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Thranduil was a workaholic. It wasn’t so bad when Legolas was still living at home. No, those days, he would leave the office early, cook dinner and spend the evenings with his son. But Legolas had started college in Minas Tirith and moved away as it was a 6 hour drive from Eryn Lasgalen. Thranduil couldn’t bear the sadness of coming to an empty house day after day. So he filled the void with work. Exhaustion was his way of coping with the crippling loneliness. 

Weekends were the hardest. Legolas made the effort to come two times per month, but that still left two weekends where Thranduil needed to find ways to pass the time.

The first few months he had tried to see the positive side of not having his son at home. He could dedicate more time to his hobbies, he could try to start dating again and could even bring dates home without worrying.

The first weekend by himself, he tried dating. His friends set him up with a divorced mother of two. It was a disaster. The following weekend, he tried clubbing. Although he had been successful in taking someone home, he had felt out of place the whole time. Besides, it had just been a one night fling.

The same story repeated itself weekend after weekend. After two months he was ready to give up.

It was Saturday night, Thranduil was bored out of his mind so he did what everyone does when they are alone at home and with too much time on their hands. He went to his home office, sat at his desk and turned on the computer. He then clicked on one of his bookmarks and started browsing a gay porn website.

He was looking at the week’s most popular videos when his eyes stopped on a thumbnail showing a young man sitting on a couch, legs wide open, a dildo up his ass. The video was titled ‘Twink with a Daddy kink fucks himself until he cums’ and posted by GreenwoodElf. Thranduil hovered his mouse over the thumbnail, and in the preview he could see the twink inserting the dildo and jerking off. The three seconds were enough to make him half hard so he decided that this would be the video he would jerk off to tonight.  

Music started to play as the video started. Although you could not see above his lips, the young man was beautiful. He had long blonde hair, his body was lithe with little to no body hair and the muscles were not very defined, which, enhanced his boyish features and gave him a sort of androgynous look.

As a long slender hand with glistening fingers made it’s way between the twink’s legs, Thranduil unzipped his pants and took his cock into his hand. He stroked himself at a slow pace, watching as the twink’s fingers made teasing movements around his hole, slicking it with lube. He grabbed his cock harder when one finger, then another went in. He stroked himself in time with the fingers, watching hungrily as they went in and out, and in again.

After a few minutes, the fingers were replaced with a transparent purple dildo. Thranduil groaned when, at the intrusion, the pink lips opened in a silent gasp. The twink moaned and grabbed his cock with his free hand, the other, busy plunging the dildo deeper and deeper with every push. All the while, Thranduil stroked himself with increasing speed, the muffled calls of the twink asking for Daddy to fuck him harder spurring him on, taking him closer to the edge. He orgasmed as the twink pushed the dildo all the way in and came yelling “Daddy!”.

Thranduil revelled into the post orgasmic bliss for a few more seconds before clicking on GreenwoodElf’s profile. There were 15 other videos uploaded. He bookmarked the page and turned off his computer.

The following week, he jerked off to GreenwoodElf’s videos everyday. He came to love the way the twink’s pink lips gasped when the dildo entered him and how a soft pink flush spread from his cheeks to his chest when he came. Soon, he had watched all the videos at least twice. He was desperate for new content and visited the page daily. One day, as he refreshed the page for the 10th time, he noticed that a link to a webcam page had been added. He clicked on it and his heart almost jumped from his chest when he realized that by paying a monthly subscription fee he would be able to get exclusive content and interact with GreenwoodElf. He created an account and added his credit card details.

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It had been a month since Legolas started his classes at Minas Tirith University. He was loving the student life, the classes were interesting and life in the dormitories was pretty sweet. Tauriel, his friend from high school, was his neighbor and he had already made new friends from his floor. 

His only concern, as with any university student, was money. It wasn’t so bad really, quite the opposite, his father paid for the tuition fees and gave him a monthly allowance. But, given that he had chosen the most expensive room in the dorm, a studio, he had little money left at the end of the month. And what was student life without partying and getting drunk every weekend? 

