Butter

Theoden really knew how to set a table, Aragorn thought to himself. He had come into the hall for an late night snack when he had come across the Heir of Rohan, the lord marshall Eomer. Eomer had been tied up, gagged and covered with something that made all of his skin shine like oil. As he appoached the smell told him that it was butter that glistened on the naked Rohirrim. Eomer was completly covered in melted butter, and Aragorn surmised that he had been left here as an offering to whomever came across him.

Looking at Eomer, the younger man suddenly moved and looked at him with wide eyes. His glared at Aragorn and jerked up and down trying to free himself. By the sounds that were coming from him, he expected that Aragorn was here to free him. He was right of course, Aragorn could not stand idly by when a shield brother was in need of help. Walking over to him, he studied the man before turning him over strastraddling his legs. He'd let him up later. Right now Aragorn had a sudden craving for butter. Removing his clothing he begackincking Eomer's back he ingnored the outraged cry, and trailed his mouth down his back to the crease of his buttocks where melted butter had begun to pool. Pressing down on Eomer's hips he began to lick lower.

He wasn't aware of how much time had passed, but when he had fini lic licking the butter out of the Marshal's most private place Eomer was making all sorts of new sounds. Whimpers, whines and moans came muffled out of the gag. Smiling, Aragorn reached around and touched the front of Eomer's body not in the least surprised by the erection that was there. Another moan came out of Eomer as Aragorn turned him around and began the process all over, licking him from his face to neck to shoulders and down to that large red shaft. Eomer's hair Aragorn noted, was the same shade as butter, even lower down on his body. Using the butter wiped from Eomer's body, he coated himself and dragged the man over to him spreading his legs and wrapping them
around him.

Eomer began to fight, not doing a very good job with his hands tied behind him and with his legs held immobile. Aragorn looked at him leaned over, putting his mouth right next to the man's ear. "If you keep doing that, I won't untie. I'. I'll just leave you here for the next man who comes in here. Understand?" Furious Eomer lunged at him but Aragorn just kissed him on the forehead. "Understand?" Sighing, all the fight went out of the Rohirrim and he nodded he understood. Moving back, Aragorn slowly moved into position.

He hadn't really needed to prepare Eomer, as he tongue had done so before and because of the butter Aragorn slimply thrust into him. The sharp cry that came out of Eomer's throat told him that perhaps his fingers had been needed but Aragorn was already lost in the heat of the Marshal's body. The butter it seemed, had been rubbed into every part of Eomer even where Aragorn was now. Lying down on top of him, the older man settled into a pleasing rhythm that that soon had him making as much noise as his partner. As for Eomer, as soon as he felt Aragorn's hands place themselves where he needed them most any thought of escape fled his mind.

Several minutes passed for the both of them, neither paying much attention to the outside world as all that mattered now was the heat and feeling of pleasure coupled with the overwhelming smell of butter. Eventually Aragorn could bear it no longer reeling his head back and with a shout coming into Eomer. The smell of butter was mixed now with the strong musky smell of a spent man, and the Rohirrim was quick to follow as Aragorn bent his head and put the man's cock into his mouth. Eomer tasted not only of himself but of the butter as well, a flavour that the Dunedain found intoxicating. Removing his mouth he nuzzeled his face into the other's lower belly.

Angry sounds and harsh movements spoiled the moment though as Eomer revived enough to remember the promise. Gesturing with his head, he demanded that Aragorn release him. The man just leaned back and smiled. "I said that wouldn't leave you here and I will abide by my promise. Turn around Eomer." The Rohirrim gratefully rolled onto his stomach but then was shocked to find himself lifted onto the man's shoulders and carried away from the table, still tied. "I also said I would untie you, and I will. When I'm finished; however right now I feel a distinct craving for a treat. Something...buttery."

Ignoring Eomer's protests he carried the man to his bedroom, silently thanking whoever had left him on the table for the nice night time snack. Butter covered Eomer was just what he had been craving.

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