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Only if… (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

29 June 2007 | 85653 words

Chapter 11

Following his brother through the city, Faramir wondered yet again where Boromir was leading him. “So, where is this place you were talking about needing to go?” Faramir asked yet again.

“You’ll see when we get there,” Boromir said trying not to grin. He was fairly certain Faramir had never visited any place like it before. His little brother had never kept a slave before, and the lovers he had taken in his life prior to Haldir had been what Boromir considered ‘proper’ and he doubted seriously if his brother had any experience with what he was about to show him today.

Of course if Faramir found it to be something he wouldn’t dream of considering, he’d not push him; it was most certainly a private choice and nothing to be pressured in to. But if Faramir was curious, or he had fantasies, then there was certainly no reason he not know what was available to him as a slave owner. Boromir himself certainly hadn’t known until he had taken his first pleasure slave.

Faramir wasn’t satisfied with Boromir’s response but simply followed his brother until they stopped at a building. The sign on the door made Faramir look twice.

“Why…did you bring me to a place like this?” he asked wondering if Boromir realized where they were.

“You have a slave now, and I thought you might be interested in some of the more…interesting things that were available,” Boromir said carefully. “A friend of mine brought me here several months after I took my first slave and honestly you and I haven’t talked in a while, and I have something I need to pick up here, so I thought I’d ask you to come along.”

“You…have something to pick up here?” Faramir asked confused. Boromir didn’t have a pleasure slave, hadn’t in several years, though his involvement with Elreath was common knowledge at least inside the citadel. The idea that sweet, friendly Elreath would be comfortable with anything from such a shop made a strange image come to mind and Faramir blinked. Surely not… Though he had to admit, now he was curious. He’d known others to visit such places, not just slave owners either but he had simply never considered it.

Boromir merely smiled at the confusion on Faramir’s face and opened the door. “I won’t be a moment, if you aren’t interested you can just wait for me,” he explained.

Following his brother inside, Faramir hadn’t known what he expected to see but as far as shops went, it wasn’t terribly unusual. As his eyes roamed around the room though a few items caught his eye and one or two had him tilting his head to the side wondering just what that was used for and more than a few made him feel uncomfortable just to look at. He swallowed hard and followed his brother as he went up to the merchant to speak with him.

Faramir knew he was blushing as he looked at a few things and knew what he imagined them used for were probably exactly right. The shopkeeper left the room for a moment and he looked at Boromir. “Some of it…looks…painful,” he murmured.

Boromir laughed. “Some people enjoy pain, Faramir,” he grinned.

“Doling it out you mean,” he frowned and his brother shook his head.

“Not really, some like it a lot,” Boromir said wondering just how little or much Faramir actually knew about such things.

“I…um,” Faramir frowned. Some small pains could heighten pleasure, he knew that, but he’d always considered using a…contraption, rather than teeth or hands in the heat of the moment to be foolish.

Boromir saw his brother was trying to weigh his ideas against what he saw in the shop and shrugged. “I’m personally not into a great deal of these things…some I find downright disturbing to be honest,” he grinned. “But there are some things that can help make the experience even better than you can imagine.”

“I think I like to be a bit more…spontaneous I guess,” Faramir shrugged not doubting some of the things on display might be interesting but thinking them to be too complicated.

Boromir laughed. “Patience though can make things more fun,” he teased his brother and enjoyed the fresh blush that stained Faramir’s cheeks. “At any rate I’m here to get something I requested, not force you to buy anything.”

When the shopkeeper returned, Boromir went over to talk to him and Faramir looked around a little. He found himself shaking his head at most of the things on display thinking them simply too much until his eyes landed on one item. He’d always been curious what it would be like to be slightly disconnected from what he was doing with a lover, watching their pleasure and forcing himself to wait as he did so. He swallowed hard as an image flashed before his minds eye of Haldir spread before him. Would he enjoy such a thing? Would he truly find pleasure in it? He stepped closer and looked at the display. There were several phalluses there of varying sizes a few made Faramir’s eyes widen, he certainly didn’t think those would be very pleasurable, but a few of them drew his interest.

