Chapter 18
“Thank you.”
Mablung lifted his head from his folded hands and glanced at Damrod. His first reaction was to ask what for, but then he stilled his tongue, knowing in his heart of what Damrod spoke and knowing, as well, that it was trite to make him express more than his simple thank you. “You are welcome,” he responded as he lay his head back down.
Damrod turned on his side and placed he head on Mablung’s chest. “Whether for good or ill, beloved, things are in motion we can no longer control. Captain Faramir has made his choice, I think.”
“I gathered as much. I do not know how I feel about it. He’s the enemy, and yet, you are right, he is not. I am puzzled by the Haradrim. But I see the way the captain looks at him and I think, that is the way I look at you. How can this be wrong?”
“I do not think love is ever wrong,” Damrod said as he slipped his hand inside Mablung’s tunic and caressed the swirled hairs.
Placing his arms around his lover, Mablung rubbed the strong shoulders lightly and kissed the top of Damrod’s head. “You see what others do not, and that is why I love you.”
Damrod worked diligently at the laces so that Mablung’s tunic opened wider and he lightly pinched an already puckered nipple. When Mablung grunted, he grinned wickedly before moving his head to capture the offended nipple with his lips. At Mablung’s happy sigh, he moved his head again, and lapped hungrily at the other nipple until it, too, puckered. Damrod heard his lover’s heartbeat against his ear as he rubbed against the fur of his chest. Mablung’s fingers dug into his shoulders and he moved to straddle the Ranger, so that his hardening cock pressed against Mablung’s abdomen. Slowly, he slid his hips up and down, rubbing his length against his lover as he pressed their lips together, sliding their tongues against one another’s in a sensual kiss that lasted until neither could draw breath.
Moving his hands from Damrod’s shoulders to his bottom, Mablung squeezed and needed the smooth muscles, pressing Damrod hard against him even as his own hips lifted from the pallet on the floor where they slept. The familiar sweet ache in his loins made him tremble with desire that never, despite all the years they’d been together, seemed to dim. How could he begrudge his captain such as this, he thought absently as Damrod’s lips nuzzled against his jaw. He lifted the edge of Damrod’s tunic and slipped his hands beneath the fabric so that he could feel the warm skin on his fingertips and palms. With one hand moving up Damrod’s spine, Mablung allowed the other to slip beneath the waist of his leggings where he caressed the hollow space between Damrod’s cheeks. When Damrod wriggled against him, he allowed his hands to stray lower, spreading open the firm muscles and circling his finger around Damrod’s hole.
Damrod’s breathing grew more ragged as he pushed harder against his lover. He nipped and nuzzled wherever he could reach as Mablung’s hands explored his body. When fingers touched his most intimate spot, he whimpered plaintively and pushed back, inviting Mablung to spread him open.
Removing his hand, Mablung pushed his beloved into a sitting position on his stomach and, with shaking fingers, unlaced the breeches concealing the thick, hot cock. “I want you to fill my mouth,” he whispered as he slid Damrod’s leggings down around his thighs.
Creeping forward, Damrod positioned himself over Mablung’s eager mouth and rested his head on his folded arms. Almost at once, wet heat engulfed him and a slick tongue slid up and down his rigid cock. At the same time, a long finger slipped inside his passage and massaged the smooth interior muscles. A low moan escaped his throat as he felt Mablung swallow his cock, greedily sucking the thickness to the back of his throat. His thighs trembled as Mablung increased the pressure on his cock, even as his finger plunged rapidly in and out of his opening. He felt the familiar burn and fullness and then lights burst behind his eyes as Mablung reached deeper inside and brushed his tender inner nub.
Dark curls brushed Mablung’s nose and he inhaled his lover’s fragrance. He thrust a second finger deep inside Damrod and felt the way his beautiful lover trembled against him. He tasted Damrod’s essence in the back of his throat and swallowed, savoring every precious drop. He felt the way Damrod held himself rigid and, with wicked thoughts flowing rapidly through his brain, thrust a third finger inside the hot cavity.
