crossposted to intershards.
Frodo and Eomer were bored and went adventuring. Or well actually they interrupted a conversation between two other pups that were not part of either one of their games. LJ's Elronds Brothel meets DJ's New_Age_Arda. What happens when you take some strange muns and mix in a bit of insanity, a little horse play, a little Nc-17; and a little bit of fun.
lj user="those_eyes" Frodo
dj user="against_the_bit" Eomer
Eomer!mun : brb
Frodo!mun : k
Frodo!mun : twiddles thumbs
Eomer!mun : *puts up iconses*
Frodo!mun : ah.. fun where at?
Eomer!mun : my personal lj. I caved and bought the extra pics
Frodo!mun : heh.. i got them as a birthday prezzie
Eomer!mun : oo fun
Frodo!mun : i will prob. have to keep them now.. i love them all
Eomer!mun : hehe. I’m putting up a lot of my character icons that I retired from their games
Eomer!mun : my Eomer is very pleased
Frodo!mun : oh hurray <3
Eomer!mun : *kicks Eomer* brat
Eomer: Considering that I’m in a wheelchair right now..
Frodo: Climbs onto your lap.. can we go for a ride?
Eomer: *eyes* I suppose. It’s not the same as Firefoot though. Jumping...*far away look*
Frodo: Horses are too big. Prefer the lap.
Eomer: I can see your point *nods, and wheels forward a little* That would have to be a pain. It would be even worse than the beginer class that they made me teach once *shudders* Children...Bema....
Frodo: Bema?
Eomer: Orome. Kind of the patron Vala of Rohan
Frodo: Oh. I see. Like say "By Elbereth!" when the kids and birds steal into the strawberry patch.
Eomer: *nods*
Eomer!mun : Its sad. I actually HAVE said Oh Bema in my real life
Frodo!mun :*blushes* *hides under the desk.
Eomer!mun : lol i play too many pups connected to the mark
Frodo!mun : I had at one point in time four shire pups. 3 hobbits and an half-elf
Eomer!mun : oo wow
Eomer!mun : I once had Eomer, Theoden and Theodred in the same game
Eomer!mun : and random rider npcs
Frodo: your wheels stopped moving
Eomer: You're right. My mun was ignoring me. *continues wheeling* Better?
Eomer!mun :Im more shocked that you're being civil to someone
Eomer: Its a Frodo.
Eomer: Im not going to be rude to a Frodo.
Frodo: Much better. *grins at your mun* Being uncivilized can be fun. especially with an agreeable hobbit on your lap. We could go terrorize Wyn and look up her skirts.
Eomer*laughs* Mine would KILL me. She fences. She's evil.
Frodo: *chuckles* the Wyn I knew nearly killed me a time or too.. Trust me the movie had her cooking skills perfect.
Frodo: but then.. i couldn't cook either so it made great fun in the kitchen
Eomer!mun : *laughs* I had an Eowyn for a few months once. She tried to make brownies once
Eomer: Dont remind me of that THING mun .
Eomer!mun : She was a werewolf actually. Looong story
Frodo: *nods* *Pets the werewarg* Cooking with Wyn was fun. We nearly destroyed Elronds kitchen on several occasions
Eomer*laughs* Thats great.
Frodo: So do you miss riding the horses?
Eomer: Gods yes. More than I can even say. I used to be headed to the Olympics before this *indicates his leg* happened. Riding accident ironically. Still, maybe I'll get some of it back.
Frodo: *strokes your leg gently* what did you do to it?
Eomer: Firefoot and I were jumping actually. We were just coming off the best round we'd ever had...would have won the event until a speaker backfired and he spooked. Fell on me. I guess all things considered I'm lucky to be alive.
Frodo: *nods* I would be a pancake if a horse landed on me.. Will you be able to use it again? Or will you always be trapped in this contraption
Eomer: They had to put in a new joint actually. I've been to therapy. Can walk about two feet now. My therapist is a drag though. The man's an idiot.
Frodo: You could lean on me. I would help you.
Frodo: what is a drag? and why is he an idiot?
Eomer: A real pain. And believe me if you were in a room with Beren Erchamion for more than five minutes...*headshake* He used to be doped up on Prozac and insanely cheerful. THEN he got a new mun and dumped the antidepressants so now he's just a bastard.
Frodo: *nodding without a clue as to what you said, deciding it must be rohirrim speech* I could help you. You wouldn't have to take very large steps with a hobbit. *grins* I could help you settle into bed.
Eomer: *cant help but grin back. being the utter slut that he is* Mm that could be fun.
Frodo: *grins* Besides I wouldn't hurt your.. leg.. if I was in your bed.
Eomer: Very true *grins back*
Eomer: Shall we?
Frodo: *chuckles* yes.
Frodo: are you sure you can walk that far?
Eomer: Hmm if you help me.
