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eachdraidhean) wrote2005-06-12 01:13 am
eachdraidhean) wrote2005-06-12 01:13 am
Urgency
Title: Urgency
Pairing: B/F
Summary: Boromir and Faramir's first night together in a while!
Rating: NC-17
Warning!: Incestuous, but between two grown up, fully consenting guys!!
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line
Notes: Also posted to "Bean Squee" and "Ithilien Night".
Beta: not beta-ed
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Just ask first
My first full on smut fic. Just wanted to find the intensity of the moment.
Also posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sons_of_gondor, bean_squee and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ithilien_night
Urgency
In the dead of night, fire burns bright in the room, illuminating two bodies writhing in flickering light.
Hands roam, fingers tangle in tousled hair, need and want and desire collide and mingle, dripping down inflamed skin like hot sweat, mouths and tongues collide, tasting, taking, hands bruise skin with eager need, reminders for the morning of shared intensity. A tongue searches out a trail from neck to stomach, licking and sucking a path down sensitive flesh. A mouth envelops hard flesh, making its owner writhe with pleasure. Sucking and tasting and licking,
Boromir torments his brother, needing to hear the sound of him, needing to feel fingers entwined in his hair, needing to taste him. As he finally swallows Faramir down his throat, his brother convulses beneath him, a cry escaping his lips as hands tighten then release, falling back to the bed, where they lie, twitching, until Boromir takes them in his, and holds them steady.
As Faramir regains the ability to breath, Boromir finds the small bottle of oil he had placed by the bed, and drips a little onto his hands.
Boromir's oil soaked fingers tease Faramir for a moment, before slipping inside him, working in and out, stretching him. When Faramir's hips buck off the bed, Boromir increases pressure in that particular spot, making his brother gasp.
“Bory …” finding it hard to speak, his words are straight to the point, “… fuck me … please!”
Boromir's green eyes darken, and he grasps his brother's hips, pulling him closer. With one thrust, he is buried deep. Faramir cries out, his head slamming back against the bed. Boromir's rhythm is hard, fast, driven by two months apart and the sight of his beloved laid out below him, wanton eyes filled with need.
He leans forward, tongue lapping at a hard nipple, holding his brother as Faramir squirms below him. Faramir's movements become erratic, and Boromir feels the heat tightening around him, taking reason and thought from him. He feels Faramir's hot seed on his belly, and is taken over the edge, finally finding the release he has ached for.
Boromir wraps his brother in his arms, placing gentle kisses on his face, and pulls a quilt around them. As the fire dies, sleep overtakes them and for a while they can forget the cares the world places on them, content to lie in each other's arms.
Pairing: B/F
Summary: Boromir and Faramir's first night together in a while!
Rating: NC-17
Warning!: Incestuous, but between two grown up, fully consenting guys!!
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line
Notes: Also posted to "Bean Squee" and "Ithilien Night".
Beta: not beta-ed
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Just ask first
My first full on smut fic. Just wanted to find the intensity of the moment.
Also posted to
sons_of_gondor, bean_squee and ithilien_nightUrgency
In the dead of night, fire burns bright in the room, illuminating two bodies writhing in flickering light.
Hands roam, fingers tangle in tousled hair, need and want and desire collide and mingle, dripping down inflamed skin like hot sweat, mouths and tongues collide, tasting, taking, hands bruise skin with eager need, reminders for the morning of shared intensity. A tongue searches out a trail from neck to stomach, licking and sucking a path down sensitive flesh. A mouth envelops hard flesh, making its owner writhe with pleasure. Sucking and tasting and licking,
Boromir torments his brother, needing to hear the sound of him, needing to feel fingers entwined in his hair, needing to taste him. As he finally swallows Faramir down his throat, his brother convulses beneath him, a cry escaping his lips as hands tighten then release, falling back to the bed, where they lie, twitching, until Boromir takes them in his, and holds them steady.
As Faramir regains the ability to breath, Boromir finds the small bottle of oil he had placed by the bed, and drips a little onto his hands.
Boromir's oil soaked fingers tease Faramir for a moment, before slipping inside him, working in and out, stretching him. When Faramir's hips buck off the bed, Boromir increases pressure in that particular spot, making his brother gasp.
“Bory …” finding it hard to speak, his words are straight to the point, “… fuck me … please!”
Boromir's green eyes darken, and he grasps his brother's hips, pulling him closer. With one thrust, he is buried deep. Faramir cries out, his head slamming back against the bed. Boromir's rhythm is hard, fast, driven by two months apart and the sight of his beloved laid out below him, wanton eyes filled with need.
He leans forward, tongue lapping at a hard nipple, holding his brother as Faramir squirms below him. Faramir's movements become erratic, and Boromir feels the heat tightening around him, taking reason and thought from him. He feels Faramir's hot seed on his belly, and is taken over the edge, finally finding the release he has ached for.
Boromir wraps his brother in his arms, placing gentle kisses on his face, and pulls a quilt around them. As the fire dies, sleep overtakes them and for a while they can forget the cares the world places on them, content to lie in each other's arms.
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