Title: Ecstasy
Rating: PG13
Pairing: F/S
Archiving: Please email me - I'd like to know where my stuff's going. :)
Disclaimer: All credit for Middle-Earth and its extraordinary characters, places and stories go to the blessed Professor Tolkien. I don't make a dime off this, nor would I wish to.
Summary: Some urges just have to be satisfied.
Ecstasy
"Mmm...yes."
"Like that?"
"Ssss, ahh!" A soft hiss of pleasure. "yes..."
"Shall I...?"
"Oh no, wait...ah, yes...more."
"Yes, master..."
A gasp, his back arches. "Oh! Yes. Oh, harder!"
"Harder? Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes! Harder, please!" His voice is ragged, insisting.
Sam complies, "Whatever you say..."
Frodo tenses, eyes closed. "Oh, oh, Sam," he cries.
"Ah, that's it, isn't it? That's what you want?"
"Yes, yes. Oh, Sam! So good, oh! Oh!" His whole body tightens like a bowstring, suspended, then with a loud explosion of breath, releases. The pleasure tingles through him as he relaxes into warm, loving arms.
Sam laughs. "Liked that, did you?" He strokes Frodo's hair tenderly.
"Mmm, yes," he sighs. "Thank you, Sam."
"Don't mention it, Mr. Frodo," Sam answers. "I'm happy to scratch your back anytime."
(Edited after advice below.) :)
Cross-posted to
sean_astin_fans.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: F/S
Archiving: Please email me - I'd like to know where my stuff's going. :)
Disclaimer: All credit for Middle-Earth and its extraordinary characters, places and stories go to the blessed Professor Tolkien. I don't make a dime off this, nor would I wish to.
Summary: Some urges just have to be satisfied.
Ecstasy
"Mmm...yes."
"Like that?"
"Ssss, ahh!" A soft hiss of pleasure. "yes..."
"Shall I...?"
"Oh no, wait...ah, yes...more."
"Yes, master..."
A gasp, his back arches. "Oh! Yes. Oh, harder!"
"Harder? Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes! Harder, please!" His voice is ragged, insisting.
Sam complies, "Whatever you say..."
Frodo tenses, eyes closed. "Oh, oh, Sam," he cries.
"Ah, that's it, isn't it? That's what you want?"
"Yes, yes. Oh, Sam! So good, oh! Oh!" His whole body tightens like a bowstring, suspended, then with a loud explosion of breath, releases. The pleasure tingles through him as he relaxes into warm, loving arms.
Sam laughs. "Liked that, did you?" He strokes Frodo's hair tenderly.
"Mmm, yes," he sighs. "Thank you, Sam."
"Don't mention it, Mr. Frodo," Sam answers. "I'm happy to scratch your back anytime."
(Edited after advice below.) :)
Cross-posted to
Re: I guess it's my background
Date: Saturday, August 2nd, 2003 03:53 am (UTC)