He knew his father would never increase his allowance, so he had no choice but to find a part time job.

With these concerns in mind, he made his way towards Tauriel’s room. He knew she had recently started a part time job, so he hoped that she would be able to give him some advice. He opened her door without knocking and had the shock of his life at finding her naked in front of her laptop. 

After a moment of panic and running around the room, she put on a robe, asked Legolas to sit on the couch and told him that she was a webcam model, or camgirl. She explained that she performed several acts, non-sexual and sexual, on camera, for money. It was a job that paid well and gave her the flexibility to do it from her room at convenient hours.

Too shocked to say anything, he left.

The next day, the previous night’s revelations started to dawn on Legolas. He did some research on what it meant to be a camgirl/boy and went to ask Tauriel more questions. Somehow, the idea of camming was not uninteresting to him, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do it.

After a few more days of thinking about it, he decided to do it. However, going live straight away wasn’t something he felt comfortable with yet. So, to test the waters, he would first record some videos.

As he made preparations for his first recording, he remembered the tips that Tauriel had given him; To modify his voice so it sounded more sensual, to put music in the background because the dorm corridors could be noisy, and, last but not least, to avoid showing his face because it might ruin his future work prospects.

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That’s it, he had done it! He had officially recorded his first video! He watched the video upload on the website with a thrilling excitement. He wondered how many people would watch it and jerk off to him.

It was a ten-minute recording of him masturbating on camera. It had been surprisingly easy to do, he hadn’t felt stressed at all, on the contrary, one could even say that he was quite the natural. That was to be expected as he had always been confident with his body and comfortable with his sexuality. So he was not really pushing himself out of his comfort zone.

After that, he recorded more videos and grew bolder. He used sextoys and gave himself free rein to experiment with what turned him on. He realized that he actually enjoyed filming himself, it felt kind of… liberating. Something that he had never felt in real life, being too scared of what his partners would think of his kinks, particularly, his daddy kink. 

A few weeks later as he checked the performance statistics for his videos, he was surprised to see that they were quite popular. It not only reassured him, but also gave him the courage to start live camming. He added the link of his cam website on his profile and scheduled a live show for Thursday next week.

Thursday came unbelievably fast, he had been so busy with classes that he hadn't had time to worry about his first live. As he set the computer on the coffee table, he realized that he was nervous. He took a deep breath to release some of the tension and started undressing, going over his plan for the night. He wanted to be able to look at the screen and be in complete control so he would masturbate without using any toys.

Once everything was ready, he started the show. The first two people to connect were Lord_of_the_glittering_caves and ElvenKing, he greeted them sweetly. After a few minutes more people connected and the chat started getting busier. Legolas wondered how he would get turned on, but his concerns flew out the window the moment he read the chat.

ElvenKing: Hi little one, you look so damn pretty.

Lord_of_the_glittering_caves: How’s my gorgeous baby boy?

Legolas felt a rush of arousal at the pet names, his cock getting instantly hard. Eru, this was going to be a good night. 

ElvenKing: Show Daddy how you like to touch yourself.

“Anything for my Daddy” He replied.

ElvenKing’s words had an unbelievably powerful effect on him. He trailed his hand down his neck, slowly caressing his collarbones, his hand moved lower, touching his nipples. It stayed there for a few seconds teasing the hardening nubs before making his way down to his stomach. When it finally reached his groin, he grabbed his cock and gasped at the feeling. Tips started to rain and the chat was going crazy.

“Like this?” He asked, stroking himself slowly, hand moving up and down.

ElvenKing: yes, just like that, good job.

He couldn’t contain the whimper that escaped his lips. He felt incredibly horny, hornier than he had been in a longtime. 

ElvenKing: Now be a good boy and go faster.

Legolas’ hand sped up, his breath coming in short gasps. “Da-ah-daddy!” He moaned.

ElvenKing: Keep going, you are doing great.

Legolas’ hips started moving on their own, thrusting into his hand. He could barely control himself but needed to last longer, he couldn’t end the show now.

