The Race
Title: The Race
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Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: M/P
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 1/1 A race through the woods earns Merry a prize.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: PWP
Archive: Ask first.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.
A/N: The shortest fic I have ever written. I'm obviously a hobbit pornoholic. ;)
Pippin giggled as he tackled Merry to the ground, pinning his cousin hard to the ground. Merry gave a disgruntled growl as the young hobbit attacked his rib cage with fluttering fingertips, moving to tickle his belly.
"You know I hate that Pippin!" Merry snapped, grabbing his cousin's hands roughly to halt his movements.
Pippin pouted. "I was just being playful Merry. Don't be angry." The young hobbit lowered his head, sticking out his tongue to slide it along Merry tight lip. A smile spread over the Took's face as he felt Merry relax. "Race me to that grove."
Merry tilted his head. It seemed far off, and the older hobbit wasn't in the mood for racing on such a hot summer day.
"I really don't feel up to it right now Pippin," Merry sighed. "I've become quite weary from your morning antics."
The young hobbit smirked. "If you win—I'll let you mount me."
Merry's eyes widened in shock as Pippin darted off toward the clearing, and he eagerly scrambled up, intent on beating the young hobbit to the grove. Lust had clouded over his mind at the thought of pounding into Pippin's taut body.
Twigs snapped under his feet and portions of dirt were kicked into the air as he darted to catch up with young hobbit. His lungs began to burn, and there was a dull ache forming in his ribs, but he pushed on, quickening his pace to run beside Pippin. A laugh came from the young hobbit as he veered toward Merry, attempting to throw him off course and trip up his feet. Merry chuckled and darted out of the way, gaining a lead on the young Took. When Pippin began to pass him again, Merry quickly stuck out his foot, causing the young hobbit to yelp in shock and stumble to the ground. He scrambled up, though he was too far behind now to catch up with his cousin.
Before long he was in the grove, and he spun around, grinning mischievously at Pippin. Merry's chest was heaving from fatigue, and sweat was sliding down his flushed face but all that seemed to vanish when the young lad before him bit his bottom lip and batted his eyes innocently. Merry's eyes narrowed and an evil smile grew while he stalked over to his cousin, wrapping his arms tightly Pippin's waist. Slowly, Merry backed the young hobbit toward a tree, lowering his head to place quick, rough kisses on Pippin's lips as growls of urgency rose in his throat. His cock was starting to harden in his trousers.
"Turn around, love," Merry murmured huskily. "I want to claim my reward."
"You cheated," Pippin pouted, trying to push Merry away.
"I believe it was you who tried to trip me first," Merry snickered, grabbing Pippin roughly by the shoulders. "Turnabout is fair play, sweet cousin."
Pippin gasped in shock as he was violently spun around and pressed hard into the tree. Merry pressed himself firmly against the young hobbit, placing his hands on both sides of the trunk to keep Pippin pinned and began grinding his aching arousal into Pippin's rear. A groan surged in Pippin's throat, and he gently rocked against his cousin's swaying hips, tilting his head until it was nestled on Merry's shoulder.
"Are you going to behave?" Merry asked, trailing his lips over Pippin's cheek.
"Yes," Pippin panted.
The older hobbit's fingers shook in anticipation as he fumbled with Pippin's trousers, yanking them down until the pants pooled around his ankles. The lad shook his feet and kicked the pants to the side of the tree. A groan came from Pippin as the warm breeze grazed over his exposed rear, and his nails scratched into the bark as a slick finger pushed into his entrance, pumping hard and fast.
"Alright?" Merry asked, leaning closer to Pippin.
Pippin tilted his head, panting heavily. "Yes." Another digit slipped in, gliding over his sweet spot. This was a side of Merry he rarely saw, and it aroused him to the point of pain. "Oh! I'm ready Merry! Take me now!"
With quivering hands, Merry undid his trousers, allowing his engorged member to spring out of its confines. Merry guided his cock to Pippin's opening and thrust in hard, eliciting a sharp cry from Pippin. His nails dug painfully into the bark, leaving indentations in the brittle wood as he rocked back on his cousin's member, taking him in deeper.
As their bodies smacked together in a steady rhythm, Merry nuzzled Pippin's sweaty neck, nipping lightly at the heated flesh. Pippin moaned at the ticklish sensation and thrust his hips back faster, goading Merry to pick up the pace. There was an agonizing throb in his cock, and he sought release. Slowly, he lowered his hand to wrap it around his member and jerk it in time with Merry's thrusts, bringing him closer to the edge.
Merry spotted this and instantly grabbed Pippin's hand tightly, forcing it back on the trunk, causing Pippin to grumble in disapproval. The older hobbit chuckled and hooked his hand around Pippin's thigh, gradually lifting the bent leg off the ground, making Pippin further into the tree to keep his balance. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened in a scream as the new angle made Merry's cock strike his sweet spot over and over.
"Do you like that?" Merry panted against Pippin's ear, drawing out his tongue to lap at the tip.
"Yes, Merry," Pippin hissed through clenched teeth.
He gave a startled cry as Merry's teeth sank into the sensitive tip, causing the fire in his belly to erupt. He tilted his head, moaning as Merry leaned in further to savagely kiss his parted lips, probing the sweet mouth with his tongue.
Merry pumped furiously into the tight passage, throwing his head back in a groan as the pleasurable heat clamped down on his member, racking his body with tremors as orgasm washed over him. He quickly pulled out, whipped Pippin around, and dropped to his knees, engulfing Pippin's member in his mouth.
"Merry!" Pippin cried.
The young hobbit tangled his fingers in Merry's soft curls, pumping his throbbing member into the warm orifice. He gave a keening wail as climax washed over him, leaving him heavily shaking and weak in the knees. Merry supported the trembling hobbit in his strong arms, raining kisses all over his sweaty face, making Pippin giggle. The young hobbit caught Merry's bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling and sucking delicately. The two remained against the trunk, kissing softly and murmuring sweet endearments.
"What do we do now?" Merry inquired, letting the young hobbit go.
Pippin grabbed his trousers and pulled them back up, keeping quiet for a moment to think. A wry smile formed. "How about another race?"
Merry grinned wickedly and darted after his cousin, who had bolted past the clearing, shrieking playfully as the older hobbit started to catch up.
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