Frodo: *Climbs down off your lap* I can do that. You can lean on me. I'm not fragile you know.
Eomer*standing up slowly, balancing weight on good leg and coming over to lean on you a bit* Thank you. And no Im sure you're very strong indeed. *smirks a little*
Frodo: *smiles ..sighs* some people treat me as though I am going to break. *helps you slide your bad leg across the floor* does it hurt when you use it?
Eomer: Not for short enough distances...I'm getting used to it..*wobbles a bit* Somewhat... I did try to ride a while ago. THAT hurt.
Frodo: *tightens my arm around your hips to steady you* I'll say it would with a new joint *grins* does the thera-pissed massage it for you.
Eomer: Not very often. Mostly I get bitched at about my attitude now.
Frodo: cause you get all gruff and cranky? Cousin Bilbo said that just goes to show others that you are healing.
Eomer: Actually Diva is the word that's been used.
Eomer: But its not that much a change. I was a bastard before the accident too.
Frodo: *helps you sit onto the bed, starts to pull off one of your boots* Is that the name of another Rohirrim God? *chuckles* we all have our moments
Eomer*laughs* I'm the worst character in my game. I've beaten people up in walmart
Frodo *snorts in laughter, pulls off the boot off your good leg first* They shouldn't have been behind the wall then.
Eomer: *deciding to ignore language inconsistency. Figures its a shire thing* Right under the CD rack...He deserved it. Called me a hick.
Frodo: *begins to work in the second boot* Ah so you were in the grainery then, the man shouldn't have been under your seedy rack. And he had no call to you any sort of name *gently pulls this boot off*
Eomer*grits teeth then relaxes as it comes off* Thank you. Bad thing was...I got arrested for that. And banned from coming back. And of course my Uncle didn't post bail.
Frodo: You are most welcome. *Lifts your leg* Now we'll just swing it onto the bed with the other. *grins* I am sorry to hear that your uncle didn't help bail you out. I would like to think Bilbo would have helped me out if I would have gotten into trouble. Though we don't fight very often in the Shire. *grins* Just keep out of an arrow's or a slings reach.
Eomer*swings up onto the bed* Well its more that I'd done it so often...
Frodo: *climbs up onto the bed after you* Well that's part of being young and impetuous. *begins to massage the muscles in the upper part of your sore leg *
Eomer: I kind of miss those days...*smiling and leaning into your massage* That feels so good. Thank you
Frodo: *grins* Don't we all. I've had practice both giving and getting massages. *pressing into the muscle* It helps to stimulate the blood flow. *undoing the strings that hold your breeks together* to the extremities.
Eomer: Ah yes *grinning* Stimulating the blood flow...
Frodo: *grins down at you* But you have all these damb clothes on. *untucks your shirt and begins tugging on the legs of your breeks.* It is difficult to give a proper massage when you are dressed.
Frodo!mun : eee and i saw your unicorn got a chance to run at the ocean.. *hee* i love the blushing pup
Eomer!mun : ehehe hes so CUTE
Frodo!mun : yes he is <3 what a little treasure. <3
Eomer!mun : Paris*snuggles*
Eomer!mun : Paris: Viggo, Halbarad and I are the nice ones
Frodo!mun : I liked your wee eomer with frodo <3
Frodo!mun : Elijah: And I like your bookstore keeper
Eomer!mun : That Eomer was NOT a nice pup. At all.
Frodo: He was nice to me :)
Eomer*smiles at him* Because you were nice to me. And didnt treat me like I was someone's problem child
Frodo: *G* when your raised in a household of a couple hundred brandybucks, even the problem children can be fun
Eomer*smiles* see everyone in my game hated me.
Eomer!mun : they TRIED to be nice to you
Eomer: As they acted like I was three
Frodo: I hate when they try to treat you like a stainglass window.
Eomer: or that
Eomer: My cousin is GREAT for that
Frodo: who .. theodred?
Frodo: treated you like stain glass.. or was treated like stainglass
Eomer: Treated me like stain glass. After the accident
Frodo: oh.. *nods* but that doesn't help keep your legs from atrophying
Eomer: No it didn’t. *sighs* They tried to keep me from Firefoot.
Frodo: *crawls up on your bed* For someone who is very close to horses that must have bothered you. I rode a horse once.
Eomer*cuddles* It was like I'd lost my entire life... Aren't they the greatest?
Frodo *lays comfortably in your arms* Well actually I liked it but as i said before they are rather big. We just have small shaggy ponies in the shire.
Eomer: they sound wonderful *smiles*
Frodo: *snuggles down in your arms tracing light trails on the skin between your breeks and shirt* I'd like to see your Firefoot one day.
