M-Broken hearts and drunken minds

Frodo Silvertongue · 04-04-2012, 02:24 PM

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slight pp, tell me if you want changing ^^ word count; 434

Part of him thought they had dragged this on too long, but his thoughts were clearly irrational due to the amount of alcohol that had got to them. All a muddle, the man was starting to sway ever so slightly, however ultimately he had control over his actions. But not over his mind. His mind told him to do things that he would never have dared doing when sober. And the worst thing was, he actually felt like he wanted to do them. He was almost pitiful, though wild and untamed, as he held her close, returning the favour she had so graciously bestowed upon him. And she seemed to like what he was doing. He certainly liked doing it.

What are you waiting for? he did not know. He had been unsure before, but now the drink and the lust really was starting to get into his system. If he didn't get her now, he'd be frustrated for days afterwards. Her words were more a rhetorical question, he guessed, so he did not bother answering as he took her by the shoulders and lay her in the grass. For of course, they could hardly do what they meant to do standing up. As he lay her there he was gentle, but at the same time careless, and quick, not wanting to waste any more time. The man straddled her, leaning over her but not exactly touching, purposefully putting the weight of his calves and half his things on the ground. Kneeling upwards, he clutched her shoulders and hair ravenously, before sending himself inside her with a thrust.

He had no morals now, and took her without any hesitations. Frodo rubbed against her slowly at first, steadily, and his breath was quick and gasping. But with a low moan, and a snarl dying on his lips, he began to ride her as relentlessly as he rode his Strider, fingers tensing to run up and down her body and occasionally finding grips in the grass. His darting eyes soon found place to Hotaru's own gaze, and he held it there willingly, wanting to please her like her body was pleasing him.

Yet was that really what he wanted? Frodo's mind slowly began to put two and two together in the heat of the moment, and as he grew hotter and hotter there was a shadow of a doubt in his mind. He ignored this though, and kept at it. He told himself he needn't worry. But even as he carried on, his Ending becoming near, a single tear rolled down his cheek, passionate but not entirely controlled. Yet it dispersed into his fur before it had time to drop, unnoticed and hidden. And so the man continued to plunge into the stranger, thoughts and feelings purely on his pleasure.

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