From the hallway, Weps can hear the frustrated sounds coming from the kitchen and it makes him smile. From the lack of the usual smell of coffee that fills the house at this time of the day, he surmises that the source of the ranger's frustration is the coffeemaker. Weps yawns, and scratches his belly as he enters the kitchen, his skin still half damp from the shower. He grins at Aragorn who is giving the coffeemaker an evil stare. Weps finishes fastening his jeans and throws open the fridge door to look for the orange juice.
"What's up, ranger?" he asks softly, as he raises the carton to his lips. "Coffee machine playing hard to get?"
"If I really thought you'd want an omelette before me, I reckon I'd have been on my way home a long time ago," Weps murmurs, pushing back against the ranger's teasing hips. "I knew what you wanted all along... 'cause it's what I wanted from the moment I woke up this morning..." Weps' arousal has built quickly - quicker than he believes Aragorn's has and his jeans are already feeling uncomfortably tight.
"And for the record, the sink'll do me just fine," he adds, his voice husky with desire. "Just make it soon..."
"Someone seems to be in a hurry now..." Aragorn purrs as the heat of arousal spreads through his body and makes every inch of it feel ultra-sensitive, "the same someone who only a moment ago was prattling on about instant coffee and spicy omelettes.. What happened, love? he murmurs, leaning forward to tease with his teeth the side of Weps' neck.
"You happened," Weps replies, his voice soft and more than a little shaky as he tries to regain some semblance of control, but knowing that he's already lost the battle. How can he tell Aragorn that every moment they're not touching is a struggle for him? That the ranger only has to touch him and he's lost? Weps swallows and tries to ignore his increasingly trembling thigh muscles.
"You happened, love," he repeats, hanging his head, almost embarrassed by his overwhelming need. "That's all it ever takes..."
Weps' words would make other men feel powerful, triumphant, but they make Aragorn feel humble, awed by the love and need this special man feels for him. He burrows his face in the space between Weps' neck and chin, breathing raggedly and unable to trust his voice for a moment.
"Makes me feel so special..." he manages to murmur against the warm skin, smooth and still tasting faintly of shaving cream.
"That's because you are special, ranger," Weps murmurs, glancing back at Aragorn through half closed eyes. "More special than I'll ever be able to tell you - or show you..." The feel of warm lips and the soft tickle of Aragorn's beard on his skin make Weps shiver some more, the empty ache in his belly increasing, and he grips the sink edge, longing for closer contact, needing - wanting it all...
"Please," he whispers. "Kiss me - touch me - you've no idea how much I need you right now..."
Aragorn nods and his lips travel up Weps' neck. He bites lightly into his chin, then takes Weps' mouth in an open-mouthed hungry kiss.
There's nothing like this.. no coffee, no spirit, nothing else is this intoxicating, makes him feel so utterly alive. He makes a sound of pure triumph low in his throat and presses even harder into Weps' body, his hands releasing their hold on the edge of the sink to wrap possessively around Weps' waist.
Weps sighs into Aragorn's kiss - moans into it, parting his lips readily to the ranger's exploring tongue. No longer pressed against the sink edge and with more room to move, Weps turns, pulling at the ranger's t-shirt and tugging the button of his jeans open, eager greedy fingers reaching inside.
"C'mon," he whispers urgently, his cock throbbing in the confines of his pants and his teeth nipping at Aragorn's bottom lip. "Want you - want you inside me now..."
"That's it, that's my kick... you.. you wanting me.." Aragorn's whisper is raw, needy as he arches into Weps' touch, thrusting his now hard cock into his lover's hungry fingers. His own hands move quickly to Weps' jeans, opening, pushing aside, searching and gripping with a triumphant sound. Weps' sudden hunger seems to have infected him and he cannot stop touching, stroking.
"Turn around again," he hisses into Weps' ear, nipping his earlobe and sucking it to soothe the sting.
"Yes - fuck - yes," Weps hisses, shuddering as Aragorn's fingers stroke him and at the naked, raw desire he sees in the ranger's eyes. He turns towards the sink and the window, groaning as those magical fingers lose their hold and his whole body trembling as he pushes hurriedly at his jeans - pushing them down and off one leg so he can spread himself wide. He can see cars passing at the end of the drive but he doesn't care who sees him... Then holding one of the sink taps in one hand, Weps half turns to capture Aragorn's lips in a brief, hard kiss.