Damrod could not hold back his pleasure as Damrod stretched him wider, all the while brushing and rubbing the sensitive spot buried deep inside. He felt his groin tighten as Mablung’s tongue performed an erotic dance up and down the underside of his cock. Long experience taught him what Mablung wanted and he gave in to his lover’s demands willingly. Carefully, he pressed his hips down, forcing himself further into Mablung’s mouth until he heard a soft grunt and then he raised his hips again. The fingers inside him curled and flexed and he lowered his hips again in response to the silent command. Soon, he developed a rhythm and slid in and out of Mablung’s mouth in time with Mablung’s fingers in his tiny opening. Sweat coated his tunic and dripped from his forehead on to his crossed arms. His breath hitched in his throat a he felt the tension building within him. And when Mablung shoved a fourth digit into his opening and stroked his balls with is thumb, Damrod growled behind his clenched teeth. With a final, violent jerk, he spilled himself into Mablung’s mouth and felt the Ranger’s mouth stretch ever wider, accommodating his width.
Hot semen spilled down his throat as Damrod’s cock twitched between his lips. Muscles clenched around his fingers, greedy and eager to hold him inside. His own cock, still trapped by the tight leggings, throbbed in time to Damrod’s movements. When Damrod lifted himself away, Mablung licked his lips and allowed his fingers to slip free. His hands shook as he reached between their bodies and found the laces of his breeches. Dimly, he was aware that Damrod had moved away from him and was working at his own boots and breeches, but his concentration focused mainly on freeing his cock and finding release for the incredible ache in his loins. Then Damrod was astride him again, kissing his swollen lips and tasting his own essence.
“Ride me,” he begged between kisses as he pulled his cock free from his leggings.
Damrod chuckled as he settled back against Mablung’s thighs. The tip of Mablung’s cock prodded his stretched opening and he thrust his hips down until he felt the first painful stretch of the barrier muscle and Mablung’s fist against his buttocks. Hands on his hips steadied him as he bore down, impaling himself on his lover’s cock. Reaching down, he placed his palms on Mablung’s chest.
“Like this?” He bounced experimentally and watched as Mablung’s eyes glazed and his lips tightened in response.
Mablung squeezed Damrod’s ass and then slapped his nether cheeks lightly. “Faster,” he commanded hoarsely.
As the sharp sting sent shivers up his spine, Damrod moved faster, using his thighs to thrust up and down on Mablung’s cock. He felt stretched beyond his limit, almost as though he were being ripped slowly in two, as Mablung pushed upwards. Sitting fully upright, Damrod threw back his head as Mablung grasped his hips and repeatedly lowered and raised himself. He felt Mablung’s cock twitching inside him, heard the soft whistle of Mablung’s breath, and his own desire returned to him again. He moaned softly, as the head of his lover’s cock touched the over sensitive nub and his cock grew immediately hard again. He paused, pressed down hard on Mablung, and stared for a long moment into his lover’s eyes.
Mablung caressed Damrod’s hips and thighs and tried not thrust his hips up as the tight inner muscles clenched and unclenched around him. One glance told him that with only a little patience, his lover would be hard again and that they could cum together if he held still a little longer. To occupy himself, he smacked first one cheek and then the other. The smacks were not hard and did not hurt, only rippled smooth flesh and brought the pliant Damrod closer to full erection.
When Damrod could be still no longer, he leaned forward, placing his palms on either side of Mablung’s head. He kissed his lovers lips, chin, cheeks, and eyes. He felt Mablung’s fingers dig into his flesh, kneading and caressing him.
“Please,” whispered Mablung whispered as he squeezed Damrod’s thighs just below his cheeks. “Hurry.”
For all that he and Mablung were opposites and sometimes, even rivals, Damrod loved the Ranger more than any other. Those soft words were a command to him and he obeyed, holding nothing back and giving as much as he took. Their cries echoed around the small room, bounced off the rock walls in waves that returned to their ears as a distant harmony. After a few moments, Mablung’s hips thrust up and he stiffened as his essence filled Damrod’s cavity. Damrod ground himself against Mablung a few times more before he, too, found release and his pearly cum slicked the hairs on Mablung’s chest and belly.
They lay still for a time, breathing heavily and listening to their joined heartbeats. At last, Damrod straightened his legs as Mablung’s cock slipped from him and he made to move away, but his lover locked him in a tight embrace and held him still.
“Not yet,” Mablung said as he kissed Damrod’s forehead.
They fell asleep and did not awake until morning.