A/N: Thank you so much, Mizz Marvel, for beta-ing!

Something deep inside Pippin growled a little when he saw Merry lying there asleep, splayed out on the bed with arms and legs tangled in the sheets. He was delectably naked in the summer heat, and the afternoon sun made his golden hair glow, as it traced the planes and curves of his body. Pippin stood, smiling dreamily and absentmindedly twirling the flower he held, simply taking in the tableau before him.

He quietly closed and locked the door behind him, and just as quietly shed his clothes. Pippin was pale where Merry was gold, his hair the deep brown of leaves in autumn, but now in the sun, it glowed reddish. If Merry was the clear sky, he was a river, sweet and flowing, always moving.

Pippin retrieved the flower, soft and delicate and the deepest purple he’d ever seen, a splash of light blue in the center. He carefully crawled onto the bed and began to trace Merry, running the flower over his features. The blossom had measured his forehead, kissed his eyelids, trailed down to his mouth, when Merry began to stir. Pippin ached to let his lips and tongue follow the flower’s trail, but he reined in his need--this time, on this afternoon, he would make time stop, and make this last for hours. The delicate bloom traced collarbone, and made a detour to go down a lightly-muscled arm, blessing fingertips that were still inkstained. It returned to Merry’s chest, then, dancing across from nipple to nipple, and Pippin smiled, pleased, when they puckered and became erect. Merry was quite awake now, and moaned, and stretched, and smiled, reaching out to stroke Pippin’s free arm, hand falling away as he arched his back, crying out. Pippin circled his navel with the bloom, tickling a little, and then followed a line of fine hair down.

“You like?” Pippin whispered, smiling softly down at the exquisite sight of Merry, the first flush of lovemaking reddening and swelling his lips.

“I like, I like,” his lover whispered back, “don’t stop.” Pippin traced his Merry’s hardness, then, first drawing the flower down each thigh, framing it. Merry spread his legs, moaning Pippin’s name.

“Ah, soon, my love. My beautiful Merry, all gold and sunlight and glowing. The world will stop for us, now, and I’ll make this moment last forever.” He smiled, and let Merry pull him down for a rough kiss, but pulled away when they’d just begun to be satisfied. He drew the flower back up to meet dark blond curls, and then over Merry’s cock, which bobbed and rose in response. Pippin caressed his lover with the blossom, using only the lightest of touches, growling his pleasure when Merry’s hips began to buck.

“Pippin…please. Please, I need your mouth on me, I want to feel you," Merry gasped softly, and Pippin smiled, placing the blossom to the side.

“Then you shall have me, Merry-mine.” And he lay between Merry’s legs, supporting himself on his elbows, and gently took velvet hardness in his mouth. Only letting the tip slip in, he happily licked off the drop of liquid that had already formed, and stroked the rapidly-hardening organ with his tongue. Pippin pulled back after only a few moments, grinning wickedly when Merry reared up, yelping protest.

He moved to sit beside his lover, and lifted Merry’s hand to his mouth, kissing the fingertips. Lightly, ah, so lightly at first, and then, when Merry moaned, he drew them between his lips, sucking softly on them. Tasting each finger first, he then sucked the longest into his mouth. Groaning happily, he locked gazes with Merry, opening up his whole mind and heart and soul, swirling his tongue around Merry’s finger. He drew out, just to the fingertip, and sheathed it in his tongue, pulsing along the length of the finger as far as he could reach. Merry cried out when Pippin pulled back, and wove his fingers into his lover’s hair, his head thrown back.

Finally, Pippin ended the tease, letting go of Merry’s hand, lying down next to him, and pulling him closer, hands cupped around his rump. Merry went to him with a groan, and they kissed. Soft, at first, and then Merry ran his tongue lightly over Pippin’s lower lip. With Pippin’s mouth open, permission granted, their tongues met, and explored, and tangled with each other. For the moment, all was heat and wet and sweet. Pippin began to thrust, gently, and Merry picked up the rhythm, their bodies moving together in harmony as they lay on their sides, facing each other. Running his hand down the cleft of Pippin’s rump, Merry found the opening, and gently pressed, asking for nothing more. Pippin cried out around their kiss and pressed harder against his lover, hands clenching and grasping at Merry’s back.

Leaning back a bit, Merry took a few breaths, but was soon running his tongue down Pippin’s neck, sucking a little at the pulse point, and continuing down, over collarbone and chest, stopping to suckle at his nipples. Merry roughly licked one, tweaking and rolling the other between his fingers, until they grew hard, and Pippin cried out, toes curled in the bedspread. Merry laid him back on the pillows, and used his mouth to trace the same path Pippin had used a summer blossom for earlier. Pippin’s head dropped back as Merry blessed his lips, nose, cheekbones.