Eomer*strokes your hair* That would be great. You'll have to come out to the stables. *happy sigh*
Frodo: *undoes a button or two* I would definately go into the stables with you. I could feed your horse an apple. Though I might have to steal it from Merry. Would you give me a ride too? I promise not to tell Theodred and have you get in to trouble.
Eomer: That would be great. And I dont think he would care now. We currently aren't speaking...Again.
Frodo: *runs my fingers up your shirt* I don't think I have ever ..not.. talked to my muns other pups. someone has to keep them in line..
Eomer: Thats your job then? *smiles* In our head it falls to Halbarad and Viggo.
Frodo: *Sighs* Yeah our game had kind of slow down when pups got scattered all over ME. And recently we had a new elronds hall opened up. *grins* I maybe small but i keep the other pups in line. Well except Elijah, he talks to much.
Eomer*laughs* He should meet Ian. Actually thats a scary idea
Frodo: *unbuttons the rest of your buttons since your not complaining about it, traces the light battle scars.* Ian Hughes? Why would that be is that a scary idea?
Eomer: *reaching to remove your shirt* Because he's too hyper for his own good.
Frodo: By Elbereth two hyper pups in the same proximity? That would be unsanity. *unbluckles your breeks* The muns would have a field day.. so what did he see in the mirror?
Frodo: *slips your shirt the rest of the way off* The scars look like one of Bilbo's treasure maps. *grins* Will i find the treasure if my fingers follow it?
Eomer: *grins back at you* Why not find out?
Frodo: *Pushes you until you lie on your back and climbs on top of you* Actually I think I will follow the trails with my lips instead of my fingers.
Eomer*shivers* I think I like that idea even better
Frodo *Sneaks into your window, nuzzles your Eomer's neck* How did you get a scar on your neck back here?
Eomer: Ah that one...*tries to remember* I Think *Snuggle* I got that one when Erchirion and I ran into each other at nationals two years ago after we were tied for first...Who knew she had concealed weapons?
Frodo: *Sits on your bared back* That wasn't very fair of her. *lightly nips along the scar following it down to your shoulder* you have bunches of them.
Eomer: We don't get along *laughs* To put it mildly we *Squirms*
Frodo: Obviously you don't. *tracing the scar marks with a light fingertip* How many of these came from her. *follows one down to your tail bone, and then continues on over your ass*
Eomer: About *low moan, and kisses you* Eight of those, one or every year since she entered the circuit...admittedly about half were deserved...I'm an ass when I'm a at shows *nibbles your ear* but still...
Frodo: It's the thrill of the competition. *trails my lips just barely touching over yours*
Eomer*presses lips harder against yours* Yes competition...
Frodo: *tangles my fingers into your hair and forces my tongue between your lips* but .. the prize.. must be.. worth it
Eomer: *Meeting your tongue and twining it around mine* It..always...is...
Frodo: *Groaning as you deepen the kiss. My fingers tighten in your hair pulling lightly*
Eomer: *continuing to twirl my tongue around yours, my hand slips towards your chest, stroking lightly.*
Frodo: *my heartbeat racing as your hands move about my chest. I have to remember at some point to breathe, I feel your cock hardening against me, knowing mine is doing the same.*
Eomer: *my erection brushes against you as I claim your lips once more.*
Frodo: * I widen my legs over your lap as I lean into your body, feeling the heat of your lips soaking into mine.*
Frodo: *grins and nibbles on your lip* I don't break by the way.
Eomer*grins back a bit nervously* I don’t want to hurt you or anything...there were no hobbits in my game so I never got the chance to meet any
Frodo: *kisses you* I was wondering. You seem to pause or to pull back at the most inopportune times. Just think of me.. well.. as just one of your newer esquires.. Granted a new esquire with a lot more experience.
Eomer*Esquires....thinks for a minute, chalks it up to stable boy and grins* That I can do. *Pulls you against me again, tightly.
Frodo: *pinches your nipples and twists them slightly*
Eomer*Moans and slips a hand into your pants*
Frodo: *Whispers in your ear* do you have any saffron oil
Frodo!mun : [frodo: hee.. of course tease the brothers.. you should see when elijah or sean get laid.. its like neener neener from one to the other]
Eomer!mun : (XD yes)
Eomer!mun : (Viggo is bad with that)
Eomer!mun : (Viggo: Its not my fault I get the most sex)
Eomer!mun : (LeeLee*looks over from her game* Whore)
Eomer!mun : (Viggo: Crossdresser)
Frodo!mun : [frodo: watches amused]
Eomer*reaches into drawer and pulls out lube* I have something even better
Frodo: *presses against you as you move* Oh? better then saffron oil? Do tell or share. The only thing I have seen better is jasmine oil but that is a rare find.
Eomer*grins* Welcome to my century.
