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Family Games (NC-17) 
Written by December19 December 2010 | 65301 words
Chapter 15. True Nature
The young captain’s bed was quite spacious for one man, but two it could only house comfortably if they lay snugly together – luckily, this was not an issue.
The two rested on their sides, front to front, their noses almost touching.
“Is there anything in particular you would want of me?” Orophin murmured coyly, beginning to rock his rigid need against the Man’s newly swelling loins.
Faramir grinned back. “Mm, I don’t know… This?” he took the Elf on the face and pressed a deep hot kiss into his mouth.
Orophin responded readily, and they kissed thoroughly and without haste.
“I see,” the Elf conceded when they broke apart at last. “How about now?” He flipped over to lie on his side again, but this time with his back to Faramir’s front.
He pressed himself hard to Faramir, as though trying to blend together with him. When Faramir put his hand on the Elf’s hip and kissed him on the exposed curve of his neck, Orophin began to arch and subtly move against the Man’s body, as though waves were passing through him, waves originating in his pelvis.
The change in the arrangement did indeed evoke a very different reaction in Faramir. He quite clearly sensed a shift in power, more control passing to him when Orophin assumed this exposed position – Faramir perceived that a freedom he could not yet comprehend was given to him, and new horisons were made accessible to him. And the sensation of the Elf’s rump grinding at him as though in invitation called again on that same instinct that had awoken in Faramir when first he had laid his palms on his friend’s athletic backside. The way the cleft between Orophin’s buttocks so warmly and cosily cradled his hardening length would be enough to rob Faramir of all peace of mind – but this rhythm Orophin was proposing that he pick up… It darkened Faramir’s vision, and made his heart as though expand and become heavy in his chest, and heat rush to his face and neck – and, most prominently, in less than a minute it made his cock snap to full readiness.
Orophin apparently felt the latter development, for he hummed in unconcealed smugness, and asked again, “So, what about now?”
“Now…” Faramir tried to reply, but his voice faltered, and he swallowed with difficulty. “Now, Orophin, I… I don’t… You…”
“’Tis all right,” the Elf turned over his shoulder to give Faramir a quick kiss on the lips. “Just lie with me and touch me however you would, anywhere you like.”
This was a suggestion easy to follow. At first Faramir tried to focus on his friend’s front, as he thought he ought to: he ran his hands everywhere, and tweaked the Elf’ nipples, and played with his erection – but, although Orophin clearly enjoyed all of this, Faramir could not help but feel that he was tarrying while he was supposed to go elsewhere.
And eventually he let his unphrased desires guide him, and moved his hand to caress the Elf on his side: his shoulder, and flank, and thigh – then his back. And along Orophin’s back Faramir’s hand was drawn irresistibly downwards, until it came to cup the curve of the Elf’s bottom. It aroused great lust in Faramir to knead and squeeze this firm roundly shaped flesh, and quite without meaning to he even gave it a pinch and a light slap. It only made Orophin chuckle – but Faramir himself it made suck his teeth and almost groan, such burning pressure these actions for some reason brought on his loins.
This pressure made him seek for something else, for something more – and as the private crease of the Elf’s backside lured and beckoned to him with a vague promise of a hidden treasure to be discovered, Faramir soon found himself probing gently beneath the muscular curve to slide his fingers between his friend’s legs.
Orophin sighed loudly and arched at him as Faramir came to feel him on the underside, searchingly caressing the smooth sensitive skin of his perineum and upper thighs.
Faramir sighed also when he moved his hand backwards a bit and found a faint dent in the line between Orophin’s buttocks. It felt tender and uneven to the touch, and the young man had enough reason left in his mind to understand this dent, although very small, was special, for it had the ability to yield to him. The Ranger’s cock had given a twitch of deprivation when the pad of Faramir’s finger had brushed against this potential entrance, and Faramir knew he would not manage to pull his hand away until he explored it properly.
“Wait a moment,” Orophin called to him gently, and took Faramir’s hand and brought it to his lips. He pulled the man’s index finger into his mouth, and licked at it lavishly – and the sensation of the smooth delicate heat on his skin made Faramir gasp with desire.
