browngirl

Title: Spring's Prince and Summer's King
Rating: R (on the hard side)
Pairing: Merry/Pippin
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Author's note: I wrote three droubbles for the

hobbit_smut challenge. This is actually the porniest, but it's such crackfic. It's inspired by a lovely NON-smut picture by

mandibrandybuck as filtered through my own dirty mind.

"Pippin, be still." Merry bites his lip to withstand Pippin's writhing beneath him. "Not yet."

"Merry, please, I'm going to die." Pippin arches up, dislodging a blossom from Merry's crown, pressing sticky hardness against his belly; Merry squeezes his eyes shut tighter against the green gleam of Pippin's. "You won't die," Merry gasps, "no matter how roused you are."

"How can you bear it?" Pippin squirms, and Merry leans forward to pin his wrists, which nearly ends things; the shift plunges Merry deeper, Pippin's sharp cry ringing above the roar of his blood, Pippin's breath on his face warmer than the evening air. "You wished to be Spring Prince," he groans, head hanging; panting, Pippin licks Merry's chin, making him shudder and moan. "You, terrible, beautiful Took. We can't peak till the first star's out."

Tilting his head back, Pippin runs a blood-hot tongue along Merry's cheek. "Merry, I see it!"

"Pippin," Merry growls, daring to open one eye. The star indeed shines before them, but star-bright eyes catch his; Pippin grins and bucks, and Merry can only moan. "Tup me, Summer's King," Pippin gasps, words ending on a cry as Merry's hips snap forward, as he does just that.