Chapter 19
Title: The Price
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: M/P
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 19/? Part two of the wedding night. Some fun with food. ;)
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: Sex
Archive: Ask first.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.
A/N: More of Marroc will be coming. I'm not going to give away what happens. You'll have to wait and see.
Pippin sighed in content as he nuzzled Merry's chest, reaching to tweak one of the older hobbit's nipples, causing Merry to shift in his sleep. Only an hour had passed since they had made love, and the young hobbit was eager for more of his cousin's sweet caresses. Merry's eyes slowly fluttered open from the wondrous sensation spreading through his chest. He smiled sleepily at his lover, affectionately threading his fingers through the silky curls atop his head.
"Hm, up already love?" Merry chuckled. "I thought you would spent by now."
Pippin smirked. "Obviously not, Merry dear. I understand if you are tired, though. After all, you are far older than I."
Merry growled, rolling onto his cousin, gently yet firmly grabbing his arms and pinning them above his head. "I am not older by much, my mischievous one."
The young hobbit giggled and squirmed under his cousin's hold, shuddering as their erections brushed together. "Ah, whatever you say, my daft Merry."
"I ought to punish you for that remark," Merry growled playfully.
"You wouldn't harm the one you love, would you?" Pippin asked, batting his eyes innocently.
Merry chuckled and nipped at Pippin's throat. "I wouldn't harm you, my beautiful bride."
Pippin scoffed, wriggling harder to escape his cousin's grasp. "I'm not your bride!"
"What are you then?" Merry laughed, raising an eyebrow.
"Well....I don't rightly know, but I'm not your bride!" Pippin stuttered.
"Oh but you are my wonderful, delightful, fair bride," Merry teased, kissing Pippin's tense lips between each word, "and you're all mine."
Pippin giggled. "Now that part I'll agree to. I only belong to you, Merry love." The young hobbit raised his hips, rubbing his bottom against Merry's hard cock. "Now, claim me again darling."
"I think not," Merry replied, pulling away. "I still have to punish you yet." He chuckled softly at his cousin's widening eyes. "Don't fear, darling. I would never harm you. I love you. You believe me, don't you?"
A grin formed on Pippin's face. "Of course Merry."
Merry leaned forward, roughly pressing his lips to Pippin's, prying his teeth through the silky skin and delicately swiping it over the lad's teeth, silently asking permission to enter. Pippin mewled and opened his mouth, catching Merry off guard as the young hobbit plunged his tongue inside his mouth. A groan came from Merry as they dueled with one another before reluctantly pulling away, sliding his tongue down Pippin's neck, chest, and continuing further down, leaving a wet trail that shined in the firelight. The young hobbit was wiggling, whimpering as hot breath blew over his growing erection, making Pippin involuntarily buck his hips.
"Patience, lovely," Merry snickered, rising to his knees.
Pippin propped himself up on his elbows, glaring up at Merry. "What are you up to?"
Merry smirked and grabbed Pippin's right foot, threading his fingers through the prickly hair before starting to massage the soft skin. The young hobbit mewled in satisfaction and relaxed against the mattress, sighing softly at the ticklish sensation coursing through his foot. His body jolted in surprise as Merry used his other hand to cup the lad's soft sac, kneading it gently, teasingly. Pippin clung to the downy sheets as perspiration broke out over his brow at the intense pleasure welling up inside his body. Merry continued his slow ministrations, causing Pippin's cries to intensify. The ache in Merry's cock was overwhelming, but he would wait to satisfy his needs.
Gradually, he lowered one of his fingers, dipping the digit between Pippin's cheeks, searching for the tight entrance. Pippin groaned in anticipation, only to let out a growl as the finger slipped away.
"Merry, please," Pippin begged, thrashing his head hard on the pillows.
"Ah, ah, darling one," Merry laughed. "I said I would punish you, and I aim to fulfil my vow."
"Tis torture though!" Pippin wailed, bucking his hips harder to get more contact, only to have Merry soften his caresses further.
"A sweet one no doubt," Merry replied.
The young hobbit scrambled up and pressed his lips brutally against Merry, making the older hobbit gasp in shock. He desperately yanked on Merry's hips until they were crushed to his, bringing their throbbing cocks together in a delicious friction. His Pippin was full of passion and surprises.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just please take me," Pippin whined, tugging at Merry until the older hobbit was atop him. "Make love to me. I do not want wait any longer."
