rohanson: (Theo)
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Takes place a few hours after this

Théo: Sometimes I want to explore this new world with you, leave the confines of these walls and wander, either aimlessly or with purpose, drinking in experiences with you at my side. And sometimes, I have no desire to step out of the door, not even to ride free and easy on the bike. On days like that, there is no need for clothes. I want to spend every second naked with you, touching your skin, arching at the slightest caress of your fingertips, my body so in tune with yours that I do not feel whole unless I am touching you.

Sometimes when I think on our time here, it is a wonderful tapestry of sensation, soaked in sweat and love. Muscles tensing and rippling beneath my touch, your hair slipping through fingers, tight heat gripping me, hard flesh taking me, the sound of your voice crying my name, groaning for me, growling possessively.

And sometimes I remember every single expression that has passed over your face, each with crystal clarity. I can touch every memory we have made together as if I were living it afresh. Eyes that darken with raw lust so focussed on me that my spine tingles, or flash with touches of a vulnerability I know is kept for me alone. Lips that can burn my flesh or heal my wounds. Words that can turn my soul inside out with the comprehension of how much you love me, or overwhelm me with the desire to take you and make you mine again and again and again …

It took a while to ease out from the tangle of your limbs without waking you, a raging thirst for cold fresh water hard to ignore. I notice how dark it is outside, even though it is nowhere near midnight as I stand in the bathroom drinking one glass before refilling it and taking it back to bed with me, thinking you may need it too when you wake. I took the comfort you offered me earlier, and we let our passions run free down in the training room, ending up in a satisfied knot of limbs after hours of tormenting each other. After a shower and food we were both in the mood to curl up and doze for a while.

When I get back, you have grabbed one of the nest of pillows we always sleep in and it has replaced me in your arms. Smiling, I take a seat on the bed next to you and kiss your shoulder, pushing my fingers gently through your hair to stroke your neck, wondering if you truly know how much I love you, if I ever really succeed when I try to tell you. A low sound akin to a purr resonates from somewhere deep in your chest and I know you are not quite as drowsy as you look.

My fingers run slowly down your spine, stopping to tease the downy hairs that cover the small of your back. You stretch and arch a little as my fingers work lower, your face still buried in the pillow as I nuzzle your neck. Before going any further, I suck on a finger, then slip it into the crease between your buttocks and stroke it over your entrance. The muscle flares open a little at my touch and I dip my fingertip into the centre, the pad grazing round the edge of the sensitive hole my cock was stretching open a few hours ago.

Éomer: Fingers on my back pull me out of the light doze I had been in. Fingers that soothe my muscles but at the same time send out little bolts of pleasure where they touch. I make an approving noise, hoping you will continue. My back is tingling by the time you reach the base of my spine and I am fully awake now. My body has recovered from our earlier activities and the warmth of your exploring fingers sends my desire flaring and I lock my teeth around a moan.

But your finger finds the place that you have so thoroughly sensitized and I cannot help but spread my legs, thrusting a little against the finger, letting you know how much I want more, want you buried inside me again. The finger brushes me lightly, teasingly and I cannot hold back the sound any more, the moan escapes and I scrape myself against
the bedclothes.

But then I try to hold myself still, waiting for you, waiting to see what you will do. Knowing that I will enjoy whatever we do together.

Théo: Your moan makes me smile, that and the squirming, and I rub my face against your shoulder. My tongue flicks out now and then to taste your skin as I take my time, pressing that single finger slowly into your heat until it can go no further. I spiral it round, feeling the slick contours surrounding it, my movements deliberate, unhurried. I know you want more, and I fully intend to give you more, but I want to hear you ask for it first.

Pulling almost all the way back out, I let my fingertip slide, featherlight, over the point inside that makes you gasp, before pushing it back in. I build up a slow rhythm, kissing your shoulder as I work my finger in and out of you, already feeling that shift of muscle under my lips as your body responds so well to my touch.

