Faramir Fiction Archive

Oxygen (NC-17)

Written by December

19 June 2010 | 35926 words

Chapter 5

Boromir pulled the richly embroidered coverlet off, casting it carelessly on the floor by his bed, and then lifted the blanket for them to climb under. The night was not a cold one, and their pleasure had made them warm inside out, yet is it not so much more private and cosy to lie under the covers?

They settled into a relaxed but close embrace, slowly shifting against each other to find the most comfortable position, intertwining legs, bringing together abdomens and chests, slinging arms over waist and shoulder. And although neither said it, both were sweetly surprised by how habitually their bodies fitted together, while in truth the last time they had lain in each other’s arms had been decades ago and hundreds of miles away, on a windless night in a fisherman’s house…

For a long time they did not speak, lying still with their eyes closed, simply basking in each other’s warmth, letting their breaths align just as their bodies had.

“I don’t know how it works, but when I hold you, it feels like my body is singing,” Boromir murmured dreamily at last.

Faramir nodded, smiling against his neck. “I feel the same thing, and I don’t know how it works either – but does it matter…?”

He lifted his face, and Boromir leant in to kiss him, and Faramir kissed him back with unabating eagerness. It went on and on, without breaking, so strong and deep – and yet at once delicate and sweet, slow and meaningful.

“You know,” Faramir murmured lazily, sliding out of the kiss after some minutes, “I had always wanted to do it over there on the bear-skin, and that you would make me come right onto the fur.”

Boromir chuckled. “Well, I didn’t exactly make you come. You had managed well enough without my help.”

“That’s not true,” Faramir objected seriously. “You made it happen to me – with your pleasure.”

“Why, Faramir, I would have never guessed you to be the kind of man to like sucking cock so much,” Boromir teased lewdly, reaching to brush his fingertips over Faramir’s cheek, and then down across his shoulder. The younger man shivered with delight and shifted into his touch. “Do you come every time you do it?” Boromir pressed on, his hand on Faramir’s chest now, feeling the taut full muscle appreciatively – and his voice sounded so casual as though the answer did not matter to him in the least.

“Oh, I have no idea,” Faramir replied with a grin, eyes twinkling.

Boromir frowned. “How is that?”

“Rest assured, brother, you are the first to have received this favour from me,” Faramir murmured, leaning in to seal said brother’s lips with his own yet again, but Boromir evaded the kiss.

“Oh?” he raised his eyebrows, unconvinced. “You were a little too good for someone who had never done it before.”

Faramir shrugged. “I am a man – I know what makes a man feel good.” At this he snaked his hand down between their bodies to wrap his fingers around Boromir’s once again hardening member, as though to clarify through what part of the body a man was supposed to be made to feel good.

Still, Boromir made a vaguely doubtful sound, and Faramir sighed wearily. “But think, brother: being a Steward’s son – whose cock could have I possibly sucked?”

“The Steward’s heir’s, perhaps?”

This time Faramir gave Boromir’s manhood a gentle but firm squeeze, and smiled when Boromir groaned softly. “I would have gladly, had he ever thought to ask.”

“Don’t rub it in, all right?” the older man sighed – but then, given what Faramir’s hand was doing to him, his high spirits returned. “Well, tell me now, was it anything like you had imagined? How do I taste, huh, little one?”

“Well…” Faramir replied vaguely and lowered his eyes.

“What? That bad?”

“Nay, not bad at all – but… unusual, and quite strong. Bitter and salty, almost a shock to my senses – like a gulp of marine water. Only, of course, very hot – you know, at first I thought you had scalded my tongue with your seed.”

“But I hadn’t, had I?”

“No.”

“So you would do it again?”

“I would.”

Boromir gave a satisfied nod. “Not straight away, though – all right? I… I had something else in mind. Although… following the same logic, would it be correct to assume you have not spread your legs for anyone, either?” at this Boromir’s hand had slid from Faramir’s lower back to the roundness of his buttocks, cupping the firm flesh from underneath and playfully probing in between. And when Faramir shivered and gasped almost inaudibly, his large eyes momentarily widening in alarm, Boromir knew the answer without a word being spoken.

“Faramir…”

Faramir looked at him very seriously and heaved a sigh, and suddenly Boromir saw that his little brother was… embarrassed. But then the younger man forced a grin and whispered softly: “Well? Will you be my first?”

Although blood instantly rushed to his face – and to his nether regions as well, Boromir kept a cool demeanour and crooked an eyebrow. “First? I would rather prefer the term ‘one and only’.”

“Of course you would.”

Boromir’s eyes narrowed. “Whatever is that supposed to mean?”