“Now go ahead,” Orophin allowed dreamily when he had made sure Faramir’s finger was as wet as only he could make it.
It felt to Faramir as though the Elf had actually welcomed him in, so easily he slipped inside. Going further in, however, obviously required some patient and careful work, for he felt great resistance, and was afraid of causing hurt.
“Take it out,” Orophin whispered without turning to the young man. “Now back in,” a deep sigh, “good…” then, “a little deeper – now take out.” Faramir could tell he was smiling. “Play with me, Faramir. Make me relax.”
Approaching it as a game was indeed helpful, it allowed Faramir be far less forceful than his need demanded. He could not explain it to himself why it felt so vital to him to penetrate his friend’s body as deep as only he could, while it was obviously for Orophin’s benefit they were doing this – but nevertheless it brought him immense gratification and excitement to work his way into Orophin’s private heat. The Elf felt at once very tautly, compactly resistant on the inside – and surpassingly fragile and vulnerable. Faramir could only ideate what depths of trust it required to let one’s body be handled thus by another – and even taking into account everything that had passed between him and Orophin, the young man was far from certain he would have succeeded had they tried to switch places.
No, he liked his role in their play perfectly well.
“Mm, you feel so tight,” he breathed out hazily against the Elf’s neck when he had worked himself in to the knuckle, and only marveled at how it excited him to utter something indecent like that.
“Just imagine… how good it is going to feel to put your cock in there…” Orophin slurred back with a grin audible in his voice.
“What?” Faramir’s eyes shot wide open, and he jerked his hand away, making Orophin gasp in discomfort. “I couldn’t possibly do that!” the young man exclaimed with unappealable certitude, in his shock abruptly forgetting his need and the throbbing erection that embodied it.
“Oh, goodness…” Orophin swiftly turned over to face him, a frown of exasperation upon the Elf’s brow. “Why ever not? It seemed to me you liked touching me there, so…? Or do you deem it unclean to actually penetrate me with your manhood?”
“What? No,” Faramir shook his head, frowning also. “No, you are lovely, and of course my body yearns for something like this – but I just can’t.”
“But why not, if we both want it? Is this your dratted propriety raising up its head again?”
“Orophin, for Valar’s sake, be reasonable. You felt so strait around just one finger of mine – and to put all of this into you…” Faramir looked down at his arousal. “In all frankness, I just don’t think a man’s body was meant to be used like so.”
“Oh?” Orophin curved his brow. “And who are you to judge that?” he asked drily. “Or has Eru Ilúvatar himself paid you a visit to explicate how exactly he had meant for his children to love each other, and why he has given men the means to experience joy this way, both the giver and the taker?”
He paused emphatically, as though veritably expecting Faramir to say something in answer – and Faramir did.
“From what I know of Eru, although that is admittedly little, I would say he did not wish for his children to suffer, and least of all to inflict suffering upon one another in the name of love and joy,” he spoke quietly but with great conviction.
Orophin stared at the young man wordlessly for a long moment, and it seemed to Faramir the Elf might kiss him in response – or else start crying.
“Is this what stops you?” Orophin asked in barely a whisper, still gazing incredulously into Faramir’s eyes. “The prospect of hurting me?”
Faramir grinned wearily. “Not only hurting – damaging you. That place is so tiny and delicate, and I am not exactly sparingly endowed –wouldn’t I disfigure you?”
“So that’s the problem.” Orophin laughed with great relief – and merriment. He then took the rather bewildered Faramir on the face and leant in very close to him to murmur practically against his lips, “Not if you are patient and careful, you won’t disfigure me. Believe me, Faramir, I know what I am getting into, I’ve been there before. I shall love it, and thank you for it, and there shall be no damage at all – not even pain.”
Faramir heaved a long troubled sigh and pursed his lips, indicating he was rather doubtful still.
