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Title: The secret garden
Author: Greenleaf
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fiction. The wonderful elf and human belong to Tolkien. I have no clue if Christmas is known in middle-earth and all of this is made up.
Beta read by: The wonderful, awesome, and lovely

sylvanelfqueen
Warnings: M/M sex, slight hint of MPREG
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A/N: This story is dedicated to all the nice people supporting and encouraging me and reading my stories. There will be a short part each day until christmas ;)

Special thanks to:

My mother Thanks for having faith in me, thanks for always helping me out and for letting me live my dreams.
Squeak Thank you for everything. You were the one helping Waking Nightmare out of the cupboard and finally brought me back to my passion: writing. Thank you for your encouragement. You make me go on, honestly *hug* I wouldn’t know what to do without you.

Hot lips wandered over Legolas’ throat making him sigh. The soft hands of the elf ran over Aragorn’s back and made him shiver. It felt like fire and ice all the same. His breathing was more rapid and heavy now and Legolas could feel the breath of the human on his skin. It felt good and arousing at the same time. His head lulled back when Aragorn started to suckle at his skin. The spot seemed to burn and heat radiated from it, but Legolas thought he’d never felt better in his life.

Aragorn withdrew when the skin was red, a satisfied expression in his eyes. He moved up again to kiss Legolas chin and mouth before he spread kisses on the soft cheek of his beloved and moved on to the pointy ear. He knew exactly how sensitive the ears of an elf were. It was confirmed by the light cry escaping Legolas’ lips when Aragorn’s tongue licked over the tip of his ear. Another delighted squeal followed when the Dúnedain gently sucked at that particular spot. He let his tongue flicker over it a few more times before he carefully bit down a bit and continued the suckling. Legolas, underneath him, seemed not all that happy about it because the sensation just let his tension grow. His leggings were painfully tight now, his cock aching. Never before had the elf experienced anything like this.

“Estel…”

TBC