Frodo: *chuckles* Doesn't Rohan share the same calendar as the Shire. Well wait. no.. no one shares the same calendar as the Shire. We are odd that way. Has to do with The crossing of the brandywine.. *Stops talking when you press your lips again to mine to mute the Hobbit ramble that had suddenly came spilling forth. Any more thoughts of the shire forgotten as my hand reaches down to stroke your cock.*
Eomer: Calendars yes but not ages. It is a strange thing...*pausing as you stroke and cupping your balls while using my other hand to shove down your pants.* Its a long story.
Frodo: oh I like tales.. *helps to wriggle out of my breeks while still kissing you, suddenly made speechless as you cup my balls* ..aye..
Eomer: Time enough for those later I think *pulling your pants completely off and taking hold of your cock.*
Frodo: Aye.. *kissing you again.. agreeable to anything at the moment*
Eomer*Stroking along the head of your cock and kissing you*
Frodo: Eomer.. *Head spinning. Both my hands tighten around your cock as I lean into your kisses.* by elbereth.. You make me ache.
Eomer: Frodo...*claiming your lips in a desperate, hot kiss and stroking harder*
Frodo: *gasping for breath, and unable to keep still now as your hand works its magic over my cock. I feed upon your lips with an undeniable hunger*
Frodo: Your hand quickens and my eyes clench shut. Lips parted, my hands rest upon your shoulders.
Eomer*nipping your neck, I move to squeeze your cock hard with my other hand in time with the stroking.*
Frodo: *I gasp at the sensation. The burr of motion, arousing me to the point where my mind blanks of thought. My head tilts back to feel the lighter nips upon my neck. My breath ragged and my voice gone...by the gods..* eomer... soon.
Eomer: Soon hmm? *smirking and continuing to tease you, then suddenly nipping sharply at your neck again..*
Frodo: *my fingers tighten their grip into your shoulders, as if I am holding on for dear life, and I am.. trying to hold out.. to let it last.. but the sudden bite undoes it for me.. I cry out as I come blushing and so soon in your expert hands.*
Eomer: Mmm did you enjoy that Frodo? *licking my hands clean then pulling you against me for another kiss*
Frodo: mmm.. *leaning into your kiss, my body wonderfully trembly* very .. much so..
Eomer: Good...*licks your ear * Very good...
Frodo: *humming with pleasure into your shoulder.. My hand reaches down to lightly tease the head of your cock* yes.. you are..
Eomer: *squirms against you* mmm and you seem to be very good yourself
Frodo: Do you have your oil still handy?
Eomer: That I do *takes out the lube again*
Frodo: *grins and puts some of it on my fingers and runs it down your shaft, deliciously lipping the lobe of your ear, whispering softly* I am not fragile Eomer. *with that I spread some of it onto your fingertips*
Eomer: *smirks suddenly* So you wish a riding exhibition?
Frodo: *laughing out loud* Well I got to ride in your rolling chair.. why not your rolling lap too.
Frodo: My lips tease over his shoulder and with light fingers I run over his shaft.. teasing the velvet skin. spreading the oil.. no he called it lube.. letting it warm with my fingers onto his flesh.. My body was hot against his wanting his fingers and then his cock inside of me..*
Eomer: Frodo...*writhing against you as the heat in my groin increases* Need you..now...*gasps*
Frodo: *lean up and lightly kisses * yes.. I want you.. inside me too.
Eomer: Yesss, *reaching behind you, my already slick fingers slide into you now, searching*
Frodo: *gasping as your fingers run over my ass and then enter me. The feel of the oil covering them adding to the warming sensations* ah.. by elbereth.. that feels good
Eomer: Anything to please...*wriggling my fingers around a bit more, then slipping in another.*
Frodo: *sighing with pleasure, my eyes shut, i feel my body melting against yours, a soft whimper of need escapes and whispers about your ear*
Eomer*slowly removing my fingers, then positioning myself behind you, moving slowly, still cautious*
Frodo: *notices again your briefest of hesitations, biting my lip in concentration only and rocking back lightly onto your head. Pausing momentarily to get use to the size, before I nod* Yes.. now..
Eomer:*Are you sure, I want to ask, still afraid, but begin entering ever so slowly and then once I am in, forgetting all my worries, rocking back and forth inside you*
Frodo: *sighing softly into the feel of you inside me.. the heat of your thrust, and the gentleness of your strokes adding to my pleasure.*
Eomer: *slowly increasing speed as I grow used to you.* Mmm Frodo...
Frodo: *kisses your shoulder lightly and moans softly into your shoulder, my hands tangle into you hair seeking for something to hang onto*
Eomer: Frodo..*gasping as I feel myself nearing completion and rock faster until I spill into you.*
Frodo: *Crying out softly as I feel you come, my body still rocking onto yours to absorb a much as i can of you inside me, finally unable to move* sweet.. elbererth.. that was wonderful.. *kissing you lightly* See.. not breakable at all.
