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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      The_Lord_of_the_Rings_-_J._R._R._Tolkien, The_Lord_of_the_Rings_-_All
      Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Boromir/Merry_Brandybuck/Pippin_Took
  Character:
      Boromir, Pippin_Took, Merry_Brandybuck
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting,
      Size_Kink, Size_Difference, Penis_Size, Dom/sub_Undertones
  Series:
      Part 3 of Welcome_To_Greyhame_Academy
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-05 Words: 1838
****** Pervy Hobbits ******
by Not_You
Summary
     Boromir is once again pounced on by pervy hobbits and Pippin is a
     size queen.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Even with everything else they've done together, Boromir can't help but be a
little nervous about this last frontier. Not too nervous to sexile poor Faramir
again, but he still jumps when the doorbell rings. With a last glance in the
mirror to make sure his hair isn't doing anything stupid, he goes and lets his
hobbits in. Like most doorbells in Little Gondor, his is too high for them to
easily reach, but they're too nimble and inventive for it to inconvenience them
much. Pippin hops down from Merry's shoulders as Boromir opens the door, and
beams up at him.
"Good afternoon!" His hair is longer now, a riot of golden curls that Boromir
will never get tired of touching. Merry brushes at the shoulders of his jacket,
grumbling and handing one of two cloth grocery sacks back to Pippin.
He chuckles, standing aside to let them in. "And to you, little ones. Poor
Merry, are you always on the bottom?" He shuts the door and locks it.
"You should know better than anyone else that I'm not," Merry says, grinning.
Boromir blushes and laughs. "True enough." Both of them have had him by now, of
course, together and separately, with lovely plump little cocks that slide and
tickle like fingers, slipping into him almost before he knows it. This leads
him right back to what Pippin has insisted they do today, though, and makes him
nervous all over again. Merry sees it in his face and sighs, setting his bag
down to hug Boromir's leg. Pippin has roamed on into the kitchen, singing.
Boromir crouches to hold Merry properly
"Boromir," he says, stroking Boromir's hair, "he'll be fine. I don't know if
it's possible for that fool of a Took to hurt himself on cock, but if it is he
won't do it with me around."
He chuckles. "Thanks, love."
"Besides, you wouldn't hurt him for the world. I know you'll do your part. If
any harm was to come to Pip today, I'd lay money to it being his fault."
"I heard that, Meriadoc Brandybuck!" Pippin calls, "And we brought plenty of
lube, so there!"
"We have brought plenty of lube," Merry says, picking up his bag again. It's
full of actual groceries, a lot of it the small but flavorful Shire produce
that all the hobbits Boromir knows prefer. "And enough for a good meal after,
seeing as you've fed us so often and so well."
Boromir blushes again, but stands and follows Merry into the kitchen. All the
furniture and fixtures are too large, of course, but they navigate most of it
with ease, and Pippin is sitting on the counter, crunching a carrot. Merry soon
has his own bag of food stashed away, and Pippin soon has the carrot eaten,
leaving both of them with nothing to focus on but Pippin's ultimate goal. They
herd Boromir into the bedroom and clamber up onto his bed, grinning expectantly
at him.
"Am I to be a show?" he asks them, and they just laugh.
"You always are, love," Pippin tells him. "It's a wonder we don't all go around
walking into things, blinded by your beauty." Boromir rolls his eyes, and pulls
his shirt off over his head, posing just a little as he does. Pippin sighs
dreamily, his chin cupped in his hands. "Have we ever told you that we love how
hairy you are?"
"From time to time," Boromir says, wriggling out of his jeans.
"How you manage to be a bear and a honeycake at the same time, I will never
know," Merry tells him, and Boromir laughs, stepping out of the crumpled jeans
and pulling off his boxers to stand completely naked before his hobbits, who
are watching him with shining eyes and making no move to do anything about
their own clothes.
"Well?" he says, hands on his hips in mock annoyance.
"You are a vision," Merry says, and hops down from the bed, shrugging out of
his own jacket and holding a hand out for Pippin's as he tears it off and
struggles out of the rest of his clothes, tangling himself in his pants and
trying to kick his big feet free. Boromir laughs again and sprawls beside him,
giving him a sloppy kiss as he helps him escape.
"Thanks!" Pippin chirps, naked and flushed and so fucking cute. Boromir rolls
onto his back, taking Pippin with him, a giggling, golden bundle. He's not
really what hobbits would call blonde, but then Boromir is almost a redhead by
Gondor standards, and in the blaze of afternoon sunlight through the high
window above the bed, Pippin glows.
"Beautiful," Boromir murmurs, and kisses him, used to little hobbit mouths now.
They're small, but generous and responsive, much like their owners. Pippin
sucks on the tip of his tongue and he whines.
"Well, what a fine how-d'you-do," Merry says, still on the floor, and Boromir
gives a guilty little start, looking over Pippin's shoulder at him.
"Need a hand?"
"I'll manage, you keep debauching Pippin."