Faramir shrugged dismissively and tried to pull him in closer, but Boromir pushed him away and quickly rolled on top of him, pinning him down with his weight. He liked Faramir tender and sweet, and liked him demure and playful, and liked it still when his little brother got impudent and bossy – he could not decide, in fact, which he liked best. And the moods changed so quickly, one flowing into another and back… How to pick the right tone with someone you had known your whole life – yet had not known at all in the one sense that truly matters? They were just getting adjusted to each other, and it was all perfectly understandable – but at this particular moment, Boromir wanted none of his brother’s elvish volatility.

“Faramir,” he said with great gravity, and Faramir gazed up at him solemnly. “This is very serious for me. You are my dearest person, my brother, my best friend, everything to me. This is not just another… I don’t… Damn it, Faramir, you must understand…”

“I do understand,” Faramir said tenderly, and raised his hands to gently tuck Boromir’s loose raven locks behind his ears. “I understand everything, don’t you worry. Now come here.”

So they kissed again, and this time there was no more subtlety to the kiss, only heat and deep, thorough passion. Boromir nudged Faramir’s thighs apart with his knee, urging his brother to receive him closer – and Faramir did, arching up against Boromir as the older man lowered himself fully on top of him.

They caressed each other lustfully, grinding their increasingly hot arousals together and softly moaning into each other’s mouths. Then Boromir’s hand slid over Faramir’s upper thigh to underneath him, and gave his buttock a firm confident squeeze. Again, Faramir gasped at the touch, breaking the kiss, and even gave a little jolt – and Boromir grinned broadly.

“Why are you smiling?”

“Because, little brother, you are a liar.”

Faramir raised an eyebrow coldly, and Boromir’s grin widened. “Haven’t you told me,” he murmured in a deep warm voice, giving another hungry push with his hips, “that you had no more modesty or purity, not to mention sweetness? Well, that was… a shameless lie, my dear.”

Faramir thought that the other people he had slept with would probably laugh themselves silly over the notion of him having even a grain of modesty, yet knew better than to voice such ideas.

Instead he asked: “Do you have any oil or salve in your chambers?”

“Oh,” Boromir wondered how he had failed to think of this before. “I… am not sure. I haven’t really had reason to check since my return, but… There may be something in the bath quarters, let me check.”

He disengaged himself from the embrace with a mixture of great urgency and still greater reluctance. Faramir also was apparently loath to let him go, even for a moment, and stole yet another kiss on the lips before finally releasing him. “Go check,” he murmured happily, caressing the older man briefly on the chest before giving him a light playful push, “go, hurry up!”

When Boromir had already laid his hand on the door handle, he paused to throw a glance over the shoulder, unable to deny himself the pleasure of one more time seeing Faramir in his bed, naked and waiting for him impatiently, dying to have him back under the covers.

Or not under the covers, for he saw Faramir had cast the blanket aside, and was all ready for his lover’s return, lying prone on his back with legs bent and spread. And the look on his face was not a bit playful anymore, but one of anticipation and desire, with just a little delicious trepidation mixed in. His eyes were dark, his cheeks flushed – and Boromir found himself unable to tear his gaze away.

But when Faramir saw him looking, the younger man smiled again, mirth easily returning to his face. “Boromir, go already!” he chided with a laugh, then added meaningfully: “and you’d better find something.”

Boromir grinned weakly and nodded, then finally set on his search.

??What the fuck am I going to do if there isn’t anything? Run around the palace in a state like this…? ?? he thought desperately, rummaging in a cabinet. Why was this place so cluttered anyway?! He never used half of this stuff, absolutely impossible to find anything…

But then –

Oh, blessed Valar…! Boromir thought he would actually cry in relief when he finally extricated a sizeable bottle of clear glass, filled with a thick liquid, pale gold in colour. The vessel was a little dusty, but when he uncorked it to check the contents, he found it to be filled with prime-quality almond oil – and heaved a deep sigh, trying to get a hold of himself. Yes, everything was all right – everything was great, and going to get even greater, he only needed to find a little patience.

Oh, how he wanted to fuck the man to tears…

Boromir rubbed himself on the forehead and sighed again. His little brother, Faramir… so impish and so sweet, just like he had been as a boy – and apparently just as innocent, at least in some areas. Yes, he had to take it slow – slow, damn it. Had to find it in himself not to rush, had to last until Faramir felt good…

But when Boromir came out of the bath quarters, he bore a confident knowing expression, betraying none of his concerns – and grinned smugly, lifting his treasure for Faramir to see.

“There we are,” he murmured, climbing back onto the bed. “This should last us a good two-three times at the least.”

Exchanging with Faramir one more quick but deep kiss, Boromir moved down along his brother’s body, kissing him briefly on the chest, trailing his mouth down the younger man’s taut abdomen, at which Faramir gasped faintly and shuddered. Hardly pausing for a second, Boromir leant in and sucked strongly on the head of his brother’s thick manhood, then swiftly enveloped it with his lips and slid all the way down, sheathing the hot length completely.