Eomer*kisses you back* mmm not at all. *grins* We need to do this again I think
Frodo: Yes.. *snuzzles up to you and grins* Make sure we get it right and all that..
Eomer: Of course *nuzzles*
lj user="those_eyes" Frodo
dj user="against_the_bit" Eomer
Eomer!mun : brb
Frodo!mun : k
Frodo!mun : twiddles thumbs
Eomer!mun : *puts up iconses*
Frodo!mun : ah.. fun where at?
Eomer!mun : my personal lj. I caved and bought the extra pics
Frodo!mun : heh.. i got them as a birthday prezzie
Eomer!mun : oo fun
Frodo!mun : i will prob. have to keep them now.. i love them all
Eomer!mun : hehe. I’m putting up a lot of my character icons that I retired from their games
Eomer!mun : my Eomer is very pleased
Frodo!mun : oh hurray <3
Eomer!mun : *kicks Eomer* brat
Eomer: Considering that I’m in a wheelchair right now..
Frodo: Climbs onto your lap.. can we go for a ride?
Eomer: *eyes* I suppose. It’s not the same as Firefoot though. Jumping...*far away look*
Frodo: Horses are too big. Prefer the lap.
Eomer: I can see your point *nods, and wheels forward a little* That would have to be a pain. It would be even worse than the beginer class that they made me teach once *shudders* Children...Bema....
Frodo: Bema?
Eomer: Orome. Kind of the patron Vala of Rohan
Frodo: Oh. I see. Like say "By Elbereth!" when the kids and birds steal into the strawberry patch.
Eomer: *nods*
Eomer!mun : Its sad. I actually HAVE said Oh Bema in my real life
Frodo!mun :*blushes* *hides under the desk.
Eomer!mun : lol i play too many pups connected to the mark
Frodo!mun : I had at one point in time four shire pups. 3 hobbits and an half-elf
Eomer!mun : oo wow
Eomer!mun : I once had Eomer, Theoden and Theodred in the same game
Eomer!mun : and random rider npcs
Frodo: your wheels stopped moving
Eomer: You're right. My mun was ignoring me. *continues wheeling* Better?
Eomer!mun :Im more shocked that you're being civil to someone
Eomer: Its a Frodo.
Eomer: Im not going to be rude to a Frodo.
Frodo: Much better. *grins at your mun* Being uncivilized can be fun. especially with an agreeable hobbit on your lap. We could go terrorize Wyn and look up her skirts.
Eomer*laughs* Mine would KILL me. She fences. She's evil.
Frodo: *chuckles* the Wyn I knew nearly killed me a time or too.. Trust me the movie had her cooking skills perfect.
Frodo: but then.. i couldn't cook either so it made great fun in the kitchen
Eomer!mun : *laughs* I had an Eowyn for a few months once. She tried to make brownies once
Eomer: Dont remind me of that THING mun .
Eomer!mun : She was a werewolf actually. Looong story
Frodo: *nods* *Pets the werewarg* Cooking with Wyn was fun. We nearly destroyed Elronds kitchen on several occasions
Eomer*laughs* Thats great.
Frodo: So do you miss riding the horses?
Eomer: Gods yes. More than I can even say. I used to be headed to the Olympics before this *indicates his leg* happened. Riding accident ironically. Still, maybe I'll get some of it back.
Frodo: *strokes your leg gently* what did you do to it?
Eomer: Firefoot and I were jumping actually. We were just coming off the best round we'd ever had...would have won the event until a speaker backfired and he spooked. Fell on me. I guess all things considered I'm lucky to be alive.
Frodo: *nods* I would be a pancake if a horse landed on me.. Will you be able to use it again? Or will you always be trapped in this contraption
Eomer: They had to put in a new joint actually. I've been to therapy. Can walk about two feet now. My therapist is a drag though. The man's an idiot.
Frodo: You could lean on me. I would help you.
Frodo: what is a drag? and why is he an idiot?
Eomer: A real pain. And believe me if you were in a room with Beren Erchamion for more than five minutes...*headshake* He used to be doped up on Prozac and insanely cheerful. THEN he got a new mun and dumped the antidepressants so now he's just a bastard.
Frodo: *nodding without a clue as to what you said, deciding it must be rohirrim speech* I could help you. You wouldn't have to take very large steps with a hobbit. *grins* I could help you settle into bed.
Eomer: *cant help but grin back. being the utter slut that he is* Mm that could be fun.
Frodo: *grins* Besides I wouldn't hurt your.. leg.. if I was in your bed.
Eomer: Very true *grins back*
Eomer: Shall we?
Frodo: *chuckles* yes.
Frodo: are you sure you can walk that far?
Eomer: Hmm if you help me.
Frodo: *Climbs down off your lap* I can do that. You can lean on me. I'm not fragile you know.
