claudia603 | Drabble: King's Halfling drabble

Holis was no longer in so much pain that Frodo did not haunt him nearly constantly. The idea that Aragorn had thrust the halfling into prison like a common criminal caused bile to rise up his throat. If Frodo were only his…

Holis rubbed, closing his eyes.

Hairy feet rubbing his battle-scarred legs, tickling and abrading…the silky skin of his pale chest heaving with pleasure…soft curls scented sweetly, like wild flowers and herbs…whip scars on his back – brave…beautiful…mine!

Holis panted, but it wasn’t until he pictured full lips closing over his hardness, licking and sucking, that he found blessed relief.