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A Steward’s Desire (NC-17)

Written by Laurëlóte

27 February 2006 | 13627 words

Chapter 8

That night, Aragorn retired to his chambers early. He had got little work done after his talk with Faramir, distracted by his words. "Am I ready for what?" he asked himself, even more confused than before.

He was just settling into bed when there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" he growled, throwing on the silk robe hanging over the chair.

"It is Faramir, My Lord. I have an important matter I wish to discuss with you," came his steward's voice from the other side of the door.

"Come in," Aragorn replied annoyed. He was tired, and important matters usually required staying awake most of the night discussing papers and reports.

"This had better be good" he added as Faramir entered and closed the door behind him. It was then he noticed the determined, serious look on his steward's face.

Before he could ask what was wrong, Faramir advanced on him, grabbed a handful of his hair and rammed him against the wall. Before he could recover, he found Faramir's lips against his, and a tongue being shoved violently into his mouth.

When Aragorn failed to respond straight away, Faramir briefly started to worry that he had got it wrong, that he had misread the signs, but was almost immediately relieved when Aragorn started to return his kiss with just as much desire.

There was something else there too. Need.

"Aragorn needs this," Faramir thought to himself.

Breaking off from the kiss, Faramir's mouth moved towards Aragorn's ear, "I hope you are ready," he hissed.

Aragorn's head was spinning. The kiss was far better than anything he had ever imagined. In fact he doubted anyone's imagination could ever think up something so forceful, so passionate and so completely delicious.

Eager for more, he pulled Faramir into another kiss, while one hand tugged at the fastenings on the other man's tunic.

Determined to take things at his own pace, and to savour every last moment, Faramir reached up to stop Aragorn undoing his tunic, but he did not break off the kiss until both men were desperate for air.

Still panting from the kiss, he stepped away from the king, allowing him to take in his perfect form, and causing Aragorn to whimper in distress at the loss of his desire's touch.

Aragorn looked simply stunning in his black robe; the thin material doing nothing to hide his arousal. The look of confusion and anticipation on his face as Faramir simply stood watching him caused the young man to smile.

"Take off your robe," said Faramir after a moment, his voice soft, yet the words coming out as a demand, which made Aragorn both uneasy and even more aroused.

Aragorn moved his hands to the belt which fastened his robe, pausing uncertainly before undoing it, earning an order of "Now!" from Faramir.

He untied the belt, and slipped off the robe to reveal his naked body underneath.

In an attempt to maintain as much dignity as possible; Aragorn walked slowly over to the bed and returned the robe to its usual position, over the chair, before turning to face Faramir once more.

Aragorn's pulse was racing; there was nothing he wanted more than to have the young man touching and kissing him once more.

Faramir's eyes watched him intently, filled with desire. "Perfect," he said smiling, walking over to Aragorn and kissing him passionately once more, knowing that he would never tire of the taste of his soon-to-be-lover's lips.

Aragorn was desperate to remove Faramir's clothing so that he could do some exploring of his own, but was terrified that if he tried to take some control, that Faramir would leave him in this state.

Following Faramir's next order, he lowered himself down onto the bed, using his lower arms to raise himself slightly. He was desperate to know what would happen next. As far as he was concerned, the gorgeous young man in front of him could do whatever he wanted in return for just one more kiss of those sweet lips.

Faramir took his time removing his boots, and then undid the bindings of his tunic, at what seemed to Aragorn to be an excruciatingly slow pace. Eventually he slipped it off, exposing his upper torso, but left his leggings in place.

He guided Aragorn down onto the bed so that he was lying flat, and straddled his thighs.

Leaning in, he gave the king a brief kiss on the lips, before creating a trail of kisses down his neck.

Aragorn groaned softly as the kisses became teasing licks and nips, and brought his hands up to explore the chest above him.

"Do not touch, my love," said Faramir softly as he took Aragorn's hands and firmly placed them back at his sides before continuing his assault on Aragorn's neck and chest.

Reaching a nipple, Faramir gave it a slow sweep with his tongue, before suckling it gently, causing Aragorn to shudder with pleasure.

As the younger man focussed his attention on the other nipple, Aragorn found that he could not resist and longer. He tried to obey but his desire to reach out and touch Faramir was too great. Letting out a soft moan, he brought his hands up once more, and gently ran them down Faramir's back.

Before he could finish the action however, the man above him pulled away and took his wrists in one hand.

Looking around him, Faramir quickly found the sort of thing he was searching for. He took the belt from Aragorn's robe and quickly tied the king's wrists together and to the bed, so that they were resting above his head.

Realising what was happening, Aragorn panicked and quickly tried to pull away. He disliked being tied up, it usually made him feel uncomfortable, but again that night, Faramir's strength surprised him, his grip was too strong, and the knot too tight.

"Please," whimpered Aragorn. "Let me touch you, I have wanted to for so long."

