Innocence
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,454
Reviews:
3
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Innocence
Title: Innocence 1/3
Type: FPS
Author: Galadhrimlover
Rating: R
Pairing: Haldir/ Rúmil
Summary: Haldir is ashamed of his feelings for his brother. But what if Rúmil feels the same way?
Notes: This is my first fic ever, so please don’t flame me.
Ch. 1
Haldir purred as he began to rub his stiff member through the coarse fabric of his leggings. Images of an innocent, beautiful face and of a lithe body immeely ely formed in his mind. He could feel his cheeks become withwith shame; he did not know why he thought of his youngest brother in this way, but no matter how hard he tried he could not stop it.
The Marchwarden unbuttoned his leggings, finally freeing his straining erection. He imagined it was Rúmil who circled the tip of his flesh with his finger. He wanted to take his time; to draw out the moment, but his need for release quickly got the best of him. Haldir wrapped his fingerounround the swollen rod and slowly began to thrust in and out of his hand, though in his mind he was trusting in and out of his brother’s tight hole.
He moaned softly, gripped tighter and thrust faster. The Marchwarden imagined his Rúmil crying out in pleasure, tight muscles clenching around his member as his brother found his release. “Rúmil…” he whispered, pushing harder. “Rúmil….Ai!”
“Haldir?”
The Marchwarden opened his eyes to see Rúmil standing in front of the bed, sng ang at him wide-eyed as he felt his hand being covered with his own hot seed. Quickly he stuffed his member back into his leggings.
“W.. what were you doing?” his brother demanded.
‘What am I supposed to tell him?’ Haldir thought, surprised by his brother’s innocence. Surely he was old enough to know these things…
“Did mom ever tell you about what two people do when they’re in love?” The young Elf nodded. “Well, this is what one does when one is not in love, or can’t be with the one they love.”
“But why?”
“Because it feels good. You won’t understand until you’ve tried it.”
“Why were you saying my name?”
Haldir panicked, how would he get out of this? “I heard you come in…” he lied, “I wanted to tell you to leave so you wouldn’t see me doing it. So what do you need?”
“I was sent to tell you that they need you to go to the border.”
“Are you going too?” The Marchwarden asked, hoping it would be so.
“No, but Orophin is.”
“Alright, tell him to wait for me… please. I’ll be ready soon.”
“Ok.”
Once Rúmil was gone, Haldir sat up, burying his face in his hands in shame. ‘I hate myself,’ the phrase repeated itself in his mind over and over again.
Tbc…
Type: FPS
Author: Galadhrimlover
Rating: R
Pairing: Haldir/ Rúmil
Summary: Haldir is ashamed of his feelings for his brother. But what if Rúmil feels the same way?
Notes: This is my first fic ever, so please don’t flame me.
Ch. 1
Haldir purred as he began to rub his stiff member through the coarse fabric of his leggings. Images of an innocent, beautiful face and of a lithe body immeely ely formed in his mind. He could feel his cheeks become withwith shame; he did not know why he thought of his youngest brother in this way, but no matter how hard he tried he could not stop it.
The Marchwarden unbuttoned his leggings, finally freeing his straining erection. He imagined it was Rúmil who circled the tip of his flesh with his finger. He wanted to take his time; to draw out the moment, but his need for release quickly got the best of him. Haldir wrapped his fingerounround the swollen rod and slowly began to thrust in and out of his hand, though in his mind he was trusting in and out of his brother’s tight hole.
He moaned softly, gripped tighter and thrust faster. The Marchwarden imagined his Rúmil crying out in pleasure, tight muscles clenching around his member as his brother found his release. “Rúmil…” he whispered, pushing harder. “Rúmil….Ai!”
“Haldir?”
The Marchwarden opened his eyes to see Rúmil standing in front of the bed, sng ang at him wide-eyed as he felt his hand being covered with his own hot seed. Quickly he stuffed his member back into his leggings.
“W.. what were you doing?” his brother demanded.
‘What am I supposed to tell him?’ Haldir thought, surprised by his brother’s innocence. Surely he was old enough to know these things…
“Did mom ever tell you about what two people do when they’re in love?” The young Elf nodded. “Well, this is what one does when one is not in love, or can’t be with the one they love.”
“But why?”
“Because it feels good. You won’t understand until you’ve tried it.”
“Why were you saying my name?”
Haldir panicked, how would he get out of this? “I heard you come in…” he lied, “I wanted to tell you to leave so you wouldn’t see me doing it. So what do you need?”
“I was sent to tell you that they need you to go to the border.”
“Are you going too?” The Marchwarden asked, hoping it would be so.
“No, but Orophin is.”
“Alright, tell him to wait for me… please. I’ll be ready soon.”
“Ok.”
Once Rúmil was gone, Haldir sat up, burying his face in his hands in shame. ‘I hate myself,’ the phrase repeated itself in his mind over and over again.
Tbc…