Scream If You Wanna Go Faster

Legolas sighed softly when he felt the slick, warm tip of Boromir's arousal touching his opening, but he didn't let his lids fall. He looked Boromir directly in the face, his big eyes mesmerising, deep oceans of pleasure and craving. The human watched eagerly, observed the effects his every action and movement had on the elf, drank in each little detail that showed on that beautiful face. Slowly, he pushed in only the head of his erection and saw Legolas' moist lips part in a very tiny gasp. Boromir, however, remained totally silent. The overwhelming heat and tightness he had just discovered beyond the firm barrier to the elven body left him speechless and also breathless for a moment. Legolas lay still, quietly waiting for Boromir to proceed.

After regaining his composure, the human pressed on, slowly sliding his solid shaft into the glowing, clamping velvet that was Legolas' inside. He had to bite down on his lower lip to suppress a sharp hiss that threatened in the back of his throat. He hadn't expected it to be that tight and hot in there. It took a great deal of self-control to not just slam his entire length into Legolas' waiting body, but he wanted this to last as long as possible. And he wanted to watch while he entered inch by inch, gradually filling this elf with his flesh.

With the next small shove, Legolas' eyes went a little wider, and with the next, they sparkled with an expression that Boromir could not interpret precisely. When the human pushed further, almost slipping in completely, the elf's brows knitted slightly and a restrained gasp of unease broke free.

"You have done this before, haven't you?" Boromir asked breathlessly, suddenly wondering whether Legolas' bottom had been virginal before he had invaded it. Boromir knew first hand that the archer was very good at taking someone, but that didn't automatically mean he was equally experienced in *being* taken.

"Yes, a lot of times, but only with males of my people. I never granted a mortal entrance," Legolas answered truthfully, his features slowly relaxing again. "It's only... You are big."

"I see," Boromir replied because he couldn't think of anything better to respond to this statement. At first he had wanted to ask Legolas whether it was alright if he proceeded, but then it struck him that the elf hadn't asked him for permission either when he had taken Boromir the other day in the woods. And *his* butt *had* been virginal, after all. With this thought in mind, the human went on with penetrating his comrade, but not without paying close attention to his facial expression. If he saw that he caused the elf massive pain, he would stop immediately, but there was no need to inform Legolas about this...

Some seconds later, Boromir was fully embedded in Legolas' heated body, and the archer did not complain. The human warrior paused when he felt the elf's velvety inner walls contract around and clamp down on his solid erection as they slowly adjusted in order to accommodate the unexpectedly big intruder. When Legolas' body calmed down again, the firm and stimulating grip of the soft tissue easing off noticeably, Boromir slowly moved his hips to pull back. The placid friction caused a small groan to slip from the human's mouth and he couldn't help grasp Legolas' slim hip with one large hand to steady the elf when he slid back in again, gently intensifying the intoxicating sensation and making the archer's inner contractions start anew. Finally, Legolas' eyes closed as he hunched against his human lover again, his whole body vibrating against Boromir's glowing skin.

Boromir forced himself to take it slow. There was no other way, he just knew that if he sped up his thrusts it would be a matter of only seconds until he would burst, and that was the last thing he wanted right now. Hoping that he would last a lot longer like this, Boromir moved with moderate pace, his pushes slow but deep. He was thrilled to see that for Legolas, the calm slowness obviously only intensified the experience. Little wrinkles showed on his usually smooth forehead as he tried to cope with the extreme feelings Boromir caused him by diving into his most sensitive parts, so very slowly yet with burning fervour, right into the core of his pleasure. Due to the human's imposing build, that the archer found most appealing by the way, the greatly swollen erection stretched him wider and penetrated deeper than any of Legolas' elven lovers who all had been of more slender and delicate stature.

It didn't hurt though. It wasn't even uncomfortable. It felt just hot, hard, exceedingly full... *He* felt exceedingly full. In a good way. It felt marvellous when Boromir slid into him, with such tender control, his arousal claiming all the way to sensitive pits of Legolas' body that had been neglected every time he had been taken so far. When Boromir was buried so deep inside of him, caressing him so intimately, his touch reaching into his soul, Legolas felt like bursting with delight. And every time Boromir withdrew again, he felt disturbingly empty and could have whimpered at the great loss if only he had allowed himself to voice his emotions. But he kept them inside resolutely and savoured Boromir's gentle thrusts in rigid silence.

“Don’t fight it back, Legolas,” Boromir said when he saw that the elf unmistakably tried to suppress a groan of pleasure. Glittering eyes opened up and looked deep into Boromir’s that were clouded with lust.

