Scream If You Wanna Go Faster

"Look at me," Boromir demanded. "Show me what you feel."

Legolas obeyed, opened his lids agand and locked gazes with his human lover. Rocking hard into the archer's body, Boromir studied the expressions in the gorgeous, bright eyes and once more was bewitched by the utter purity of the emotions he discovered there. It was odd but beautiful to see Legolas' usually starry eyes getting misty with clouds of sheer lust, to see a thick layer of genuine and deep passion overshadowing the brilliant colour of his irises. Long, silky lashes trembled as Legolas struggled to keep his eyes open and soon it seemed an impossible task, getting the more difficult the closer the elf got to his climax. Totally enthralled by this priceless sight, Boromir guided one hand down over Legolas' smooth stomach and again caught the elf's strained erection in his fist. Legolas hissed abruptly when his standing length was taken captive by the large and rough but stunningly talented - or trained - hand of the human warrior. He couldn't help slamming his eyes shut and started to moan constantly while Boromir's hand tortured him with intense and long strokes. They spiralled up togethmotimotions getting faster, thrusts getting deeper, friction getting hotter and groans getting louder, until Legolas' believed it couldn't get any better.

Only a second later, Boromir taught him otherwise. The fierce rhythm he had set still unwavering, the human warrior somehow managed the impossible and intensified his intimate ministrations to a last degree. The effect exceeded both Boromir's and Legolas' wildest expectations, catapulting them onto the highest level of ecstasy. When Boromir's hand stopped the steady strokes and instead squeezed the swollen, velvety flesh with appropriate pressure, additionally rubbing his thumb over the moist tip of the elf's erection to spread the good deal of pre-cum in quick, generous circles, the archer twitched with raw convulsions and his shaking moans peaked into pure and heavy sobs
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Boromir felt sticky, hot wetness gush over his burning skin while the elf's loudly whimpered, almost heartbreaking noise morphed into a beautiful and wanton groan of pleasure and release. The archer shuddered violently as his liquids scattered over his human lover's belly and chest with powerful, quick eruptions. His slender hands roamed over Boromir's damp back, gripping uncontrollably at the smooth skin in desperate search for hold to somehow anchor himself in the savage storm of overwhelming orgasmic feelings.

The human watched Legolas' face, how it twisted in pure pleasure, how his brows knitted in concentration and his moist, flushed lips gaped open to release a series of sweet, soft and erratic gasps. The sight of the elf reaching the crest of his feelings almost made Boromir climax as well, but only almost. He wasn't done with Legolas yet.

He forced himself to not burst this very second but last a little longer which was a rather difficult task with the tight, slick heat of Legolas' inner walls contracting around him again and again. He felt sweat running down his back in little rivulets from the strains of both their excessive coupling and holding back his own release, and his breathing had become so laborious by now that his throat was hurting from it.

*Now or never*, Boromir's mind screamed at him, begging him to bring this to an end soon and grant his body release. Boromir knew he would lose control over himself sometime within the next seconds. If he couldn't make Legolas crack this very moment, his chance would be gone. He would explode and collapse without reaching his original goal of making Legolas give up his restraint, and the elf would triumph over him again. He couldn't let that happen. Legolas wouldn't get satisfaction from prevailing again, only from bursting with emotion.

While the archer was still riding out the last waves of his fervent climax, his form softly quaking with now calmer convulsions and his limbs slowly growing slack, Boromir tightened his grasp on the exhausted body of his comrade and picked up pace again, moist hips slamming frantically and hot hardness driving deep. Legolas' hands wrapped around Boromir's forearms as if he attempted to push him off, but the salacious, loud groan that exploded from the elven lips revealed that this was the last thing he actually wanted to do.

