OMG. What was I thinking, reading this at 07.00 am in the office?
It is absolutely brilliant Alex and I can't thank you enough for this wonderful piece of work. Not surprising, because your unigue writing style and skills never seize to amaze me. Still, the few a bit more dark fics you have written like this are all gems and this one is especially.
Then strong hands parted his cheeks and he could do no more than gasp and catch his breath as Boromir plucked one of the candles from the nearest branch and a stream of molten wax coated the hairs about his puckered hole, followed by some press of linen, a moment's pause whilst blunt nails trailed gently up his back and then a sudden spike of fire that travelled up his spine and caught in his throat as the cloth was torn away, to be replaced with a gentle tongue that soothed and teased at him. Amidst the stinging, the tongue lapped and flickered until he could bear it no longer and heard a low moan leave his mouth. Who could blame Aragorn whining? I whined reading it.
The use of the bracelets, the candles, Boromir's careful preparation, it's all part of the wonderful world you have created for us readers. I love the way you have answered to the prompts. I can't express enough how much I appreciated and love this story. Dear Alex, thank you so very, very much.
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Date: 2011-08-01 05:22 am (UTC)It is absolutely brilliant Alex and I can't thank you enough for this wonderful piece of work. Not surprising, because your unigue writing style and skills never seize to amaze me. Still, the few a bit more dark fics you have written like this are all gems and this one is especially.
Then strong hands parted his cheeks and he could do no more than gasp and catch his breath as Boromir plucked one of the candles from the nearest branch and a stream of molten wax coated the hairs about his puckered hole, followed by some press of linen, a moment's pause whilst blunt nails trailed gently up his back and then a sudden spike of fire that travelled up his spine and caught in his throat as the cloth was torn away, to be replaced with a gentle tongue that soothed and teased at him. Amidst the stinging, the tongue lapped and flickered until he could bear it no longer and heard a low moan leave his mouth. Who could blame Aragorn whining? I whined reading it.
The use of the bracelets, the candles, Boromir's careful preparation, it's all part of the wonderful world you have created for us readers. I love the way you have answered to the prompts. I can't express enough how much I appreciated and love this story. Dear Alex, thank you so very, very much.