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Family Games (NC-17) 
Written by December19 December 2010 | 65301 words
Chapter 16. A Better Lover
When Faramir began his return to wakefulness, he did not know whether it was fifteen minutes or three hours later – and cared little. Without opening his eyes he could tell the room had grown noticeably darker, only one or two candles still burning and the fire having apparently died out. The frosty wind could be heard soughing homelessly outside and scraping at the walls of stone, imploring to be let in – but in the chamber it was still warm, so very warm…
The man decided not to wake just yet and snuggled sleepily to the pillow with a sigh of contented laziness. It did not escape his attention, however, that the pillow was not supposed to be there.
Faramir was lying on his front as their lovemaking had left him, only Orophin had crawled out from under him while he slept, and from what Faramir could feel, was now sitting by his side. But that did not change the fact that the lovers’ previous arrangement had brought Faramir to face away from the headboard, and if anything, the cushion was supposed to be under his feet, not his cheek. So Orophin had put it there, to make his rest comfortable – and for some reason this little gesture of mindfulness seemed to Faramir the nicest thing anyone had done for him in ages, and he swelled with warmth and felt incredibly fortunate to be where he was with whom he was.
The young man shifted towards the Elf and murmured something incoherent, and Orophin laughed under his breath and reached to stroke him on the back of the head.
The Elf then leant in to him, and first Faramir felt the silky mass of Orophin’s hair fall in loops and coils over his back, and shoulder, and arm – and then a soft modest kiss was pressed to his cheek.
Faramir smiled, and felt Orophin smile against his skin in return.
The last time the young captain had had someone sit next to him quietly and welcome him from his sleep had been back in his pre-adolescent days, and Faramir had quite forgotten what a profound and simple happiness it flooded him with. If only he could wake up like this every time…
The Elf’s gentle fingers brushed a stray lock off Faramir’s forehead, and Orophin kissed him as demurely on the temple – then on the ear, a tad bit more playfully, tickling it with his breath and catching the soft lap with his lips.
In that moment Faramir suddenly thought of how his manhood, which was for now as sleepy as his mind, was trapped under his own body, and also wondered as to the state of Orophin’s sex.
The kisses did not stop, and it seemed to Faramir his lover meant to slowly paint him over with them, not overlooking a single spot as he went over the side of Faramir’s throat, to the back of his neck, to his shoulders and then gradually lower. As he moved over him, the Elf’s mane trailed weightlessly over the young man’s body, making his skin tingle and become alive as it swept him as though with many a thousand threads of the finest silk.
The further down Orophin descended, the less and less unassuming his touch became, until he took to sucking on the sides of Faramir’s waist and dragging his tongue up and down the Man’s spine. Faramir wondered groggily how it was he could grow progressively aroused of body while remaining so drowsy of wit. On the other hand, though, he had little need of his wit at the present…
When Orophin’s mouth reached the small of his back, the Elf’s hands planting a sure hold on his hips, Faramir no longer felt content to remain flat on his belly, merely receiving the attention. So he raised himself up a little, and moved in response to Orophin’s touch, showing how he appreciated it, how he wanted the other to continue with whatever he was up to.
He did not feel at all surprised when Orophin nudged him to part his thighs – which Faramir readily did – and then proceeded to caress Faramir’s buttocks, gradually moving to probe underneath and in between them. The young man felt fire beginning to trickle into his belly again, to come to reside in his lower abdomen and between the legs.
It was a highly pleasant sensation, and Faramir allowed the ministrations without a single second thought, especially as Orophin’s mouth swiftly followed, planting light pecks on his skin, then more seductive kisses, and then even biting at him teasingly.
All this brought Faramir to arch up towards him some more, and plant his knees further apart – and Orophin’s hand slid to the privacy between his legs, the Elf’s fingers brushing along the Man’s perineum.
Faramir had in no way expected the sensation to be so intense. He gasped, and grabbed at the sheets, and his cock instantly filled with blood to the brim.
The young man sighed heavily, and turned his head to rest with his forehead against the pillow, his features no longer relaxed or untroubled.
Orophin blew a breath of hot air at the line where Faramir’s buttocks came together, and the young man shivered uncontrollably.
“Come, Faramir,” the Elf whispered to him, “open a little more, and I’ll make you happy.”