Faramir let out a strained loud moan and arched into Boromir’s mouth with his whole body, but Boromir had already released his cock. “We’ll do this later,” he promised with a grin, “but now, little one, I want to have you.”

He sat up, nudging Faramir thighs further apart in quite a business-like manner, and reached for the oil.

Complying a little reluctantly, the younger man chewed on his lip. “Boromir?”

“Mm…?”

“Let us do it how I want – please.”

Boromir smiled condescendingly. “Don’t fret, I won’t be rough with you.”

Faramir shook his head resolutely. “It’s not only that. Please, brother, ‘tis important to me. You may fuck me however you like after this – but let’s have the first time my way.”

“However I like?” Boromir crooked an eyebrow. “It’s very bold of you, to make such promises. But all right – how do you want it?”

Faramir nodded toward the mattress. “Lie down, I want to sit astride you.”

Boromir licked his lips thoughtfully, then grinned. Not exactly the way he had imagined it, but… “All right, that works,” he said and leant onto the soft sheets, resting his head on the pillow.

“I am glad you approve,” Faramir replied with a soft snort, climbing on top of him.

For a moment they held still, considering this new arrangement. Then Boromir smiled and placed his hands on Faramir’s hips. He liked the sensation of Faramir’s weight on him, the way his brother’s body was holding him in place. Inhaling deeply, he reached up to caress Faramir’s shoulders and chest, and Faramir eagerly leant down to him. The young man was already rather hard, but Boromir, thinking there could never be too much hardness in one cock, swiftly went to stroke him to full erectness.

“Let me do yours in return,” Faramir murmured, opening the bottle with the fragrant liquid.

“Please, help yourself.”

Faramir poured some oil onto his palm, and yet more directly onto Boromir’s hardness. Boromir smiled contentedly, watching his brother’s experienced hand move up and down his slickened shaft, and before long was pushing into the confident strokes. His lover’s length was just as throbbing in his hand as was his own in Faramir’s grasp, and soon both men were breathing equally hard.

“Faramir…” Boromir shifted beneath him, trying to press himself firmer against his brother’s behind. “Faramir, I want you so bad…”

Faramir nodded, his eyes dilated and hazy. “And I want you as much, brother… want you inside of me…”

Boromir suppressed a moan of impatience. “Come kiss me one more time, little one – and then…”

As Faramir leant in, planting his hands on Boromir’s shoulders, Boromir raised himself up to grasp Faramir’s mouth with an avid ravenous kiss. Then he lay back down and let go of his brother’s hardness, pulled at his own cock once to slicken his fingers, and reached underneath Faramir to caress the young man’s behind searchingly. But Faramir, sitting up, moved his brother’s hand aside, gently but decisively, and instead reached for Boromir’s cock underneath himself with unmistakable purposefulness.

“Bur Faramir,” Boromir gasped in protest, “you can’t…! Wait, first we have to stretch you at least a little.”

“I’ll stretch myself with your cock,” Faramir replied flatly. “I want it to be the first thing to ever enter me in there.”

“But –”

Faramir raised an eyebrow. “Since when are you so cautious?”

“With you, I’ve always been cautious.”

“Well, let’s make an exception – isn’t this an exceptional night, anyway?”

Boromir tsked at him exasperatedly, but then gave a weary sigh of acceptance and moved his hands to hold Faramir gently on the hips again. He knew his little brother well enough to understand that sometimes there was just no point in arguing with him.

Faramir shifted forward a little to bring Boromir’s cock between his legs. He robbed himself against the hard blunt end, going all the way from behind his balls to the tender spot between his buttocks, and even a little beyond. This area of his body had hardly ever been touched for sexual purposes, and all the sensations were new to him – and only the more intense for it.

He knew he would like it – eventually – for he recognized in himself the same kind of eagerness, the same burning need to submit and yield that he had learned to detect in other men. In his lovers this desire would often be mixed with fear, and wonder, and audacity – and yet more wonder at one’s own audacity. Yes, all of that he felt in himself also. And above all he felt the thing that had always saddened him and made his conscience twinge him whenever he saw it in the person he shared his bed with. The thing so common and simple, yet practically impossible to define. The desire to have not just one’s body claimed and possessed, but all of oneself, one’s heart, one’s thoughts, one’s very being – to completely give oneself over to another, and thus to merge with another, to inseverably seal together two halves of one whole and finally become one.

But becoming one was still a long way away, and not all of the way would be equally pleasant.