“I want to hear you,” the human added and placed a fiery kiss on Legolas’ mouth as if he wanted to simply suck the noise out of him. The elf parted his lips hastily to welcome Boromir's probing tongue and started to stroke it with his own in return, occasionally sliding all the way past it to dart into the warm cave of his lover's mouth. Every now and then, a deep groan slipped from Boromir's throat and vibrated over Legolas' heated lips.

"Abandon yourself, Legolas," Boromir suddenly whispered into the avid kiss. "Abandon yourself to sensation and let me hear you."

He then detached his lips from the elf's tantalising mouth and stared at Legolas' face expectantly, but not without continuing with his moderately paced and deeply located motions. There was fervour and lust and fire in the pretty elven eyes, and the mere sight of those gleaming sparkles that told more than a thousand words made a warm feeling of happiness and pride stir up in Boromir's belly. He lifted a hand to Legolas' head in order to cup his cheek with such gentleness that it surprised the elf.

"Come on," he said in a low voice and ran his thumb along Legolas' moist lower lip. "Just give in to the passion."

Still holding Boromir's soft gaze, Legolas parted his glowing lips and sucked the caressing finger into his mouth. Boromir groaned faintly when the elven tongue swirled around his digit and careful teeth nibbled at his skin tenderly. He savoured the sensation for a few seconds, and then drew his hand away abruptly, making his finger pop from Legolas' mouth with a low sound. Why couldn't he force a single moan from this cursed elf while Legolas only had to suck his finger to make his head spin and his throat spill noisy proofs of his enjoyment? A bit frustrated, he guided his hand back down to Legolas' hip, placed a firm grasp and started to push into him with a little more impatience and power.

“Abandon yourself!” Boromir repeated, not so gentle anymore. His words got harder, and so did his thrusts. Rocked back from the now higher impact of the strokes, Legolas shut his eyes tight again and held his breath. He felt Boromir's face touching his, the rough cheek sliding over his smooth one, and then the human's lips so close to his pointed ear that the hot breath of his lover hit the elegant auricle.

"You will go wild under my touch, you hear me?" Boromir whispered and darted his tongue out to quickly tease the pretty ear. "You will go wild and every being within hearing will witness your lack of restraint."

Legolas gritted his teeth in silent protest. He would have liked to give a self-confidently spoken reply, but he was too afraid that his mouth would betray him and form naughty noises instead of the words he had in mind. The tongue that was teasing his ear with circling and diving motions almost made him lose his mind. Boromir had finally found his sensitive spot and stimulated it mercilessly, making Legolas tremble from the strains of suppressing the voiced evidences of his delight. But when the warrior closed a hand around the elf’s arousal and started to cause him massive friction from the outside like he did from the inside, all the while nibbling and licking his delicate ear, Legolas couldn’t hold it back anymore. His breathing quickened up and he at last gasped lustfully.

“Louder, Legolas,” Boromir ordered harshly but with a low voice since he was so close to the other one's ear. The slender body under him was shivering and twitching violently, but Legolas soon managed to control at least the gasps again. The elf felt the urgent need to clutch himself to Boromir's body and hold to him tight, then it would be a lot easier to control himself, but the rope didn't yield and kept his wrists tied together on his back. Desperately, he grasped what was within his very limited reach, the leaves that covered the ground, and crushed them in his fists as he searched for some kind of support to ease his painfully intense feelings. The pressure that built up in his body was driving him crazy and he felt that he wouldn’t be able to hide this for much longer.

Suddenly Boromir let go of his now moist ear and shifted his weight what changed the angle of his pushes abruptly. Not even a second later he hit the most sensitive spot on the inside of Legolas, causing him to groan in pleasure. Boromir continued to stimulate him like this, making Legolas pant heavily, and then shifted his body back to the position he had started off from. Legolas' eyes shot open, a pleading expression in them when he locked gazes with Boromir.

“Speak it out loud,” the human said. Legolas opened his mouth, but out came only short, rasping breathing.

“Tell me what you want and you shall receive,” Boromir promised.

“I want more,” Legolas whispered breathlessly and nervously wetted his lips.

"Be specific."

"Have your way with me. As hard as you can."

"Beg for it."

Legolas gritted his teeth in growing fury, but the burning need in his body made him open his mouth and say: "Take me harder, Boromir... please..."

"I can't hear you..." Boromir teased, moving as slowly and carefully in his lover's body as he could.

"Take me already, you *cursed* - !" Legolas began furiously, then was cut of by his own, heavy moan that erupted from his throat when Boromir rewarded him for his uncurbed outburst by plunging in with a quick, resolute motion.

"Yes, like this!" the elf poured out, his voice no whisper any longer but a clear, loud demand, thick with lust and need.