Were Faramir any less aroused – or any more alert – he would have been startled to feel the hot moistness of a tongue trail right down the cleft of his behind, would have thought this was not something that he, as a man, would want to be done to him. But as it were, he only moved to accommodate the touch, to provide the other better access.
He hissed and gave a faint jerk when Orophin licked over his most defenseless spot – but Orophin did not tarry and passed lower still, as though heedless of Faramir’s reaction to his touch. He soon returned, however, but again only for a brief brush. With his palms he ceaselessly caressed Faramir’s buttocks up and down and in circular motions, and massaged them in earnest, but with his mouth he was more than a little facetious, obviously knowing what desire he was instilling in his lover, and obviously pretending to be unaware of it.
But when the Elf finally took pity on the young man and went on to apply all his artful skill to this forbidden place, it proved little better for Faramir’s peace. He began to squirm and pant helplessly, and his cock took to throbbing with ache as Orophin’s tongue flicked, and lashed, and laved, and picked at him. Faramir could feel his own flesh grow so nonchalant and full of desire to be touched – in not exactly a gentle way – that he would not have been taken much by surprise if Orophin’s tongue had actually slipped into him.
But it did not. Many a time it as though made to, and almost did, yet still that sweetly maddening touch remained explicitly on the outside of Faramir’s body…
And in addition to that Orophin reached over the Man’s thigh and began to fleetingly brush his fingertips along Faramir’s length.
“Orophin… Uhh… Orophin, please…”
“Please what?” the Elf asked casually, hardly halting in his ministering.
“I… uh…” Faramir lolled his face against the pillow. “Do something… please…!”
“Aren’t I already doing plenty…?”
“Orophin…!”
“Mm?”
“Shame on you. Playing me like so,” Faramir could not help but grin.
“Nay, not playing – only teasing. And you like it.”
It was true. Faramir did. And he pushed himself back at the Elf’s face, desperately yearning for more stimulation, although had someone told him he were capable of such shameless neediness, he would have only laughed in response.
Just as when he had taken Orophin into his mouth he had not thought about the conclusion of the act, now he did not think where they were going with the Elf easing him open.
But wherever Orophin intended to go, he apparently deemed it proper to first attend to the other’s exigent need, and so he straightened up behind Faramir, and grabbed him decisively around the cock. His own rigid length came to be pressed to Faramir’s left buttock, electrifyingly close to his unprotected entrance.
Orophin’s hand polished him skillfully and masterfully, and what with his degree of excitement, within a minute Faramir sucked his teeth and came with a shudder.
Breathing heavily as he rested his forehead on his fists, Faramir felt the Elf gather up his newly delivered essence – to then massage it in between the Man’s buttocks, right over his unbreached opening.
Faramir could now fully relate to what Orophin had meant when saying, ‘do whatever you want with me’. Faramir was so sated, so at peace with himself, so full of warmth and gratitude for the one with whom he had just experienced pleasure, that he indeed only wished to entrust himself to the other’s devices and rest while his lover in turn found pleasure at his body.
And thus, closing his eyes, Faramir arched his hips even further up, spreading himself for the other’s convenience. He did not think in any specific terms of what he was offering or what he wanted to be done to him – for the moment this was not his concern but Orophin’s.
The Elf pulled away briefly, and when his touch returned, Faramir sensed how moist and slippery his hands were, and concluded it was for the oil, which indeed was presently applied to all his intimate regions in great abundance.
It felt extremely welcome to have those knowing hands slide between his buttocks and legs with such silky slickness, and he pushed himself back into their touch. He heard Orophin chuckle in approval – then the Elf took him firmly by the hips, and pulled their bodies closer. He was now fully aligned with Faramir so his manhood did not prod against either of the Man’s buttocks but went directly between them, rising perfectly upwards along the cleft of Faramir’s backside.
A shudder of pleasant trepidation ran through Faramir’s mellow body when the steely hardness began to slide up and down against him. He moaned vaguely, although not so much for the pleasure itself, as rather for the lust-evoking intensity of the touch. It did not frighten him to feel such potent power next to his most sensitive and vulnerable places, although neither did he yearn for the contact to become more dramatic and invasive: he liked it perfectly well just as it was, arousing and exhilarating in its unhurried playfulness.