Eomer*standing up slowly, balancing weight on good leg and coming over to lean on you a bit* Thank you. And no Im sure you're very strong indeed. *smirks a little*
Frodo: *smiles ..sighs* some people treat me as though I am going to break. *helps you slide your bad leg across the floor* does it hurt when you use it?
Eomer: Not for short enough distances...I'm getting used to it..*wobbles a bit* Somewhat... I did try to ride a while ago. THAT hurt.
Frodo: *tightens my arm around your hips to steady you* I'll say it would with a new joint *grins* does the thera-pissed massage it for you.
Eomer: Not very often. Mostly I get bitched at about my attitude now.
Frodo: cause you get all gruff and cranky? Cousin Bilbo said that just goes to show others that you are healing.
Eomer: Actually Diva is the word that's been used.
Eomer: But its not that much a change. I was a bastard before the accident too.
Frodo: *helps you sit onto the bed, starts to pull off one of your boots* Is that the name of another Rohirrim God? *chuckles* we all have our moments
Eomer*laughs* I'm the worst character in my game. I've beaten people up in walmart
Frodo *snorts in laughter, pulls off the boot off your good leg first* They shouldn't have been behind the wall then.
Eomer: *deciding to ignore language inconsistency. Figures its a shire thing* Right under the CD rack...He deserved it. Called me a hick.
Frodo: *begins to work in the second boot* Ah so you were in the grainery then, the man shouldn't have been under your seedy rack. And he had no call to you any sort of name *gently pulls this boot off*
Eomer*grits teeth then relaxes as it comes off* Thank you. Bad thing was...I got arrested for that. And banned from coming back. And of course my Uncle didn't post bail.
Frodo: You are most welcome. *Lifts your leg* Now we'll just swing it onto the bed with the other. *grins* I am sorry to hear that your uncle didn't help bail you out. I would like to think Bilbo would have helped me out if I would have gotten into trouble. Though we don't fight very often in the Shire. *grins* Just keep out of an arrow's or a slings reach.
Eomer*swings up onto the bed* Well its more that I'd done it so often...
Frodo: *climbs up onto the bed after you* Well that's part of being young and impetuous. *begins to massage the muscles in the upper part of your sore leg *
Eomer: I kind of miss those days...*smiling and leaning into your massage* That feels so good. Thank you
Frodo: *grins* Don't we all. I've had practice both giving and getting massages. *pressing into the muscle* It helps to stimulate the blood flow. *undoing the strings that hold your breeks together* to the extremities.
Eomer: Ah yes *grinning* Stimulating the blood flow...
Frodo: *grins down at you* But you have all these damb clothes on. *untucks your shirt and begins tugging on the legs of your breeks.* It is difficult to give a proper massage when you are dressed.
Frodo!mun : eee and i saw your unicorn got a chance to run at the ocean.. *hee* i love the blushing pup
Eomer!mun : ehehe hes so CUTE
Frodo!mun : yes he is <3 what a little treasure. <3
Eomer!mun : Paris*snuggles*
Eomer!mun : Paris: Viggo, Halbarad and I are the nice ones
Frodo!mun : I liked your wee eomer with frodo <3
Frodo!mun : Elijah: And I like your bookstore keeper
Eomer!mun : That Eomer was NOT a nice pup. At all.
Frodo: He was nice to me :)
Eomer*smiles at him* Because you were nice to me. And didnt treat me like I was someone's problem child
Frodo: *G* when your raised in a household of a couple hundred brandybucks, even the problem children can be fun
Eomer*smiles* see everyone in my game hated me.
Eomer!mun : they TRIED to be nice to you
Eomer: As they acted like I was three
Frodo: I hate when they try to treat you like a stainglass window.
Eomer: or that
Eomer: My cousin is GREAT for that
Frodo: who .. theodred?
Frodo: treated you like stain glass.. or was treated like stainglass
Eomer: Treated me like stain glass. After the accident
Frodo: oh.. *nods* but that doesn't help keep your legs from atrophying
Eomer: No it didn’t. *sighs* They tried to keep me from Firefoot.
Frodo: *crawls up on your bed* For someone who is very close to horses that must have bothered you. I rode a horse once.
Eomer*cuddles* It was like I'd lost my entire life... Aren't they the greatest?
Frodo *lays comfortably in your arms* Well actually I liked it but as i said before they are rather big. We just have small shaggy ponies in the shire.
Eomer: they sound wonderful *smiles*
Frodo: *snuggles down in your arms tracing light trails on the skin between your breeks and shirt* I'd like to see your Firefoot one day.
Eomer*strokes your hair* That would be great. You'll have to come out to the stables. *happy sigh*
Frodo: *undoes a button or two* I would definately go into the stables with you. I could feed your horse an apple. Though I might have to steal it from Merry. Would you give me a ride too? I promise not to tell Theodred and have you get in to trouble.
