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Two Men and an Elf (NC-17)

Written by Anorienbean

13 March 2007 | 2896 words

PAIRING: Haldir/Faramir/Boromir
BETA: My darling martonsmistress ♥
RATING: NC17
WORD COUNT: 2856
WARNING: Rimming, double penetration.
A/N: Written for the lovely thalassa_ipx who requested a DP with this pairing. I hope you like it, my dear! :)

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It took Faramir days to get up the courage to ask his brother how he would feel about asking the fairest of the golden Elves to join them in their bedchambers that night. Ever since he had laid eyes on the creature, Faramir had been able to think of nothing else. If Haldir happened to say yes, Faramir was sure it would be because of the opportunity to be with Boromir, but Faramir planned on watching at the very least. By the time Boromir agreed (quite happily) to ask Haldir, Faramir was half sick with nervousness, worried that he would be in the way as the Elf and his brother satisfied their lust.

Little did he know that he was the object of Haldir’s affection.

Not long after dinner, Boromir snuck away and whispered something into Haldir’s ear. Haldir’s eyes had barely left Faramir, and he honestly started to decline when Boromir propositioned him, but when he heard the words ‘both of us’, he felt the first stirrings of excitement.

In almost no time at all, the two Men and one Elf were making their way down the hallway to Faramir’s rooms, having made their guest an offer he couldn’t refuse.

Boromir started undressing the moment they were inside, but Faramir suddenly felt a bit shy. Gods, the Elf was beautiful…and most likely to be drawn to Boromir instead of him, especially once he saw them both naked. He thought himself too thin and pale, never as muscular or strong as his older brother, and no real hope of ever being so. He undressed in a dark corner of the room as Haldir stood by the fireplace, where he neatly folded his tunic and breeches over the back of a chair.

Faramir gasped as Haldir moved toward him, long, lean muscles rippling under smooth, pale skin, golden hair almost glowing in the light of the fire, perfectly formed arms reaching toward him, and finally, soft, full lips sealing over his own. His arms wound around the Elf’s waist and he moaned into the kiss, feeling long fingers tangling gently in his hair and a warm, wet tongue delving into every corner of his mouth.

Boromir came up behind him, tentatively at first, unsure exactly how this would work with a new lover to factor in, wondering if Haldir was here mainly for Faramir, or for them both.

That question was answered soon enough as Haldir reached around Faramir and placed his hands on Boromir’s waist, pulling him flush against Faramir’s back and breaking their kiss. His lips were on Boromir’s then, and the eldest of the steward’s sons could taste his own brother on the Elf’s tongue, making his arousal twitch and harden at once as it rested against the cleft of Faramir’s backside. Faramir turned between them, and for long, hazy moments, the three kissed and rocked their hips, both Men and Elf aroused and ready for almost anything their lovers could offer.

Boromir was the first to break away. Fastening his mouth on one of Haldir’s nipples, he began to suck gently while he pressed his brother’s mouth back to the Elf’s and slowly slid to his knees. More than anything at the moment, he wanted to know what it would be like to taste the golden creature. Haldir’s sex was swollen and hard as it jutted from between his legs, and the single drop of precum gathered at the tip made Boromir’s mouth water in anticipation. He looked up for a moment, watching as Haldir’s arms pulled Faramir close and deepened their kiss, thinking that his little brother and their new lover looked incredible together.

Haldir moaned into the kiss as his already aching flesh was engulfed in the heat of Boromir’s mouth. He held tight to Faramir, who was rocking against him and pressing his arousal against Haldir’s leg, with one hand as the other trailed down to let his fingers tangle in Boromir’s hair.

The taste on the back of his tongue was sweet, Boromir thought, as he took Haldir deep into his throat and swirled his tongue around the thick member. Haldir slowly began to thrust into his mouth, never breaking the kiss with his brother.

Faramir was fisting himself as he kissed Haldir and watched the Elf’s sex slide past Boromir’s lips, already red and swollen from their earlier kisses. The sight alone made it difficult for him to hold back, but he wasn’t even close to being ready just yet. His fingers moved to the base of his length and tightened, holding back his orgasm until the urge passed. When he pulled away from Haldir, he was breathless and aching, and couldn’t draw his gaze away from his older brother and the Elf. Haldir’s hand clenched in Boromir’s hair, and he gave a muffled warning as his release hit him hard.

Boromir swallowed every drop, then licked the still hard flesh clean. Apparently Haldir wasn’t ready for this to end either. “Delicious,” he murmured, as Haldir helped him to his feet and Faramir kissed him, feeling his control waver as he tasted the Elf’s seed on his brother’s tongue.

It took Haldir only a moment to catch his breath. When he was breathing normally again, he took his lovers’ hands and led them to the bed. Boromir and Faramir went willingly enough, more than happy to do whatever Haldir requested of them. Faramir, especially, was enamored of Haldir, and wanted everything he could think of since this, he thought, would probably be the only chance he would ever have to touch such a lovely creature, let alone be his lover.