Legolas' climax had been powerful and overwhelming, but what followed now was even more intense. He had never before felt so over-stimulated. For a moment, his lungs refused to pump in or out any air and his entire body arched in violent protest. This was just too much to handle. He couldn't take any more, he felt like fainting from the immensely pleasurable sensations that threw him into another merciless round of unlimited ecstasy, his whole body starting to shake, tense and contract anew. He felt the lustfully torturing feelings build up inside of him again, sending forceful shivers down his spine, hot thrills all over his skin, burning shocks through the lower part of his body. To his own surprise, he was fully aroused and hard as a rock again in a matter of seconds and his erection felt even more swollen than the one before. It was as though he hadn’t found blissful release mere moments ago. He tightened his grip in despair and didn't care that Boromir gave a sound of discomfort when his fingers dug deeply into the human's skin. It was all he could do to somewhat compensate the more than arousing pain that had spread from his nether regions and now occupied his whole body.

Boromir elevated the elf higher and higher, pushing, thrusting, conquering over and over again with seemingly undying energy. His sore knees were hurting madly, he was dripping with sweat, both his head and his extremely hard erection felt like bursting every second and he was near hyperventilation, but he didn't allow his climax to claim him. His release was so close, he could already feel the first orgasmic twitches starting in his groin. He desperately tried to fight it back, didn't allow satisfaction to settle over him, felt blood surging to his tense face from the strain...

With a guttural, lustful sound slipping from his lips, Boromir let the upper part of his body sink down a bit until he could support his weight with his elbows and forearms, taking some of the burden from his aching knees. His mouth found Legolas' sensitive ear while his hands closed around Legolas' shoulders, virtually engulfing the delicate joints. His tongue's teasing exploration of the pointed auricle made the elf groan helplessly, louder than before, which caused Boromir to practically ram his next shove deep into Legolas with such power that the unbelievably intense and burning friction momentarily blinded him. With Boromir's hands hooked over Legolas' shoulders and keeping him from slipping away from the force of the untamed, hard thrust, the human's solid length crashed into his lover's prostrate with full impact, catapulting the elf over the edge for the second time this day. Another flood of thick liquid welled between their touching stomachs and mingled with salty sweat that had formed at the junction of their moving bodies. And in the throes of blazing passion and intoxicating bliss, Legolas screamed.

Not groaned, panted or hissed. Screamed. At the top of his lungs.

And he did not just cry out meaningless, incoherent noises of relief and pleasure. He screamed Boromir's name, loud and clear, for everyone within hearing to perceive.

That was all it needed to make Boromir finally surrender to the thunderous climax he had so bitterly suppressed before. While he sank down on his lover with his full weight, his hips pressing his erupting length into Legolas with a final, deep push, his arms slid close around the slender, quaking form that lay crushed under him and held onto it tightly, nestling the heavy breathing elf to his tensing body. Legolas responded by clutching to him in every possible way. He wrapped his legs around Boromir's waist, clawed strong, slender fingers into the slick skin of the human's broad back, buried his other hand in his lover's unkempt hair, and fastened his soft mouth to his neck in a fervid combination of a sucking kiss and a soft bite.

Boromir felt himself melting into Legolas while his essences streamed in unrestrained, powerful gushes, and couldn't tell where he ended and the elf started. Something was happening, something Boromir had never before experienced, with no one he ever had made love to. Their heartbeats raced in the same rhythm, their heavy breathing came and went with the same quick gasps, their boiling blood rushed through their veins with the same pulse... It was as if their bodies had made a silent arrangement while pleasuring one another. With their simultaneous climaxes, they had merged and become one, if only for the moment.

With a deep grunt of relief and exhaustion, Boromir relaxed and lowered his head, hooking his rough, stubbly chin over the elf's shoulder. Legolas made no attempt to shift away from under him or push him off, and so Boromir remained atop the archer and relished the warm, comfortable feeling of satisfaction and sleepiness that slowly spread all over him. They rested like that for a while, their bodies still joined and intimately intertwined with one another, and without saying anything. Finally it was Legolas who broke the peaceful silence between them.

"Will you join me in the water?" he asked, causing Boromir to lift his head and look him in the eyes.