Following that line to Pippin’s ear, he whispered, voice low and rough with need, “Time has stopped for us, my beloved. Given a lifetime, I would worship your whole body, letting my tongue memorize your face, your chest, your beautiful cock, every inch of your skin.” Drawing the shell of Pippin’s ear into his mouth he sucked, trailing the tip of his tongue around the outer edge of the shell, and then pulsing it over the whole surface of the ear, making Pippin cry out, high and wordless. Pulling back, Merry murmured “Yes, grow hard for me, my love, and let me learn you, and know you, and please you.” He moved then, kissing and licking and sucking his way down Pippin’s chest, kissing each nipple and sucking hard on the skin of his breastbone and stomach, leaving a line of marks all the way to where chestnut brown curls began, and leaving Pippin crying out, hands clenched in the bedspread.

Merry drew his tongue into the valley where hip joined body first, and then lower, lightly biting the inside of Pippin’s thigh. He moved up quickly, nearly swallowing Pippin’s cock, letting his tongue and lips and throat massage the exquisite hardness.

He pulled his mouth back gently, giving Pippin and himself a few moments to collect themselves again. Lying down, gathering his love to his side, Merry kissed the light sheen of sweat off of Pippin’s upper lip.

“Breathe, little one. Breathe slow, and quiet, and make this moment stretch,” he softly reminded Pippin, who had begun gasping shallowly, too quickly. Merry rubbed his hands along Pippin’s back, forcing himself to calm his own breathing.

Pippin caught him in another kiss, and Merry ran his tongue along Pippin’s bow-shaped upper lip, measuring and memorizing it for the ten thousandth time. He realized how much he really, really loved Pippin’s mouth, the sweet dent that ran from just below his nose to his lips, small mouth, soft red lips. When he was relaxed, in sleep or after loving, his mouth opened just enough to make that upper lip quirk, sweetly inviting. Even in winter, when Merry’s own lips were rough and chapped from the dry winds, Pippin’s mouth was soft and welcoming, and Merry smiled a little, remembering whole nights, before they had become lovers, spent doing nothing but kissing, longing and yet content, as they were now.

Sated for the moment, Pippin broke off the kiss, and turned to reach for the bottle of oil that was kept by the bedside. Merry gasped to see his lover twist, and turn, and could do nothing for a few moments but gaze, until green eyes returned to meet blue. Pippin sat up, and guided Merry up as well.

“Cross your legs…ah yes, just like that.” He smiled, and covered his hand with the sweet-smelling oil, rubbing it generously onto Merry’s cock. Covering his hand again, Pippin reached around to prepare himself, and Merry thought he’d come just from the sight before him, his lover flushed, open so wide, head thrown back with pleasure. Merry closed his eyes and concentrated on remembering to breathe, until he felt warm fingers caress his face. Pippin moved to kneel chest-to-chest with Merry, holding onto his shoulders for support and balance, and Merry added his hands, grasping Pippin’s torso, and his lover carefully lowered onto his cock, crying out softly as he was penetrated with almost agonizing slowness. Settled, he moved his legs to wrap them around Merry, locking his ankles in the small of his lover’s back. Arms wrapped around each other, face-to-face, they began to gently rock back and forth.

“Ah, Merry, I feel it rising…oh, beloved, my only love, I want to fall into you and become a part of you forever, forever…” “Sweet one, I am you and in you and around you and all I know is you, all I’ve ever known is you and your heat and your love…” “Merry, more beautiful than the sun or the earth or the moon…ahh! Ai! Harder, love, do you feel it rising?” “Aye, Pippin, we become one and-oh! Unh, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

And they rocked together, enwrapped and enraptured, and Pippin thought he heard drums, but it might have been their heartbeats and, oh, the tension…he had to come, had to come soon, come with Merry, who was everything, whose arms held him, whose cock filled him and, he was faintly aware, who scratched his back while crying his name out, and who he enwrapped as well.

And the drumming got louder, and the world fell away for the lovers, and Pippin screamed ecstasy. And Merry moaned, a deep, primordial sound, and they came, together, shuddering, one being. And Merry thought he might have felt warm water, or sunlight, or love made physical cascading around them. Pippin broke the gaze they had held for what felt like hours, and buried his head in Merry’s shoulder, sobbing and shuddering as the last tremors of their orgasm came, and went.

It was Merry who first lay them back, gently withdrawing, still holding Pippin, though. They clung together, not in desperation, but in knowledge that this was what was right, and this was where they needed to be. Pippin cuddled up happily, kissing every part of Merry he could reach, feeling stickiness dry on skin and sheets, but too sated and heavy with love to care.

“That was….” Merry paused, unable to find words for what had just happened.

“I know, beloved. I was there, after all.” Pippin looked up, grinning, and Merry laughed, half at the jest and half just because he was happy, and he had an armful of beautiful hobbit, and because he could. Pippin joined him in giggling awhile, and they held each other in the sunlight, laughing and kissing softly, until they both drifted off to sleep, still in each other’s arms.

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