Slicked only with his own precome, Aragorn begins an excruciatingly slow progress into Weps' body. His eyes are closed and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. He knows there will be pain and still he doesn't stop, wanting to reach beyond the pain, to be where it will turn into pleasure. He knows how to, he knows where to hit.
"Patience..." he murmurs, holding Weps steady and toying with his nipple to distract him.
Weps grips the sink taps, his knuckles white and his eyes shut tight. He wants to say something - to tell Aragorn that's it's okay - that he's okay, but speaking is difficult right now. Breathing is difficult right now - hell, everything is difficult right now... All he knows is that he wouldn't be anywhere else.
So Weps pants through the pain, his neck arching backwards, as he waits for the burn to change to the familiar wonderful white heat and Aragorn's chest plastered against his back.
Aragorn's hand travels down Weps' chest, stroking gently, trying to help him see his way through the burn of penetration., moving in circles on his belly as he waits for the clenching grip to loosen a bit so that he seek the angle he needs, the one that will change everything.
As soon as he feels he can move without causing more pain, he does, shifting closer and growling with satisfaction when Weps arches in response.
"Yesss!" Weps finds his voice with a hiss of pleasure, sparks of light rioting through him as Aragorn's shaft rubs over his prostate. His whole body seems to arch towards the source of that pleasure, hips pushing back and grinding Aragorn deeper, thigh muscles tense and trembling as he struggles to stay upright.
"Harder," Weps grates out, his head falling forward as he adjusts his grip on the crosshead taps, letting the blood flow return. "You're incredible... harder, love - please..."
Some of the tension ebbs from Aragorn's body when he senses that he's not causing pain anymore but giving pleasure. The sensation - and Weps' words - are heady, making him moan low, his own pleasure growing from his lover's. He can move now, his thrusts taking him deep and almost lifting Weps off his feet. His arms curls more tightly, a hand reaching down to cup Weps' balls and gauge how close he is, how longer it will be before they both explode.
"Harder, the way you want.. And soon, the way I need it.." he whispers into Weps' ear.
The rhythm is fast and furious, the force of the ranger's thrusts lifting Weps onto this toes. He holds on, riding the storm until Aragorn's warm fingers suddenly cup his balls.
"Aragorn!" Weps gasps and then groans, his neglected erection twitching almost as if in sympathy. Pushing back hard once more, Weps prises a hand from the taps and pushes it down between his body and the sink to grasp his cock and fist it. Orgasm is upon him before he can take another breath and he comes with a sharp cry offered up to the ceiling.
"What's up, ranger?" he asks softly, as he raises the carton to his lips. "Coffee machine playing hard to get?"
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"And for the record, the sink'll do me just fine," he adds, his voice husky with desire. "Just make it soon..."
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"You happened, love," he repeats, hanging his head, almost embarrassed by his overwhelming need. "That's all it ever takes..."
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"Makes me feel so special..." he manages to murmur against the warm skin, smooth and still tasting faintly of shaving cream.
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"Please," he whispers. "Kiss me - touch me - you've no idea how much I need you right now..."
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There's nothing like this.. no coffee, no spirit, nothing else is this intoxicating, makes him feel so utterly alive. He makes a sound of pure triumph low in his throat and presses even harder into Weps' body, his hands releasing their hold on the edge of the sink to wrap possessively around Weps' waist.
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"C'mon," he whispers urgently, his cock throbbing in the confines of his pants and his teeth nipping at Aragorn's bottom lip. "Want you - want you inside me now..."
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"Turn around again," he hisses into Weps' ear, nipping his earlobe and sucking it to soothe the sting.
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"Now, ranger," he whispers hoarsely.
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"Patience..." he murmurs, holding Weps steady and toying with his nipple to distract him.
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So Weps pants through the pain, his neck arching backwards, as he waits for the burn to change to the familiar wonderful white heat and Aragorn's chest plastered against his back.
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As soon as he feels he can move without causing more pain, he does, shifting closer and growling with satisfaction when Weps arches in response.
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"Harder," Weps grates out, his head falling forward as he adjusts his grip on the crosshead taps, letting the blood flow return. "You're incredible... harder, love - please..."
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"Harder, the way you want.. And soon, the way I need it.." he whispers into Weps' ear.
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"Aragorn!" Weps gasps and then groans, his neglected erection twitching almost as if in sympathy. Pushing back hard once more, Weps prises a hand from the taps and pushes it down between his body and the sink to grasp his cock and fist it. Orgasm is upon him before he can take another breath and he comes with a sharp cry offered up to the ceiling.
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