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[hlaefdige]

It's sweet of him to try to shield her, but she's too busy to notice the way his scarred face twists as he climaxes, all her focus firmly centered on the cock twitching in her hand, the pulse of bitter fluid across her tongue. Determined to be as good to him as he was to her, Éomer keeps her head down and sucks him through it until his orgasm ends, finally releasing him and shifting to press gentle, open-mouthed kisses to his hips and abdomen instead when all that's left for him to do is ride out the aftershocks.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Fuck." He laughs breathlessly, his hands falling to his sides as he blinks down at her. He feels delightfully warm and there's a mix of adrenaline and pleasure flowing through his veins. He's mostly forgotten the ache in his recovering limbs from working in the fields all day. "Pleased with yourself?"

[hlaefdige]

Continuing to press wet, stinging kisses to his skin as she crawls her way back up his body, Éomer grins at him and kisses his chin when she gets close enough, folding her arms across his chest and resting herself mostly on top of him.

"Very," she admits, winking at him.

[wolfdogwitcher]

He kisses the top of her head, looping an arm around her shoulder.

"I'd like you to ride me, though I might need a minute." He admits, with a deep breath. "But I've got two good hands and a tongue in the meantime. Your choice, my lady." He says, his tone teasing when he calls her such.

[hlaefdige]

If only he knew how apt that title really was. Éomer is glad, as she always is, that she is but a lesser cousin to the throne, and not only that, but she is a woman. Things in Rohan would have to be dire indeed to place her in line for the crown. Even if her uncle never recovers from the wasting sickness that has plagued him these past years, her cousin has plenty of time to find himself a wife and produce an heir. The chance of her needing to worry about titles and bloodlines are slim to nonexistent. It makes it easier to laugh about them with a man who has no ulterior motives towards her, a man who has been kind, and generous, and genuine with her.

"My choice?" She makes a show of thinking about it, drawing her fingers in idle patterns across the broad muscle of his chest, toying with the dark hair growing there. "I choose for you to touch me, then. Put those good hands to good use."

[wolfdogwitcher]

He nods in agreement, more than happy to run his great rough hands over her body, tracing the shifting shape of her muscles, finding the scars. His lips and tongue following their path over her chest to lick and (gently) bite at her breasts. With a mischevious expression, he raises another bruise on the breast opposite of the first. "Had to balance it out." He explains, before he resumes his explorations. He traces the long scar along her hip and then slips towards the inside of her thigh and then between her legs. He makes a very pleased noise against her breastbone as he finds her soaking wet, teasing flesh he knows must be terribly sensitive by now.

[hlaefdige]

She laughs breathlessly as Eskel takes the time to suck a fresh love bite into her skin, murmuring a quiet oh did you? without any heat to it when he explains his reasoning, but doesn't bother to come up with anything clever to say because the blunt fingers between her thighs are so distracting she can't focus on doing anything more than sighing shakily and shifting into his touch.

[wolfdogwitcher]

He watches her face with a crooked smile of satisfaction as he slips one of those rough fingers into her, using his thumb to tease her clit. He's got fairly large hands, so he'll wait to see if she wants more, just building up a rhythm for now and enjoying the sight of her, pleased that he had robbed her of whatever retort she had planned to throw back at him.

[hlaefdige]

His hands are, indeed, large. All of him is large, really, so perhaps it's for the best that they're starting out with fingers first, because it's been a long while since Éomer has felt free enough to lie with a man, and when she gets herself off at night, she usually just rubs at her clitoris until she shakes through a silent orgasm and can fall asleep soon after. It's nice to feel the stretch again, and Eskel very kindly strokes at her clit while he presses his finger into her, so it doesn't take long for her to adjust as start to rock her hips gently to meet his hand.

[wolfdogwitcher]

Nothing kind about it, he just knows what he's doing and likes the people he's bedding to have a good time. He takes his time, kissing along her neck and jawline as he thrusts his finger into her, until her restless motions make him curious if she'd like more. He pulls out and adds a second finger.

"Good?" He asks roughly against her ear, free hand palming a breast.

[hlaefdige]

Two fingers is definitely much more of a stretch than just one had been, but Éomer's already had one lovely orgasm tonight and she's not too far away from another, gods willing, so it isn't too difficult for her to accommodate the extra intrusion. It helps to have Eskel continuing to touch her, his hand on her breast and his lips on her jaw, his body warm and solid between her legs.

"Yeah," she agrees, a shiver crawling down her spine as she shifts back to meet his hand between her legs. "Good."