"I created a terrible mess on you, after all," the elf pointed out matter-of-factly.

"Aye, you did," Boromir replied and presented the elf who still clung to him in a passionate but gentle embrace with a warm smile.

"Does that mean you're coming with me?" Legolas wanted to know, his intense, deep gaze never leaving the human's eyes.

"Have a bath together with you? How could I resist such an offer?"

A smile spread on Legolas' face, so open and bright, that Boromir couldn't help bowing his head to kiss him devotedly. Legolas responded with touching tenderness and softly rumpled Boromir's hair with both hands while they kissed, then broke from the human's sore lips with another beaming smile.

"Let's hurry, then. The others are waiting," he said quietly. Boromir only nodded and then rose to his feet, pulling the elf with him into an upright position. Once they were standing, Legolas placed another gentle kiss on Boromir's mouth and then went straight into the water without saying one more word. Boromir followed, enthusiastically at first, but when his feet entered the water he grimaced and stood still abruptly.

"Too cold?" Legolas asked and chuckled gleefully.

"That is an understatement," Boromir replied. The water was more than cold, and it seemed especially icy against his heated skin that was still flaming from their passionate interlude. He was astonished that Legolas had slipped into the water without the slightest hint of hesitance.

"Come here," Legolas said, his smile never fading, "I will warm you once you are inside."

Despite the biting coldness, Boromir couldn't resist this invitation and forced himself into the river and he indeed started to feel comfortable when Legolas came closer, nestled himself into the warrior's arms and embraced him tightly in return. Boromir was a little confused when he realised that the warmth he felt wasn't of that kind that came from the outside, transferred from another one's body heat, but that it came from his inside. It was like a fever that radiated through his every fibre, from top to toe, and it was centred in his searing heart that in this very moment seemed to pound only for the elf that was nuzzled up against him. Boromir was ablaze, and Legolas was the reason.

He wanted this moment to never end. He could have held Legolas like this forever, but the blond elf soon detached from his embrace and started to clean Boromir's chest from persistent remains of his climax. Boromir closed his eyes with a low hum of content and concentrated on the archer's tender fingers wandering on his skin. Even veryveryday act as simple as washing became a more than pleasant experience when carried out by Legolas' hands.

"Somehow I knew you are one of the kind who like to be babied and pampered," Legolas said and chuckled faintly.

"Don't you think I deserve some pampering?" Boromir replied and opened his eyes again to look at the elf who still was washing, or rather caressing his chest. "After all it was I who did all the work a moment ago."

"Very well," Legolas said with another quiet laugh, "Turn around, show-off."

"I'm not at all showing off, I only tell the tr" Bo" Boromir pointed out while he followed Legolas' instructions.

"You are *boasting*."

"But you have to admit that I both held my promise and proved you wrong," Boromir said with a grin while Legolas was gently scrubbing his broad backidn'idn't I?"

"Maybe..." the elf replied and tried his best to sound indifferent towards the matter.

"*Maybe*?" Boromir repeated in disbelief and turned around again. This time it was his turn to chuckle softly. Slowly, he guided both wet hands to Legolas' head to frame his face, tenderly cupping the prettily flushed cheeks. "You, my dear, were terribly noisy."

"Possibly," Legolas said in a low voice, a gentle smile curving up his bruised lips.

"That screaming of yours was rather impressive," Boromir added, not even trying to keep a big touch of self-praise from his voice. "But I think it still can be extended. Would you let me help you improve?"

"Definitely," the elf replied eagerly and slipped the tip of his tongue over his lips to wet them in an inviting, enticing way. His hands snapped up to rest on Boromir's moist shoulders when the human's hands dropped down from his face and strong arms encircled his slender waist to draw him into a tight, loving embrace.

"I will do my best," Boromir stated and tilted his head forward to catch Legolas' mouth in a long, devoted kiss that was to seal the new promise.

~ end part two ~


(to be continued in part three: “Invasion of Privacy”)