Rating: PG – implied
Disclaimer: The imagined world belongs to Tolkien. The rest of it... well.
Boromir sat back, admiring the subtle line the finely boned collar gave to the square shoulders. The model turned; ‘...yes, the width was good... tapering to a neatly tidy waist, before jetting pleasingly out around the hip’s curve.’
“Move your hair back.”
Obediently, his study raised his arms to twist back the obscuring mane, before turning to face Boromir. The creases over the shoulder flexed without undue rippling. ‘Indeed... a beautiful fit...’
“Better. Step closer, I want to touch...”
Théodred... naked, seductive, did as he was bid.
“Sweet Eru... was a wonderful tailor when he crafted your birthday-suit!” Boromir whispered.