They were drowsing, warm, arms and legs entwined; Aragorn’s cheek rested on Boromir’s breast, Boromir’s arm draped over his shoulder. If he blew gently on Boromir’s skin, Boromir would growl deep in his chest. Aragorn thought on.
Fine as it was to make his lion purr, eventually he must rouse Boromir to a more terrible retribution. Then a neatly-rounded nail would seek out and brush his nipple, the softest of tickles that would become an itch that his golden tormentor would refuse to scratch, the itch would deepen to a dull throb and suddenly Aragorn would need more, much more.
Summary: Aragorn plots his pleasure
Rated: PG-13
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 104 Read: 650
Published: 03 Jul 2011 Updated: 03 Jul 2011
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