"You should have thought of that before my love," said Faramir softly. "Tonight, you are being punished for questioning my skills of discipline, and for moping around when you could have had me a long time ago. You only had to ask. So for now, you will feel only what I want you to feel."

With that he placed a brief kiss on Aragorn's lips, wanting him to relax and to enjoy the sensations being stowed upon him. In truth, Faramir was desperate to be touched, his shaft crying out to be released from his leggings into those heavenly lips of the king's, but he was determined to wait just a little longer.

The smile on the steward's face and the look of mischief in his eyes calmed Aragorn down immediately. He trusted Faramir completely and knew deep down that he would have plenty of other opportunities for all the things he wanted to do. With all uncertainty gone, he was more than happy for the other man to have control. He had never surrendered so completely to anyone, and found it positively arousing.

So far, Faramir had avoided his weeping shaft, but Aragorn knew that it would not take much more to push him over the edge.

"Turn over. On your knees," ordered Faramir, who had moved away to remove his own leggings, exposing his own hardened shaft.

At that moment, Aragorn wanted nothing more than to take it into his mouth and to taste the man he desired so much. His bindings, however, did not allow it, and he had no choice but to follow Faramir's command.

Faramir knelt between Aragorn's parted knees and gently bestowed kisses down his spine, causing Aragorn to shudder. He moved his hands down Aragorn's sides until they came to rest on the king's well toned behind.

Aragorn tensed as he felt his buttocks being moved apart and mentally prepared himself to be breached, but the hot, moist sensation of Faramir's tongue which followed, completely surprised him.

Faramir's tongue danced around Aragorn's entrance, occasionally sweeping over it, causing him to moan in anticipation.

Sensing Aragorn was close, Faramir stepped up his assault flicking his tongue in and out of the tight ring of muscle causing Aragorn to buck in delight.

"Gods Faramir," groaned the king. "I can not take much more."

"Then come for me my love," replied Faramir.

Hearing that final demand was all that was needed, Aragorn's legs buckled from under him as he came hard, causing him to collapse as a feeling of release and pleasure passed though him.

"That was," panted Aragorn, desperately trying to get some words out to form a sentence, but failing completely. "That was... Mmm"

Faramir untied Aragorn's hands, before pulling him close and kissing his neck, allowing him some time to recover.

It did not take long for a new sense of urgency engulfed Aragorn. Quickly reversing their positions he took Faramir's erection into his mouth. He swallowed the whole length and then pulled away. As he repeated the action several times Faramir moaned.

It was all the steward could do not to thrust himself further into Aragorn's mouth. He tried to pull away as he felt the control slipping from him. "Let me take you Aragorn, my love," he said softly.

"Yes, I want to feel you inside me," responded Aragorn, unable to hide the desire in his voice.

Faramir smiled, and moved to retrieve a small vial of oil from his tunic. Opening it, he spread a few drops over his fingers and placed the bottle on the side.

Closing the gap which had appeared between them, Faramir claimed Aragorn's mouth again, demonstrating every bit of passion and desire which had been present in their first kiss of the evening.

Aragorn moaned into the kiss as he felt an oily finger slide into his entrance.

Faramir added another finger and continued stretching the ring of muscle by moving them in a scissoring motion, however it was his turn to groan when Aragorn started running his tongue down his sensitive neck.

He brushed the tips of his fingers across Aragorn's prostate, and soon they were moaning in unison.

"Please Faramir, take me now," begged Aragorn. "I can not bear to wait any longer."

Faramir's heart jumped, he had wanted to hear those words for a long time, and had decided that afternoon in the garden that he was going to hear Aragorn beg before the night was through.

He quickly added a third finger, not wanting to take the other man before he was fully prepared.

"Gods please, make me yours," whimpered Aragorn, bucking as Faramir swept over his sweet spot once more.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Faramir removed his fingers, and once again picked up the vial of oil, this time spreading some of the contents over his weeping shaft.

Pressing the tip of his erection at Aragorn's entrance, he found himself pulled into another kiss, and slowly breached his lover below him. As he felt the muscles tighten around him, he stopped, allowing Aragorn to adjust to the intrusion, before sheathing himself fully.

"Move love, please,"

At Aragorn's words, Faramir started to thrust, slowly at first, and then increasing his pace as his desire started to overwhelm him.

Aragorn moved his hips upwards to meet each thrust, and let out an erotic cry as Faramir adjusted his position, causing him to hit Aragorn's prostate again and again.

Faramir knew that he would not last much longer, and anxious that they peak together, he wrapped a hand around the king's shaft and imitated every thrust he made.

As all control was lost, his thrusts became more irregular and more forceful, slamming into Aragorn as hard as he could. He felt the muscles around him tighten, and a final thrust pushed him over the edge.

They came together, crying out each other's names. Neither of them would ever forget the expressions of pure bliss visible on their faces, and no words were needed between them.

Exhausted, they soon drifted off to sleep, holding each other close, knowing they had finally found their hearts' desire.

The End

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