“Daddy can I finger myself?” He asked.

ElvenKing: You would like that wouldn’t you? Of course you can.

“Thank you Daddy” he said, letting go of his cock and grabbing the bottle of lube.

He coated his fingers, reaching behind his balls, he teased his entrance. He gasped as the first finger made its way in.

ElvenKing: that feels good doesn’t it?

“Yes it feels good” he managed to say in between moans.

ElvenKing: Yes what ?!

“Yes Daddy, it feels good” he corrected himself. Oh Eru, ElvenKing was driving him crazy. He added another finger inside and pushed deeper. He closed his eyes when intense pleasure swept along his skin. His free hand went back to his cock and he started stroking himself faster, he wanted to come, needed to come.

ElvenKing: Tell me how much you love being Daddy’s slutty little boy.

Those words took him over the edge. He felt his pleasure bulging and swelling until it exploded. For a long moment he was nothing, no one.

When he came back to his senses he made a show of licking his hand clean.

ElvenKing: You’ve made daddy proud.

He smiled at this and said goodbye turning the camera off. It had been a great night. Before he could turn off his computer, a new message arrived. He felt a jolt of excitement reading it. 

ElvenKing

Hi kitten, can you and Daddy have a private session next week?

I want you to see me jerk off.

It was an offer he couldn’t pass.

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Four months later

This week the atmosphere in the office was very strange. Whenever Thranduil walked into the kitchen area to get some coffee, conversations stopped. Whenever he walked by his colleagues, he received sidelong glances. He had this weird vibe that they were talking about him. He didn’t know it, but for the past few days, he was at the center of office gossip.

Thranduil was checking his emails when someone entered his office.

“So who’s the lucky person?” Elrond asked, giving him an amused look. 

Thranduil looked up from his screen and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh common! You can’t hide it from me. Rumor has it that you are seeing someone. So spit it out, who is it? It can’t be Eowyn. You did nothing but complain about how horrible your date was...”  Elrond insisted.

“That’s ridiculous, I am not seeing anyone.” He replied, giving Elrond a bored look. “Besides, I told you, I gave up on dating after last time’s disaster.”

His answer didn’t seem to discourage Elrond. “Ok, ok, then you are shagging someone.”

Thranduil let out a chuckle.

“Everyone has noted that cold and moody Thranduil suddenly became friendly and smiling Thranduil. Sex does wonders for your mood you know, so either you are seeing someone or shagging someone. Also, it’s difficult to ignore that on Tuesdays and Thursdays, the person who always leaves last, goes home before everyone else.” Elrond said, smiling smugly.

Thranduil sighed, “Maybe I just found a very interesting and fulfilling hobby.”

“Sure, that’s only believable if you tell me your hobby is writing smutty fanfiction.” He replied and left the room laughing.

Well, it might be true that sex was responsible for Thranduil’s improved mood. But he couldn’t really tell Elrond that, the sex was virtual and with a camboy. Neither was he going to admit that, he was obsessed with said camboy, and that, he was having the best sex he had had in a long time…

He looked at his watch. Today was Thursday and he had a private session scheduled with GreenwoodElf so he would be leaving the office in about one hour. For the past four months, they had bi-weekly private sessions and chatted almost everyday. It cost Thranduil a small fortune but it was totally worth it. What they had was not only about physical need for release, although the orgasms were mind-blowing, it was also about intimacy and emotional fulfilment. Even though neither of them knew each other's names or faces, there was a feeling of closeness. Somehow it was easy for them to have real conversations. They could be open with each other about their likes and dislikes because, they knew there would be no judgment. All in all, it had become a caring and giving relationship.

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Thranduil sat down in front of his computer, clicked on the link and turned on his camera. GreenwoodElf was already online. He could see him naked, sitting on the floor, back resting against the sofa.

“Your highness, how are you today?” Thranduil could hear the smile on the camboy’s voice. He had taken to calling him several pet names, my lord, my king, Daddy, your highness, your lordship. It was fun and he enjoyed it, but his all time favorite was Daddy. The way he said it had an edge to it that was absent with the other pet names and it never failed to turn him on.