At first his body did not even understand it was supposed to yield, for the thing pushing at the opening was simply too big in girth. But eventually Faramir managed to find an angle where his brother’s manhood was pressing against him with the least blunt part of the head, and the younger man felt… He had nothing to compare it to, this sensation. He paused and licked his lips, understanding that for the time being it was not physical discomfort, but merely his own fear that was making him tense.

It’s all right. I am not the first man to do this, I shall manage. And he dared push down for actual penetration.

The incomprehensible thickness of it, the frightening, unimaginable intrusion. His eyes shot wide open, and instinctively he drew back, panting.

“Faramir,” Boromir called to him insistently, trying to steady his own heavy breathing. “You are being stupid. Come, let’s do this properly.”

But Faramir only pursed his lips and shook his head – and the fiery glimmer in his eyes told Boromir his little brother would not reconsider.

Indeed, clenching his teeth and bowing his head, Faramir tried again.

I shall stretch myself with your cock. It was easier said than done. Each time he bore down on it, the pain would be so sharp and hot that his muscles would clench reflexively. He had smeared the oil from the cock’s head all over his private regions, and had to reply the lubricant two more times, until both the shaft and his own body were dripping slippery.

After a while he began to recognize different shades of pain. There was just plain discomfort, then there was a strong, but quite bearable soreness – and then there was the frightening sensation that if he did not draw back instantly, his tissues would literally split. He learned to ignore the first kind, slowly work with the second, and immediately heed the third.

And at last, at the very last, his body opened up enough to receive the full girth of the tip of Boromir’s cock. It’s going to be easier after this, Faramir comforted himself, and breathed out slowly, only now realising his chest was constrained with tension. He stole a look at his brother and saw Boromir’s face was pale, the man lying very still with his eyes closed, only his chest heaving effortfully. Faramir could not known how torn inside Boromir was: on the one hand, he hated to feel Faramir struggle so hard over this, and wanted to spare him the suffering even if it meant robbing himself of pleasure – yet at the same time he had to fight with himself to refrain from thrusting up with his hips to bury himself further in the firm tight heat of his brother’s depth. And thus, suspended between these two opposite desires, he lay motionless, only holding Faramir’s hips with faintly trembling fingers.

But Faramir had been right, it did get better after the head was in. He slid off, eliciting an involuntary moan of disapproval from Boromir – then slowly pushed down to take the tip in again, and this time the entrance was much smoother. He continued like this for a while, each time daring to lower himself a little further down upon the shaft. After a while he would not let the cock withdraw completely anymore, and noticed his movements gradually acquire a steady rhythm. It was not very deep, but he was making love to Boromir nevertheless – and apparently Boromir felt as much, for the stern expression had left his face, and he was smiling vaguely, his hips almost imperceptibly beginning to rock into Faramir.

And Faramir found himself smiling also, for at last the whole process was beginning to feel good – still painful, he knew it would be painful the whole time – yet unquestionably good as well. So, feeling relaxed enough to experiment a little, he began to carefully tilt his lower body this way and that as he moved up and down – and eventually a sensation of acute pleasure shot through him, leaving a residue of deep warmth in his loins. He had gasped in delighted surprise, arching his back – and Boromir stared up at him in blissful disbelief.

“Does it feel good, little one?” he muttered breathlessly, running his palms tenderly up Faramir’s abdomen and chest.

Faramir only nodded in reply.

He had still been holding Boromir’s manhood beneath himself, but now decided there was no longer need for that, and planted his hands on his brother’s stomach instead.

“Faramir,” Boromir frowned warily, “I don’t… I don’t like that look… in your eyes. Wait, all… all right? I’m not even… umnhhh… not even half-way in yet.”

Faramir grinned, his gaze shining almost feverishly. “Nay, brother – I… I want all… of you.”

He slid up, until almost only the head was left within him – then decisively bore down, dropping his weight on his brother so that his buttocks slumped forcefully against Boromir’s hips.

He had thought he had already stretched himself enough, and was entirely unprepared for the searing, torturous heat that shot up his insides at once. He screamed sharply, his whole body both going stiff and arching up in a vain attempt to escape the pain somehow.

And Boromir had bucked underneath him, too, for the rough violence of Faramir’s assault had caused him quite some distress as well. His cock may have been hard as hard gets, yet it was still sensitive, and the sharpness of the blow had even made it lose some of its rigidity.

“Faramir…! You damned fool!” he half cried, half growled, digging his fingers into the flesh of Faramir’s hips. And Faramir only bowed his head, doing his best not to whimper.

For some moments they held absolutely still, too afraid to move, trying to get their breath back, Faramir’s thighs quavering perceptibly, a sheen of moisture on his brow.

