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You're naughty (NC-17)

Written by Suometar

16 September 2012 | 1275 words

Title: You’re naughty
Author: suometar
Beta: willowaif
Pairing: Boromir/Faramir
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Adult gay sibling incest, rimming, subjugation
Summary: Boromir finds himself being dominated and doesn’t quite know how to fit the role

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Boromir lies on his stomach, can’t see Faramir and doesn’t even try to. He can feel Faramir move, his hand slides down his older brother’s back. So wide, full of muscles that make him the warrior he is, the highly skilled swordsman, the high captain of Gondor. He lets Faramir slide his hand more downwards and feel how Boromir grows more exited, but still quiet. Faramir moves his hand between Boromir’s buttokcs. Boromir groans a little when Faramir presses one finger in, a bit brutally, but not really, it feels good. Faramir moves his finger, faster, then slower, deeper. Boromir grows anxious for more and Faramir adds another finger. When Boromir lifts his hips a bit, Faramir slides his free hand under his brother and takes Boromir’s cock in his hand. He strokes Boromir and at the same time probes him from behind. Boromir lifts himself a bit more up, leaning on his elbows. He is moving, rocking a little and moans. Oh how Faramir loves it when his brother moans.

Finally Faramir takes his fingers back and lets go of Boromir’s shaft. Boromir trusts him to be prepared for Faramir with that, but Faramir doesn’t get up and between Boromir’s legs from behind, so Boromir becomes a bit confused. Just when he is about to check what is up, he feels Faramir’s tongue licking him from where Faramir just had his fingers. It feels extremely good, but Boromir jolts, this has to stop.

“What? No! Faramir don’t do that!”

“Shut up.” A command said so softly can only come from Faramir, but Boromir can’t obey, he tries to get up.

“Down!” Faramir yells quietly, one of his hands hits Boromir’s back, it doesn’t hurt, but makes his command perfectly clear.

Oh dear Valar Faramir is licking him there, Boromir feels disgusted with himself for letting his brother put his tongue so near his-

“Faramir, don’t!” Boromir yells as loudly as he dares when he can feel Faramir actually popping his tongue inside Boromir’s hole.

He tries to squirm, but Faramir takes a hold of his hips with both hands.

Faramir lifts his head a little and Boromir hopes he’s done, but as nasty as it was, it felt good. “Down,” Faramir repeats his command.

Then Faramir continues, more eagerly and Boromir is losing it. “Faramir, it’s dirty, stop.” He is able to say between his moaning and hissing.

Then Faramir puts his fingers back in and takes a hold of Boromir’s cock again. It does’t take much for his older brother to come.

Boromir rolls to his back and pants. Faramir is sitting between Boromir’s legs and grins wickedly. The room is dim, but Boromir is sure Faramir grinned.

“What are you gonna do to me little brother?” Boromri says and his tone is out of breath.

“Oh, but do not ask what am I gonna do, when you surely know what you want me to do.”

With one hand, Faramir has Boromir beneath him, trapped between Faramir’s legs. Now Faramir just looks at him, the beautiful creature he has captured under him. And Boromir looks up, questions in his eyes, and surrender, letting himself being dominated, let it be as gently as Faramir does it. Faramir leans in, but passes the lips Boromir already opens for him, he buries his face in Boromir neck, where there’s his brother’s sweaty messed hair and the air is hot.

“Say it.” Faramir whispers into Boromir’s neck, Boromir needs to close his eyes for the sensation is overwhelming.

“You know what you want, just say it.”

Faramir lifts his head and lets his body press completely on Boromir’s. “It’ll surely be something I’m willing to give you.”

Boromir opens his eyes, Faramir’s face is so close to his, he can barely focus into Faramir’s eyes. So bright and yet so dark with desire, and so keen and determined. He hadn’t seen his brother like that in the light of day, in the halls of their city, where their father treats him so badly. And Boromir feels almost like his little one is the older brother, is the one taking care of him, protects him. As if their places were changed. Boldly Boromir takes hold of Faramir’s head, keeping it in place and kisses him roughly. They kiss for a moment Faramir allows, but he won’t take such a behavior nicely. He forces Boromir’s lips away from his with a hand grasping the corners of Boromir’s mouth. Boromir looks confused, but only a little. He can tell he did too much. Faramir holds him and says again.

“Say it, plead.”

He lets go of Boromir’s face. “Say it.”

“I want…” Boromir starts but finds it oddly difficult to finish. “…you to… I want…”

He knows he has to say it. They both want it and know it, but he, damn it, has to say it.

“I want… inside…” Boromir gulps and swallows, his mouth uncomfortably dry. “I want you… inside of…”

“Yes?”

“…me, inside of me, Faramir.” Boromir closes his eyes. “Faramir, my dear brother, Faramir.”

And Faramir inserts a finger that makes Boromir moan hoarsely “Faramir, Faramir!”

“Quiet you.” Faramir says, and lets his forehead rest on top of Boromir’s. “Neither of us can risk being heard.”

Faramir makes the way and himself ready, then positions himself on top of his older brother, who is moaning softly and quiet. It drives Faramir mad with lust, but he has to pay attention now, has to be careful enough and do this slowly enough. He wants to posses him, dominate his older brother, but not to hurt him. First Faramir hold himself up with his arms both sides of Boromir’s head, to see him. When he is more confident, he rests his head on Boromir’s neck, resting his forehead somewhere there and panting hot, thrusting in.

Faramir is now completely inside of his brother and pauses there, he reaches out with a gentle touch and hugs Boromir. Boromir, under Faramir, puts his nails softly into Faramir’s back, not to scratch, but surely it feels sharp enough when he trails them across Faramir’s bare, muscular back.

“Faramir, fuck me!”

“Hush.” Faramir says and starts to move, not lifting his head from Boromir’s neck.

Soon Boromir opens his mouth again and Faramir is growing annoyed. He lifts himself back up.

“Shush!” Faramir puts one hand on Boromir’s mouth and started to fuck him faster, harder.

Boromir is moaning more and more under Faramir’s hand, those muffled noises would’ve been louder than before.

When they are done, Faramir layes ontop of Boromir a while, they are both sticky from Boromir’s release and Faramir doesn’t care if that messy stuff buggers up the hair on his belly all to his groin. Boromir’s sweaty, his breathing lifts Faramir gently up and down. Then Faramir pulls out and lays on his back too, next to Boromir.

“Love?” Boromir finally says, not turning his head, voice deep and purring.

“Hmm?”

“It felt amazing. Am I that good or is it just you?”

It made Faramir chuckle. He turns to his side and leans to his arm, looks down at Boromir with a wide grin.

“Of course I’m better than you.” He says teasingly and kisses his lover.

Boromir tangles his fingers into Faramir’s hair, it feels a bit damp.

“Of course you are.” Boromir says, not teasingly at all.

Then they kiss again and again and again, again before going to sleep.

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