Drabble: Down on Luck drabble

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Strider leaned in, nipping Frodo’s pointy ear gently. “There are ways to pleasure a hobbit in your condition.”

Frodo looked alarmed, but his cheeks revealed his thrill. “Strider…Tommy and Bart shall be here soon. What do you…what will you—“

Frodo was interrupted by a hand in his breeches that knew exactly where to rub. Frodo leaned into the hand with a gasp low with craving. His hand was everywhere at once, into his buttocks, over delicate sacs, under the fine delicate skin of that which was now full and ready.

“Kiss me,” Frodo gasped.

Strider’s lips were molten hot.