“Find something you like?” Boromir asked as he walked up behind his brother.

Faramir startled and glared at him for a moment. “I was merely curious,” he explained.

Boromir grinned. “I have several,” he said softly. “They truly do make things more interesting.”

Before Faramir could stop himself the words were out of his mouth. “I would think an Elleth would prefer the real thing.”

Boromir laughed and shook his head. “Oh she does, for the most part, though I was talking about myself,” he said softly and waited for the realization to dawn on his brother.

Faramir’s eyes widened and he laughed before he could stop himself. “That’s a bit more information about my brother than I think I wanted,” he chuckled again as Boromir did.

“I’m sure you aren’t that surprised,” Boromir murmured drawing a nod from Faramir. “If you are curious though why don’t you go ahead and get one…if you decide it isn’t what you want, then you don’t have to use it,” he shrugged.

Considering his brother’s words, Faramir glanced back at the display and after a few moments he decided Boromir was right. The image that kept flashing in his mind seemed to help the idea along of course, and finally he decided Boromir was right. Just because he got one it didn’t mean they had to use it. Though bringing up the idea with Haldir was another matter all together. It wasn’t something he wanted to do without Haldir’s consent. Of course that was ridiculous in the scheme of things. Haldir was his slave and should submit to whatever Faramir desired of him but he’d never been like that with him. After a few more minutes of thought he finally decided and purchased the phallus, though he was still uncertain he would ever actually use it or even let Haldir know he had it. It seemed silly to him, though the curiosity it sparked in him was undeniable. He glanced at a few other items and almost considered some sturdy, yet very soft leather restraints but decided against it. It all just seemed too…planned to him. The times he had commanded Haldir had all been spur of the moment.

As they walked back to the citadel, Faramir felt uncomfortable and decided he would simply put the thing away. It was silly wasn’t it? Though he couldn’t seem to get the fantasy out of his head now, each time it was more fully developed flashes in his mind and by the time he did reach home he was half aroused and the phallus was certainly forgotten as soon as his lips met Haldir’s.

It had been several days since Faramir had gone to the marketplace with Boromir, but he’d never brought up what he’d purchased with Haldir. He’d laughed at himself a few times when wondering how exactly did one broach the subject so he supposed that it would just have to somehow just become a part of their lovemaking. The problem was when he became intimate with Haldir he simply forgot everything else. Plus a part of him wasn’t entirely sold on the idea yet he supposed. He’d much rather touch Haldir himself, feel his body react to him and nothing else, though he had to admit he was curious.

Ever since buying it the fantasy had invaded his dreams, his subconscious mind seemed to be absolutely fine with the idea and the scenarios that played through his mind at night often made him turn to his slave in the dark and they would make love until they were exhausted again.

This night seemed to be no different than the last several had been. Faramir awoke from a vivid dream, hard and aching for his lover, but this time…he decided to finally act upon what he’d dreamed.

Pulling Haldir close against him, Faramir began to kiss and nip at his neck, and then moved to nibble on his earlobe. His tongue licked up and around the shell to the elegant tip. He wanted to whisper words of love so many times the last months that he’d simply had to remain silent much of the time when they were like this.

The sweet kisses and grazes of his master’s teeth over his skin made Haldir shiver in his sleep even before he was fully awake. His hands automatically caressed the arms wrapped around him, and pressed his hips back, snuggling closer and feeling Faramir’s already hard length pressing against the cleft of his backside. “Mmmmm….feels like somebody had a very, very good dream,” he murmured as his eyes fluttered open and he arched his neck to give his lover better access.

“You have no idea,” Faramir teased as he pulled Haldir even closer. “Gods, I love the way you fit against me,” he murmured as his lips fastened on his lover’s neck. Once he finally drew back from marking the pale flesh, a flash of his dream seemed to spin through his mind. He bit his lip for a moment wondering if he should ask or simply tell Haldir what he wanted. He started to speak the words as a request or even a suggestion but instead the words came out as an order. “Get on your knees and face the head of the bed.”