Then Orophin changed the angle, moving his manhood to be not against but beneath Faramir in such a way that the length of his erection was pressing up along the space between Faramir’s buttocks and perineum, while the tip rested just behind the Man’s balls. It felt very comfortable for Faramir, very intimate, and as he had grown even more languid than before, the young man relaxed even further and lowered his shoulders and chest onto the mattress. Only his belly and hips remained up, and it felt to him that it was only for Orophin’s hold on him and the Elf’s cock supporting him from underneath that he did not slump flat on his front.
He sighed and smiled as Orophin began to move rhythmically against him, first only sliding back and forth lightly and leisurely – then beginning to noticeably increase the strength of going forward, changing the idle rocking into purposeful thrusts. His motions thus acquired a passionate, demanding quality, and that excited and thrilled Faramir so that he strove to drive himself back at the Elf.
“Easy,” Orophin murmured to him, then when words failed, grasped him harder on the hips and held him in place. “Easy, Faramir… Let me, all right?” He reached down with one hand and gently cupped the Man’s balls from behind and underneath. “We wouldn’t want to hurt this, would we?” The Elf pushed forth with his pelvis just a little more to demonstrate that too much eagerness would cause his hardness to stab against the soft fullness of Faramir’s sack. “We have all night ahead of us, don’t worry,” Orophin promised soothingly, resuming his hold on the Man’s body and once more beginning to grind himself against him. “If you want it harder, we’ll do it harder – when your fire returns.”
And Faramir relaxed – and soon was rewarded, for Orophin changed the mode again. Angling his motions differently, he came to thrust not so much along Faramir, as rather upwards at him. The Elf’s cock indeed came dangerously close to the other’s vulnerable parts, but he did not miss once. Instead, he directed all his efforts towards a spot shortly behind Faramir’s balls, to whence the young man’s inner source of pleasure could be reached from without.
Faramir let out a startled gasp – then a heavy helpless groan.
This was not a sensation he had known before, and it was phenomenal.
He had already spent three times in the course of the night, and his arousal was getting slow to return, but oh how Faramir wished it would hurry up and carry him to such magnificent release…
But Orophin had other plans. He gently nudged Faramir to lie fully on his front, which Faramir did quite eagerly for feeling rather dizzy and overwhelmed.
The Elf then cradled his arousal between the other’s buttocks, not even threatening entrance, and pushed against him with ever-increasing speed.
Orophin sucked his teeth, straining hard against Faramir’s back – then convulsed and cried out curtly. Faramir felt the Elf’s seed once pour over his skin, and shivered with delight as he visualised the sight.
But his own need was now hot, and as soon as Orophin slid off him, Faramir turned over and pulled the Elf closer. Orophin was trembling faintly, and gave Faramir a weary but very happy smile.
“You are such a tease,” Faramir murmured fondly, “promised to give me something harder – and now here I am all burning for it, but your fire is gone.”
“’Tis not,” the Elf replied. “And you are going to claim me now, as you’ve done before. My good Faramir, don’t think I’d ever meant to tame you – I don’t treckon you are the sort. Teasing you is indeed as far as one should go.”
He turned and snuggled to Faramir so that the Man lay spooning him tightly from behind – and Faramir only chuckled in agreement.
He slickened himself up and gently slipped into his lover from behind, and wrapped both arms around Orophin’s middle, and lay with his face buried in the other’s hair. When Faramir began to move it was very light and tender, as though he were trying to rock the Elf to sleep rather than get him screaming. And for a while it indeed felt so to Faramir himself, for despite his present fire, he had already been satisfied several times, and his need was no longer desperate or burdensome. The finale could wait, for now he loved the process well enough.
In due time Orophin began to move back against him and moan gently, and when Faramir lowered his hand he felt his friend had grown hard.
And at that point their passion swiftly changed texture. Once again in Faramir arose the urge to be fully on top, to cover Orophin with his body, to bask in his eager capitulation. And so Faramir began to push harder, and gnawed at the curve of the other’s neck, and ran his palm proprietarily over the Elf’s chest, and belly, and in between his legs. This soon ceased to suffice, and then Faramir turned the unresisting Elf altogether over, and shifted atop him, pinning him down to the bed with his weight and spreading him further open with his legs.
Orophin’s eyes shut tight and mouth open with uninterrupting groans and gasps, he arched his buttocks up at Faramir, inviting him to be more forceful.
And Faramir snatched the invitation zealously. His fists clenched and teeth gritted, he let nature work its merciless course on both of them, and pounded into Orophin with all the output of his warrior’s body.