[wolfdogwitcher]

His hand shifts to her back, steadying her as she moves against him. He picks up the rhythm of his thrusts and strokes just a bit, not wanting to rush too much, but he can feel the way she shivers in his arms and he wonders if he can get her off again just like this. He buries his face in her hair. His speaking voice is harsh, but when he can lower it a whisper it's low and warm like a rough whiskey. And he's more than capable of spinning up some sweet nothings. About how beautiful she looks in the firelight, the way she feels, about the want and need he can feel in every wiry muscle, hear in each one of her shaking breaths.

[hlaefdige]

If asked, Éomer would say that she is not the type of woman who requires tender platitudes in bed. She's spent well over half her life training to ride with, and then riding with, and then leading an éored. The majority of the people she spends any time with are men. She is tall, and strong, and ruthless in a fight. Her embroidery is atrocious.

Eskel's low, peat-smoke voice murmuring in her ear is making her wonder if she should rethink that stance, at least a little bit.

She wants to rock herself back onto his fingers and revel in the thick stretch of his knuckles inside her, but she also wants to come again, and after a few long minutes of trying to decide which option to pick, she winds up deciding on the latter; shifting her weight to brace herself on one arm beside his head, she reaches down with her free hand and brushes his thumb away so she can rub at her clit the way she likes best, winding herself up tighter and tighter until she cries out, clenching down hard around the fingers inside her and trembling through her second orgasm of the night.

[wolfdogwitcher]

He's fine letting her brush his hand aside, focusing on the thrust of his fingers inside her, seeking the right angle and speed, chasing her exquisite reactions. He kisses her, hard, swallowing that cry of pleasure, easing her back down from it before with drawing his fingers entirely. He grins with a shade do self satisfaction.

[hlaefdige]

Humming happily, she lets herself slump forward once she's milked her climax as much as she cares to, letting her arm slide out from beneath her and using the other to shove all her hair out of her face and over one shoulder so she can drape herself across Eskel's chest and rest her cheek on his shoulder, nudging her nose in against his throat.

"Now I'm going to need a minute," she murmurs, shifting a little to get comfortable.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"That's alright. Worth the wait." He declares, too warm to fully embrace her but happy to rest his hand on her back, his chin on the top of her head. "I'll be ready whenever you are." He knows they only have so much time before day and her duties call. And one of them requires sleep, but there's no need to rush to the point of unpleasantness.

[hlaefdige]

Indeed, at some point tonight she's going to have to sleep, if only because she is regrettably entirely human and she also spent most of her day on horseback. And then helping in the fields. She may not be recovering from any life-threatening injuries, but she's still tired and sore, although certainly not tired and sore enough to keep her from indulging in a little bedsport with a handsome man who's been nothing but good to her so far.

Shifting herself a little, she lifts her chin enough to kiss the edge of his jaw before settling back down to wait out the pounding of her heart.

With her nose to his throat, she's all too aware of his heart beating, of the smell of his sweat and the hay from earlier in the day.

"Your heart beats so slowly."

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Mmm?" He rumbles. "Oh. Yeah. It's the reason I was alive when you found me. Our hearts beat more slowly to slow down the bleeding, among other things. Toxins and such." His fingers absently trace of the trough of her spine."

[hlaefdige]

She absorbs that information silently, filing it away for later. How strange. But she supposes it's a good thing, in the end.

"Then I am glad of it," she decides, her lips brushing over his skin as she speaks. "It would have been such a shame to bury you."

[wolfdogwitcher]

"This is much better, I'll admit." He reaches down to give her hip a playful squeeze. "Now look at me. I'm in good health, I have a pretty new horse, and a beautiful, powerful woman in my bed. Honestly? Best life's been for me all season." He grins.

[hlaefdige]

She grins back at him, shifting herself enough that she can see his face, lifting her right hand up to cup his unmarred cheek in her palm to tip his face down so she can kiss him.

"You must name her," she tells him as she reaches back to stroke her fingers along his shaft, curious to see if he was being serious about being ready whenever she was and delighted to find out that he was. "It's bad luck to ride a horse with no name."

[wolfdogwitcher]

He groans, distracted from the business of the horse by her explorative touch. His erection had flagged slightly while they were chatting, but her touch stirs it to life again. He lets out a puff laughter. "Promise I'll think of something. Just...not right now, yeah?"

[hlaefdige]

It takes a little maneuvering, but Éomer does her best to get her hand around him once more so she can stroke him a few times to get him back to full hardness so she can settle herself above his hips and line him up against her so she can push down and take him inside her.

"You don't want to pick a name—" she breaks off for a moment, wiggling her hips and biting her lip against a laugh and a moan both, "—this very moment?"

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Unless you want her name to be 'Fuck' or some other obscene exaltation, yeah, it can wait." He pants, reaching to take hold of her hips, smiling his lopsided smile.

[hlaefdige]

Flushed pink and a glistening lightly from sweat, she braces her hands on his chest and grins back at him, easing herself down until he's seated fully inside her and she can rest her entire weight on him.

"You could start a new trend..."