"Why are you looking at me like that?" Fëanor raised an eyebrow.
Maglor sighed deeply. While he was glad Finarfin had built a workshop with his vacation home, in anticipation of Fëanor someday staying there, Fëanor had been there almost non-stop through their holiday, only taking breaks for mealtime or sleep and sometimes not even then. Maglor had been trying to find the right time and place to talk to Fëanor about this, carefully rehearsing the speech in his mind, but it was fraught enough that Maglor kept holding off, not wanting to ruin the few moments of peace they shared. But Maglor guessed his face and eyes betrayed him. He put down his spoon and leaned back in his chair. All of his practiced words went flying away on the winds as he blurted out, "We've been here for five days and you've been holed up in the workshop almost the entire time. I'd been hoping to spend some time with you." Maglor looked down. "I feel ignored."
Fëanor's mouth opened, and hung open for a full moment, his eyes wide. Then he closed his mouth, swallowed hard, and came around the dining table, knelt beside Maglor, and put his arms around him. "Forgive me. I have been selfish."
Maglor sighed again, and rested a hand on Fëanor's head. He could hear the sadness in his father's voice and it made him ache, even as a frisson of desire went through him at the proximity of Fëanor's body... Fëanor on his knees before him. Maglor fought the urge to say if you really want to make it up to me... and pull out his cock. As badly as he wanted to seduce Fëanor and enact Finarfin's plan of training him as a submissive, to make the reconciliation with Fingolfin easier, he felt like now would be taking advantage of him - if Fëanor was even open to the idea and not repulsed; after all it was one thing to fuck one's brothers, another thing to fuck one's adult son.
So Maglor gently tousled Fëanor's hair instead, enjoying the silky feel of it, watching it shine blue-black in the light. After a moment Fëanor explained himself, "I have been under watch constantly since my return. This is the first time I've been free of my handlers. It's been difficult if not impossible for me to create when I'm being watched so carefully. Now that I'm alone and have a chance to breathe, the creative energy came rushing back to me, like a dam bursting with a flood..."
"Of course." Now Maglor felt like the selfish one - he took his own ability to compose and play his harp and sing whenever and wherever he liked for granted, and imagined if their situations were reversed he'd be feeling stifled as well. And he knew that art was how Fëanor coped with his pain - there being so much of it, having died a traumatic death and having so much tragedy in the years beforehand; none of that had gone away with re-embodiment. "I understand." His hand moved from Fëanor's head to touch his face, and once again a frisson went through him, hungering to touch Fëanor all over, soothe his pain with pleasure. "I suppose if you need more time to yourself, you can -"
"No." Fëanor shook his head vehemently. "You wanted a holiday to spend time with me. I disappointed you. I should have known better." Fëanor pursed his lips. "You know I would have parted with the Silmarils for the lives of any of my sons, but especially you. That is how much you mean to me, Kanafinwë. There is nothing I would not do for you. What would you like to do with me?"
Their eyes held for a long moment, and Maglor once again fought the urge to free his cock and command Fëanor to suck. He also fought the urge to tell Fëanor to make amends with Fingolfin - he knew the nothing I would not do for you most likely didn't extend that far, and it said something about how deeply Fëanor felt hurt and betrayed by Fingolfin that he would be more willing to yield the Silmarils for the lives of his sons than take the initiative of mending his relationship with his brother.
Maglor closed his eyes, his mind's eye burning with images of their bodies writhing together. The task his husband had given him - tame bratty Fëanor - now seemed like the greatest challenge of his life.
One step at a time. Maglor stroked his father's cheek. "A day at the beach tomorrow, perhaps?" They were on an island and there were beaches everywhere, but the vacation home was a short walk away from a particularly lovely beach with white sands and a coastal forest.
"Sounds good," Fëanor said. He rose and went back around to his seat at the dining table.
Maglor managed a smile. He did, of course, want to spend time with his father, but the thought of Fëanor shirtless in the ocean, glistening wet... Maglor shuddered, his half-hard cock twitching.
Patience, Maglor told himself and sipped his wine, trying not to think about what it would be like to lick wine from Fëanor's naked body as he and Finarfin had with each other.