Orophin laughed again. “Ah, how could I not fall for you indeed? Worrying for me like this…” he kissed the Man on the mouth with a quick teasing kiss, and his eyes were like twinkling stars when he looked at Faramir again. “Back when I first saw you in Ithilien, before I even learnt your name, deep within my heart I already knew this would happen between us one day – and now I see my heart has chosen well. You would become closer than a brother to me if we do this, and that is what I wish,” he kissed Faramir again, this time far more tenderly – then a mischievous spark lit up in his eyes. “Now then, let us get some more spit on your fingers and put them where they ought to go, mm?”
He slung his leg over Faramir’s hip and kissed the Man passionately on the mouth as Faramir returned to his quest, albeit still with a good measure of well-meaning reluctance.
But in time the young man saw his friend had not been exaggerating, for Faramir now had two fingers fully sheathed in him, and apparently it brought Orophin nothing but thrill and even greater lust. He rocked his hips to meet Faramir’s hand, and when Faramir had gone into him to the knuckles, asked that the Man stop sliding in and out and only stroke and massage him on the inside.
When Faramir did, the Elf soon began to pant in earnest, and moan softly, his cheeks blushed bright, his lips even brighter, eyes closed tight. His inner muscles started to contract and relax convulsively around Faramir’s fingers, and now that the young man knew where they were heading, he wondered what it would do to him to feel the same rapturous grip around his erection – and moaned also.
“Orophin,” he breathed against the other’s throat, bowing to kiss it hungrily. Orophin threw his head back and arched to him – and when Faramir curled his fingers up against the front wall of his passage yet again, the Elf whimpered helplessly.
“Orophin…!” Faramir felt an unappeasable urgency overtake him, his manhood twitching and throbbing, blood pounding in it. “Orophin… are you ready?”
“Get the oil,” the other panted thickly in reply.
Faramir nodded dazedly, let out a ragged breath – and brought himself to let go of his friend’s heated lithesome body, and climb over him to fetch the bottle from the floor.
Orophin turned to rest on his back and propped himself up on his elbows.
“Now, calm down a little,” he said when Faramir proffered him the vessel. The Elf’s chest was heaving, his eyes dark and dilated, face glowing with inner heat, but his voice sounded clear, and there was unmistakable lucidity in his gaze. “’Tis no good to rush now – I would gladly have you take me wildly and without restraint, but I haven’t been breached for so long… If we are gentle the first go, we’ll be able to make love many more times tonight.”
“I never meant to be rough with you,” Faramir assured him earnestly, but the Elf only grinned.
“That’s what you think now,” he said.
He motioned for Faramir to sit upright opposite him, with legs parted, and assumed the same position between the Man’s spread thighs, putting his legs over Faramir’s hips and behind him.
“Rest at ease and relax,” Orophin said in a playfully authoritative way, “I shall take care of everything.”
Faramir did as the Elf asked, but curved his brow nonetheless. “I thought I was the one to do the taking.”
“You shall do all the taking you want, my dear Faramir – in due course. I have no doubt in your ability to swive all sense out of me, and so I’ll let you, only wait a little more.”
Orophin poured the subtly green oil onto his palms, and slid them up and down Faramir’s rigid erection, coating it well, then put some more between his own legs.
“Now,” Orophin smiled lazily, “come to me.”
When Faramir moved as close to the Elf as he only could, Orophin took him around the base of his cock and proceeded to carefully guide him in, the Elf’s lips pursed and brow furrowed in concentration. They shifted, and tilted their hips, and when the right alignment was achieved, Orophin took a big deep breath and, holding Faramir firmly in place, began to sink onto him.
As soon as the tip of his erection was enveloped by the constraining heat, Faramir shut his eyes and lolled his head back.
“Aren’t you going to look?” Orophin asked mischievously, pausing in his progress.
Faramir swallowed, nodded, and gazed at him again.
“This… is incredible,” he whispered vaguely.
Orophin tilted his head to the side and laughed. “We haven’t even started. Brace yourself: we’ll need your endurance.”