This sensation of having another person inside his body was so acute and overwhelming that he simply could not get used to it, could not comprehend it nor for a second think about anything else. It had felt the same way when Boromir’s manhood had been in his mouth, yet back then he had attributed this feeling to the degree of concentration required for the service he was doing, not to mention the strong and exotic sensual experience of the taste, scent and texture. But it had not hurt him, had not threatened to rob him of his very self, to cloud out his reason with pain… And yet at the same time he knew this pain was love, that Boromir loved him and was doing this to him only because of this love…

At last, Faramir found it in himself to speak. “I think I’ve fucking torn myself,” he admitted with a feeble grin.

“I won’t be much surprised if you have, you little idiot,” Boromir agreed in a grumble, sighing heavily. “Well… what now?” He was ashamed to admit that, much as he hated to see Faramir suffer, he still wanted to fuck him – more than ever, now that he knew what it felt like to be fully inside him. And sweet as it was to have his cock sheathed in that unyielding, impossible tightness, he yearned not to be merely held thus, but to have this tightness rub against him, caress and squeeze him rhythmically.

And Faramir understood all of that – and knew that he himself wanted it also. Lips pressed into a tight line and brows furrowed in a self-concentrated expression, he ventured to shift a little, sliding up the length a mere inch – barely to find out how it would feel to move upon it.

“Easy there,” Boromir muttered apprehensively, his hold on Faramir’s hips tightening once again, and Faramir nodded – he could not have done it any other way but easy, anyway.

He realised that the chief source of his pain was the girth: whether he just sat on it or moved along it did not make much difference as long as he was sensible about it. Thus he carried on, painstakingly slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed and daring increase the amplitude. He had found the right position again, and each time Boromir’s cock went completely into him, it grazed him deliciously on the pleasure spot, making him gasp and momentarily forget about the discomfort – and, thanks to this sweetest of sensations, Faramir kept overcoming the pain to push down on his brother’s cock with ever-increasing vigour. As he moved, he felt the shaft reach deeper into him, once again growing to full length and stiffness – and Boromir was breathing so heavily, his cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed.

Yet the older man restrained himself from humping his hips to meet Faramir’s buttocks, nor did he reach out to pump the younger man’s cock with his hand. He wanted it to last, for much as he craved the climax their coupling was bound to bring, the very process of making love to Faramir, the realisation that he was taking him right this very second was something he wished would never end. And he loved how Faramir’s brows twitched just a little every time he sheathed Boromir in his tightness, and those soft moans he was making, and the way his fingers dug into Boromir’s abdomen…

But Boromir knew he would love some other things as well.

He beckoned Faramir to lean in to him and, after kissing him deeply, whispered into his hair: “I want you from behind.”

Faramir slowed his pace and looked down at him. He would be loath to lose the eye contact, but he certainly understood Boromir’s desire. When playing the top, he liked to do it from behind as well, not least because thus it was possible to see the penetration.

He licked his lips and nodded, but did not get off straight away. “Mm… how do you want it?” he murmured casually, sliding off almost completely and reaching underneath himself to steady Boromir’s shaft with his hand. “Should I be on my knees?” He bore down suddenly, forcefully, lingered at the bottom for just a fraction of a second and then was almost off again. “Or on my belly?” He did the same thing again. “Or perhaps, bent over the bed?” And again. “Or the table?”

Faramir was sure Boromir’s fingers would leave purple marks on his hips, but only enjoyed it. Panting heavily, he beamed at his brother mischievously.

Boromir glared at him. “If you… keep on li… like this, we shan’t… shan’t do it… at all…!”

“Oh?” Faramir raised his brows in genuine puzzlement, bearing down hard on his lover yet again. “And why… is that?”

Boromir growled under his breath and, unable to withhold himself any longer, stabbed several sharp powerful thrusts deep into Faramir, making the younger man throw his head back and gasp for breath. But then he stopped just as suddenly, and grinned when Faramir moaned in protest.

“Boromir, please… keep going.”

“No. Get off.”

And Faramir complied, very carefully sliding off the hot slippery length. His breath caught and he shut his eyes for a second when it left his body completely, for suddenly he realised he did not feel right without it in him. The sensation of presence, of his body being opened up did not leave him immediately, but lingered in a faint teasing shadow, making him desperately crave to immediately return it in full force.

But nevertheless he climbed off his lover – and was surprised that even lifting a leg had made him experience a strongly unpleasant sensation in his bum. Oh, tomorrow would be a day to remember, he could tell, his muscles would be killing him – but tomorrow would come only tomorrow, and for the meantime…

Faramir turned around, coming to face the hearth, and stayed on his knees, waiting for Boromir to guide him into the position the older man desired. And Boromir was behind him in no time, hugging him tightly and pressing his length hungrily against Faramir’s buttocks. He chuckled smugly as Faramir pushed back at him, then reached down to feel between Faramir’s legs with his hand. And although Faramir had already taken his cock in, he nonetheless gasped sharply and bucked when Boromir pushed two fingers fully into him.

