A Matter of Perspective (drabble set)
This fic is rated: NC-17
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Aragorn/Arwen/Boromir
Summary: one pwp, three views
For the tolkien_weekly prompt: At the Same Time"
Inspiration: ribby's Three Parts to Make a Whole
Warnings: explicit, polyfic, au
Word Count: 3x100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, tolkien_weekly, dyinginhisname, sons_of_gondor, polyfic
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Disclaimer: Tolkien’s. Just borrowing. Please don’t sue!
Aragorn
He tips his head back as Boromir thrusts into him. Feels his fingers tighten involuntarily on the back of the chair he's bent over.
He's not sure if the rough breathing he hears is his, Boromir's, or Arwen's.
He's almost afraid to open his eyes; afraid of what he will see in Arwen's eyes. He wonders if he made a mistake by agreeing to bring Boromir here.
Boromir stops just long enough to graze a kiss on the side of his neck. "You think too much," he murmurs, and angles his next thrust to force any thoughts from his mind.
Arwen
No woman, she thinks, could fail to be stirred by the picture in front of her. Boromir's solid muscularity is the perfect contrast to Aragorn's lean strength; Aragorn is the moon to Boromir's golden sun. Boromir's tanned fingers press into Aragorn's pale hip; sweat sheens both their bodies.
Aragorn shifts his grip on the chair and bites his lower lip. How many times has she seen that look on Aragorn's face, when it was him thrusting into her? She can't help feeling a bit jealous that it's Boromir causing it now.
And then Boromir drops his hand to Aragorn's cock.
Boromir
When the weight of Arwen's gaze becomes too much to bear, he wraps his hand around Aragorn's cock, gives it a few strokes to help matters along.
It feels like Aragorn's whole body is clenching around him; for a long moment, he loses himself in the sensation.
When he comes back to himself, Arwen is on her feet. She tips Aragorn's head up, and claims his mouth in a long kiss. Boromir is about to excuse himself, when Arwen straightens. She holds Aragorn's face to her breasts with one hand, and with the other, tilts Boromir's mouth down to hers.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Aragorn/Arwen/Boromir
Summary: one pwp, three views
For the tolkien_weekly prompt: At the Same Time"
Inspiration: ribby's Three Parts to Make a Whole
Warnings: explicit, polyfic, au
Word Count: 3x100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, tolkien_weekly, dyinginhisname, sons_of_gondor, polyfic
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s. Just borrowing. Please don’t sue!
Aragorn
He tips his head back as Boromir thrusts into him. Feels his fingers tighten involuntarily on the back of the chair he's bent over.
He's not sure if the rough breathing he hears is his, Boromir's, or Arwen's.
He's almost afraid to open his eyes; afraid of what he will see in Arwen's eyes. He wonders if he made a mistake by agreeing to bring Boromir here.
Boromir stops just long enough to graze a kiss on the side of his neck. "You think too much," he murmurs, and angles his next thrust to force any thoughts from his mind.
Arwen
No woman, she thinks, could fail to be stirred by the picture in front of her. Boromir's solid muscularity is the perfect contrast to Aragorn's lean strength; Aragorn is the moon to Boromir's golden sun. Boromir's tanned fingers press into Aragorn's pale hip; sweat sheens both their bodies.
Aragorn shifts his grip on the chair and bites his lower lip. How many times has she seen that look on Aragorn's face, when it was him thrusting into her? She can't help feeling a bit jealous that it's Boromir causing it now.
And then Boromir drops his hand to Aragorn's cock.
Boromir
When the weight of Arwen's gaze becomes too much to bear, he wraps his hand around Aragorn's cock, gives it a few strokes to help matters along.
It feels like Aragorn's whole body is clenching around him; for a long moment, he loses himself in the sensation.
When he comes back to himself, Arwen is on her feet. She tips Aragorn's head up, and claims his mouth in a long kiss. Boromir is about to excuse himself, when Arwen straightens. She holds Aragorn's face to her breasts with one hand, and with the other, tilts Boromir's mouth down to hers.