Éomer: What you will do is drive me to the point of madness. You continue to tease me beyond reason, my body moving helplessly against you, trying to increase the contact of those light touches inside me. The touches that will send me over the edge if you would just . . .

I groan in frustration as another brief stroke lances sensation through my body, which is trembling under you. You are holding me pinned to you by nothing more than your lips and your finger, but I cannot escape you and you do not seem willing to push me further. I am grasping desperately for it, you having taking me from a sleepy daze to unbearably aroused so quickly that my mind is still left behind somewhere.

A light sheen of sweat breaks out on my body before my wits finally awaken and loosen my voice. "More . . . please. . . "

Théo: Your skin is glowing golden in the soft light of the lamp beside the bed and rippling as you move, and I groan as I lick a broad stripe over your shoulder blade, savouring the taste. A few more slow thrusts, and I slip my finger from you, which earns me a whimper, but you do not have long to wait. Slicking my fingers with the tube left tangled in the quilt earlier, I push two into your eager body, still moving them slowly.

I can feel the throb of your heartbeat, strong and still steady around me as I twist and circle my fingers, only occasionally slipping across the place you want them to be. My own cock is already hard at the feel of you, and the sounds I am beginning to draw from you. More kisses are scattered over your shoulder as I pull right out, running fingertips round the rim before plunging back in to the hilt. “So hot … so tight …”

Éomer: I move with the strokes of your hands as you work me. "Hot for you, Théo, only you." My voice is a low gasp as I ride the waves of pleasure your fingers are creating in me. I would tell you more, but my concentration fragments as you touch deep inside. I could come from this if you would strike the spot within me with more
regularity. I am open for you, muscles relaxed, letting you in, waiting for your cock to stretch me and fill me.

I turn my head to catch your mouth as it drifts over my shoulder. I moan into the kiss, tongue scraping needily against yours, whimpering when you pull away again. I flex my thighs, lifting my ass to you as I teeter on the edge and your fingers wring another cry from me. "Please . . . "

Théo: ”… only you …” My heart swells and you are so ready for me I know if I got on my knees behind you, I could slip straight in, bury myself in you, revel in that first smooth glide into hot silk, watch my cock slide into your body …

But you whimper again, a sound that has chills running down my spine and I want … I need to see you to unravel before I give you what you want. I slip a third finger in, stretching you a little more, still moving slowly, although that is taking so much control now. Leaning down my lips graze the swell of your buttock, my other hand tangling lightly in you hair and I kiss my way up your back as my fingers continue to torment you.

A fourth. My breath now ragged as I push in a little at a time, deeper than my hand has ever been inside you, fingers gently probing, feeling as if they will ignite with the heat at any second. “Mer …” My breath catches as you arch your back, turning your head to look at me, so beautiful as you come apart, and my mouth catches yours in a searing kiss.

Éomer: Your kiss has me light-headed and my entire body is vibrating softly with excitement and pleasure, your fingers and tongue breaching me, pulling me someplace full of erotic sensations and I am following you willingly.

The stretching feeling at my entrance becomes more intense, but I am so close now that my muscles open for you readily, as I realize that you have added yet another finger. I am so wildly aroused by what you are doing that the sheets beneath me are becoming soaked from the liquid steadily leaking from me. My cock pulses and I pant through
another wave overtaking me. I still my hips, not fighting you, knowing that if I move any further the bedding on my cock will pull me over and I am enjoying what you are doing too much to let it end so soon.

Théo: I let out a long breath as you breath through it, nuzzling your neck through your hair, almost stilling the movement inside you for a moment. I kiss my way down your back, a last one right at the base of your spine. “Lay still, my love.” Reaching for the tube again I pull slowly out of you, the needy sound you make hastening the slicking of my whole hand. Easing three fingers back inside you, then four, pressing in deep, I let out a long breath and close my eyes for a second before pulling out and curling my thumb against my palm. My other hand on your back, not to hold you down, but simply to steady you, and perhaps ground myself, I begin to push slowly into you.