A day at the beach was just what they both needed. Fëanor decided that he wanted to build sand sculptures, and Maglor helped. It had been a very long time since Maglor had watched Fëanor create anything - Fëanor was usually very private about his work - but it brought back fond memories of Fëanor trying Nerdanel's pottery wheel and making customized bowls and drinking cups for his sons... Fëanor making the lamps because Maglor had needed a light through the night when he was an elfling, and Maglor got to supervise his father's work... Fëanor painting murals in each of his sons' rooms and letting them all choose the scenes and colors and lend some brush strokes.
Maglor had been in awe of Fëanor when he was an elfling - it had been Fëanor's artistry that had inspired Maglor to take up the harp, wanting to do with sound what Fëanor did with metal and stone and color and light. Somewhere along the way, that awe had blossomed into passionate love and lust. As Fëanor shaped birds and animals with the sand, Maglor remembered the rare, precious moments where the night sky in Beleriand had lit up in ribbons of vibrant color, the sky seeming to sing. Fëanor's creative energy reminded Maglor of that light in the sky - though Fëanor was in the darkness of grief, the beauty of the world through his eyes still shimmered through. It was exhilarating to witness and participate, and in those moments of watching Fëanor create, it was also as erotic to Maglor as if Fëanor was naked and covered in oil.
Of course, Maglor got to see something similar - once each of them had built a dozen sculptures and the sand and sea were touched by that haze of golden light just before sunset, Fëanor led Maglor out to the tide. They stripped down to their smallclothes and waded into the water together. The sight of Fëanor's body glistening wet was almost Maglor's undoing. He desperately wanted to take Fëanor in his arms and kiss him as the sky began to burn orange and pink... wanted to push Fëanor in the sand and rut madly with him as the red fire smouldered down into deep blue and violet. But he held back, watching Fëanor stand in the waves rolling over him, arms oustretched as if inviting the water to cleanse old wounds.
He still needs a little more time to heal and just be before I begin the process of breaking him. Maglor thought of when he first began to submit to Finarfin, and when Maedhros first began to submit to them both, the emotional catharsis that each session of pain-pleasure wrought. He knew there would never be a perfect time to approach Fëanor and see if Fëanor would even want him, let alone want to play those kinds of games with him. But they needed at least a few more days of innocence, like this.
Fëanor was in better spirits at evening mealtime and that, in turn, made Maglor feel a little better even as he ached for the man currently out of his reach. After supper they walked through the gardens and sat at the fountain, watching the stars rise. Fëanor's wonder in the starry sky brought tears to Maglor's eyes, realizing just how briefly Fëanor had survived in Middle-Earth.
"It's so shiny," Fëanor said, his voice hushed with reverence... and then he realized he sounded silly and gave a nervous laugh. Maglor smiled indulgently, finding it charming.
Fëanor took a deep breath. "I had fun today, thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Would you like go sailing tomorrow?" Fëanor asked. Then he gave another nervous laugh. "I shouldn't have suggested that, I know me and ships is probably a bad -"
Maglor put up his hand. On the contrary, Maglor thought it would be good for Fëanor to rebuild positive associations with ships, and it was a good sign that he had asked; Fëanor had hid under a pile of blankets on the voyage to Tol Eressëa. "I'd like that."
He thought of the times he and Finarfin had made love on a boat, and knew Finarfin and Fëanor had probably done the same. Maybe they could indulge in that same pleasure before the holiday was over.
Back in his room, Maglor was sexually frustrated. He'd gotten accustomed to having sex every day with Finarfin, and the last few days without being touched, without feeling another body on his, made his skin hunger.
He took the palantir to his bath, and after a few minutes Finarfin appeared in the glass. Maglor greeted his husband not with words, but by his hard cock twitching as if to wave, and Finarfin laughed with delight.
Then Finarfin's brow furrowed. "You are alone."
Maglor nodded solemnly. "I have just now, today, gotten him to come out of his forge and spend time with me. I think he's going to need at least another few days before I can enact your plan." Maglor sighed. "Being under watch is really getting to him."
