Pain into Pleasure
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,265
Reviews:
0
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Currently Reading:
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Pain into Pleasure
Aragorn was angry. He could feel his blood boiling. Boromir had done it again. He had found a way to get under Aragorn's already tough skin. Sitting in the forest, Aragorn felt a safeness wash over him. He would always sit in the forest when he was angry. It helped calm him. The colors, the sounds, the smell. Sitting against a tree trunk, he felt the moss covered ground beneath him. The sound of footsteps made Aragorn come out of his forest induced trance. Boromir was headed straight for him. Aragorn could feel the anger once again rising in his chest.
"I see you took to cowering in the forest again Aragorn. A bit pathetic don't you think?" Boromir said with a smirk.
Aragorn had enough. He jumped from his spot and punched Boromir across the face. Stunned, Boromir stumbled back. Aragorn lunged forward, pinning him against the tree. Using all of his strength Boromir shoved Aragorn off of him and shoved him to the ground. Boromir knew Aragorn had trouble fighting someone if they were on top of him. He knew this because he had fought with Aragorn so many times before. Boromir jumped on top of him and pinned him against the dew covered ground. With Boromir's face only inches from his own, Aragorn looked into his eyes expecting to see anger. Instead, he saw lust. He wanted to protest but was silenced by Boromir's lips descending on his own. His kiss was hungry and passionate. He could feel Boromir's tongue slipping into his mouth. Aragorn let out a small groan as he felt himself harden. Boromir smiled at this small triumph. He moved quickly to remove Aragorn's clothes. Luckily the ranger was only wearing a shirt and breeches, he had the warm weather to thank for that. Boromir gasped at the sight of Aragorn naked. He was well toned from his years of fighting and he had quite an impressive cock. Aragorn smirked.
"Impressed?" He said with a cocky tone.
"Just wait." Boromir said slyly.
He stood and undressed himself. As he undid his breeches and his already rock hard length was released Aragorn's eyes widened. Moving to his knees, Aragorn pushed Boromir against the tree and ran his hand along Boromir's twelve inches. Slowly he took him in his mouth. He began to softly suck. Almost as if to tease Boromir who was moaning under his breath. Aragorn's mouth moved up and down the length of Boromir causing him to moan even louder.
"I need you Aragorn. I need you now" Boromir said as he fell to the ground.
Aragorn took his position behind Boromir. The anger and the lust he felt were burning inside of him making him mad. He thrust into Boromir with all his might causing them both to moan. Aragorn kept a steady pace. His thrusts were deep and hard. Boromir reached between his own legs and stroked his own cock as he neared what promised to be an explosive climax. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over Aragorn as he thrust one final time into Boromir. Aragorn collapsed next to Boromir trying to calm his breathing. Looking up at the trees he felt the warm breeze wash over him.
"I see you took to cowering in the forest again Aragorn. A bit pathetic don't you think?" Boromir said with a smirk.
Aragorn had enough. He jumped from his spot and punched Boromir across the face. Stunned, Boromir stumbled back. Aragorn lunged forward, pinning him against the tree. Using all of his strength Boromir shoved Aragorn off of him and shoved him to the ground. Boromir knew Aragorn had trouble fighting someone if they were on top of him. He knew this because he had fought with Aragorn so many times before. Boromir jumped on top of him and pinned him against the dew covered ground. With Boromir's face only inches from his own, Aragorn looked into his eyes expecting to see anger. Instead, he saw lust. He wanted to protest but was silenced by Boromir's lips descending on his own. His kiss was hungry and passionate. He could feel Boromir's tongue slipping into his mouth. Aragorn let out a small groan as he felt himself harden. Boromir smiled at this small triumph. He moved quickly to remove Aragorn's clothes. Luckily the ranger was only wearing a shirt and breeches, he had the warm weather to thank for that. Boromir gasped at the sight of Aragorn naked. He was well toned from his years of fighting and he had quite an impressive cock. Aragorn smirked.
"Impressed?" He said with a cocky tone.
"Just wait." Boromir said slyly.
He stood and undressed himself. As he undid his breeches and his already rock hard length was released Aragorn's eyes widened. Moving to his knees, Aragorn pushed Boromir against the tree and ran his hand along Boromir's twelve inches. Slowly he took him in his mouth. He began to softly suck. Almost as if to tease Boromir who was moaning under his breath. Aragorn's mouth moved up and down the length of Boromir causing him to moan even louder.
"I need you Aragorn. I need you now" Boromir said as he fell to the ground.
Aragorn took his position behind Boromir. The anger and the lust he felt were burning inside of him making him mad. He thrust into Boromir with all his might causing them both to moan. Aragorn kept a steady pace. His thrusts were deep and hard. Boromir reached between his own legs and stroked his own cock as he neared what promised to be an explosive climax. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over Aragorn as he thrust one final time into Boromir. Aragorn collapsed next to Boromir trying to calm his breathing. Looking up at the trees he felt the warm breeze wash over him.