An elf appeared from around a tree and stopped a few feet from Boromir and Rumil. He was slightly taller than Rumil, with hair the same shade of blond and eyes like pewter colored clouds. His brow arched as he took in Rumil's kiss-swollen lips and Boromir's open clothing. He stopped about a foot away from Rumil.
Boromir dredged his memory, trying to recall the name. He rose to his feet and began to casually adjust his clothing, keeping his expression neutral.
" Rumil, what are you doing?" Orophin stared from Boromir to his younger brother and then back. He ignored his brother’s angry outburst and asked a question instead.
Glancing over his shoulder, Rumil watched Boromir adjust his clothing and frowned. He hoped that his brother's presence had not damped Boromir's enthusiasm. "He was lost," Rumil answered.
"And so he undressed?" Orophin concealed his grin as best he could. "You should get him back to the city before he is missed."
Rumil pursed his lips. "I rather enjoy his company. At least, I was, until you came along. I'll take him back, later."
"We have duty to return to," Orophin reminded his younger brother. "If Haldir has to come looking for you, he will be quite angry."
Boromir listened to the exchange, trying to discern the meaning of the words via the tone of their voices. However, nothing was clear to him for the elves were too adept at concealing their emotions.
Orophin watched as Boromir did the laces of his shirt and then buttoned his tunic. "He is hairy."
"Yes," Rumil nodded and tried not to lick his lips. "The hair is strangely erotic. I thought at first that it would be coarse, but it so soft; it tickles."
"Yes, you look tickled," Orophin reached out a hand and traced the red marks around Rumil's lips.
Rumil batted his brother's hands away from his face. "Go on without me. I promise I will catch up later."
Orophin studied his brother for a moment and then shrugged one shoulder. "If you get into trouble with Haldir, do not expect me to save you."
"I won't." Rumil waved Orophin off as he turned to Boromir. The man's clothes were in place and his hair brushed into some semblance of order. He looked composed save for the bulge in the front of his leggings. Rumil stared into the smoky eyes, gauging his lover's mood as best he could. "Orophin wanted to remind me that I have to return to duty soon. He won't trouble us again," he told Boromir, even though the man did not understand him.
Boromir studied the area, wondering about the other elf's disappearance. He did not understand their speech, but he had the impression that the one who left was undisturbed by Rumil's choice of pastimes.
Putting his arms around Boromir's shoulders, Rumil kissed him lightly on the corner of his mouth. " Come, let us finish what we began."
The Gondorian did not need to understand the elven speech to interpret Rumil's meaning as the elf began kissing and petting him. He dismissed the other elf from his mind and put his arms around Rumil and pulled him closer, so that their bodies melded from chest to knee and ground their hips together. He could feel Rumil's length pressing against his belly and he cupped the firm buttocks as they pushed against one another.
After a moment, Rumil broke the kiss and, taking Boromir by the hand, led him back to the tree. He picked up his cloak and spread it on the ground, like a blanket and smiled invitingly at Boromir. Taking the hint, Boromir began removing his tunic and shirt while Rumil did the same.
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Curiosity had the better of Orophin's judgment. Instead of leaving, he doubled back and found a tree that was close enough to afford an excellent view without giving Rumil any cause to suspect observation. Climbing the tree, Orophin settled down on a sturdy branch. He was no more familiar with men than Rumil; with the exception of Elessar, who had once been a guest of Lorien, he had never been close to a man before. Just like Rumil, he was curious about Boromir. Unlike his brother, he was not at all certain how far he was willing to go to abate his curiosity. Therefore, he contented himself to sit in the tree and indulge in a bit of voyeurism.
He smirked as he watched Rumil seduce the man with soft kisses and touches. He saw the man's hands come around and cup his brother's bottom, squeezing the firm globes until Rumil wriggled. The sounds of soft moans carried easily to Orophin's keen ears and he shifted a bit, trying to ignore his own reaction. He watched Rumil lead the man back towards the base of the mallorn and spread his cloak wide on the ground. Boromir stripped off his heavy outer tunic and then the lighter, white undershirt, affording Orophin a fine view of the thick, hairy chest that tapered into a narrow waist. He had to stifle his laughter as he saw Rumil's tongue dart out over his lips even as his clothes were thrown carelessly over one of the protruding roots, so that he stood naked and erect before Boromir.
Orophin's brows arched in surprise as Rumil knelt before the man and pressed his face eagerly to the bulging leggings. He had not thought of his brother as the submissive, but perhaps he did not know his brother as well as he thought. Rumil nuzzled and nipped at Boromir through his leggings, and when Rumil pulled open the laces and Boromir's thick cock sprang free, Orophin gasped aloud. Quickly he clapped his hand over his mouth and shrank back against the tree trunk.
Neither noticed Orophin, for they were too busy with their own pursuit. Rumil ran his hands lovingly up and down Boromir's shaft and the man dug his hands into the elf's blond hair. Tentatively, Rumil took the tip of Boromir's cock into his mouth and sucked. When Boromir threw back his head and groaned loudly, Rumil grew more bold and took even more of the thick cock into his mouth. He kept his palms flat over Boromir's pelvis, holding the engorged cock upright between his spread fingers as he licked and sucked his way up and down the shaft.