"I can relax the surveillance once he is tamed and people see he is not a threat. And I knew that it would probably take a few weeks, if not a month or two."
"That is a long time to be apart from you," Maglor said. "Already, I miss you terribly."
"I miss you too, my love."
"I wish I was at your feet, serving you," Maglor said, stroking himself, giving Finarfin a show. "Taking care of your needs."
Finarfin gave a small, wicked smile. "I am not completely going without." He snapped his fingers, and Maedhros and Fingon came over - both naked.
Fingon and Maedhros took some time to kiss each other, every few kisses open-mouthed with their tongues licking and teasing, while they caressed each other, hard cocks rubbing together. Maglor groaned, stroking himself harder, his lust fueled by the sight of Finarfin also stroking himself as he watched his sluts play.
At last, Finarfin snapped his fingers again and Maedhros and Fingon got on either side of him. Finarfin kissed Maedhros, then Finarfin kissed Fingon, then Fingon and Maedhros kissed again, then they shared a three-way kiss with their tongues rubbing, driving Maglor mad with lust, gripping his cock tighter. Fingon and Maedhros got to work, kissing and licking Finarfin's neck and shoulders... kissing their way down to his hard nipples. Maglor watched, stroking himself furiously as Fingon and Maedhros lapped at Finarfin's nipples, sucked them hard, then their tongues swirled around and around and gently fluttered before lashing away harder, faster. Finarfin groaned, hand rubbing up and down his shaft as Fingon and Maedhros's lips tugged at his nipples, then their tongues lashed again, making Finarfin's nipples plump and glistening wet. Maglor wished he was there joining in, aching for one of those nipples in his mouth, aching to feel Finarfin's mouth on his nipples...
Fingon and Maedhros kissed, licked and nibbled at the sculpted planes of Finarfin's stomach, and then they began to lick at his cock together, both lapping at the head, then Fingon's tongue rubbed back and forth over the head, around and around, while Maedhros licked up and down the shaft. Finarfin's moans got louder, and he grabbed Fingon and Maedhros by the hair, grunting as Fingon drew the cockhead into his mouth, kissing it, while Maedhros sucked on the balls. Maglor moaned too, one hand reaching to play with his balls as he made himself slow down, savoring the delicious, debauched sight of his brother and cousin servicing his uncle, not wanting to come too soon.
Maedhros licked at Finarfin's balls, then his tongue was on Finarfin's shaft again, up and down in long, slow strokes, then faster, laving it. His tongue joined Fingon's on the head of Finarfin's cock once more, making streamers with Finarfin's pre-spend. When Fingon and Maedhros rubbed their tongues together, making a sloppy mess with Finarfin's pre-spend, Maglor almost climaxed, gritting his teeth and letting out a deep, primal growl.
"Such good boys," Finarfin husked. He stroked Maedhros's face and Maedhros's smile went right to Maglor's heart. Then Finarfin tousled Fingon's hair and playfully tweaked a braid and Fingon slid up for a kiss. Finarfin sucked on Fingon's lower lip before they kissed again, and then Fingon sucked on Finarfin's tongue and Maglor almost came again. He let go of his cock and his cock throbbed, urgent for more attention.
Then Maglor couldn't help touching himself again as Finarfin dove down and took both Fingon and Maedhros's cocks in his mouth, bobbing his head, sucking greedily, slurping away as Fingon and Maedhros kissed passionately, playing with each other's nipples, moaning. "Your fathers and I loved doing this to each other," Finarfin purred, just before he ran his tongue all over their cocks, making them gasp and cry out. He sucked on them again, moaning with his mouth full, stroking himself. The thought of Finarfin, Fingolfin and Fëanor all taking turns sucking two cocks at once brought Maglor dangerously close to climax...
...wanting so badly to see it. Strengthening his resolve to get Fëanor to submit and be a good boy with Fingolfin.
Finarfin made a lewd, obscene show of lapping up their pre-spend, then kissed each of them in turn with their pre-spend on his tongue. "My sluts want a good, hard fucking, don't you?" he asked. Maedhros and Fingon nodded vehemently.