“What do you want?” Haldir whispered, wrapping one arm around each of his lovers. He was looking at Faramir as he spoke, and the youngest of the trio had the grace to flush.

“Everything.”

Haldir smiled and gently pushed Faramir back on the bed. Rather than kiss him again however, he moved down, lifted Faramir’s legs in the air and ran the flat of his tongue over his entrance. “Prepare me Boromir, while I ready your brother, then.”

Boromir’s cock jumped at once, and he didn’t hesitate. As Haldir leaned back down, Faramir moaned loudly, feeling the Elf’s tongue pressing against him again. Slowly, the wet organ slipped inside and Faramir’s entrance opened around him, the wrinkled skin stretching and smoothing as Haldir prepared him in a way he’d never even dreamed was possible.

The angle Haldir had to bend to reach Faramir’s opening, and the fact that he parted his legs as far apart as he could, presented Boromir with the perfect opportunity. He quickly slicked his fingers and let one, then two slide inside the Elf’s body. The digits moved in and out of the tight hole, stretching him quickly, but carefully. Haldir’s tongue worked its way inside Faramir’s body in time with Boromir’s fingers moving in his own passage, and the room was filled with soft exclamations of pleasure and the sound of low, breathless moans.

When Haldir’s tongue moved easily inside Faramir’s body, he stood, causing Faramir to groan in frustration. As he moved forward and pressed the head of his arousal to the saliva slicked orifice, however, Faramir sounded distinctly happier and spread his legs even wider. With one smooth motion, Haldir buried himself inside the steward’s youngest son, biting his lip in concentration to keep from thrusting at once. When he was fully seated inside, he looked over his shoulder at Boromir who was watching with keen interest and fisting himself almost casually. “Come, Boromir, I’m ready for you.” With that, he leaned forward, sealing his lips over Faramir’s even as he widened his stance and presented himself to Faramir’s brother.

A moment later he felt Boromir sliding inside him, hard and full, stretching the tight ring of muscle wide. He held still, waiting for his body to adjust to the intrusion, and for Faramir to adjust as well.

Faramir clung to his lover, panting through slightly parted lips and hoping that he could hold out long enough not to embarrass himself. It wouldn’t be easy, but God, Haldir was definitely worth the wait, he thought.

His body slowly adjusted and Haldir found himself in the enviable position of both taking and being taken. Faramir was tight around him and Boromir was hard and buried as deep inside him as he could go. They started moving by some unspoken signal, all three bodies moving as one.

Boromir set the pace, thrusting deep and hard inside his Elven lover and pushing him forward into his brother. When he would pull back until his length was almost free of the tight passage, Haldir would follow, and seconds later, both Man and Elf would move forward again. Faramir would fell the fullness of Haldir pressing into him, and then feel himself stretched impossibly wider as Boromir pushed forward and forced Haldir in even deeper.

Haldir pulled away from his kiss with Faramir and leaned his weight on one hand as the other snaked between them. He gazed down into Faramir’s eyes as his fist wrapped around the column of flesh that lay dripping on the Man’s stomach, slicking his hand and letting the warm skin slide easily through his fingers. “Do not come yet,” he whispered, slowing both his strokes and his thrusts. “Wait, and come inside me, with your brother.”

“Oh, Gods, Haldir,” Faramir murmured, reaching up and tangling his fingers in long, golden hair as his arousal twitched violently in the Elf’s hand at the very idea. A moment later, Haldir pulled away, freeing himself completely from the muscles gripping him so tightly. He waited for Boromir to thrust a few more times, then pull away himself. Haldir moved up on the bed, gently pushing Faramir before him, and straddled the young man, placing one knee on each side of his hips. He reached behind him to line himself up with Faramir’s erection, but found Boromir’s hand already there, stroking the leaking length with firm, practiced strokes before guiding Haldir’s hips down. Haldir’s entrance was stretched and slick from Boromir’s earlier attentions and he took Faramir’s hard flesh inside him with no trouble at all. Faramir arched up off the bed, wrapping both arms around the Elf above him and trying not to thrust just yet.

“Now, Boromir,” Haldir murmured, sliding both arms beneath Faramir’s shoulders, “go slowly. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this…”

Boromir was practically salivating as he moved closer, thinking that maybe, if he did this right, he and his brother could have more nights with their new lover…or maybe Haldir would even keep Faramir company while Boromir slipped off and tried to seduce their king.

Lifting his hand up to his mouth, he quickly slicked two fingers with his own saliva and tried to ignore the ache in his loins. Rather than simply forcing himself inside, he hooked his middle finger, fondled the full globes that were the only part of his brother’s sex visible at the moment, and carefully worked his finger in alongside Faramir’s cock. Haldir was tight – too tight by far for him just yet, as his finger was gripped almost painfully in the already full passage. Faramir, however, certainly seemed to enjoy the added stimulation if the almost desperate moans falling from his lips were any indication.

