Title: I Belong to Another
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Summary: Can pleasure be found when you belong to someone else?
Beta: By my sister Anna. All remaining errors are mine own. With apologies.
I Belong to Another
He watched from the shadows of the trees.
He watched as the tall, handsome man went into the lake.
He watched. Waited. Wanted. The ache of his want a throbbing need in his groin. He could not, would not.
Yes, he could, he would. He must.
“Boromir?” The Rider exclaimed startled.
Boromir gave him a tiny smile. “Do you fear,
“N…no. Why should I fear?”
The other advanced a little more. “Oh, I think you know why.”
“B…Boromir, I love another.”
“I care not.”
Boromir’s green eyes started at
“I care not for right or wrong. I must.” Boromir’s own hands came up cup the Rider’s naked hips. Pulling their bodies together for the first time. “You body is such sweetness. Such temptation.”
“Please what? Give you what we both need? Or do you seek to deny yourself of your own want.”
“Aye, tis truth you speak,” Boromir replied softly. “Of this I know.”
“What do you seek of me then?”
Those lips came infinity closer. Causing
“I seek only to couple with you. Nothing more.”
“My body, not my heart?”
“Your heart belongs to another. Tis not for my seeking.”
“Tis not a prize in the game.”
“Nay. No game. I wish only to mate. I make no other claim. I cannot, even if I wished it differently.”
Hands moved over
A nose nuzzled gently against his ear. “Aye. Tis my god given name.”
“Tis kisses you want?” Boromir asked against the ear that had been gently nuzzled.
“Then come, claim them. Tis yours for the taking.”
“Nay.” His hand came up to cover Boromir’s mouth when it would have followed. “Nay.”
“Would you deny the need of us both?” Boromir whispered
against the hand.
“I cannot, Boromir. I cannot,” He whispered back, frantically. “tis not right.”
“Do you desire me, Aragon?”
The Rider looked away as if shamed. “Aye. Of this you know.”
“Then do not look so. There is no shame sought or found here.”
“Tis if your heart belongs to another.”
“Tis enough. Tis all there is. No more will be asked for.”
“And if my body is not mine own to give. Tis as my heart. Belonging to another?”
“Tis a long time hence till you see your love. Would you deny the cravings of your body till you go mad with need?”
“The argument given is true. I have the urges of a healthy male. With no relief in sight.”
“Aye. But relief is yours for the taking. Share the delights of my body and allow me the same?”
“The callings of my body’s need scream loudly.”
Boromir moved closer.
“Aye, Boromir. You look nothing like her. Hard planes and angles. No softness could lay claim to you.”
“I have softness.”
“Aye, tis not show now, but later
perhaps.” Boromir replied as he tried to
regain the closeness lost. Laying gentle, nibbling, kisses all over
“Nay. Hardness will do more than well enough.”