Firelight
Title: Firelight
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: M/P
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Merry is trying to sleep,
but Pippin is feeling a little frisky.
Pippin is in for a surprise.
Feedback: Please.
Warnings: Graphic sex.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to
Tolkien.
Pippin grumbled as he stirred in the
soft, feather bed. It was the middle
of the night, and he couldn't fall
asleep. For a while, he laid there,
bored, contemplating what mischief he
could cause to pass the time. A smirk
grew on his face as he turned his
gaze to Merry. The older hobbit was
sound asleep, but Pippin had a plan to
remedy that.
The hobbit turned on his side, extending
a hand, trailing it across the rising
chest before him. He slipped a hand
under the front of the shirt, grazing
his fingertips over hardening nipples.
Using his other hand, Pippin slid it
down, slipping under Merry's cotton
nightshirt, playfully, yet roughly,
griping his cousin's member.
"Wh–?!" Merry gasped, jolting from
his sleep. "Oi, Pip, what are you
doing?!" He reached under the sheet,
and swatted at his cousin's hand,
eliciting a sharp yelp. "Stop that!"
Pippin pouted, rubbing at his hand,
"Aw, but I'm bored Merry."
Merry scowled, "Well, do you want to
know what's really fun? Sleep. I
suggest you do it, before I throw
you out of this bed, Peregrin Took."
The older hobbit rolled on his side,
shutting his eyes. Pippin inched
forward, rubbing against his cousin's
back, moving the other's curly hair
aside to kiss at the exposed neck.
"I can't sleep, though," Pippin
murmured in between kisses. "Why do
you have to be so grouchy about it?"
"I'm grouchy because I'm tired,
Pippin," Merry replied, trying to
shake his cousin off. "Look, I
promise I'll return your affections
in the morning, but not now. I'm so
weary."
"Liar," Pippin hissed, nibbling on
Merry's ear.
Pippin reached back down, finding his
cousin's member still hard. Merry let
out a soft moan as Pippin's hand
circled his flesh, moving up and down
at an agonizingly slow pace. A groan
of protest came from Merry as the
silky hand left him, and the warm
body scooted away. Merry rolled
over, glaring down at his cousin,
who was on his side, facing away
from Merry.
"Why did you stop?" Merry growled.
"I think you're right," Pippin said,
faking a yawn. "It's late, and you're
tired. We probably should get to bed
if we expect to get up in the morning.
Goodnight, Merry."
The younger hobbit let out a
startled gasp as he was violently
spun onto his back. Before he could
wriggle away, Merry quickly lowered
his full weight, trapping the hobbit
underneath. Pippin fought to keep
back a smile, but was soon giving
off squeaks of laughter that he was
trying to stifle.
"What's so funny?" Merry inquired,
his voice husky.
"You are," Pippin snickered. "I thought
you said you were tired?"
"Well, it seems you've managed to
wake me up," Merry murmured, a tint
glowing in his eyes.
"Oh, are you going to punish me?"
Pippin taunted. "What do you have
planned? Taking me over your knee?"
Merry smirked before lowering his
head, capturing Pippin's lips in a
brutal kiss. Pippin was taken back
by Merry's rough action, but found
himself responding to it nonetheless.
He whimpered, opening his mouth to
allow his cousin's tongue to thrust
in. Merry's hips began to grind into
Pippin's pelvis, causing his own
member to become hardened.
Sweat beaded on Pippin's brow, and
he struggled to remove his nightshirt,
suddenly becoming very overheated.
He gave a startled squeak as rough
hands grasped the shirt, tugging it
over his head, but leaving it tightly
wrapped around his wrists. His hands
were forced over his head, and he
gazed up at Merry, who was bearing a
wide grin as he tied the fabric
around the bed post. Pippin strained
against the bonds, but his wrists
were too tangled in the shirt to
remove them.
"Merry, what are you doing?" Pippin
whimpered, becoming uneasy.
The hobbit grinned, lowering himself
back on to the quivering form beneath.
"Punishing you; what else would I be
doing?"
Pippin opened his mouth to protest,
but was instantly silenced when
Merry plunged his tongue into the
tiny mouth. The hobbit shuddered,
pushing his tongue against Merry's.