Merry leaned down, brushing his lips over Pippin's. "You'll have no choice but to wait."
Shock contorted over Pippin's face at Merry's reply. Why was his cousin being so cruel? He wanted to voice his distaste but Merry plopped off the bed and headed out the door before Pippin could say a word. The lad was tempted to follow, though his instinct was telling him to stay put. There was a soft sound of scuttling feet in the next room, and the clicking noise of a closing door in the pantry followed. The footsteps grew louder, and Merry stepped through the archway carrying a small tray of what appeared to be a bowl of cream and a bowl of strawberries.
"You're thinking of eating at a time like this?!" Pippin snapped.
"Oh, but you'll enjoy this love," Merry chided, setting the tray on the bedside, moving to nestle next to Pippin. "Do you know what type of cream this is?" Pippin shook his head. "It's sweet cream that Sam made specially for us, and I thought it should be saved for a wonderful occasion, such as this. I tried a bit earlier, and I must say, it is quite delicious. Would you care to try some?"
"Yes," Pippin whispered hoarsely.
Delicately, Merry traced his fingertip over the white frosting, collecting a generous portion before positioning it near Pippin's lips. The young hobbit wrapped his lips over the tip of Merry's finger, swirling his tongue to lick away the sweet cream, bobbing his head down to get more of the delicious treat. Breathing had become ragged for Merry, who was caught up in the sight and feel of his cousin's mouth enveloping his digit. He was tempted to push his cousin onto the bed and pound into him mercilessly. It was a temptation becoming more difficult to resist.
Merry hesitantly drew his finger away and plucked one of the strawberries from the blue bowl, dipping into the container of cream, twirling it around until half of it was coated in white. Pippin eagerly opened his mouth as the fruit came near his lips, mumbling in disdain as Merry pulled away, placing half the strawberry in his mouth, leaving the other half to dangle out. Then, the young hobbit hobbit grinned mischievously and leaned forward, taking the other half of the fruit between his lips, cautiously avoiding biting his cousin's lips as he sank his teeth into the treat, relishing the sweet tang of juices that enveloped his tongue. Once the strawberry was swallowed, Pippin thrust his tongue into Merry's willing mouth, moaning in delight at the sugary tang that remained. Merry returned the kiss with his own passion and suppressed a wicked grin.
A loud yelp came from Pippin as something cool splattered over his cock and inner thighs. Gazing down, he found that Merry had dumped the cream on him. The young Took scowled and slapped Merry's shoulder hard as the older hobbit broke out in fits of giggles.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Pippin growled. "You wasted perfectly good cream! Now I'll have to clean myself up!"
Merry crawled off the bed and urged Pippin to the edge as he knelt next to his cousin's legs. "Believe me, Pip, it isn't a waste at all, and I think I shall be the one to clean it off."
Pippin's emerald eyes grew wide as Merry lightly eased his legs apart, kneeling in between as he glided his tongue over the young hobbit's soft thighs, lapping away the cream. The lad clenched his eyes shut as Merry's warm, wet tongue inched closer and closer to his cock. He tangled his fingers in Merry's silky curls as the hot mouth swallowed him whole, licking and sucking the pulsing flesh, twirling his tongue around the rosy head. Pleasure mounted in his throbbing member, creating a pooling warmth in his belly. His entire frame was quivering violently as he neared completion.
"Merry, Merry," Pippin chanted between ragged breaths. "Please, oh, please let me this time.....please...."
Merry chuckled, withdrew his mouth, and gave a final kiss to Pippin's shaft. "Do you want me, Pip?" He pushed Pippin onto his back, pressing the lad's legs to his chest, giving him access to his puckered entrance. "Do you need me?"
"Oh, yes!" Pippin wailed, gritting his teeth as Merry's cock pressed against his opening. "No more teasing Merry! Please, make love to me!"
One, two, and three fingers were soon stretching him at an agonizingly slow pace. The young hobbit was writhing on the sheets, sweat dripping down his brow as he fought hard to hold his approaching climax.
"Please, be inside me," Pippin pleaded. "I can't hold on much longer, love." The digits pulled out, and Pippin spun around, positioning himself on his hands and knees, tilting his head to glance back at Merry with a wry smile. "Will you?"