Haldir stretched and practically purred as Faramir moved against him, already ready to feel Faramir’s length sliding inside his passage, which was still slick and open from their lovemaking only a few hours before. Instead, when he heard the order fall from his master’s lips, he smiled and shivered in anticipation at this new turn of events. He knew Faramir was sometimes reluctant to give him orders, but Gods, Haldir loved it, despite himself at times like these. “Yes, my Lord,” he murmured as he paused only long enough to bring Faramir’s hand to his lips and kiss the back of his knuckles. Now fully awake, he did as he’d been told, resting his hands on the headboard and wondering if he would be allowed to look over his shoulder and see what Faramir had in mind or not.

Faramir almost regretted the order when cool air hit him as Haldir moved away to follow his command. Getting up on his knees himself, he decided that the moonlight wasn’t enough for this; he wanted to see Haldir clearly. He slipped off the bed and when Haldir’s eyes followed him Faramir shook his head. “Keep looking straight ahead,” he said as he lit a single lamp that cast a soft glow across the room. Haldir was relaxed though, simply waiting on Faramir’s next order and he felt his heart swell in his chest from the amount of trust his lover had in him. He looked away from Haldir for a moment and spied the soft velvet sashes tied around the curtains. A small smile played on his lips as he quickly untied them and returned to the bed. The headboard was tall, and the posts on the bed were slender but almost touched the ceiling. He crawled onto the bed behind Haldir, unable to resist pressing his body against his lover’s as his hands traveled down first the right arm, caressing until he came to his lover’s wrist. He kissed Haldir’s shoulder. “You do trust me?” he whispered as he looped the soft velvet around pale skin.

Haldir turned his head and pressed a kiss to Faramir’s cheek. Without the slightest hesitation, he answered. “Absolutely.” He had no idea where this was leading, but he was certain that they would both enjoy it. Faramir was a completely unselfish lover and master, oftentimes giving even more than he took.

When Haldir assured him, Faramir felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him. He’d always known that his slave would only ever find pleasure in what he did with him, but knowing Haldir trusted him was an incredible feeling. He looped the soft fabric around his wrist and then tied it to the bedpost. It was taut, and maybe even a slight stretch for Haldir’s arm, but he’d make sure he certainly felt no lingering pain. He moved to the other side, giving the other arm the same treatment and then sat back on his heels. The image before him made his breath quicken. Haldir on his knees, his arms spread, the rich crimson velvet around his wrists the only thing on him. Gods he was beautiful. “I wish you could see how beautiful you are,” he murmured as he leaned forward. He pulled Haldir’s hair aside and kissed and nibbled on his shoulder for only a few moments while his hands slid down to his lover’s hips. “Spread wider for me,” he whispered, smiling as he felt his lover tremble.

A soft moan fell from Haldir’s lips as Faramir restrained him for the first time. To give up complete control, to be, for all intents and purposes, completely helpless, made his arousal fill and grow even harder. He spread his legs as far as possible, exposing himself to his master’s eyes, wondering what on all of Arda Faramir had dreamed about, to make him want this, and hoping he would have that dream again and again in the coming months. As he shifted, he could feel a thin trail of Faramir’s release trickle from inside him, down his right thigh as he opened up even further under Faramir’s command. He tested his bonds, found them to be secure, and once again felt the fire build in his groin.

Faramir grinned as he moved away from Haldir again and saw him tug at the ties around his arms. He was certain it wasn’t to try to get away at all and slowly slid off the bed again. The anticipation was as much torture for him as it was for Haldir. He looked to the drawer where he’d hidden his purchase that day and swallowed hard. Should he use it? Would Haldir be offended by it or accept and enjoy? So far everything they’d done, every small command Faramir had issued over the months, Haldir had followed without question and truly did seem to enjoy. He moved to the chest and opened it, withdrawing the cloth wrapped item and then grinned as he saw a feather quill laying nearby. He grabbed it as well and returned to the bed. He set the items aside and let his hands move down Haldir’s thighs. “Would you rather I blindfold you or can you keep your eyes closed for me?” he asked softly, letting his hands roam and rubbing his body against his lover’s.

