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claudia603I gave porn and chocolate as pressies to my interspecies friends that I met in L.A. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilybaggins, don't think that because you weren't there that you're off the hook, by the way. Nope.
Frodo ached to be taken hard and rough, as sometimes it was the only way he came with such startling impact that his cheeks flushed rosy red. He would pant in hoarse pleasure, head thrust back deep into his pillow while Faramir sucked on his neck with trembling lips.
Yes, Frodo longed to be taken with such savagery each time, but only anger could spark Faramir into it. Frodo now picked quarrels with him just before bed. He knew his lover well, and it was not difficult to ignite a temper that had lain dormant in Faramir before meeting Frodo.
Aragorn ripped at the buttons of Frodo’s vest. Frodo had never seen him lose control. His large fingers trembled, and he seemed not to be able to take in enough breath.
“You are mine,” he whispered. “Only mine.” He planted a rough kiss on Frodo’s lips. “Not his.” He glanced at Boromir’s sleeping form. “Dear Frodo.”
“I am yours,” Frodo said, nuzzling his cheek against the Man’s rough face. He submitted to Aragorn’s groping, and relaxed as Aragorn lowered him to the ground and took him.
“Tonight at least,” he finished with a smile, glancing at Boromir.
Frodo panted as he thrust against Gandalf, clutching at the thick gray clumps of fabric that threatened to smother him at times.
Gandalf did not make any noise at all, but his face showed a myriad of emotion.
“Do not fear for me,” Frodo said afterwards, as they cuddled together on the floor of Bag End. “I will keep it safe.”
“I cannot help but fear for you.” Gandalf caressed a soft cheek. “You are the light that glows through bitter darkness. If I lose you…if Middle earth loses you…I am lost.”
Frodo answered with a kiss.
“No.” Eomer’s voice came out in a rough bark. “No, it is hardly the time.”
“Come now,” Frodo said, unbuttoning his shirt. “You did promise.”
“Nay, you chose to hear what you wanted to hear,” Eomer said, and his voice dropped. “I said I would have you this evening.”
“Is it not evening?” Frodo asked, tugging at Eomer’s hand. “See? The sun sets swiftly.”
“I have worked hard all day and wish nothing more than for a hot meal right now.”
Frodo let out a frustrated sigh. “We have not since this morning.”
“You are insatiable, Hobbit.”
Frodo laughed quietly to himself. The poor Man had indeed fallen asleep on watch. He was leaned against the tree, his legs spread, with the most enormous arousal Frodo had ever seen. His shield lay tilted against a dried log, and his sword had been set aside, though as always, within reach.
Frodo crept closer. Though the night was chilly, he felt warm all over as he pulled down his breeches and contemplated how best to wriggle his bottom over the Gondorian’s hardness.
Boromir let out a contented sigh and whispered, “Frodo,” as the hobbit made himself comfortable.
Last one I don't have right on hand since I wrote it in my notebook on the plane, sojuweldom, yours isn't here ... yet.
There ya have it...,
lilybaggins, don't think that because you weren't there that you're off the hook, by the way. Nope.Frodo ached to be taken hard and rough, as sometimes it was the only way he came with such startling impact that his cheeks flushed rosy red. He would pant in hoarse pleasure, head thrust back deep into his pillow while Faramir sucked on his neck with trembling lips.
Yes, Frodo longed to be taken with such savagery each time, but only anger could spark Faramir into it. Frodo now picked quarrels with him just before bed. He knew his lover well, and it was not difficult to ignite a temper that had lain dormant in Faramir before meeting Frodo.
Aragorn ripped at the buttons of Frodo’s vest. Frodo had never seen him lose control. His large fingers trembled, and he seemed not to be able to take in enough breath.
“You are mine,” he whispered. “Only mine.” He planted a rough kiss on Frodo’s lips. “Not his.” He glanced at Boromir’s sleeping form. “Dear Frodo.”
“I am yours,” Frodo said, nuzzling his cheek against the Man’s rough face. He submitted to Aragorn’s groping, and relaxed as Aragorn lowered him to the ground and took him.
“Tonight at least,” he finished with a smile, glancing at Boromir.
Frodo panted as he thrust against Gandalf, clutching at the thick gray clumps of fabric that threatened to smother him at times.
Gandalf did not make any noise at all, but his face showed a myriad of emotion.
“Do not fear for me,” Frodo said afterwards, as they cuddled together on the floor of Bag End. “I will keep it safe.”
“I cannot help but fear for you.” Gandalf caressed a soft cheek. “You are the light that glows through bitter darkness. If I lose you…if Middle earth loses you…I am lost.”
Frodo answered with a kiss.
“No.” Eomer’s voice came out in a rough bark. “No, it is hardly the time.”
“Come now,” Frodo said, unbuttoning his shirt. “You did promise.”
“Nay, you chose to hear what you wanted to hear,” Eomer said, and his voice dropped. “I said I would have you this evening.”
“Is it not evening?” Frodo asked, tugging at Eomer’s hand. “See? The sun sets swiftly.”
“I have worked hard all day and wish nothing more than for a hot meal right now.”
Frodo let out a frustrated sigh. “We have not since this morning.”
“You are insatiable, Hobbit.”
Frodo laughed quietly to himself. The poor Man had indeed fallen asleep on watch. He was leaned against the tree, his legs spread, with the most enormous arousal Frodo had ever seen. His shield lay tilted against a dried log, and his sword had been set aside, though as always, within reach.
Frodo crept closer. Though the night was chilly, he felt warm all over as he pulled down his breeches and contemplated how best to wriggle his bottom over the Gondorian’s hardness.
Boromir let out a contented sigh and whispered, “Frodo,” as the hobbit made himself comfortable.
Last one I don't have right on hand since I wrote it in my notebook on the plane, so
juweldom, yours isn't here ... yet.There ya have it...,
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Date: 2004-03-03 04:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-03 04:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-03 05:00 pm (UTC)Marge, after reading and picking up her jaw from the floor: These fell out of her purse? That innocent, sweet-looking girl across the aisle?
Passenger #1: Yup. Can you believe it?
Marge: Wow, no wonder those films got 11 Oscars. Who knew?
Passenger #1: Think it's still playing anywhere?
Marge: I hope so. Oh look, her purse is still open. Think she's got any more?
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Date: 2004-03-03 07:18 pm (UTC)Peter Jackson: What, you say? This was the original script? *hits forehead* Wow, what with that tension between Frodo and Boromir, we could have made that scene at the breaking of the fellowship so much...more interesting. Not to mention that scene at Bree.
Barrie Osbourne: Not to mention all those Bree ruffians. Why didn't we do more with them? Oh...and who's this Shirebound and why do I have a sudden urge to cover Frodo ... er... Elijah with a big blanket?
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Date: 2004-03-03 05:53 pm (UTC)Thanks again, evalinterspecies girl.
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Date: 2004-03-03 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-04 01:31 pm (UTC)pornromance.no subject
Date: 2004-03-03 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-03 10:36 pm (UTC)I miss you all already! And I barely got to see you, dear!
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Date: 2004-03-04 01:26 pm (UTC)Yes. <3 Frodo folk!
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Date: 2004-03-04 07:13 pm (UTC)Oh, good... I don't want to be let off the hook. Hit me.
So many drabbles so little time!!
Date: 2004-03-05 04:44 pm (UTC)~Ellie~