Dunno where this came from - just wanted to write.
LOTR era drabble. Well, its a bit longer than a drabble.
And I go down on him.
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
"I've not asked for-"
"I want to taste it."
"Fuck...please."
And I go down on him and he's musk and male and harsh and thrusting and Billy but not like I know him. The length of him like hot caramel and almost electric feeling in my mouth and I don't expect him to cup the back of my head and fuck my mouth like he does but I like it. I like it like nothing I've felt before. The flesh, warm and hard and sleek and silk and bobbing against the roof of my mouth in a kind of tantalising tease of what I wish I could feel from this angle - its all so uniquely ours; like I know no one will ever know Billy or Dom like we know each other now in the heat of something primal and greedy and all knowing. I can see the trailer from here but I'm sure the tree will shield us. My cloak rubs against my bare arse and I feel quite decadent with the soft, green fabric caressing me there as I perform the act for him and caress myself in perfect time, in sync.
Pip. The word, muffled against his pale thighs.
And when he comes it's like a possesion and I'm the exorcist. "The power of christ compels you to come. The power of christ compels you to come," - I'm thinking it but I don't say it because it would ruin the mood when he laughs and I don't want him to laugh as he thrusts, smoothly against my tongue. I want him to moan.
And he does. Loud and strong and Scottish. "Unnnnh. Unnnh. Unnh. Merry!"
And as he twirls his fingers in my wig and yanks me forward, the warm fluid of him fills my mouth and I contemplate just how devilish Pippin Took can be with his cloak on the dirty ground, his weskit askew and his feminine, tookish mouth arched to the sky in a silent song. In mist and shadow, cloud and shade, he shines from this angle. Everytime.