“Oh, this is going to be so sweet,” Boromir muttered lustfully, then withdrew his hand and sat back on his heels, pulling Faramir back with him and nudging his brother’s legs further apart with his knees.

“Come here… Like this,” he whispered gently. “This way, you can still sit on top of me like you like. All right, lean on me.” And as Faramir shifted backwards onto his lap, he held the young man on the hip with one hand while with the other smoothly led himself back in. Boromir’s cock did not meet any resistance this time, and Faramir groaned deeply, closing his eyes and arching against his brother’s front. Oh, simply having a cock sheathed in his body was pleasure already.

“Faramir, I am so deep… inside you,” Boromir murmured happily, dazedly into his ear, placing his palms on Faramir’s chest and encouraging the younger man to fully rest his weight against him. “Relax, little one… just relax and let me take you.”

Technically, Faramir was still on top, but now it was the older brother who was moving, and it made all the difference, especially to Boromir. Only now was he not merely having his cock enveloped by Faramir’s body, but actually taking the man, claiming him for his own.

“Ohh, yes…” he breathed against the curve of Faramir’s neck, driving into him slowly and powerfully, reveling in how open and accessible Faramir’s body was from this angle. “Yhees, Faramir… You are mine. Yeas…!”

Boromir loved it how Faramir responded to every inch of his lover’s length entering him, how he arched his body – smoothly, without jerking, as though riding on the crest of a wave. And he loved it how Faramir’s gasps soon turned into loud sighs, and then into full-fledged moans, and found himself gasping and grunting with effort and pleasure as well.

Faramir closed his eyes tightly, Boromir’s hot heavy breath on his cheek making his head swim. How comfortable it felt to have his buttocks cradled in the curve of his brother’s upper thighs and lower abdomen… He had covered Boromir’s hands with his own, intertwining their fingers, almost hurting Boromir with the strength of his grip. And the faster Boromir moved, the harder Faramir grasped him, and the more Boromir enjoyed it…

And as he looked over Faramir’s shoulder into the blazing hearth, it seemed to him that the flames were dancing in rhythm with the rocking of their bodies, and he wondered whether, if their passion were to increase, the fire would also flare up.

“Faramir…?”

“Uh?”

“I want to… fuck you really… really hard. Can you… take it?”

Faramir hissed as a particularly thorough thrust sent through him a surge of hot pleasure mixed with hot pain.

“I… I need more oil,” he muttered with strain, the prospect of getting yet more pain rendering him a little more alert.

Boromir looked back over his shoulder, searching for the bottle. There it was on the sheets – but neither of them could reach it from their current position.

“You’re sure?” Boromir asked reluctantly.

“Uh-huh.”

“All right, wait.”

He disengaged himself from his lover’s body as quickly as was possible without hurting Faramir, and swiftly turned around to snatch the vessel. Yet even this short a break was a challenge for Faramir, for, having grown used to the support of Boromir’s strong thighs and front, he suddenly found himself trembling, his body too excited and confused to hold itself up – and he leant forward to rest on his elbows, bowing his head tiredly. Only now did he completely realise how far gone he was, his forehead feverish and sweaty, a strand of black hair plastered to it, his throbbing manhood almost dripping with seed. And Boromir’s cock had opened him up so thoroughly that even now when it had left him, Faramir still felt such a convincing residue of its presence that he almost wanted to hump his hips at it.

Then he wondered dazedly why the cock was not coming back.

“B… Buh… brother?” he called wearily, finding it difficult to even speak coherently.

But Boromir could not answer, for when he had turned with the oil in his hand, he was met by the sight of the full beauty of Faramir’s spread behind.

His breath catching in his throat, the older man had cocked his head to the side, his lips parting in awe.

The powerful but lean thighs, the full, firm buttocks arched up invitingly – and between them…

Flushed dark pink, swollen and full. Already debauched and robbed of all innocence… How horribly, delectably lascivious, how irresistible…

And yes, Boromir’s cock had indeed torn his lover’s sweetness, for there was blood – not too much, but there was some: smears and streaks of brutal scarlet on creamy skin. Boromir knew he ought to feel shame, guilt, remorse… And afterwards he probably would. But at the moment there was only mad, ecstatic lust, and he felt himself literally shake with desire. Then he looked down and saw that he too was marked by their lovemaking – there was Faramir’s blood on his erection…

And for a second Boromir was afraid that for the first time in his life his eyes would actually make him come…

He swallowed with difficulty and trailed his fingers over his mouth.

“You know what… stay like that,” he said very quietly at last. “Just like that… don’t move.”