The Elf was soon sobbing beneath him, twisting the sheets in his hands and vainly straining to reciprocate at least a fraction of Faramir’s onslaught.
Then Faramir saw an additional way for him to claim the other, and leant in to shove his tongue into the Elf’s exquisitely shaped ear.
Orophin bucked, gasped, and let out a hoarse ragged cry as his body went into a seizure of ecstasy. And this time Faramir followed, the Man’s cock exploding with a shower of stars as Orophin crushed it in his delight.
Only seconds later Faramir pulled out: he felt vigorous and enraptured from his triumphant completion, and burnt to give the other a little more pleasure. So he swiftly climbed off Orophin, and flipped the panting delirious Elf over, and dove onto him to swallow up his moist manhood, and suck on it with fervent reverence. At first Orophin heaved and strained up at him, watching Faramir with dark shining eyes, then fell back and only gasped occasionally, his body quite exhausted with pleasure.
And eventually Faramir let him go, planting one last gentle kiss on his thigh.
“Come here,” he murmured heartily, siding up to the Elf and gathering him into a close protective embrace.
In the course of the evening Faramir had already thought many a time that they had become staggeringly close, and that the affection he felt for Orophin was unsurpassable. But only now, when neither of them was in need, and both were sated, and Orophin rested against him so blushed and blissfully undone, so off his guard, did Faramir’s heart literally contract for him.
The man kissed the Elf’s forehead, closed his eyes, and was happy.
After many untroubled minutes of speechless repose, Orophin stirred.
“This… this whole night is a miracle,” he said with a sigh of deep fulfillment. “And your passion… I had always thought it would be good, but this… Faramir, you were spectacular, I’ve never been satisfied like this.”
Faramir grinned in response, but Orophin did not like his reaction.
“Do not grin like that,” he chided in serious irritation. “I would not say such a thing if it were not true.”
“Don’t be offended,” Faramir said soothingly, and kissed his brow again. “I am glad you have enjoyed it, but there is no need to say our intimacy is the best you’ve had. You seem so experienced to me, and you’ve probably had very learned partners, whereas I do not know anything…”
Orophin looked at him affectionately. “You know enough,” he said earnestly, “or else you learn swiftly. The one I knew in Lόrien had many a technique at his disposal, but he never put his fëa in it like you do. What is far more important is that your passion is sincere and unguarded – you even spend your seed on me.”
Faramir let out a snort of surprise. “Is it possible not to?”
“So it is, at least for my folk – but I don’t reckon it would work any differently for your kind. ’Tis deemed better for the masculine health not to pour forth every time one finds pleasure, if that chances to happen often.”
“Nay,” Faramir laughed, “I wouldn’t want to withhold myself, as long as you don’t mind it.” He could not explain why it was so, but the knowledge that Orophin had drunk of him, and had received him between the legs brought Faramir a sense of great fruition and pride.
But then he grew thoughtful and grave, and after a few minutes called gently, “Orophin?”
“Yes?”
“May I ask you…? This lover you had in your Elven wood – did you love him?”
“No,” Orophin replied with surprising conviction. “I used to think that I did, before I met you. You’ve put things into perspective for me. You, Faramir, are a man I could in due course come to truly love, with all of myself, whereas he…” the Elf made a vague gesture and snorted ironically. “Oh, I don’t know, I’ve never spoken to anyone of this…”
“Do you want to tell me?”
Orophin tilted his head to look up at Faramir. “Would you mind…? I mean…”
“Nay,” Faramir caressed his shoulder gently. “If you want to talk of it, then do. I don’t reckon anything about your tale could cause me pain, aside from that of learning your sorrow, and that I would gladly experience if it should bring you comfort.”
Orophin settled against him, his cheek on the Man’s breast, his gaze distant and ruminative.
“’Tis strange,” he began slowly. “Not so long ago my whole existence seemed to revolve around him, but now… It does not rouse anything at all in me to intentionally recall how it had been, as though everything has burnt over and there are only ashes now.” Orophin lay quiet for a while, then went on, “But I reckon it’d be better I recount it one last time nonetheless – I have no notion how many times I have turned this over in my head already, although much less often as of late – I want it out of me for good. I have told you before of the fair Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, and now I shall speak some more.”
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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?
Well, thank you so much, I’m sure I’ll love it, and I’ll start reading at once; but you might have to wait a bit for a full commentary…
— Nerey Camille Sunday 19 December 2010, 13:50 #