My cock throbs in time with your heartbeat, now faster than before. I keep easing my hand further in, stretching you just a little more, watching for any signs that this will be too much. And with one final, gentle push, the widest part of my hand breaches your opening, and I groan as it slides inside you, almost coming without the need of a single touch.

Éomer: Your movements are so gentle, so slow and careful, and you have spent so much time opening me, stretching me, that I feel no pain as your hand slides into me and my body welcomes the invasion. I am surprised at your actions and that my body allowed it, and when I understand what you have done, I freeze for a moment in fear, knowing
you would never hurt me but afraid that any movement by me could cause inadvertent damage.

But your hand on my back moves over me soothingly, calming me, and I let out a slow breath as my fear eases away, and the warm feeling of the trust I have in you floods me. I am in your power as never before, and as my body relaxes around you I can feel every sensation of you inside me. I am full . . . expanded . . . every nerve ending aware and transmitting pleasure signals. My nerves are so sensitive that the feeling of my hair resting on my back is almost too much, that I feel I would come if I were to shift my head and move the strands.

And I give it all to you, a surrender so complete and total as I never thought I was capable. My body is yours, my pleasure is yours, my heart and soul and brain are yours. I am no longer anything but the body that you control for your desires. The pleasure is so overwhelming that I feel dizzy, out of control, and I no longer care, content to be in your hands.

My voice is barely functioning, as thread of a whisper slips from my lips, the only word that I have, the word that is my whole world in this moment. "Yours . . . "

Théo: When your body tenses momentarily, I wonder if I have gone too far. This was not my intention when I began to tease you, rather the further I took it, the further I wanted to go until …

I feel it, that moment when the trust you have in me dissolves the spark of concern, and with a long breath you give yourself into my hands, totally and utterly, and nothing that has gone before has prepared me for how overwhelming that is. My voice is shaky, replying to one word which says more than countless volumes ever could. “Mine … always, my love, always …”

I move my fingers inside you, forming a fist, watching … feeling the fine tremors running through your flesh as I carefully push deeper, slowly twisting and turning my hand again and again, feeling every reaction to my touch as never before. My heart is racing as I gently thrust my hand into your secret depths, watching my wrist disappear inside your body.

Your face is still half buried in the pillow, and there is a look of rapture on it that takes my breath away. Keeping the movement inside you steady, I lean down, kissing your shoulder, your neck, the head of my throbbing erection nudging your hip, and I wonder if you will hear my words. “Come for me, Mer …”

The tremors coursing through you increase, and your glazed eyes close as with a sigh your body clenches so hard around my hand as you come with a soul deep shiver, pulsing around my fist. Your whole body shimmers with the muted force of it, transfixing me as my own orgasm takes me by surprise, and a groan tears from me as it pumps out over your skin.

With a shaking hand, I stroke your back, letting the trembling run its course until finally you lie still, your ragged breathing the only outward sign of what passed within you. I ease my hand out, knowing it will be better to do so while pleasure haze still holds you. There is a whimper as you are left empty, and I smile and touch your cheek before heading to the bathroom to clean up. I grab a damp cloth and a towel, and I am straight back at your side.

Éomer: I feel a soft warm cloth gently drifting over me, and I lay still, knowing that I am still in your care, my skin still amazingly sensitive in the aftermath of my orgasm, which had been like none I had ever felt before. My mind had been somewhere out of my body, awake and aware, but not in control. All power over every thing that happened to me had been given over to you and my body had followed your commands with no will but yours. The pleasure that swamped me at that point had flooded my entire being and everything in me came, not just my cock. And it had seemed all the more intense for its very diffuseness.

Your touches on me, small points of contact, are small threads softly binding me back into my own body. I am still boneless, unable to move, but my eyes focus on you, following your movements until you meet my gaze and I try to tell you how I feel, without the words that will not come from my still lethargic brain. Your lips cover mine,
moving warmly, caressing me until mine are able to move in response.