Knowing it would be an effort to keep his eyes closed, but also knowing it was a matter of pride to be able to do as he was ordered, Haldir leaned his head forward, and took a deep breath to calm himself. “I’ll keep them closed if you wish me to,” he said simply.

Faramir smiled as Haldir spoke and pressed a gentle kiss against his shoulder. With that Faramir picked up the feather and let it ghost slowly from the point where the velvet tie was around Haldir’s wrist up to his shoulder, grinning as he heard the sharp intake of breath and watched as gooseflesh pebbled on his arm. He continued, around his shoulder, down his back to his rear and lower on his thigh, brushing just inside against the smooth flesh there before moving up his back to trace a path to his other wrist. He could feel Haldir trembling, and his own hands weren’t very steady either, he realized. Gods, this truly was as much torture for him as it was for Haldir, he was sure of it now.

Haldir struggled to keep his eyes closed, but there was nothing he could do about the way his body was reacting to the incredibly light and soft touch moving over his skin. It was more erotic that he would have thought possible, and his bound hands clenched into fists as Faramir started on his other arm and moved down. He hadn’t been told not to talk, he remembered, as a soft whimper fell from his lips. His hips moved back, trying to get more of the delicious touch that was slowly driving him mad, but the pressure stayed the same – light and featherlike, too little to cause any friction, too much to ignore. “Faramir…Gods…”

Faramir grinned wickedly as Haldir’s body moved, trying to gain more contact with the soft feather dancing over his skin. Faramir moved closer, letting his body press against his lover and moaning softly as he wrapped his arms around Haldir. He dragged the feather down to ghost over his chest and further downward. His other hand slid down and stroked the hard leaking arousal that curved proudly up toward Haldir’s stomach. “Remember, you cannot come until I tell you to,” he whispered feeling his slave’s body tremble against him as his hand stroked him a few more times and then dropped away. His eyes moved to the still wrapped phallus and he decided that he would use it, but if Haldir didn’t enjoy it he wouldn’t continue. He reached for the oil, even though Haldir was probably still slick and open from their earlier activities he wanted to make absolutely sure he didn’t hurt him. Setting the oil and feather beside him on the bed, Faramir unwrapped it and coated the smooth surface well. “Spread your legs wider,” he whispered softly and then pressed the tip against Haldir. It was cool, and he felt his lover move away automatically for a moment before he relaxed a little.

Fully expecting Faramir’s length to fill him, Haldir was completely unprepared for the unfamiliar and unforgiving hardness that pressed against him. He was surprised, but remembered his earlier statement…he trusted Faramir completely. His nerves were already on edge from simply having his lover draped over him and the light, teasing touch of what felt like a feather or soft piece of fabric. Gods, he wanted this, wanted to do whatever would make Faramir happy, but the very idea of his master using some kind of phallus on him made his already aching arousal all the harder. His legs spread wider, opening himself up completely and his hips arched up, inviting Faramir to use him in whatever manner he wanted.

Haldir’s reaction made Faramir’s arousal throb almost painfully, just watching him open to him, trust him so much was so incredibly erotic. He pressed forward with the phallus slowly, letting Haldir’s body grow accustomed to it. A part of him wanted to confess how many days he’d wanted to do this, but he remained silent, just enjoying the sound of Haldir’s harsh breaths and soft moans. He leaned forward, sealing his lips against Haldir’s neck and sucking hard as he pressed the phallus deeper and then paused waiting for Haldir’s body to adjust.