Haldir distracted himself by ravishing Faramir’s mouth and rocking his hips slightly even as Boromir worked his finger up to the first knuckle. Maybe having both of them inside him was not the best idea he had ever had, but he was not going to give up without trying. The stretch and burning sensation in his backside grew even more pronounced as Boromir worked a second finger in alongside Faramir’s shaft.

Boromir was in almost as much pain as Haldir, but for entirely different reasons. When he saw the Elf’s back arch so that he could reach his own erection, Boromir decided he’d waited long enough. Quickly slicking himself, he gripped Haldir’s hip with one hand and guided the swollen head of his cock to the already distended opening between the globes of his lover’s backside. “You’re sure, Haldir?” he murmured breathlessly.

Pulling away from the sweetness of Faramir’s kisses, Haldir took a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing his muscles. “Aye. I am sure.” He stopped fisting himself and slid both arms beneath Faramir’s shoulder, then buried his face against his lover’s neck. As Boromir slowly began to push forward, his muscles tightened in protest, but the pressure was steady and unrelenting and with a small moan, Haldir felt his body being breached by a second shaft. Certain for a moment that he was simply going to be split in two, he felt Faramir’s arms wrap around his shoulders and soft, sweet endearments whispered against his ear. He closed his eyes and held his breath, waiting for the fullness to lessen and become, if not pleasurable, at least bearable. He had wanted this after all, and he was not about to back out now.

Boromir’s body now covered with a thin sheen of sweat as his sex was squeezed mercilessly against his brother’s within the Elf’s tight passage. He waited as long as he could, feeling the warmth of his own juices seeping from the tip of his cock and making the slow slide in a little easier.

Faramir, for his part was struggling to both comfort Haldir and restrain himself from moving until his lover… no, he thought, make that lovers… were ready. Silky muscles melded the two Men and one Elf together. All three held perfectly still, each for their own reasons, until Haldir tentatively began to breathe again. Time seemed to stop, but finally, their golden lover began to move. Faramir leaned up, licked at Haldir’s full bottom lip and shifted his hips.

In no time at all, both Boromir and Faramir were thrusting deep inside the Elf’s body. Haldir’s back arched, but before he could touch himself, Faramir’s hand snaked between them and wrapped around his erection, stroking firmly.

The pain mixed with the almost overwhelming pleasure and Haldir, completely lost his ability to think. The brothers were both thrusting hard and deep, the swollen cockheads alternating with one another to brush over his prostate, the stimulation of the tiny gland constant and breathtaking. With a loud cry, he felt his cock surge and pulse within the confines of Faramir’s hand, spilling between them as his inner muscles clenched so hard around the two shafts inside him, that both Faramir and Boromir lost their rhythm. Boromir was the first to come, his release filling Haldir’s passage and warming Faramir’s still-thrusting flesh. Faramir’s back arched up off the bed at the sensation, lifting both of his lovers as he did so, his body as tight as a bowstring. He came moments later, his cries muffled by the warmth of Haldir’s neck as he desperately hung on to the Elf and felt his release mix with his brother’s. They stayed like that, Faramir’s body momentarily supporting both his lovers, two Men and one Elf in the throes of pleasure that defied any description they could even begin to describe.

Finally, Faramir relaxed back onto the bed with a soft whimper as both Haldir and Boromir’s weight almost crushed him against the bed. Boromir carefully pulled away, and Faramir’s softening arousal slid out soon after. Haldir simply lay on top of Faramir, eyes closed, legs still spread, his entrance open and still stretched impossibly wide, the seed of two Men of Gondor leaking down the inside of his thigh and onto Faramir’s skin. Faramir’s hands moved over his shoulders, then Boromir’s joined them, caressing the pale, damp skin until Haldir began to stir. “Haldir…?”

“I am fine…more than fine.”

Boromir smiled at his brother and gently began cleaning his two lovers. When he finished, Haldir moved to Faramir’s side and curled up around him. “Well, I hope you do not expect me to go back to my rooms after that,” he teased as he looked over his shoulder at Boromir. Faramir already had his arms around him and was beginning to doze.

With a soft chuckle, Boromir shook his head and slid into bed, spooned behind their Elven lover. “How long will you be in Gondor?” He asked just as Haldir started to fall asleep.

Haldir smiled and stifled a yawn. “I was supposed to leave tomorrow,” he murmured, snuggling closer to his two lovers. “But I think I might just extend that stay, if anyone were to wish it…”

“Yes, please,” Faramir, who suddenly seemed wide-awake, interjected. “I mean…”

“We would love for you to stay.” Boromir said softly. “Both of us. For as long as you wish.”

Faramir, who suddenly didn’t seem quite as shy anymore, let his gaze meet Haldir’s. “I wish you could stay for a lifetime.”

Haldir, who saw something in Faramir’s eyes that made his heart skip a beat and his stomach do a funny little flip, lifted his hand and gently cupped his lover’s face. “I might just do that,” he whispered truthfully. “I might just do that.”

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