After a bite to his nipple to get his attention , Faramir is able to focus on Théodred seductions.
Chapter 8: Welcome Distractions
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He found his mind focussing only on what Theodred had said earlier, that Elron’d twin sons would have their turn the next day. Elves! Twin elves… and he! Sharing the pleasures of the night. Theodred’s hands were running over his stomach now, and his thighs, slipping between his legs, touching him.
He wondered what the twins would look like unclothed and moaned softly at the thought of the tantalising glimpses of pale, smooth skin he had received as he had watched them earlier. Though he did wish Theodred had not made him sound so degraded – as if he would go throwing himself on them like that. And on his hands and knees, he felt himself flush as he realised what exactly Theodred meant now. He had heard of course of how men took each other but had never thought to – and surely he could not be – like an animal -
“Ah!” He screamed as a sharp pain shot through the sensitive skin of his nipple.
“I thought that would bring you back,” Theodred said sharply as Faramir glared at him through bright tears. The Rohirrim prince was straddling him, his hands holding Faramir’s wrists pinned down on the ground on either side of him, while his thighs held Faramir’s legs securely down.
“You bit me1” Faramir said accusingly.
“You looked – distracted,” Theodred retorted, “Your ind was elsewhere. I will not have that in a bedmate. You think of me, you hear, and of all I’ll do to you.”
Faramir snorted in response, but at the same time a shiver of excitement coursed up his spine, as he looked at that beautifully muscled body hovering over his – strong arms, broad shoulders, a well-proportioned chest, and thighs that rippled with muscle from years of riding.
He screamed again as Theodred bit into his other nipple.
“I warned you…”
“Are you just going to keep biting me like a puppy or are you actually going to do something?” Faramir ground out beginning to feel constricted. He tried bucking up a little but Theodred was too strong, and all he managed to do was get his hardening arousal to brush against Theodred’s thigh. He groaned at the sensation causing Theodred to laugh slightly.
“Well, you have teeth too, don’ you, little one?” Theodred said pleasantly, “Do? Of course, I’ll do you. I just wonder how I should? Should I take you on your hands and knees? Or should I –“
“Or should you share him with us this night,” came a silky voice from the entrance and a lithe figure squeezed in followed by another.
Faramir gasped aloud and Theodred started in surprise as Elrond’s sons made themselves as comfortable as they could in the small tent.
“Share him?” the Rohirrim prince was clearly displeased.
“We heard him scream and it occurred to Elrohir and I that we wouldn’t wish to wait so long to enjoy this little tease here,” Elladan said calmly.
Theodred frowned and loosening his hold on Faramir sat back on his heels leaving the Steward’s son lying on the ground naked but for the trousers lying bunched at his knee, his arousal still very evident.
Elrohir gave him an appreciative glance before speaking, “I am glad we decided not to wait, brother,” he said.
Faramir flushed, and pulled himself up.
“I –“ he started feeling he had every right to speak, but was promptly silenced by the other three.
“Quiet,” they said in a chorus of commanding voices, causing Faramir to glare.
Before he could retort though, they were already speaking.
“I’m not sharing him tonight!” that was Theodred, “We decidde he’d be mine and he’s been lusting after me for a year I tell you! Boromir said he hoped I’d hurry up and give him a taste one day…!”
Faramir gasped and flushed again at that. Boromir was a dear brother but really, he spoke as one with a loose tongue!
“Oh com theodred! You can staill enjoy him. We will just ease the way for you. Leave it us. We have our ways. Surely you enjoyed the little excursion the three of us had yesterday?”
Faramir watched the way Theodred’s eyes clouded dreamily at those words. Elladan rose and laid a hand on the Prince’s shoulder and began massaging it gently, “You remember?” he whispered softly into his ear, “You remember how the grass felt under your back as Elrohir took you in his mouth and –“
Theodred groaned at that, “Oh all right!” he said.
The twins cheered softly and grinned.
“Don’t I get a say?” Faramir asked finally when there was a sudden silence.
“No,” came the curt chorus.
“I may not want three bed partners, you know?” Faramir said a little shakily and truth be told he didn’t really. He and Mablung had he knew only begun to explore each other, and he was yet to take another man or give himself to one entirely and here he was with three partners for the night, and however would they even…
“You know you want it, little one,” Elrohir had slid next to him, and pulling him close began to fondle his erection with one hand and slipped the fingers of another hand into Faramir’s mouth.
Faramir let out a ragged breath as the long fingers grasped his cock.
“Don’t you?”
The fingers felt so beautiful almost enchanting in their touch. He sucked eagerly at the digits exploring his mouth, ignoring the strange bitter taste in them, though he did think it strange … and then his cock was squeezed lightly, making him gasp aloud.
“Y-yes,” he breathed out.
“We must get out of this tent though,” Elladan said practically, his hand still wrapped around Theodred’s shoulder.
“Suddenly quite eager, isn’t he?” Theodred said sourly as he watched Elrohir’s hands run over the slim body. Faramir had changed in the last year, from the gangly, awkward bony thing to a handsome young man filling up in just the right places.
“Of course, he’s eager,” Elrhoir said calmly, as he stopped stroking Faramir but continued to work his fingers inside the inviting mouth, “They all are eager after a few drops of the right brew.”
“You-you’ve given him something?” Theodred gasped.
“Just a little to ease his nervousness,” Elladan said smiling, “And Faramir doesn’t object doeshe?”
“No,” Faramir agreed through the fingers playing in his mouth.
Whyever should he object to spending the night with the twins and Theodred… all the people he truly coveted. Pity Glorfindel couldn’t join them.
The night air was cool on Faramir’s bare body as he stumbled giddily out of his tent with Elrohir behind him. His trousers had been discarded he realised, as he was led through a cluster of trees into a small clearing. The moon shone in the dark sky above and there was just about enough light to make out the shapes of the other three, still clothed. His own body he realised was clearly visible in the pale light. There was something so ethereal and magical about it, he thought dreamily… it was so fitting for the first time he was to be made love to.
“Get onto your hands and knees,” Elrohir whispered, and he obeyed instantly, getting down on all fours.
“Well, and who shall start?” Elrohir said smiling. They’d given the extract form those herbs to many people, ever since they had discovered their property of relieving nervousness had interesting and rapidly acting side-effects when taken before sexual activity. He could still remember the time Aragorn had convinced dour Halbarad to have them and then there was that time when Erestor had reluctantly borrowed some and then thanked them for it. Faramir had been the easiest so far and he hadn’t even known he was taking them. They had earlier meant to tell him but Elrohir had slipped his coated fingers in and then really, Faramir had reacted so quickly.
Faramir whimpered needily.
What happens next?