Théo: You come back to me, but slowly, the look in your eyes telling me all I need to know. It takes a while for you to kiss me back, and I smile against your mouth when you do, tongue flicking out to taste you. There is no need for you to try and move, to do or say anything, I will do what needs to be done and I stroke your skin as I ease you onto your side and down onto your back to finish my task. Once done, I still cannot stop watching you, touching you, pulling the quilt around us when I feel you shiver a little. I wrap my leg around yours, needing you skin to skin, needing to hold you.

I know it will take a while for the euphoria that you feel to wear off. You are still watching me, and my eyes are full of love as I smile softly at you, kissing your mouth, hardly able to express how I feel at how you put your trust in me so completely, my voice rough. “Love you, Mer …”

Éomer: Your words fill me with tenderness and I smile at you. Relaxed and warm, I curl against you, gradually regaining the use of my muscles, my senses starting to work again as I put my nose into your neck, breathing you in. I take stock of my body, realizing for the first time how thirsty I am.

I try to speak and clear my throat. "Thirsty." Your glance is amused and teasing as you hand me the glass of water and help me prop myself up to drink it. My strength is coming back and along with it a soreness from overtaxed and overstretched muscles that I did not feel at the time you were doing it because I was too aroused to feel
anything but pleasure.

As I lay back down another sensation abruptly makes itself known to me and I look at you hopefully. "Hungry . . . "

Théo: I am glad to see it does not take long before you are obviously feeling yourself again and I roll my eyes and grin at you. “Hungry? Again?” You look at me, eyes wide, and I let out a mock sigh before kissing you on the forehead and heading off to the kitchen. I grab a jumper on the way downstairs, pulling it over my head as I walk. The bedroom is warm, but the stove has gone out downstairs, and it is cold enough to warrant at least some clothing at this time of night.

A rummage through the fridge yields the last of the pizza from earlier this evening, which I think we can have cold and a carton of pineapple juice which I have not tried before. On tasting it proves to be good and sweet, and I also find and a slab of chocolate cake hidden behind a couple of cans of ale which is more than enough for two. Gizmo slinks round my ankles as I look for a tray to put it on, so I fill his milk bowl and then pile the food onto the tray and head back upstairs, hoping you will still be awake when I get there.

Éomer: My body is weary and my eyes are heavy, but the hunger clawing through me makes sleep impossible. I will myself to be patient, knowing you will provide for me.

The sight of the tray in your hands brings an approving smile to my face but I remember to sit up carefully. I gulp down the juice, still feeling the raging thirst of earlier and my stomach approves of the sweetness of it. I take a slice of the pizza, possibly the most
delicious invention of this world, and ignoring that it is cold, take a large bite. Hmm, it is almost as good when it is cold. I finish the slice quickly and grab a piece of cake, devouring that and then reaching for another piece of pizza, finishing it quickly.

The edge finally taken off, I lean back again to see you staring at me. I wiggle further down into the nest of pillows and reach for you, wanting to hold you again.

Théo: I have hardly laid the tray on the bed before you begin to devour … everything. I grab a piece of pizza and cake and eat them as I watch you. Even on a feast night in the Golden Hall, I have never seen you eat like this. I wash my cake down with the last dribble of juice from the carton, and move the tray, pulling off the jumper before joining you again. I brush the hair back from your face grinning at you as you wrap your arms around me. “Are you sure you have had enough to eat? Perhaps I could find you a suckling pig to really sate your hunger.“ I tease, licking a smear of pizza sauce from the corner of your mouth.

Éomer: I send my tongue out to meet yours as we settle together. "Perhaps you should. After all, it is you who wakens these hungers in me," I growl at you, letting you know that I refer to more than one type of hunger.

"But now . . . " I stop to yawn. "You have exhausted your stallion and your poor beast needs rest." My mouth settles on your warm shoulder and my limbs are already heavy again as we twine against each other.

Théo: I stroke your hair as we melt against each other. “Maybe it is time my stallion learned how to cook.” I murmur in jest, but I doubt you hear me as your breathing tells me you are already asleep, and I do not think it will be long until I follow you.

NC-17

December 2007

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