Haldir moaned, as his body was slowly breeched and stretched around the thick object. He wondered what it was, where Faramir had gotten it, and why he’d waited this long to use it. But the combination of being filled so completely combined with the sensation of being marked by his lover was making it difficult to think…not to mention his arousal, which was now incredibly hard and dripping onto the sheets beneath him. His body spasmed around the phallus, then slowly relaxed as his head fell back onto Faramir’s shoulder, smiling as the warm mouth sucking on his neck never relented. “Gods, Faramir, yes…”

Emboldened by Haldir’s words and his tone, Faramir began to slowly move, angling just a little to brush against his lover’s sweet spot with each stroke. Giving one final lick to Haldir’s neck, Faramir sat back on his heels for a moment, trying to control his own breathing and watching as the thick object slid in and almost completely out of his lover’s body. He hadn’t realized just how erotic it truly would be, but also the desire that it be him inside Haldir was almost overwhelming. Leaning forward again he continued to move the phallus inside his lover, while his other hand snaked around to his arousal stroking him slowly and squeezing tightly each time he felt Haldir begin to tense. “Not yet…I’ve still more in mind for you, my lo…lovely one,” he whispered biting his lip against his near slip.

Haldir could only whimper in frustration as he was brought so close to the edge again and again, only to have Faramir’s hand stop him from going over the edge. “Yes, my Lord,” he finally managed, even as he pressed his hips back and took the phallus in even deeper. It was now a constant struggle both to keep his eyes closed and not to come, and every nerve in his body felt as if it were on fire. The hard object delved inside his passage, brushing over his prostate and causing him to moan each time it was almost completely withdrawn, then pushed firmly back in.

Faramir forced himself to go slowly, to draw this out as long as possible but each moan drawn from his lover went straight to his own sex. He throbbed even harder when Haldir answered him, and steadily continued until he was the one who couldn’t stand it any longer. Leaning back again he watched as the phallus slid inside his lover and then reached down and coated his fingers with oil again, reaching behind himself, it took concentration, but he continued pleasuring Haldir even as his own fingers slid inside himself, preparing him for later. He fully intended to take Haldir, but he wanted his lover to find his final release inside of him. After several long moments, he slowly withdrew the thick object and lay it aside and wasted no time in moving forward, gripping Haldir’s hips with both hands and pushing inside him quickly, moaning as the heat surrounded him.

“Oh Gods…” As good as the phallus had felt moving inside of Haldir, it was nothing compared to the way Faramir’s heated length filled him. He struggled momentarily with his bonds, forgetting that he was restrained, wanting to place his hands on his lover’s hip and draw him in even deeper. His own aching arousal jerked and leaked again at the realization of how helpless he was, how fully under his lover’s command. Shifting his hips, he rocked back against Faramir, spreading his legs so wide the muscles on the insides of his thighs ached, but allowing him to open up even further to his master. “Please…” It was the only word he could manage, but his inner muscles massaged Faramir’s length and he hoped he would be allowed to come soon, as he wasn’t sure he could even last beyond his lover’s first few thrusts unless he was commanded to.

Moaning as his aching length was buried deep again and again, Faramir wrapped his arm around his lover. He could feel Haldir shaking with pent up desire and knew he was close to losing control. Faramir’s hand closed tight around his lover’s arousal that was hot and hard against his palm. “Just a little longer,” he whispered kissing a strong shoulder and continuing to pound into him. It wasn’t long at that pace before Faramir’s release built, and almost without warning it slammed into him. He cried out Haldir’s name over and over again as his hips continued to pump, wringing out the last of his orgasm.

Haldir would have come more than once had it not been for Faramir’s fingers around him, despite his best efforts at holding back. His eyes were still closed, but he could see white stars flashing behind his eyelids as his lover slammed into his sweet spot again and again with startling accuracy. He could do little other than moan and whimper each time he felt his cock surge, his release stopped only by his master’s hand squeezing him too tightly to let even a drop escape. Faramir had always been a generous lover, though, and Haldir knew he would make this worth the wait when he finally was allowed to come, so he bit back his pleas for mercy and concentrated on making this as good for Faramir as he could. As soon as he felt the flesh inside him begin to swell even more, he squeezed his inner muscles hard around the pulsing organ, concentrating on Faramir’s release instead of his own long-denied one.

