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Legolas gasped as the wizard ran his tongue lightly over the head of his erection. Blue eyes caught gray as the elf looked at the man between his legs. He called himself Lucius and he had arrived in Middle Earth before the cold, falling from the Heavens like an angel, his face angelic even if his personality was deliciously wicked. From the moment Legolas had seen him, the elf had wanted him. Cold gray eyes, sneering full lips, slender body with muscular arms, and beautiful long blond hair, even longer than his own. Legolas had wanted to feel that hair on his body, thinking of nothing else as the wizard had explained that he had been fighting in a War and that his former Master, a dark wizard called Voldemort, had cursed him. The next thing he knew, he had woken on the ground in their world.

Legolas had lurked around the wizard, watching and wanting, surprised when, one day, Lucius had turned to him and smiled knowingly, issuing an invitation to his chambers for the evening, his eyes promising a night of equisite pleasure. Legolas had accepted the invitation and had been in Lucius' rooms every evening since.


The elf whimpered when Lucius moved his silky pale blond hair over his weeping erection, his fingers moving along his swollen flesh as the wizard began to stroke. That hair, so soft, his fingers so warm and hard. Confident strokes, those gray eyes never straying from his, his lips curved into an affectionate smirk as Legolas began to arch his hips towards his lover. Lucius used his hair just as he used his entire body while making love, caressing Legolas' flesh, brushing it over his sensitive nipples, tangling it around his swollen member as he'd stroke his love to release.


Lucius watched Legolas' face, the elf looking younger though he was many centuries older than the middle-age wizard. He enjoyed watching his lover's face during orgasm, loved the feel of that soft hair against his skin in the same way Legolas found his hair arousing. Lucius had never considered something as simple as hair erotic, but that had changed after meeting Legolas.

Lucius continued stroking, lowering his head to run his tongue over his lover's weeping cock, tasting his essence, his silky strands brushing against Legolas' lower stomach. When he saw his lover's eyes narrow, Lucius engulfed his cock, sucking inside his mouth, listening to Legolas' soft cry as he came, swallowing every drop. Finally releasing his spent cock, Lucius looked up and smirked, his tongue moving over his lips as he sat back, his hand moving to his own erection. He caught Legolas' eyes as he purred, "My turn, love."

Legolas smiled when he heard Lucius’ words, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he crawled towards the chair where his lover was sitting. The elf stopped when he reached the wizard, his long fingers curling around Lucius’ ankle, raising it from the ground and brushing his lips against the pale flesh. He began to kiss his way up Lucius’ leg, nibbling and sucking the flesh his lips encountered. His hair moved against his lover’s leg, gently brushing against the heated flesh, causing Lucius to groan softly at the sensations of Legolas’ lips and hair against his skin.


Soon, Legolas reached the knee, moving his head to lick at the sensitive flesh at the back of Lucius’ knee, his hair now in a position to rub against his lover’s aching cock. He deliberately moved his head in such a way that he made contact with Lucius’ erection as he began to move his mouth higher. His hair gently stroked Lucius’ erection with each movement of his head, the soft pale blond strands covering his lover’s lower torso. When he reached the wizard’s upper thigh, Legolas smiled naughtily and took a small bite, rewarded by Lucius’ low moan of pleasure. His tongue moved over the bite before he continued his lazy journey towards his destination.