Drabble: Quarrel

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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.