Faramir was panting as he rested his forehead against Haldir’s shoulder and trembled each time his lover’s muscles contracted around his now spent arousal. “Gods,” he breathed as he leaned back and slid from inside his lover. He knew Haldir was probably aching for his own release, and Faramir moved. The way he’d positioned Haldir on the bed had kept him well away from the headboard itself, so he slipped under his lover’s arm to kneel in front of him. Before Haldir could say anything though he whispered. “Keep your eyes closed just a little longer and wait for me.” Faramir reached out and untied one of Haldir’s arms and then the other and then reached back and positioned his lover at his entrance. “Now, open your eyes,” he whispered.

Whimpering at the loss of Faramir’s length inside him, Haldir struggled once again to obey and keep his eyes closed. He could feel his lover moving around on the bed, and then his hands were released one by one. When he was finally allowed to open his eyes, he saw that his sex was dripping steadily against the wrinkled skin of Faramir’s entrance, which already looked open and ready for him. He pressed the swollen head against the small opening and gripped his lover’s hips hard, forcing himself not to plunge inside the welcoming heat just yet. “You are…ready for me?” His voice was ragged and his nerves were on edge, but Haldir couldn’t stand the thought of hurting him, or taking him unprepared, though at the moment, it was almost killing him. As he spoke, he shifted his hips, smearing his own juices over his lover’s entrance, ready to push his way inside completely if, indeed, Faramir was ready.

“Yes, take me,” Faramir whispered almost biting his tongue against an endearment that almost fell from his lips. It amazed him actually that Haldir had so much restraint and touched him realizing that even in his need, Haldir wouldn’t risk hurting him. His lover wasted no time after his whispered words of consent and Faramir moaned and clutched at the headboard as his lover plunged inside him, stretching his muscles even more and filling him so completely. Faramir’s head tipped back in bliss as he shifted his hips with his lover, spreading his legs wider.

Haldir cried out as he was buried balls-deep inside his lover in one hard thrust. Still tight guardian muscles gripped the root of his cock and he waited as long as he could for the muscles to adjust. When Faramir opened his legs wider, however, it pushed the golden Elf almost to the breaking point. He began to thrust hard and deep, his fingers digging into Faramir’s skin to hold him steady, his movements so powerful, he seemed to be moving his master’s entire body inch by inch closer to the headboard. His release had been denied for so long, and he’d stayed so close to the edge without coming, it took him almost no time at all to wrap his arms around his lover and give one final, almost brutal thrust before his arousal jerked violently and spurted his release inside his lover, filling his passage with such force that it began to leak out around his cock as Haldir’s hips continued to move back and forth slowly, drawing out his orgasm for as long as he could. His arms had somehow managed to wrap tightly around Faramir, holding him close, and his movements became almost languorous as he nuzzled against his lover’s neck and whispered Elvish endearments that he didn’t even know he was using.

Faramir’s knuckles were white where he gripped the headboard, and he arched his back, giving his lover even more access. Gods, as incredible as it always was with Haldir, he loved this. Loved the abandon with which he was taken. He ground his hips back against his lover, and moaned when he felt Haldir’s cock pulse and surge inside him, spilling deep within. Gods I love you so much. He swallowed hard, wondering what his lover was saying in Elvish and rested his forehead against the headboard. He thought about the fact they had so little time left and felt his eyes burn. “That was…amazing,” he whispered softly. He still wondered what Haldir thought about the phallus, it was obvious he enjoyed it of course…but…he still wasn’t sure.