Then Boromir finally moved up to his brother and, having generously oiled himself, let some liquid pour over the base of Faramir’s spine, and watched it trickle down the cleft of the man’s arse. And Faramir, breathing so hard as though Boromir was already back inside him, moved his legs even wider apart and arched towards his lover’s hardness.

Taking himself in hand, Boromir aligned the shaft with the passage ready to receive it, but at the last moment paused, mesmerized by the picture before his eyes. His engorged pitiless cock reaching for the puckered defenseless tightness – so close… Greedy to bathe itself in Faramir’s blood again. Yes, just one thrust of the hips away, he could actually feel the heat emanating from Faramir’s body wash over the sensitized glistening head of his manhood…

“Boromir, pleeease… your cock…!” Oh, apparently he was not the only one shaking with lust.

And Boromir grinned, the desperate alacrity in his brother’s voice making his loins twitch.

“Mmm, what about it?”

“Put it in me!”

“Where?”

“Right here!” with a sudden and precise thrust of the hips, Faramir impaled himself on the length, enveloping the cock’s head completely in his heat. No, it was not an invitation to be denied, and, the oil giving a lecherous slurp, Boromir shoved all the way into him. Faramir cried out – a sharp strangled yelp – but shoved back at him at once, and Boromir grabbed him authoritatively on the hips and immediately went pounding into him.

How cosy, how blissfully soft and tender was the hold of Faramir’s depth on his arousal… Yet the opening of his body still gripped Boromir tightly, like a ring of fire sliding forcefully up and down, up and down his quavering cock – hypnotizing…

He wanted this sensation all along his length, not just the bottom half of it, and so went pulling almost all the way out before ploughing back in, riding all the way through the taut entrance to finally slam his hips against Faramir’s buttocks.

Oh, and how that made Faramir moan… For to him it seemed, of course, that it was Boromir’s body that was made out of fire, and that with every thrust his brother set his flesh ablaze. And he loved it…

Then, yearning for more contact, Boromir bent over him, covering Faramir whole with his body, planting his hands on the mattress next to Faramir’s elbows. This change somewhat restrained the freedom of movement for Boromir’s hips, yet now he could feel Faramir’s strained sweat-moistened back pressing against his chest, and could nibble on his lover’s shoulder and neck. And as soon as he grasped the smooth skin with his teeth, Faramir turned over his shoulder, needily searching for Boromir’s mouth with his own. Boromir met him eagerly, their lips and tongues coming to slide and twist together in a frantic sloppy kiss.

And Faramir was driven insane by the contrast between the hot wet softness of Boromir’s mouth and the unimaginable rigidity of his brother’s cock plunging into him again and again. He loved this position, too, for it made him feel submissive to such an utterly animal degree… so defenseless before Boromir’s merciless lust… And it seemed to him that even had he wanted to, he would not be able to get away, and would have to be fucked to the end.

But just as he felt that specific sensation of deep slow warmth beginning to spread through his feet, the muscles of his thighs starting to tingle, Boromir slowed down and muttered into his mouth: “Fa…ramir, let’s… turn over.”

Despite the circumstances, Faramir snorted. “Valar…! We have… enough time. Do you really… aaah… want to go through all the… the… the positions in the first… oannhhh… half-hour?”

“Don’t you worry, I know enough positions to last us a month, even at this rate,” Boromir assured him firmly, having decreased his pace to an unbearably mild degree. “Now turn over.”

Then as Boromir pulled out of him, Faramir cried out in shock, for now it seemed to him that he would simply die without a cock in his body. But, miraculously, he did not, and instead just slumped heavily onto his side – and Boromir helped him roll onto his back.

At once they fitted back together, easily and perfectly, Faramir slinging one leg over Boromir’s hips, another over his waist, tilting himself up to receive his brother’s love – and their bodies fastened to each other naturally and smoothly, without even the help of a hand. And they both sighed deeply in relief, and for a second reveled in the reestablished togetherness. Then Faramir embraced Boromir strongly, and the older man, bowing his head in concentration, set to finally bring them both to completion.

Faramir shut his eyes tightly, and moaned with a heart-felt ‘ohhhhhh’ every time Boromir rocked forward on top of him. This position, the young man knew now, was of course the best one for tonight: the simplest and yet the most intimate, the most personal, oh, how much love and trust there was in it… And he gripped at Boromir’s back even harder, longing to crush all of himself against his brother’s body, just as his throbbing cock was being crushed against Boromir’s taut abdomen.

Then Boromir’s thrusts suddenly became shallow and frantic, and he panted hoarsely, waves of strain and pleasure so obviously rolling through him.

“Oh, come on, little one! Come on… Oh, how I love you…!”

Then suddenly, amid all the passion, Faramir looked up at him with a startling clarity of gaze – so startling that Boromir nearly lost his rhythm. Staring back at him, the older man appeared almost bewildered, as though only now coming to realise what he and his little brother were doing, what they had become to each other.