Eomer: That would be great. And I dont think he would care now. We currently aren't speaking...Again.
Frodo: *runs my fingers up your shirt* I don't think I have ever ..not.. talked to my muns other pups. someone has to keep them in line..
Eomer: Thats your job then? *smiles* In our head it falls to Halbarad and Viggo.
Frodo: *Sighs* Yeah our game had kind of slow down when pups got scattered all over ME. And recently we had a new elronds hall opened up. *grins* I maybe small but i keep the other pups in line. Well except Elijah, he talks to much.
Eomer*laughs* He should meet Ian. Actually thats a scary idea
Frodo: *unbuttons the rest of your buttons since your not complaining about it, traces the light battle scars.* Ian Hughes? Why would that be is that a scary idea?
Eomer: *reaching to remove your shirt* Because he's too hyper for his own good.
Frodo: By Elbereth two hyper pups in the same proximity? That would be unsanity. *unbluckles your breeks* The muns would have a field day.. so what did he see in the mirror?
Frodo: *slips your shirt the rest of the way off* The scars look like one of Bilbo's treasure maps. *grins* Will i find the treasure if my fingers follow it?
Eomer: *grins back at you* Why not find out?
Frodo: *Pushes you until you lie on your back and climbs on top of you* Actually I think I will follow the trails with my lips instead of my fingers.
Eomer*shivers* I think I like that idea even better
Frodo *Sneaks into your window, nuzzles your Eomer's neck* How did you get a scar on your neck back here?
Eomer: Ah that one...*tries to remember* I Think *Snuggle* I got that one when Erchirion and I ran into each other at nationals two years ago after we were tied for first...Who knew she had concealed weapons?
Frodo: *Sits on your bared back* That wasn't very fair of her. *lightly nips along the scar following it down to your shoulder* you have bunches of them.
Eomer: We don't get along *laughs* To put it mildly we *Squirms*
Frodo: Obviously you don't. *tracing the scar marks with a light fingertip* How many of these came from her. *follows one down to your tail bone, and then continues on over your ass*
Eomer: About *low moan, and kisses you* Eight of those, one or every year since she entered the circuit...admittedly about half were deserved...I'm an ass when I'm a at shows *nibbles your ear* but still...
Frodo: It's the thrill of the competition. *trails my lips just barely touching over yours*
Eomer*presses lips harder against yours* Yes competition...
Frodo: *tangles my fingers into your hair and forces my tongue between your lips* but .. the prize.. must be.. worth it
Eomer: *Meeting your tongue and twining it around mine* It..always...is...
Frodo: *Groaning as you deepen the kiss. My fingers tighten in your hair pulling lightly*
Eomer: *continuing to twirl my tongue around yours, my hand slips towards your chest, stroking lightly.*
Frodo: *my heartbeat racing as your hands move about my chest. I have to remember at some point to breathe, I feel your cock hardening against me, knowing mine is doing the same.*
Eomer: *my erection brushes against you as I claim your lips once more.*
Frodo: * I widen my legs over your lap as I lean into your body, feeling the heat of your lips soaking into mine.*
Frodo: *grins and nibbles on your lip* I don't break by the way.
Eomer*grins back a bit nervously* I don’t want to hurt you or anything...there were no hobbits in my game so I never got the chance to meet any
Frodo: *kisses you* I was wondering. You seem to pause or to pull back at the most inopportune times. Just think of me.. well.. as just one of your newer esquires.. Granted a new esquire with a lot more experience.
Eomer*Esquires....thinks for a minute, chalks it up to stable boy and grins* That I can do. *Pulls you against me again, tightly.
Frodo: *pinches your nipples and twists them slightly*
Eomer*Moans and slips a hand into your pants*
Frodo: *Whispers in your ear* do you have any saffron oil
Frodo!mun : [frodo: hee.. of course tease the brothers.. you should see when elijah or sean get laid.. its like neener neener from one to the other]
Eomer!mun : (XD yes)
Eomer!mun : (Viggo is bad with that)
Eomer!mun : (Viggo: Its not my fault I get the most sex)
Eomer!mun : (LeeLee*looks over from her game* Whore)
Eomer!mun : (Viggo: Crossdresser)
Frodo!mun : [frodo: watches amused]
Eomer*reaches into drawer and pulls out lube* I have something even better
Frodo: *presses against you as you move* Oh? better then saffron oil? Do tell or share. The only thing I have seen better is jasmine oil but that is a rare find.
Eomer*grins* Welcome to my century.
Frodo: *chuckles* Doesn't Rohan share the same calendar as the Shire. Well wait. no.. no one shares the same calendar as the Shire. We are odd that way. Has to do with The crossing of the brandywine.. *Stops talking when you press your lips again to mine to mute the Hobbit ramble that had suddenly came spilling forth. Any more thoughts of the shire forgotten as my hand reaches down to stroke your cock.*
Eomer: Calendars yes but not ages. It is a strange thing...*pausing as you stroke and cupping your balls while using my other hand to shove down your pants.* Its a long story.