Boromir obeys, and soon Merry's tiny weight is dipping the mattress beside
them. Boromir turns his head to kiss him, and then lets two pairs of little
hands prod him 'rightways with the bed.' Once his head is at the head and his
feet are at the foot, he is attacked by hobbits. They cover him in kisses and
bites and suck on his nipples and run their fingers through his hair and tell
him how beautiful it is. He can't do much more than clutch weakly at both of
them and to kiss them when he gets a chance, making all the usual little noises
they force out of him. He has long since given up trying to muffle them,
because Merry and Pippin like them, and that makes high-pitched sighs, pathetic
whimpers, and even mewling all right.
Once they have him in a helpless frenzy, the cold-hearted little bastards
abandon him. Well, not entirely. They cuddle in on each side of him and kiss
across him, rutting against his thighs. He gives each little ass a loving
squeeze, enjoying the way they fit into his hands and feel nothing at all like
children, with invisible coarse hair and thick muscle. They both make
appreciative noises, and Pippin reaches back to guide Boromir's first finger
between his cheeks to caress his hole. He's still dry, so Boromir just rubs him
for a bit before letting him crawl over his body to Merry. Boromir shifts to
give them room and rolls onto his side to watch as Merry lubes his fingers and
slides two into Pippin, who just lies flat on his back and wallows in it.
"Always so wanton," Merry says, in tones of deepest affection.
"M'm," Pippin agrees, wiggling. His eyes are closed and his dreamy smile makes
Boromir wish those drawing lessons in his youth had paid off. This is a look
that deserves a portrait. Rather than saying so, because they'd only tease,
Boromir kisses Pippin's forehead.
"My sweet hobbits," he says softly, and Merry grins.
"You're more delicious than we could ever be, honeycake. Here, come and help
me." He slides part of the way out and waits for Boromir to slick his own
fingers. "Just one for now."
"You're no fun," Pippin says, and Merry slaps his thigh.
"You hush. We're getting you open properly." They take their time over it,
Boromir's one thick finger pushing in with three of Merry's tiny ones. Pippin
moans, clenches, and then opens, almost sucking them deeper. "There," Merry
coos, kissing his belly. "There."
It feels like years of stretching Pippin, and Boromir wonders how in the world
he can feel both like he'll die if he doesn't come this instant and like it
doesn't matter at all. Merry kisses and bites him as they work on Pippin, and
by the time he decides they're ready, Boromir has mostly forgotten his earlier
nerves. Pippin mewls miserably as they both slide out and wipe their hands, but
rises on shaky knees to help Merry push Boromir onto his back again and lube
his cock.
Only when Pippin is straddling him, feet planted on the mattress to get him
high enough, does Boromir feel a return of his misgivings. He just looks so
fucking huge and blunt and impossible with his tip lined up against Pippin.
"Pip..."
"If you need to stop now of course I will," Pippin pants, biting his lip as he
uses the head of Boromir's cock to spread the lube, "but I can't say I won't be
disappointed."
Boromir laughs weakly, letting his head drop back onto the pillow. "All right,"
he gasps, and then curses helplessly as Pippin starts to ease down on him. He's
so tight it's nearly painful, but Boromir slides easily, no tension stopping
him. Pippin has that dreamy, smug, inward look again, the one Boromir loves so
much. He pinches his own little nipples and gasps as he sinks down and down.
Boromir thinks there's no way he can take all of it, but then Pippin's balls
are resting on his pubic hair and the impossible has happened. He's feeling too
much to process, and just holds onto Pippin's hips for a long moment, needing
to be still and to feel him, to appreciate how deep inside him he is.
"Lord," Merry breathes, staring at them with round eyes. "I never thought you'd
take it all, Pip."
"Sh-shows what you know," Pippin says, squeezing Boromir tight with his
laughter. Boromir whimpers, and then just lies still and lets Merry guide
Pippin up and down, murmuring to both of them about what a little slut Pippin
is and how unbearably hot and silky inside. Boromir whines, weakly clutching at
both of them and trying to last because they want him to. It's torture, and he
never wants it to end.
Finally Pippin comes, though, bucking and groaning and grinding his hips down
hard. He clenches around Boromir again and again, and he comes a moment after
with a high-pitched sound somewhere between a wail and a moan. Pippin whines
and clenches again as Boromir spills inside him, and then slumps onto Boromir's
belly, nuzzling him. Almost before he can worry about Merry, Merry is
straddling his neck and guiding his cock into his mouth. He tells Boromir what
a good boy he's being as he makes more soft little noises and sucks Merry
hungrily. He likes the easy fit, and whimpers in protest when Merry takes it
out, chuckling.
"Hush, sweetheart," he says, stroking himself faster and faster. "You need
icing." A moment later he cries out softly and comes on Boromir's face. Only
after some time to catch his breath can Boromir chide him for his atrocious
joke. Merry just grins at him, and helps Pippin slowly slide off of him, both
of them hissing.
"You know, Merry, Pippin says, "honeycakes don't even have icing."
Boromir licks his lips and laughs, his arms full of hobbits.
End Notes
     Hope you like your belated birthday porn, LolaEvil. <3
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