It already felt to Faramir like a major test of his endurance to merely hold still while Orophin brought their bodies together. Faramir had felt his friend’s nimble fingers around his erection, and so his moist skillful mouth, had had the Elf’s buttocks and arousal grind against it – but this form of love he was just beginning to experience surpassed by far all the others… The hard burning ring sliding lower and lower onto his length, followed by such delicate, yielding pliancy that enveloped him seamlessly like a finest scabbard…
The Elf sighed and gasped softly, and bit his lip, and arched his back, and to watch him was a great delight in itself. And Faramir chose to rather look him in the face than trail his eyes below, for first there was the sight of Orophin’s engorged manhood swelling with lust and trembling impatiently as its owner’s body was being filled up with another hardness – and a little lower than that Faramir could indeed see himself gradually disappearing into Orophin, and he doubted this was a sight he could withstand for long.
At last he was all in, and Orophin let his lover grow used to the sensation, and remained still for a couple of minutes, his gaze resting thoughtfully on Faramir’s flushed face.
“Move with me,” he said then, and began to rock at the young man ever so subtly.
Aside from the penetration itself only their hips and thighs were in contact as they sat each leaning back slightly, hands planted on the mattress behind them to give lever for pushing. This upright position was very helpful for keeping consciousness and awareness, for it required concentration and precision rather than blind power and passion, and Faramir was grateful for that. His lust had given way to a more complex, reflective passion, and he wished to savour this depth of communication, nothing being voiced yet somehow so much being said.
For a long time they moved in an exceptionally slow and mild rhythm, pushing together, then holding for a long breath, then pulling slightly apart to then come together again.
As gradually they began to pick up speed, Faramir’s need grew sharper, and he began to burn for more contact, to feel the heat and strength of Orophin’s body with his chest, and his belly, and his arms, to melt against his lips once again, to inhale the full measure of his sweet heady fragrance, to have that long shining hair fall about him like a cloak.
“I wish to hold you,” he said, reaching to pull the Elf in.
“Aye, hold me,” Orophin whispered indulgingly, and wrapped his arms around Faramir’s neck, shifting forward to be somewhat atop and above the Man, riding him only through the exertion of his legs and lower body. Faramir himself could hardly continue pushing without the support of his arms, his hips pinned to the bed by Orophin’s weight, but that made little difference to him. He let the Elf make use of what heat and strength of his own Faramir had to offer, the strength securely cradled within Orophin’s svelte agile body. The young man wished it would last forever like this, so beautiful this arrangement seemed to him, so harmonious, so inoppressively delightful, hugging each other with both arms and legs, so compactly fitting around and into each other…
But Orophin was pushing harder and harder, his need apparently sharpening also – and eventually tipped Faramir over with his assault, so that the Man lay back onto the sheets, and Orophin remained straddling him.
Faramir looked up at the Elf moving atop him, his shape seeming veritably aglow with light as the hearth cast its warm glow on him from behind, creating a soft halo around his figure. The expression of pleasure and joy on his face rendered him ravishing beyond belief, and he looked so lost in his delight as though he had quite forgotten about everything around him.
Faramir could now thrust into him at ease, and so he did, taking his lover by the hips – and Orophin began to shudder and groan, his brow furrowing as though in distress. This change in his handsome face strangely made him seem even fairer, and also even more alluring in a vulnerably sensual way. And watching him like this, and feeling the perpetual joint movement of their bodies made the young Ranger think back on how the evening had begun, how unthinkable this development would have appeared a mere hour ago… And now everything was happening so easily and naturally, as though off its own accord, as though it had always been meant to be so, as though it could never have been otherwise…
As Orophin bowed forth to lean with his hands on Faramir’s chest, the Elf’s hair tickled the side of the Man’s face, and Faramir raised his hands to run his fingers through the swaying locks. The young man was getting lost in Orophin’s beauty, and sensed that he was, and it filled him with amazement and elation. He knew then that this was the sort of lovemaking he had always wanted but did not dare even envisage – the point was not that Orophin was a boy, the point was that loving him was a clear and stainless blessing, for even when his features were ruled by passion, he was still the gentle and graceful youth so dear to Faramir’s heart.
