Editing Faramir returns to Legolas's room

- [[User:88.110.48.231|88.110.48.231]] 8 December 2006 21:19 (GMT)Little_galdriel    

Faramir glance upwards along the corridor. It was dimly lit with candles and uncomfortably warm now. Faramir’s silhouette was cast flickering along the wall, the bulge just below the waist line of the flickering form making him feel uncomfortable, almost dirty, at the thoughts of what he had just done. He closed his eyes and remembered the pleasure from such pain- he had never thought it possible… 

Faramir opened his eyes and studied the corridor once more. He could make it back to Legolas’s room… And then what? Explain what Thranduil had done…  And then try to explain why he was hard? It was not going to work, but he had to go somewhere.

Faramir began to make his way slowly along to the room, his trousers feeling two sizes too small. Legolas was still young. Well, younger than Thranduil who would most certainly not understand- although, he could swear he felt…Nothing. An Elf would never…

 He glanced down again- still hard. He had to do something about his cock trying to burst from his trousers, or maybe it would subside. Faramir took the chance that he could keep his mind off Thranduil… And his strength… The crack as he hit him… The sensations…

Faramir clenched his jaw. He simply felt as though he was going to explode. He could not tear his mind from what had just happened. I still have time to forget. Make it go away… Think of what Legolas would say… The look on his face… Faramir saw the Elfling sitting on the bed, his shock at what was trying to escape Faramir’s trousers, and then a smile…

Faramir stopped and stared hard at the grey floor. He was at the door already, and if anything he was even more turned on and harder than when he had left Thranduil. Faramir sighed. What was the use? He would just try and hide it from Legolas, climb into bed and try to sleep, despite the feeling that he would at some point just want to turn over and run his hands over Legolas’s smooth, pale body.

Faramir placed his hand on the door and pushed it open. The room was lit by only two candles, one on either side of the bed, an almost romantic atmostphere. Or it would be except for the fact that Legolas most certainly did not want to fuck him…

He pushed the door closed and made his way over to the bed, images of Legolas willing to fuck him burning in his mind. The picture of that pale naked body surrendering to his will… And even of his own body surrendering to Legolas… 

Almost absent mindedly Faramir let his hand wander to the taut material and stroke the hardness beneath. He gasped. He never reacted like this when he was touching himself, but then again he had never been this turned on before… He let his mind wander from Thranduil to Legolas and back again not knowing which to think of in his lust.

He released himself from his trousers and ran his hand along his hardened shaft. It felt so good. Faramir gripped in and moved his hand up and down increasing his rhythm with each stoke. He though of his stinging backside, of Legolas writhing beneath him, of Thranduil finishing him off…

 Faramir moaned as he felt himself nearing the edge already, so quickly. His breathing became harder and he moaned louder, losing sense of where he was. 

Unknown to Faramir a figure stood at the door. Watching him in his ecstasy. Eyes closed and moaning softly. “He looks so beautiful…” Thought the figure. And continued to stare at him as he saw that he was close to the edge.

Faramir’s moaning was getting louder and he felt like a boy again, imaging what he would like to do to some attractive young woman, or man, that he had seen or met. Just as he had the first time he had met the new serving girl when he was fourteen. The same unidentifiable lust and desire…

Faramir cried out as he came long and hard into his hand. He sat breathing raggedly hardly believing he could come so deeply from simply touching himself. How it could make him feel so unsatisfied despite the intensity… He moved his hand away from his deflating cock. Faramir wriggled his fingers and looked down at the creamy liquid working its way between them. Wishing it was inside one of the Elves who tormented him, simply by being their elegant selves…

Faramir sighed heavily and turned towards the bottom of the bed to see if there was any cloth. He stopped and stared. The door was open…

He could swear he closed it! Faramir felt rising panic and embarrassment at the though of being caught. Like some naughty child… He then heard someone softly clear their throat from the other side of the bed.

“Well, Faramir. Do not let my presence interrupt you…”


{{options|It's Legolas!|It's Thranduil!}}