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Nov. 21st, 2002 07:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
claudia603Oh, here's a
“Frodo.” The blackness of Moria cannot disguise his voice.
“Yes?”
“You are cold.” He scoots his bedroll until he is spooned against me. I lean into him, grateful for his warmth, though I know it will not last. Something unyielding presses into me, and I wriggle my small bottom into it. He gasps, and his callused hand slips inside the front of my breeches and slides down my hardening member. He puts his hand over my mouth to still my pleasured groan.
“Boromir, I will not lend you the Ring.”
The hand disappears with a grunt.
I am cold again.
“Frodo.” The blackness of Moria cannot disguise his voice.
“Yes?”
“You are cold.” He scoots his bedroll until he is spooned against me. I lean into him, grateful for his warmth, though I know it will not last. Something unyielding presses into me, and I wriggle my small bottom into it. He gasps, and his callused hand slips inside the front of my breeches and slides down my hardening member. He puts his hand over my mouth to still my pleasured groan.
“Boromir, I will not lend you the Ring.”
The hand disappears with a grunt.
I am cold again.