Resting his head between Faramir’s shoulders, Haldir licked a long, wet trail up his spine, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin even as he panted for breath. He still hadn’t even realized all the sweet words he’d said, words that had simply came naturally as he held Faramir and made love to him, words that would have shocked him had he taken the time to think about them. After a moment, he carefully pulled out of his lover and lay down. Not even thinking that he should have waited to be told what to do, he simply smiled up at Faramir and opened his arms to him, wanting nothing more than to simply hold him for a while as they both came down from their orgasms. “Amazing is definitely one word for it,” he murmured sleepily. “Incredible and erotic and delicious are a few others that come to mind…”

Faramir shuddered as he felt his lover withdraw from him, and he moved into Haldir’s arms easily. They were both covered in sweat and sticky release, and the bed was in not much better shape. “I…I’m glad you liked it then,” he whispered and then tipped his head up to look at Haldir. “I have been dreaming of this for several days now…and only tonight had the courage to go through with it,” he admitted.

Haldir’s fingers combed through his lover’s damp hair as he smiled. “But Faramir…why did you need courage? You could have ordered me to do this months ago, and I would have. Don’t get me wrong…I loved it. It felt amazing, and erotic and was a good preparation for what I really wanted – namely you – but I am your pleasure slave, and even if I didn’t want it, I’d have little choice in the matter.”

“I know, but you also know I would never force anything on you that you may not want or enjoy when we are intimate. I was afraid you might find it…ridiculous or too strange. My fantasies often stay just that, because I am too…afraid of them being too much,” Faramir whispered honestly. Perhaps if he hadn’t fallen in love with Haldir it also might not make so much difference. Haldir was right he was his slave and he could command him to do anything he wanted, the problem was Faramir loved him and couldn’t command him, at least not that way. How did he ever manage to have this happen?

Haldir rolled over until he was looking down at Faramir, still cradling his lover’s head in the crook of his arm. Before he said a word, he leaned down and kissed him, a long, slow kiss that he put even more of his heart into than he realized. When he finally pulled away, he let his hand gently cup Faramir’s cheek and smiled down at him. “It wasn’t ridiculous or strange – I loved it. I want to know all your fantasies, Faramir…every single one of them, and I’d love nothing more than to play them all out with you, down to the last detail, no matter what they involve…as long as they don’t involve another person, that is. Otherwise, nothing would make me happier than to know the side of you you’ve kept hidden from everyone else – even me – for so long.”

Unsure of the glimmer he saw in Haldir’s eyes, Faramir soon found himself lost in the sweetest kiss he’d ever known. After long moments they finally parted again, and Faramir’s lips tingled from the deep kiss, the first they’d shared since earlier that night. He grinned when Haldir said as long ‘as they don’t involve another person’, amused at the possessiveness of his slave and remembering that night of the festival. There were still some things he was unsure about, things a master didn’t allow a slave, even if he did allow much with Haldir that others wouldn’t he couldn’t possibly ask Haldir to do those things—to him. “Then I will try to not hide so much,” he grinned. The room was starting to get brighter and Faramir realized he’d kept Haldir up much of the night.

Haldir smiled and kissed the tip of Faramir’s nose before sliding down in bed and resting his head on his lover’s shoulder. He’d been trained to remember that pleasure slaves were to be held if their master wished it, not to be the one doing the holding. Gods, he loved holding Faramir though, but already he’d stepped as close to the line between slave and lover as he dared, basically demanding that no one else be welcomed into their bed, so he thought he’d better play it safe for now. He pulled the edge of the blanket up and cleaned Faramir, then himself, before snuggling close and draping one leg possessively over his lover’s. “Good…I know it’s not my place, but I don’t like it when you hide things from me,” he whispered as he nuzzled against Faramir’s neck. “I like knowing everything about you.”

Faramir smiled as Haldir spoke. “You know more about me than anyone else on Arda,” he whispered softly. Faramir loved the way Haldir would lay over him, the way he seemed to want to touch him as much as he could. Unlike the way he’d seen some slaves with their master’s who looked as if their owners very touch made them want to cringe away but they forced themselves not to. Haldir had never done that with Faramir, even early on he’d accepted his touch and even craved it. He wrapped his arms around his lover and simply held him, listening to the world outside their window coming alive.

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