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"I am not here, and they are not naked..." Pippin was in denial. He definitely was standing in the doorway of Frodo's kitchen, and Frodo was definitely naked. And on all fours. And being enthusiastically buggered by an equally naked Merry. Merry looked up and grinned, not missing a stroke. "Hey Frodo, we've got an audience." Frodo glanced up and groaned, flushing a little brighter, which was hard, seeing as he was already pretty red-faced from the exertion. Pippin heard a little voice in his head telling him to turn around, run away and forget this ever happened. Everything below his chin was telling him that he was listening to the wrong head. The other head was telling him that if Frodo and Merry minded him watching, they'd have stopped by now. The other head was also reminding him that he'd had more than one wet dream about Frodo's mouth. "Well," Merry asked, "are you joining in or not?" Pippin was on his knees in front of Frodo, with his trousers down, and his favourite head out before Merry finished speaking. He shuffled forward nervously then yelped as Frodo lunged at him; and suddenly Pippin's whole world was tongue and suction. Pippin dragged his eyes away from the sight of Frodo's mouth moving up and down his shaft and looked up at Merry, who was still pumping away and grinning. "Good, isn't it?" Merry asked. Pippin just nodded, he had a feeling he was going to embarrass himself pretty quickly. Then Merry thrust a little harder, forcing Frodo forward. Pippin felt himself slide into Frodo's throat, just as Frodo groaned. That was more than he could take. Pippin grabbed hold of Frodo's ears and jerked twice, then suddenly realised he might be choking Frodo. Merry let out a gaspy laugh, as Pippin fell back on the floor, splashing Hobbit-juice all over Frodo's face. Pippin scrambled back up onto his knees. "Oh Frodo, I'm really sorry." Frodo had his mouth open, but wasn't saying much. It was mostly grunts and whimpers. "Don't worry about it. He did the same to me less than an hour ago." Merry said cheerfully. "Really?" Pippin asked. He couldn't imagine Frodo doing anything so... undignified. Then again, he hadn't imagined Frodo would like having Merry up his bum either, and it looked like Frodo really really liked that. In fact, Frodo had dropped down onto one elbow, while his free hand worked away between his legs. Pippin looked down at himself. His other head looked back. "Well, looks like we're all here, might as well go the whole hog." Pippin stripped off the rest of his clothes and prepared to join in again. None of them heard the door, thanks mainly to the very peculiar sounds Merry made as he came. Vegetables rolled all over the floor as Sam dropped his basket. "I am not here, and they are not naked..."
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