This fic is rated: R
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Aragorn/Boromir
For
slashthedrabble's prompt # 175: Points of the Compass
Inspiration: well, they ARE heading south
Warnings: movieverse, pwp
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: this one came out 100 words, on the dot
Cross-Posted
were_lemur,
slashthedrabble,
sons_of_gondor My FanFic MasterlistDisclaimer: Tolkien’s. Just borrowing. Please don’t sue!
Boromir starts with Aragorn's mouth -- a gentle, almost teasing kiss, but only for a moment, before the other man kisses back. Boromir pulls away, explores lower, the point of Aragorn's chin, scratchy with stubble, and then feels the apple of his throat bob as he swallows. Explores, with his tongue, the hollows beneath Aragorn's collarbones.
"Enough, Boromir," Aragorn murmurs, but he will not be deterred. Inch by inch, he travels the path down the other man's body with fingers, lips, tongue. They will leave on another journey in the morning, but for now, this territory is his to explore.