"Yes, darling," Merry answered huskily, easing his cock into the tight ring of muscles.
There was pressure, and Pippin bit his lip as his opening was breached, and Merry's cock slid all the way in, creating a slight burning sensation. Pippin whimpered at the pain and buried his head into the soft sheets. Gentle hands were soon rubbing his back and soft kisses rained over his shoulder blades.
"Darling, does it hurt much?" Merry asked.
"Just a bit," Pippin answered, sniffling a bit, "and don't you dare start apologizing! It's not your fault!"
"Damn that Marroc," Merry muttered to himself. "How could he harm Pippin in such a way?"
"What was that?" Pippin inquired.
"Nothing, love," Merry stuttered. "Does it feel better?"
Pippin nodded, and Merry took that as his cue to start moving. Slowly and carefully as he could, Merry pulled out and thrust back in, smiling as Pippin let out a content moan. The older hobbit gripped Pippin's hips, cautious not to dig his fingernails into the delicate flesh, and bent his left leg to rest on the bed while he left the right leg planted on the wood floor, giving him better leverage. Pippin was quickly rocking against his cousin's thrusts, trying to create a faster rhythm.
Merry was enthralled at the beauty before him. Droplets of perspiration were collecting all over Pippin's back, gleaming lightly from the crackling flames of the hearth, and his head was thrown back, curls matted from sweat, and mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as his eyes clenched shut. However, Merry wasn't satisfied with the current position. He wanted to be able to kiss and touch his young lover more.
A frown formed on Pippin's face as Merry completely pulled out of him, ceasing the wondrous pleasure that had been overtaking him. Before he could protest, Pippin found himself rolled onto his side with Merry spooned in behind him. The older hobbit kicked aside the tray, not caring that it crashed to the floor, breaking both bowls and spilling the remainder of food everywhere. Pippin giggled, which turned to a groan as Merry's hand wrapped around his weeping cock, pumping it as he rubbed his cock over Pippin's entrance, though he made no effort to penetrate the tight heat.
"Merry," Pippin grumbled, growing tired of the constant teasing.
"How bad do you need me, Pip?" Merry whispered against the lad's ear, nipping at the tip.
"So bad, Merry," Pippin whimpered, rolling his hips over Merry's member, attempting to get his cock to enter him. "I feel so empty without you. Please, come back inside me."
Merry released Pippin's cock and hooked his arm under Pippin's knee, lifting his leg off the mattress until it was pressed against his chest. A shrill scream echoed in the room as Merry slammed his member back inside Pippin's body. At first Merry was petrified that he had hurt his love, but Pippin was quickly pushing back to meet his cousin's thrusts in heated urgency. Pippin's hand was digging painfully into his buttocks, urging him to pound harder, and Merry was happy to comply. The older hobbit leaned his head down to kiss Pippin's knee, which was bumping roughly into the lad's chest from Merry's near savage thrusts. This intensified Pippin's cries until he was screaming again despite the pain in his throat. He would probably be hoarse later, but he didn't care. Merry's cock was pounding relentlessly over his sweet spot.
"Oh, Merry, yes!" Pippin screeched as the pleasure grew. "Yes! Yes! Oh, yes! Please, harder love! Harder! Harder! Oh....Oh....Oh, darling!"
"I love you, Pip!" Merry snarled as lust clouded over him. "Oh, you feel so good! So tight! So hot! Darling love!"
"Merry! Merry!" Pippin screamed. "I'm close! Please! Oh yes! I love you as well!" Merry was pumping violently into him, nearly jarring his head into the wooden board. There was an ache growing in his bent leg, but it didn't matter for he was drowning in ecstasy. "Oh....I.....love.....you! Merry!!!"
The young hobbit's member spurted milky fluid as orgasm washed over him, leaving a trembling heap from after shocks. The passage clamped down on Merry's cock with a vice-like grip, making him come with a shout, calling out his lover's name. The older hobbit's head collapsed on the pillow, and Pippin's head turned, brushing his lips over Merry's. For a time they sweetly kissed.
"Hm, if that was your idea of a punishment then I'll have to tease you more often," Pippin giggled.
Merry hugged his form close. "So, it was good for you too sweet one?"
"Oh, yes," Pippin answered, patting Merry's cheek. "It was very wonderful."
The two soon drifted off into sleep, nestled in each other's arms in a sticky bed.
To be continued.
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