From his perspective, Orophin could see Rumil's cheeks hollow and puff with air as he took as much of the man into his mouth as he could. He could see the cock glistening with saliva and the cherry colored balls drawn tight between his thighs. Without meaning to, he began caressing himself beneath his leggings, feeling his own rigid length against his palm as he wondered what the man must taste like. He supposed that the man must taste sweet indeed, for Rumil seemed to find it most pleasurable as he lifted his head and licked his lips before taking one long, last swipe at the dripping tip.
Rumil quickly stripped Boromir of his boots and leggings before pulling him down on the cloak. By this time, Orophin's hands were inside his own leggings and his thumb smoothed over the tip of his cock, smearing his own pre-cum over his aching flesh. He watched in surprise as Rumil allowed Boromir to push him flat on the ground and spread his legs wide. He swallowed a groan as the man lowered his face until it was nestled between Rumil's white cheeks. Rumil yelped in surprised pleasure and Orophin ground his teeth to keep from echoing that cry as Boromir's head bobbed eagerly between Rumil's legs.
Unconsciously, Orophin's own strokes along his length matched Rumil's as his brother slowly stroked himself as Boromir wriggled against the tight nether hole. At last, the man lifted his head and kissed a trail to Rumil's sac. He paused to suck and lick the swollen balls and then continued upwards until he engulfed all of Rumil in one, greedy swallow. Even as Rumil's hips arched, so did Orophin's. He squeezed his cock harder as he rubbed his hand up and down, feeling the tension curl deep inside his belly and his own sac draw between his thighs.
Rumil pushed Boromir away from him and lay panting for a moment. The man looked confused and worried. Then Orophin saw the slow, wicked smile that he knew so well light up his brother's face and he shook his head. Rumil climbed to his knees and pushed Boromir backwards so that he pressed against the exposed tree root. Rumil straddled his lap and the man's hands instantly clasped Rumil's waist, guiding and steadying the elf.
Reaching behind him, Rumil took the heavy cock in his hands and placed against his crack, slowly parting his cheeks. He shifted so that the purpled head nudged his opening and settled his hips firmly. His groan mingled with Boromir's and echoed around the clearing as he sank slowly down on the shaft, impaling himself firmly on the distended flesh. His blond hair hung around his hips and butt and brushed Boromir's thighs as he flung back his head and keened softly.
All of Orophin's attention focused on watching Boromir's thick cock slide in and out of Rumil's tiny opening. Each time Rumil raised up, releasing the straining length from his body, Orophin hissed. He could feel his own puckered opening clench in response. Then Rumil slid back down, inch by inch, until his rear nudged against Boromir's heavy sac. Rumil's pale skin flushed darkly, and even from his perch, Orophin could see how his brother trembled.
Boromir began raising and lowering his hips in time to Rumil's rocking and his hands dug hard into the elf's hips, leaving long red marks along the narrow waist. Every thrust brought a loud moan bursting from Rumil's throat and encouraging words flowed from his lips. The dark vein along Boromir's cock throbbed gently and seemed to pulse in time with Orophin's own dripping cock.
Orophin gripped the tree with one hand while his other hand slid faster up and down his shaft even as Rumil placed his hands on Boromir's shoulders and increased his pace. Boromir's loud cries grew deeper and his knees drew up and apart, spreading Rumil's thighs wider as he moved more violently atop the man's lap. Orophin closed his eyes, allowing his imagination to roam freely as he listened to the sounds of approaching climax from below.
The first sound of flesh against flesh did not penetrate his consciousness as he drifted in a haze of near sexual frenzy. The second, however, did and his eyes flew open and his hand paused in mid-stroke. Rumil's laughter floated to him on the cooling evening air and the red handprint on his pale bottom made Orophin bite his bottom lip. Boromir's hand lifted and came down again, jiggling the firm flesh of Rumil's buttocks and leaving another red palm print in its wake. Orophin gasped with mingled surprise and arousal. Never had it occurred to him that his brother would tolerate so much roughness, but rather than shoving Boromir away, Rumil seemed to encourage the smacks to his tender bottom by moving harder on the shaft impaling him.
Boromir's hand came down again, more forcefully than the previous time, and he squeezed the flesh hard enough to bruise. His harsh cry filled the glen and his leg muscles strained as his back arched. Rumil bore down hard, shoving Boromir as deeply as possible inside him. His back also arched and his fingers dug deep furrows into Boromir's chest. Orophin gasped and moaned as he frantically sought his own release. Dimly, he saw Rumil's semen splatter over Boromir's chest, mingling with sweat, so that the hairs were darkly matted. He watched his brother slump forward, still impaled on the cum-slicked cock. Then every thing went blank as Orophin's own release over took him. He could not hold back the soft groan that came from the depths of his chest as his own seed spilled over his hand and splattered the front of his tunic. Afterwards, he sat back against the tree trunk with his eyes closed and his hand resting on his lap near his softening member.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Orophin yelped and jumped.
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