They chatted a bit about how their day was. Thranduil told him about the office gossip and the he told him about last night’s college party and how he had been accosted by a very insistent person. At this, Thranduil felt an irresistible urge to commit murder, but said instead, “Don’t worry little one, tonight I am going to take such good care of you that by the time we finish, you will have forgotten all about it.”

The youth laughed sweetly and said “Thanks Daddy you are always so good to me.”

He then pushed himself up until he was kneeling and turned around, resting his elbows on the sofa. 

For long seconds Thranduil admired the silky hair cascading down the slender back and shoulders. Then, he watched as a hand softly caressed a buttcheek. 

“I have a surprise for you!” the camboy said sensually. The hand stopped moving and pulled the cheek to the side.

Thranduil’s dick became instantly hard when he saw the base of a plug between the soft cheeks. “Fuck kitten, look at you…” He groaned.

“I had it inside all day long Daddy.”

“Really? You are so good for me aren’t you baby? Such a sweet boy.” Thranduil took his cock in his hand and stroked himself while he watched the youth kneading and spreading his cheeks.

He thought about what he would do if he was there with him. He would start by pulling the plug out slowly and replacing it with his fingers. Then, he would move his fingers around until he found that sweet spot that would make the youth moan and beg. Lastly, he would shove his cock in and pound him into the sofa so hard he would have trouble walking the next day.

“Spread your legs and take it out.” Thranduil said, voice rough with want.

GreenwoodElf’s hand moved to the base of the plug and pulled it out slowly. 

“Now hold yourself open for me.” Thranduil marvelled at the way the hole gaped open.

“Yes, like that. Who does this belong to?” Thranduil asked.

“T-to you Daddy” the youth answered, breath coming out in short pants.

“That’s right, this pink. Sweet. Little. Tight. hole belongs to Daddy.” he said, punctuating every word with a stroke to his cock.

The camboy whimpered and continued spreading himself open, hole twitching. “Daddy ple-please…”

“What does my little boy want?”

“I- I… I… Please” He said breathlessly.

“Use your words baby. What do you want?”

“D-daddy… Fuck me please… I want to… F-feel you inside me…” He managed to moan out.

“Oh baby you feel empty?” he cooed.

The camboy noded.

“You can use your toy baby, I know how much you need it.”

GreenwoodElf did as he was told and reached out for a dildo and a bottle of lube. He coated the toy with a generous amount and moved it towards his entrance. He teased his hole for a bit and let out a soft whimper when the tip of the toy entered him.

“Show me how far you can take it.”

“I won’t last long… I can’t do it…” The youth complained weakly. 

“Shhh yes you can. Keep going doll.” Thranduil encouraged softly.

He complied pushing further and further, until the toy was fully sheathed inside him.

“Yes, like that, good boy. I knew you could do it. Now, I want you to touch yourself. Imagine that it’s my cock you are feeling inside of you”

“Yes Daddy, yes, fuck me!” he moaned with pleasure, shoving the toy inside him again and again.

“Oh baby you are gonna make me come.” Thranduil groaned.

“Please Daddy, please, pleaa-” He yelled and came all over the floor.

Thranduil followed, whispering “Yes that’s it, yes baby, yes, yes.”

Thranduil took a few moments to recover his breath. He saw the camboy slumped on the sofa, head resting between his arms. He seemed on the brink of passing out.

“Are you okay Kitten?”

“... Sleepy”

“Okay, take a nice hot shower and go to bed early”

“Yes Daddy” he chuckled.

“You were great as always Kitten. Keep being good for me and I will see you next week.”

“Goodnight Daddy”

Thranduil turned off the computer and sighed. He wished he was there with him, wished to take care of him, to take him into his arms and carry him to bed. He reminded himself that it was wishful thinking. That he was paying for a service and that this was all there would ever be.

The next morning he received a message:

GreenwoodElf:

Hi Daddy, I loved spending time with you yesterday ;)

I fell asleep before I could ask you but, I have been thinking about doing a video fucking someone, and I want that someone to be you!