"Like this?" Boromir asked with a small, vicious smile and repeated the rapid, intense thrust.

"*Yes*! Yes... don't stop again! Be rough!"

Boromir couldn't help grinning a little, but Legolas didn't see it anyway since he had shut his eyes again and concentrated on the sensations inside of his glowing body.

"Boromir, I beg you, don't hold back," Legolas panted desperately. "I can't stand this any longer!"

The human warrior finally obliged and drew back from Legolas’ tightness in an abrupt manner, just to thrust back in a second later, harder this time, causing both of them to groan out loud in unison at the burning friction. Instead of stopping and teasing Legolas again, he then continued to push steady, intense strokes into his comrade's delicate body. Legolas arched up against Boromir with a guttural, strong noise, and before gravity made him fall back down again, Boromir slid an arm around the slender form and held him close to his broad chest, one large hand supporting the small of the elf's back. Legolas moaned into Boromir's ear while he was squeezed to his lover's massive body, and the beautiful, rare sound almost made Boromir go out of his mind. He tightened his possessive embrace, crushing the slim body to his heated chest, feeling Legolas' erection twitch and press into his stomach, and started feasting on the archer's neck with relish.

"Go faster already! And deeper..." Legolas groaned impatiently while his delicate skin was being sucked between Boromir's nibbling teeth. He desperately tried to increase the pace himself by shoving his pelvis into the human's groin with powerful, ecstatic motions, but it didn't have the effect he longed for.

"As you wish..." Boromir mued aed against the spot on Legolas' neck he had bruised with passion, lowered him back down on the ground carefully but quickly and then hooked the hollows of the elf's knees with the by now sweaty crooks of his elbows. "You asked for it, don't complain later."

With that, he pulled the elf's legs higher abruptly, forcing the archer into a different position. His next thrust indeed drove even dr inr into his lover, and Legolas gave a blurt of amazement and pure pleasure. Boromir delved in the flawless body, got lost in its stimulating contrasts of giving softness and squeezing tightness, and totally caught up in these overwhelming sensations he worked himself into a ferocious, unbridled rhythm within seconds, pulling Legolas with him. Soon the elf started to make all sorts of low sounds while he eagerly met Boromir's pounding hips, but Boromir was so intoxicated by their wild coupling that he needed some time until he realised Legolas was not only gasping and moaning but actually speaking to him.

"Free me," Legolas panted, writhing under Boromir's heavy body and tugging on his restraints excitedly while the human slowly let his slightly hurting legs down again. "Please, Boromir... make me loose!"

Knowing that he wouldn't be able to open the tight knots under the given circumstances, Boromir hastily scanned the surrounding area and discovered a small pile of Legolas' clothes pretty much next to them, the long elven daggers lying with it, partly covered by the fine fabrics. With a low grunt, Boromir stretched as far as he could and was more than relieved when his fingertips reached one of the weapons and he didn't have to withdraw from Legolas in order to get it. When he had a proper grip on the weapon, he slid his other arm under the slender elf and lifted him from the ground until Legolas' face was buried in the soft curve of his body where his neck met his shoulder, his hot, ragged breath vibrating against the human's lightly tanned skin.

"Careful now, don't move," Boromir breathed huskily and guided the sharp blade to Legolas' wrists to cut the rope, attentive to not scratch the elf's skin with it.

As soon as Legolas' wrists came free, he slid his arms around the human's body, clinging to his lover in violent ecstasy. While Boromir quickly threw the dagger aside and lowered Legolas back to the forest ground, he felt one of the elf's hands claw at his firm butt, the strong fingertips digging into his taut flesh in order to encourage him to intensify the thrusts again. Legolas' other hand held on to the moist nape of Boromir's neck, pulling the human's face against his own. A whimpering moan from Legolas' throat was lost to Boromir's mouth when the warrior sunk his tongue into the warm, wet cave he couldn't get enough of, exploring the delicious heat with avidity. Their lips crashed, savoured and devoured, insatiably.

Boromir knew that Legolas was close to going frantic with intense feelings of pleasure, he could feel the heavy jolts sparking through the elven body, he tasted the flavour of thick lust in his mouth, and he felt the elf's embrace tighten constantly, drawing him down on him with ecstatic strength. But he also felt his own climax approach with terrifying force. Almost desperately, he whispered against the demanding mouth of his lover, never separating their hungry lips.

"Scream for me, my pretty one," he breathed, urging.

"Make me," Legolas replied, gasping. And he really meant it. By now, he was willing to surrender to sensation and abandon himself to the passion, but he wouldn't show his inner turmoil and deepest emotions just like that, only because his lover asked him to. Boromir would have to make him.