He saw it all in Faramir’s eyes… He had eyes to drown in, Faramir did. Pure and clear. Transparent, with a luminescent depth – they caught the light, and held it, and it shimmered in them… For a second Boromir was suspended in weightlessness, simply staring into those eyes, seeing all the meaning of his life in them…

And then, without any conscious thought, he leant in to Faramir and locked his mouth to his brother’s just like he had done so many years ago, and breathed into him. Faramir understood him at once, and took Boromir’s breath deep into his lungs, and then returned it. And thus they kept on passing it back and forth, not inhaling anew, letting this air wash through their lungs over and over, just as their bodies rose and fell together over and over. The air had become humid, heavy and hot, just as their thrusts had become frantic, desperate and almost hysterical. But still they kept going, for they could not break – not even when their chests were bursting, their vision clouded by blackness and their loins veritably burning with pleasure and need.

And only when all his muscles suddenly contracted, sending him to slump powerlessly onto Faramir, did Boromir break away to heave a hoarse ragged breath – and at once cried out loudly and desperately, pleasure stabbing at him like a sword. Then as soon as the first spasm released him, he jerked back hastily and thrust once more into his incoherently moaning and whimpering brother, who this time cried out also, arching against Boromir as though in agony.

For indeed the first moment of it was like agony, searing through their flesh and veins with mind-numbing intensity, seizing every muscle, twisting every ligament, yanking harshly at the vocal cords, making teeth grit and fingers dig pitilessly into sweat-covered skin. And it was impossible to tell whether they had died in that moment or, on the contrary, only now were finally made alive.

But through it all, Boromir kept going with what strength was left in him, simply unable to stop… And then there was no more suffering in their release, there was only joy – and the joy kept spreading through the body so smoothly and sweetly, like the foamy surf covering the shore… and then again. It abated and then came forth again, over and over, such pure bliss…

Even the pain between Faramir’s legs was gone at last, fully drowned by the pleasure rolling over him. The young man moaned deliriously and helplessly, for it seemed to him that together with the pain his whole body was gone, dissolving into his brother’s embrace. Yes, although he could still feel Boromir all over himself, above himself, inside himself and around himself, he knew with absolute certainty that neither of them existed anymore, for of course their bodies had melted away, melted into one another… The sensation of touch lingered only because touching they were, only not skin to skin, flesh to flesh, but holding each other and rocking together on some other level of being…

And in that moment Faramir needed no magic ring to show him what was hidden, to reveal to him the true nature of things, to unveil for him the complete entity, the inner essence of another person. The part of his one beloved man that was unseen to all other eyes – he saw it now with his inner sight, saw it in perfect clarity and full glory, and was blinded by the splendour of its radiance.

Boromir, too, had seen a radiance of searing white, but whether it was brought about by love, by bliss, by the crushing grip of Faramir’s muscles on his erupting manhood, or simply by blood pounding into his brain, he did not know and did not care. For in that moment he too felt their bodies disintegrating – and the only way to save each other from permanently slipping into nonbeing was to keep going, to hold on to reality through the unceasing rhythm of their hips, to keep burying one burning pleasure into another…

Make it through. Carry on… Do not stop…

Even when the threat of falling apart was long since gone, when their chests were once again rising and falling almost evenly, Boromir kept on moving slowly within his brother – just for the pleasure of it, until his cock grew too soft and slipped out. And then they lay still for many minutes, simply holding each other.

And then, when it seemed to Boromir that the perfect ending to the evening would be to fall asleep just as they were, Faramir shuddered beneath him, made a faint strangled gasp – and then began to shake in earnest.

“Little one…! What is it?” Boromir whispered in bewilderment, trying to get a look into Faramir’s eyes. “Are you… did I hurt you that bad?” But Faramir only shook his head mutely, hiding his face in the crook of his brother’s neck, clutching at him as though in desperation, his breath ragged and strained against Boromir’s skin.

“It’s all right,” Boromir murmured to him soothingly, at a loss for what else to say, “it’s all right… I’m with you.”

But his tender tone had an opposite effect on Faramir, who moaned as though in pain and began to sob for real. The young man did not even try to explain himself, but only kept pressing all of his body against Boromir’s with such vehemence as though his very life depended upon it. His embrace grew so tight it became difficult for Boromir to inhale, but he returned it with equal strength, his brother’s distress frightening him so much that he could no longer come up with any verbal consolation, and simply held Faramir, waiting for the storm to pass.

Indeed, eventually it began to subside.

“I had thought… I’d never get to hold you like this again,” Faramir managed to mumble amid his gasps. “I love you too, Boromir. I’ve never loved anyone but you!”

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