Would you agree to us meeting and filming ourselves having sex?

Also, the video would be posted online, would that be an issue?

ElvenKing:

Hi darling, I also loved seeing you yesterday :)

Hmm I can’t deny that the idea of fucking you in person is very tempting.

But we live in different cities where would we even meet?

GreenwoodElf:

I will go to Eryn Lasgalen next weekend. That’s where you live right?

 We can get ourselves a hotel room ;)

ElvenKing:

Sounds great but let me do things properly and take you out on a date before fucking you.

How does french food sound?

GreenwoodElf:

Ohhh a date!! <3

French food sound lovely!

Can’t wait!!
                       

ElvenKing:

It’s my pleasure kitten.

I will let you know once I have made the reservations.

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Legolas decided to quit camming. His experience had been positive overall, he was making good money, enjoying himself and, for the first time, was having a fulfilling sex life. However, he had recently gone through a very unpleasant experience that made him want to quit.

To make a long story short, one of his regulars was being a creep. 

Lord_of_the_glittering_caves was among his first customers to become regulars. He would show up every time Legolas was doing a live, was always active in the chat and tipped him well. He was a good customer until, one day, things got ugly.

It all started when Lord_of_the_glittering_caves asked Legolas to create a private chatroom for them. Legolas had accepted and, at first, things seemed quite okay. The conversations mostly consisted of small talk, the kind one would have with strangers or colleagues. After a while, however, Lord_of_the_glittering_caves started requesting for private sessions very late at night. Legolas told him that he was unable to work during those hours but he was more and more insistent everyday. Then, once he realized that Legolas would not accept, he requested for them to meet in person. He immediately refused telling him that he never met customers. At this, Lord_of_the_glittering_caves started guilt-tripping him into acceptance. He said that he always tipped him well so Legolas should show how grateful he was and make more efforts towards his customers, especially loyal ones. The camboy didn’t know how to handle the situation so he said he would think about it. Big mistake.

After that, Lord_of_the_glittering_caves started leaving higher tips and being more insistent. It got to the point where he would flood Legolas with messages asking if he had decided on a date and a place etc… The situation was so stressful that the youth was no longer connecting on the website or camming except for his private sessions with ElvenKing.

After a few days of this, Legolas couldn’t take it anymore. He told Lord_of_the_glittering_caves that he decided not to meet him. The guy just went berserk. He told him that he would do everything in his power to find out who he was and where he lived. And, that once he had that information, he would pay him a visit and then, after having had his way with him, he would expose him to his friends and family. The guy was a fucking psycho… Legolas had never been so scared in his life and he immediately blocked him. 

A few weeks after, the fear in Legolas’ mind subsided. He was still scared that Lord_of_the_glittering_caves would follow up on his threats so he decided that the best thing to do was to stop camming. However, he was saddened by the realization that, if he stopped, he would no longer talk to ElvenKing. 

Over the past few months he had grown very attached to this customer. He knew that he shouldn’t feel this way, no, it wasn’t wise and went against everything he was taught. ElvenKing was a stranger and, ever since he was little, the same thing was drilled over and over into his head; don’t talk to strangers. Hell, life had recently shown him how dangerous talking to strangers could be. But somehow with ElvenKing things felt different, there was a... connection. It was something that he couldn’t explain. All they did was engage in virtual sex but somehow he felt safe, taken care of and understood. And it was mutual, he was sure. So when it came to saying goodbye to ElvenKing, he couldn’t do it. He spent countless sleepless nights tossing and turning in bed, trying to decide whether he should end things or ask for something more. In the end, he told himself that if he didn’t try to pursue this relationship he would regret it forever.

So one morning, he sent a message to ElvenKing asking if he would be interested in filming a video. Of course that was just a lie, he had planned on meeting his customer and telling him that he was quitting and wanted their virtual relationship to become something more. When the other accepted Legolas’ offer he couldn’t believe it. He had not only accepted but had told him he wanted to do things right and take him out on a date. A date! Oh Elbereth there was some hope after all!