Any fear in Pippin's mind had
evaporated. Why should he be afraid?
It was silly. Merry would never hurt
him. He mewled as his cousin's finger
traced over his growing erection, a
light, teasing touch.
"Merry, please," Pippin begged,
straining under the bonds. He was
close now, and it felt as if he
would explode. "Oh, please."
Merry laughed, drawing his hand
away. The younger hobbit groaned
at the loss, but soon let out a
strangled yelp as a finger pushed
into his tight passage. A burning
sensation coursed through his lower
region, making him grit his teeth,
and squirm to get away from the
intrusive digit.
"Relax, my beautiful Took," Merry
whispered, pressing a gentle,
apologetic kiss on the trembling
lips. "Just relax a bit. I don't
want to hurt you." A smile grew on
his face as he caressed Pippin's
cheek. "I want this `punishment' to
be pleasurable for the both of us."
Pippin took in a slow breath, forcing
his muscles to relax. Another finger
slipped in, stretching the heated
passage. The hobbit panted as the
digits brushed against his sweet spot,
sending a wave of pleasure shooting
up his body. His cock was throbbing
unbearably, and he was close to coming.
The fingers left slid out his entrance,
making him quiver at the feeling of
being empty, though something harder
and wetter replaced them.
"Tell me what you want Pippin," Merry
growled, gliding the tip of his
erection across Pippin's hole.
The teasing friction drove the hobbit
wild. He was in unbelievable pain,
greatly needing release. It felt as if
his entire lower region would burst if
Merry didn't relieve him. "Oh, please,
Merry," Pippin pleaded.
"Please what?" Merry hissed, thrusting
hard, but still not penetrating.
"Take me Merry!" Pippin cried, tears
spilling down his cheeks. "Please, take
me!"
At that Merry slowly slid into Pippin's
passage, gasping at the exquisite heat
that surrounded his member. Pippin
sobbed as Merry began to thrust in and
out.
"Am I hurting you?" Merry asked.
"No, just don't stop," Pippin
stuttered. "Please....I need....."
Merry seemed to understand Pippin's
plea. He wrapped his hand around
Pippin's aroused member, jerking it
in rhythm to his thrusts. Pippin
cried out, bucking, gasping,
encouraging his lover to increase
the pace, each thrust striking the
spot that created spasms of ecstasy.
The hobbit pumped frantically into
the tight passage, clenching his
teeth as his seed spilled out,
shuddering as pleasure spread
through his body.
He gently pulled out, knelt between
his cousin's shaking thighs, and
took Pippin into his mouth, sucking
and stroking the engorged member.
Tears seeped down Pippin's chin and
moaned audibly at the warm wetness
closing around his aching cock. His
dark, brown curls stuck to his forehead
in a sticky mess from the sweat
tricking down. He wanted to touch
Merry so much, to run his hands
through his cousin's silky curls,
but it was impossible, and he could
only squirm under the erotic torture,
gripping at the fabric around his
hands. It wasn't long before he was
sobbing Merry's name as he came,
sighing in content from the sweet
release.
He let out another groan as Merry
delicately caught his lower lip
between his teeth. Pippin shifted
in the bed as Merry gradually
untangled his hands from the
nightshirt.
"Are you alright?" Merry asked,
gazing over his cousin in concern.
"A little sore," Pippin replied,
rubbing at his reddened wrists,
"but other than that I'm fine." A
sneer formed on his face. "I must
say, Merry, I rather enjoyed that
punishment, if you could even call
it that."
"I thought you would," Merry
chuckled, holding his cousin in a
tight embrace. "You didn't really
expect me to harm you, did you?"
Pippin frowned, "You had me
frightened for a moment with that
shirt stunt, but no, I guess. You
just took me by surprise is all."
He placed a warm kiss on Merry's
lips. "I must admit, I did relish
it after becoming used to it. I'll
have to annoy you more often."
Merry laughed and kissed his
cousin's head, nuzzling the soft
curls. "Will you be able to sleep
now? Pippin?" He tilted his head,
finding Pippin's eyes shut and his
chest slowly rising up and down.
"Unbelievable."
The hobbit gave another laugh
before drifting off himself, arms
still woven protectively around
his love.
End
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