Frodo: oh I like tales.. *helps to wriggle out of my breeks while still kissing you, suddenly made speechless as you cup my balls* ..aye..
Eomer: Time enough for those later I think *pulling your pants completely off and taking hold of your cock.*
Frodo: Aye.. *kissing you again.. agreeable to anything at the moment*
Eomer*Stroking along the head of your cock and kissing you*
Frodo: Eomer.. *Head spinning. Both my hands tighten around your cock as I lean into your kisses.* by elbereth.. You make me ache.
Eomer: Frodo...*claiming your lips in a desperate, hot kiss and stroking harder*
Frodo: *gasping for breath, and unable to keep still now as your hand works its magic over my cock. I feed upon your lips with an undeniable hunger*
Frodo: Your hand quickens and my eyes clench shut. Lips parted, my hands rest upon your shoulders.
Eomer*nipping your neck, I move to squeeze your cock hard with my other hand in time with the stroking.*
Frodo: *I gasp at the sensation. The burr of motion, arousing me to the point where my mind blanks of thought. My head tilts back to feel the lighter nips upon my neck. My breath ragged and my voice gone...by the gods..* eomer... soon.
Eomer: Soon hmm? *smirking and continuing to tease you, then suddenly nipping sharply at your neck again..*
Frodo: *my fingers tighten their grip into your shoulders, as if I am holding on for dear life, and I am.. trying to hold out.. to let it last.. but the sudden bite undoes it for me.. I cry out as I come blushing and so soon in your expert hands.*
Eomer: Mmm did you enjoy that Frodo? *licking my hands clean then pulling you against me for another kiss*
Frodo: mmm.. *leaning into your kiss, my body wonderfully trembly* very .. much so..
Eomer: Good...*licks your ear * Very good...
Frodo: *humming with pleasure into your shoulder.. My hand reaches down to lightly tease the head of your cock* yes.. you are..
Eomer: *squirms against you* mmm and you seem to be very good yourself
Frodo: Do you have your oil still handy?
Eomer: That I do *takes out the lube again*
Frodo: *grins and puts some of it on my fingers and runs it down your shaft, deliciously lipping the lobe of your ear, whispering softly* I am not fragile Eomer. *with that I spread some of it onto your fingertips*
Eomer: *smirks suddenly* So you wish a riding exhibition?
Frodo: *laughing out loud* Well I got to ride in your rolling chair.. why not your rolling lap too.
Frodo: My lips tease over his shoulder and with light fingers I run over his shaft.. teasing the velvet skin. spreading the oil.. no he called it lube.. letting it warm with my fingers onto his flesh.. My body was hot against his wanting his fingers and then his cock inside of me..*
Eomer: Frodo...*writhing against you as the heat in my groin increases* Need you..now...*gasps*
Frodo: *lean up and lightly kisses * yes.. I want you.. inside me too.
Eomer: Yesss, *reaching behind you, my already slick fingers slide into you now, searching*
Frodo: *gasping as your fingers run over my ass and then enter me. The feel of the oil covering them adding to the warming sensations* ah.. by elbereth.. that feels good
Eomer: Anything to please...*wriggling my fingers around a bit more, then slipping in another.*
Frodo: *sighing with pleasure, my eyes shut, i feel my body melting against yours, a soft whimper of need escapes and whispers about your ear*
Eomer*slowly removing my fingers, then positioning myself behind you, moving slowly, still cautious*
Frodo: *notices again your briefest of hesitations, biting my lip in concentration only and rocking back lightly onto your head. Pausing momentarily to get use to the size, before I nod* Yes.. now..
Eomer:*Are you sure, I want to ask, still afraid, but begin entering ever so slowly and then once I am in, forgetting all my worries, rocking back and forth inside you*
Frodo: *sighing softly into the feel of you inside me.. the heat of your thrust, and the gentleness of your strokes adding to my pleasure.*
Eomer: *slowly increasing speed as I grow used to you.* Mmm Frodo...
Frodo: *kisses your shoulder lightly and moans softly into your shoulder, my hands tangle into you hair seeking for something to hang onto*
Eomer: Frodo..*gasping as I feel myself nearing completion and rock faster until I spill into you.*
Frodo: *Crying out softly as I feel you come, my body still rocking onto yours to absorb a much as i can of you inside me, finally unable to move* sweet.. elbererth.. that was wonderful.. *kissing you lightly* See.. not breakable at all.
Eomer*kisses you back* mmm not at all. *grins* We need to do this again I think
Frodo: Yes.. *snuzzles up to you and grins* Make sure we get it right and all that..
Eomer: Of course *nuzzles*