The D day finally arrived. Legolas was back home for the weekend and in a few hours, he would be meeting the guy that had driven him crazy these past months.

It was still way too early, so he decided he would chill at home. He went down to the living room and ran into his adar who told him that he had plans and wouldn’t be back until late. Legolas bid him goodbye as he unlocked his phone to re-read the text message he had received that morning for the hundredth time.

‘Hi Kitten, can’t wait for tonight.
Meet me at L’Orinand at 8pm.
The reservation is under the name ElvenKing.’

He was so excited but needed a distraction otherwise he wouldn’t be able to wait until tonight. So he sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. 

A few hours later, he was about to get up to go get ready when his phone chimed with a notification. When he looked at the screen, absolute dread invaded him. Someone was attempting to log into his webcam account, porn website account and the email account associated with it.

“No...No...” he said in desperation and ran to his room. He quickly turned on his computer to check that he still had control over his accounts. He was relieved when he was able to log into his camming account and promptly deleted it. He next checked the porn website where he had uploaded some videos. That was okay too, he quickly deleted all the content followed by the account. Lastly, he tried to log into the email account he created for camming but when he typed-in his username and password he received an error message. He tried two more times unsuccessfully. Fuck, it was compromised. Dread filled him. He was sure that this was no mistake and that Lord_of_the_glittering_caves was behind it.

Legolas tried to keep calm, tried to focus on what he could do but panic started spreading into his mind. He felt as if there was a weight on his throat that made it hard to breath, as if that weight was squeezing the air out of his lungs. He fell to the floor and grabbed his sides, thoughts spiraling out of control. ‘ What am I going to do? What am I going to do?’

Minutes went by, he was unable to calm down and began to feel faint as his struggle to breath increased. Suddenly, an alarm started to ring. The sound brought him back to his senses. He took in the world around him. Right, his date. He had set the alarm to remind him that he needed to leave for his date. ‘ Just breathe. ’ He repeated to himself countless times. After a while, he was able to get up, put on the clothes that he had selected that morning and left. 

After that, things were hazy, he barely remembered getting out of the house or calling a cab. He was now in the restaurant, sitting at a private booth, holding the menu in trembling hands. He kept looking at it, eyes roaming the same page over and over, without comprehending any word. When he finally looked up, the waitress was making her way towards him, Thranduil trailing behind her.

‘ Ada? What is he doing here?’

They stopped at the booth and the look of confusion on Thranduil’s face was evident. Legolas watched shock flash across his adar’s features, then, realization hit him hard. ‘ Oh fuck, oh no… no, no, no, no! This can’t be. This was not possible.’ His day had just gone from bad to worse.

Thranduil sat down opposite Legolas. He noticed that his ion was too stunned to do anything, say anything. He looked at the waitress and ordered a drink. He would need something strong to help him cope with the reality of the situation. 

Both men stared at each other in silence. A few minutes went by and the waitress came back putting a glass of whiskey on the table. Tranduil took the glass in his hand and drowned the contents in one long gulp. He set the empty glass back on the table and decided to speak.  

“So, GreenwoodElf, we finally met.” He said bitterly. “Fuck, it was so obvious… Your hair, your voice... How could I have been so blind!” He buried his face in his hands as desperation flooded him. Knowing that all this time it was his ion on the other side of the screen was all kinds of nasty, fucked up and disgusting. 

Thranduil went on. “Why are you camming? Do you need money? Is the allowance I give you not enough? And why ?! Why on arda would you want to meet someone you barely know for a fuck?!”

Thranduil’s stern voice shook Legolas out of his stupor “A-ada… I-”. The words got stuck in his throat. This was too much...This had been the straw that broke the camel's back. Today, he had received shock after shock. He was still struggling to deal with his email being hacked. And now, he was supposed to deal with his ada being the person he was obsessed with. The weight of everything felt too heavy on his shoulders. He felt tears brimming, threatening to escape and, he couldn’t hold it in anymore, he finally let it all out. Tears ran down his face, sobs left his lips and his body trembled like a leaf.

