies aligned with each other, Man and Elf.
Haldir’s hand moved down to his own breeches, reaching into them to touch himself. Legolas was getting impatient, murmuring words in the Elvish tongue to urge Aragorn further; but the man was in control, pacing the rhythm of their lovemaking, and the elf had no choice but to fidget restlessly under him.
Then without warning, Aragorn thrust forward with a sudden, firm movement; Legolas cried out, in pleasure more than pain. Haldir let out a sharp exhalation, as if feeling the penetration of the man’s cock himself — his knees went weak, and he had to lean against a trunk for support. He grasped his own erection, stroking it slowly as he watched Legolas writhe beneath Aragorn, eyes closed, his lips parted, as if hungering for more.
Aragorn held steady for a moment, partly buried inside the elf. Gradually Legolas began to arch upwards, trying to take more of his lover inside him; but strangely Aragorn remained completely still, not taking the elf deeper.
Legolas’s voice was frayed with passion and yearning. "Aragorn, please!"
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