Both Maedhros and Fingon got down on all fours, side by side, kissing each other as Finarfin gave Maedhros's ass a few slaps, then Fingon's. Finarfin laughed as their holes twitched, eager to be filled. Finarfin leaned in and began to lap at Maedhros's passage, while Maedhros whimpered into a deep kiss with Fingon, and Fingon groaned in response. Maglor gave a shuddery sigh, missing that sweet tongue, remembering how it felt licking at his opening the same way. Maglor once again slowed down his stroke, trying to make himself last.
Finarfin moved over to Fingon and did the same to him, tonguing Fingon's hole while Fingon howled and whined into Maedhros's kisses. "Ai, you're like a bitch in heat," Finarfin whispered, before he smacked Fingon's ass and his tongue lashed harder, faster. Fingon rocked his hips, fucking himself on Finarfin's tongue, and Maedhros growled and kissed him again, while Fingon made high-pitched urgent noises, continuing to work his hips while Finarfin shook his head, tongue rubbing wildly.
"Please," Fingon begged. "Please, please..."
"Such a slut." Finarfin smacked Fingon's ass again.
Finarfin set them in place, Maedhros face down ass up in front of Fingon, Fingon on all fours before Finarfin. Finarfin poured oil down the crack of Fingon's ass, watching Fingon's hole twitch as oil dripped inside. He passed the vial up to Fingon and groaned, oiling his cock and stroking it, as Fingon's slick fingers worked inside Maedhros.
Watching Fingon take Maedhros, then Finarfin take Fingon, was one of the most erotic sights Maglor had ever witnessed. Even moreso when Finarfin grabbed Fingon by the braids, their hips slapping together, and Finarfin growled, "Fuck him hard like I'm fucking you, slut."
"Yes, hántya, yes..." Fingon worked his hips harder, faster, slamming into Maedhros, who screamed and bucked his hips, matching Fingon's rhythm, needy for it.
"More," Maedhros begged. "More, just like that..."
"Your hole feels so fucking good," Fingon groaned. "So does your cock, hántya."
"Such delicious sluts," Finarfin said. He smacked Fingon's ass and yanked Fingon's braids harder. "Such good boys, putting on a show for Káno."
Maglor moaned.
Finarfin turned his head to look at Maglor through the palantir, and licked his lips. "I bet you wish you were here, getting fucked just like this."
Maglor nodded and moaned again.
Finarfin sped up, and so did Fingon. Maglor thrilled to the sound of their hips smacking, the wet suctioning sound of well-oiled holes being fucked, the panting and moaning. He loved watching Finarfin's cock glide in and out of Fingon's hole, as Fingon's cock slid in and out of Maedhros. Maglor was so close, his hand a blur, cock rattling, hearing himself whimpering. Fingon's hand reached around to stroke Maedhros's cock in the same rhythm.
Finarfin's voice shook as he continued, "Or maybe all tied up and made to watch... not able to touch yourself, cock aching for relief... and when we're ready, we come all over your beautiful body..."
Maglor lost control and climaxed, crying out, shooting his seed all over the palantir just in time for Maedhros to turn his head and watch. Maedhros came too with a hoarse shout, and two thrusts later Fingon threw his head back and grunted and then Finarfin shuddered, gasping for breath, then let out a content sigh as his body relaxed.
Maglor stopped himself from leaning too far back in the bath. Finarfin grinned and blew Maglor a kiss. "I love you, husband."
"I love you." Maglor smiled back. The release wasn't as good as it would have been if Finarfin was there in the flesh, but the show lifted his spirits a bit.
"We might all do this together, once Fëanor pulls his head out of his arse," Finarfin said.
Maedhros nodded. "He needs to make some room for us to fuck it."
The thought of them all taking turns fucking Fëanor made Maglor harden right up again. A few kisses later Finarfin, Maedhros and Fingon were ready for more, and Maedhros gave Maglor a good look at his hole, open and dripping with Fingon's seed, just before he sank down on Fingon and Finarfin's cocks, riding them, cock rubbing cock inside him.
Maglor couldn't wait to do this with Fëanor.
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