Thranduil didn’t know why Legolas was crying but seeing his ion in that state broke his heart. It had been years since Thranduil had seen Legolas cry like this, years since he had had to comfort his ion. Legolas had always been so strong, what was going on? Sure, the realization that it was his father on the other side of the screen was shocking and disgusting, but it didn’t warrant this type of reaction. He couldn’t understand what was happening and the sudden need to reach out and touch the sobbing young man in front of him was overwhelming. He stood up and moved to sit on the bench next to Legolas.

He pulled him into his arms and stroked his back slowly, trying to sooth his distress. The youth buried his face against the crook of his neck and his sobs intensified. Knowing that something was upsetting the precious being in his arms made Thranduil want to pull the smaller body tight against his. He wanted to make him feel safe and happy again. He whispered soothing words in his ear and held him closer, rubbing his back slowly until the sobs started to soften.

He moved back a little to look into Legolas’ face and let his hands rest on either side of his neck, thumbs tipping his face upwards. Legolas’ eyes were closed, lashes wet with tears.

“Tell me what’s wrong. What do you need?”

Legolas was not shaking anymore but wouldn’t open his eyes, nor say anything. He just sat there, eyes closed, fresh tears streaming down his face. Thranduil hated those tears. Legolas was clearly hurting, he felt powerless and wanted to do something, anything , to see those bright blue eyes shine with joy again. So Thranduil did what his body was urging him to do. He pressed soft kisses to his cheeks, eyelids, forehead and nose and murmured words of comfort over and over.

“E-ElvenKing…” The whisper was barely audible but as soon as Thranduil heard it there was a switch. His mind slipped into his dominant headspace. It didn’t matter anymore that Legolas was GreenwoodElf. All that mattered was that his baby was hurting and needed his Daddy to make the pain go away.

“Little one, look at me. Look at me kitten, Daddy is here, you are safe.”

Finally, the blue eyes opened and gazed straight at him. Legolas sniffled softly. “D-daddy…”

Legolas had been struggling to keep his composure since finding out about the hacking. Everything that had happened today had been too much for him to cope with. As Thranduil hugged and soothed him he felt his control slipping. He was tired, too tired, he wanted someone else to take over, he didn’t want to think anymore. He wanted his Daddy, needed his Daddy. He thought about how much he needed ElvenKing right now and didn’t realize that he had said the name aloud until it was too late to take it back. Then something surprising happened, Thranduil used his pet names and told him that his Daddy was here. He felt the last strings of self control snap at the sound of those words. He entered his sub headspace, he was no longer Legolas, he was GreenwoodElf and he desperately needed his Daddy.

Legolas hadn’t meant to kiss Thranduil, his body had moved on his own. The knowledge that his Daddy was with him pushed him to seek much needed comfort. And the surprising thing was, that Thranduil accepted the kiss. It was sweet and short and lasted barely a second but it was everything he wanted. After they broke away they stared at each other’s eyes, realizing that they had finally met the person they longed for all this time.

Thranduil brushed away the remaining tears and moved down to kiss Legolas harder. The intensity of the kiss igniting a fire in both of them. They had played at this game for too long, their need couldn’t be contained anymore. 

“Daddy, I don’t want to think, I just want to feel. Please make this go away, please make me feel good.” Legolas' plea sent shivers through his body.

“Shh, it’s okay baby, Daddy is here and will take care of you and make you feel good.”

They managed to make it out of the restaurant and into a hotel across the road. Thranduil had booked a room there the previous day hoping to spend the night fucking his little camboy. Now he held a very distressed Legolas in his arms as he fumbled with the room key.

After they finally entered the room, he laid Legolas down on the bed. His little leaf’s cheeks and nose were flushed pink and his eyes were a little puffy from all the crying. He couldn’t help but find him so beautiful and felt his cock stir as the image of a Legolas crying, not from pain or sadness as he was now, but from too much pleasure and overstimulation flashed in his mind. Legolas had begged him to take over, to make him feel good and he was going to do exactly that.