Faramir still thought so when Orophin’s arms gave out and he fell flat onto the Man, and came to rock Faramir’s whole body with his exertions, his swollen rigid sex as though trying to rub a hole in the man’s abdomen. Faramir still thought so when Orophin’s need escalated to a nearly hysterical degree, making him drive against Faramir with frantic greed, the Elf’s breath coming out in strained plangent moans. They were so loud and piteous Faramir would have thought his friend was in pain, were it not for the rapt uprising note in Orophin’s voice.
Faramir could no longer keep up with the fierce tempo Orophin was setting and, fearing to distune it, lay still and only held his lover firmly by the buttocks, letting him do all the work. In any case, the young man was quite overpowered by what was happening to the other, and was so engrossed in Orophin’s tempestous pleasure he quite forgot to think about his own interest.
Suddenly Orophin jerked against him and screamed piercingly, the scream dying into a hoarse grunt – then once more. His body stiffened with a powerful spasm, he gasped desperately for breath, then arched and cried again, all the while digging his fingers into Faramir’s shoulders.
For a few more seconds he clutched Faramir violently, shaking all over as convulsions rode through him – then abruptly went quiet and lay limp atop the Man, only his legs quavering faintly and barely audible sniffing noises rising in his throat.
Faramir exhaled heavily, delirious and winded as though a storm had just raked through him, and held still, only hugging the Elf tightly. Orophin’s sunny locks were strewn all around, even over Faramir’s eyes, lips and his damp forehead, but the Man hardly noticed. He could not believe his arousal had endured the mind-shattering treatment Orophin’s muscles had given it when the Elf climaxed – but here it was, hot and peppy within its sublime shelter.
“Oh… Orophin…” Faramir whispered against the hot skin of the other’s throat, and felt a pulsing vein with his lips.
Orophin hummed contentedly, then tilted his face to kiss the Man on the lips.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered back.
“But…” Faramir looked at him with hazy, confused eyes, “you have finished…”
“Don’t stop,” the Elf repeated. “You are burning – go ahead and satisfy yourself into me.”
Faramir closed his eyes momentarily, and let out a slow ragged breath, doing his best to control himself and not make any sudden movement that might hurt his relaxed lover, still impaled to the hilt on his shaft.
“All right,” Faramir whispered with some difficulty, and licked his lips. “But may I turn you over first?”
Orophin chuckled. “Do whatever you want with me.”
Faramir held him close around the back and hips, and smoothly rolled both of them over so that the contact of their bodies did not break for a second. He then hooked his arms under his lover’s knees, so Orophin could fully relax beneath him and still the Elf’s legs would be pulled up to his chest in a manner convenient for the Man. Faramir sighed as he settled deeper into the other’s embrace, finding comfortable support for his weight and sinking still further into Orophin’s wide-open body. The Man kissed him slowly and thoroughly for quite some moments before finally beginning to rock into him.
Seeing as Orophin had grown so indolent and mellow from his release, Faramir meant to be gentle and undemanding – and for a couple minutes actually succeeded. He did not notice when exactly his body slipped out of his control, but after that extremely little was in his power.
Orophin began to moan beneath him again as Faramir rammed repeatedly into that sensitive area inside him. The Elf’s hands were feverish over the Man’s body, caressing his front, and back, and arms, and Orophin mumbled senselessly in his own tongue. Seeing him so undone and exposed, and feeling the Elf’s limp unassuming manhood with the bottom of his abdomen only whipped Faramir on, and the man’s hips became positively wild. It felt so good to be on top, to be so snugly, lovingly received, to be able to put all of himself into this without any restraint…
He could hardly breathe for the strain, and his heart was beating painfully, but all Faramir could feel was the joy and power of his motion, and the warmth and softness of Orophin’s lips on his throat aptly repeated by the warmth and softness with which the Elf held his desire…
Then, sudden as a strike from behind, pleasure overcame him. It raised him to its crest just as he exploded into Orophin, and for several wildly ecstatic moments Faramir rode on its waves in breathless rapture – and then it pulled him under into senseless blissful darkness, swiftly undoing his consciousness, and he remembered little more as he closed his eyes and settled against his lover’s heated welcoming body.
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Wow, December, I did hope that my request would go to you, I know you write so well… but I never expected to get an eighteen-chapter story! And how will I find the time to read it all, now?
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