|perhin (perhin) wrote in perhin_fics,|
@ 2008-04-23 18:21:00
|Entry tags:||aragorn/boromir, lord of the rings, rated r, slash|
Summary: "He wasn't used to be pushed around while kissing, but for some reason he enjoyed it."
Aragorn moaned as strong arms pushed him against a nearby wall. He wasn't used to be pushed around while kissing, but for some reason he enjoyed it. A knee went between his legs making him moan again. Aragorn looked at the man who was pushing his hand into the other's breaches. Boromir smiled at Aragorn's unknowing touch.
“I do not know-”
“You're fine. I did not expect you to be an expert.”
A rough kiss was placed on Araogrn's lips, and Aragorn's grip tightened. A sound he had never heard before escaped into his ears. What he usually heard and yearned for was a feminine voice, but what he heard was a man's voice instead moaning.
Aragorn did as he was told, and found he was enjoying his new position. Here he was to be lead, instead of being the leader, and something odd kicked into Aragorn making him enjoy it.
Boromir ripped Aragorn's breaches open.. Borormir was soon on his knees and the tables were turned.
Aragorn pushed Boromir's head closer to him and gasped at Borormir's touch. He soon found himself thrusting, grunting every so often. Aragorn began leaning against Borormir, letting him do most of the work.
Araogrn let out a silent moan and fell back against the wall. Borormir stood, wiping his mouth on a worn out handkerchief he pulled out a pocket.
“How was it?” Boromir asked.
“Better than Arwen?”
Aragorn eyed him and said, “Never.”