“You look so pretty, little one. But, I think you will look prettier tonight after I wreck you.”

Legolas moaned at this. Thranduil watched as his pretty boy looked at him, eyes dark with lust and something softer like adoration.

“Take your clothes off. Let me see you.” 

Thranduil watched with bated breath as more and more pale skin got exposed. He reached down and traced a pink nipple teasingly with his finger, mesmerizing at the softness of the skin under his fingertip. “Oh… Daddy…” Legolas moaned softly as he continued to undress.

When Legolas was finally naked, Thranduil’s hand slid lower until it reached his groin and started to stroke Legolas cock. The sensation made the camboy gasp and rock his hips forward. “I-it feels good…”

After a few strokes, Thranduil increased the speed making Legolas whimper and moan loudly, the more his pleasure mounted, the louder the whimpering and moaning got. It felt so good to finally hear his baby in person, to finally be able to touch him and tease him. He could tell that Legolas’ orgasm was close and after a few more strokes the blond came hard shooting white ropes of come on his stomach and chest. Thranduil ran a finger on Legolas’ stomach gathering some of the pearly white substance. He brought it to the youth’s lips. “Lick” He said.

Legolas opened his mouth and took the finger in. Thranduil moaned, throwing his head back. The feeling of warmth engulfing his finger had his cock leaking and his erection felt very restricted in his pants.

He pulled his finger out of the small mouth. “Now turn around and get on your knees.”

He undressed as he watched how his little leaf turned around, got on his knees and leaned forward, exposing himself shamelessly to his Daddy. Eru, how many times had he imagined that pink hole stretched around his cock. He moved forward, hands kneading the soft flesh of Legolas’ cheeks. He pulled them apart, moved his head forward and devoured him bit by bit making Legolas melt. His lips kissed and sucked on the puckered hole, his tongue licked over and over, sometimes flat, sometimes pointed and catching on the rim. He marvelled at the softness of the skin around his tongue as it explored deeper and deeper. All the while Legolas was whimpering and moaning, yelling encouraging words and asking for more. Soon three digits were moving in and out of Legolas as his hips rocked back and forth, fucking himself on the fingers, trying to have them go deeper. “Please Daddy, please…”

“What do you want, baby? Use your words.”

Legolas wanted to be wrecked, taken apart by Thranduil’s cock. “Please, D-daddy… I want your cock… please fuck me…”

Thranduil pulled his fingers out of the wet hole, kneeled on the bed and placed himself in between Legolas thighs. He took his cock in his hand, stroked himself a couple of times, then guided it towards the fluttering pink entrance. “Are you going to show Daddy how well you can take his cock?” 

“Yes Da--Fuck, yes, yes...” To Legolas, the first breach was delightful. Thranduil’s cock was big and thick and stretched him wide. The feeling of fullness was amazing, it was so much better than he ever imagined. He felt every inch as Thranduil’s cock pulled out and slammed back in.

“Hmm… fuck baby, you are so tight.”

“More… Please, harder... Faster... Daddy please!” Legolas begged.

“You want Daddy’s cock so badly?… hmm... Okay, I want you to take everything Daddy gives you like the good boy that you are.” Thranduil’s grip on Legolas’ hips tightened and he pounded into him harder, deeper, faster. Legolas’ eyes rolled back into his head and he cried out at the increased roughness. “Yeeesss…” 

It was sweet sweet torture and he was loving every bit of it.

Bodies moved at a maddening pace, every thrust and moan bringing them closer and closer to the edge. Thranduil felt Legolas’ body tightening, walls clenching around his length. They orgasmed together, vision whiting out. Legolas’ legs gave out and they crashed down on the bed.

Thranduil moved them to their sides facing each other. They were out of breath. “Are you alright baby?”

“Yes Daddy, thank you… I love you.” Legolas snuggled closer and fell asleep.

Yes, what they did, what they had, might be all kinds of nasty, fucked up and disgusting. But it had felt a little too right and had been totally worth it.