Though Fëanor was very much not a morning person and Maglor was aware of this, Maglor still woke Fëanor up at dawn. "It's going to rain," Maglor said - the colors of dawn were muted pastels and mixed with grey clouds, and Fëanor knew Maglor was more attuned to the weather than he was. "We should head back to the house before the rain gets here."
Of course, they got caught in the downpour when they were halfway there. Fëanor was in the best mood he'd been in since his re-embodiment and he felt playful. He took off his clothes, and then Maglor did as well. Fëanor took a moment to admire Maglor's naked body, then he tapped Maglor's shoulder and said, "You're it."
Fëanor ran ahead of Maglor. Running naked through the forest in the rain felt freeing - like a return to innocence, before the days of tragedy and tears unnumbered. The rain felt cleansing, and the chase was wild and giddy and fun, their laughter echoing through the trees.
But when Maglor caught him, the innocence gave way to something... darker. More primal. Maglor tackled Fëanor to the ground, and bit his neck with a growl.
Fëanor's cock hardened, his mind feverish with the memories of sucking and grinding together last night. Fëanor wished Maglor had brought oil with him - the thought of Maglor taking him like this out here in the forest drove him mad with lust.
But there would be other times. Here, now, they rolled around together in the wet grass and ferns, wrestling, taking turns biting each other, both of them hard, cocks sliding together, sometimes dragging against thighs as they grappled for dominance. While Fëanor knew he was going to "lose" the battle and submit, he nonetheless relished the fight, wanting to feel Maglor's strength, challenging it until Maglor overpowered him.
At last Maglor pinned Fëanor on his back, his hands locked around Fëanor's wrists, and Fëanor arched to him, whimpering as Maglor bit his neck once more, then licked up and down Fëanor's neck, nibbled and kissed the sweet hollow where neck met shoulder... then Maglor claimed Fëanor's mouth with a deep, passionate kiss. Their cocks were both slick with pre-spend, feeling even silkier as Maglor worked his hips, cock rubbing cock, the perfect blend of aggression and sensuality.
They rutted on the ground like animals, lost in lust for each other's raindrop-glistening bodies, the pleasure of cock fucking cock, silken teasing of shaft caressing shaft, up and down, around and around. Fëanor rocked his hips, sliding up as Maglor slid down, sliding down as Maglor's cock dragged its way up, as they kissed again and again, fierce, hungry kisses. They breathed each other's breath, panting for it, and kissed open-mouthed, the dance of their tongues licking in the same passionate rhythm of the more insistent rubbing of their cocks.
When they were both shuddering and gasping, hips bucking violently, Fëanor feeling the rough soil and rocks scraping his back, Maglor let go of Fëanor's wrists and seized both cocks in his fist. The fingers of his free hand scooped up their flowing pre-spend, making streamers between their cockheads, and Maglor shoved his fingers in Fëanor's mouth. When Fëanor had licked and sucked them clean, relishing the flavor of their sex, Maglor's hand came down on Fëanor's throat. Not quite enough to choke, just enough pressure to show Fëanor he was...
"Mine," Maglor snarled, and bit Fëanor's neck, one hand squeezing their cocks as tight as he could, stroking wildly, the other hand on Fëanor's throat, pressing just a little more. Owning. Possessing. Fëanor's life in his hands.
"Atya!" Fëanor cried out, his climax surging, spurting out of him as his body spasmed and the release throbbed and throbbed, melting into waves of delight.
"Mine," Maglor growled again, and gave a deep grunt as his hot seed splashed Fëanor's cock and poured its way down. The sight of Maglor's cock spending onto his made Fëanor spurt another arc of cream with a strangled sob.
"I love you," Maglor said, leaning in close.
"I love you," Fëanor breathed, looking into those grey eyes like the stormy sky above them, pulled into the eye of Maglor's stormy heart, knowing Maglor felt helpless to fix things for him just like Finarfin had long ago and this was a way of taking back control; Fëanor would offer himself to the lightning and let it set him aflame.
As if the world had seen into his soul, thunder clapped just as they kissed. Fëanor and Maglor both jumped, then clung to each other for a moment, laughing with relief that the thunderclap hadn't been terribly close.
Then it came again, louder, and there was a flash of lightning. Fëanor and Maglor sat up with a start.
They gave themselves a moment to stretch, then they started to run just in time for the thunder to roll once more. So long as they ducked under tree cover, Fëanor thought they would be safe, but his heart still pounded in his ears and by the time they reached the safety of the house, thunder roaring and lightning crackling onto the choppy dark sea, Fëanor felt like his heart was going to hammer its way out of his chest.
Maglor helped Fëanor inside and they kissed, breathless. The storm died down outside and since they were already drenched from being out in the rain, Maglor and Fëanor took a bath together. They took turns washing each other's hair and lathering each other's bodies... kissing, touching, spoiling each other with sensual pleasure. But when they were all clean they lingered, just holding each other in the warm water. The run through the forest in the thunderstorm had been both panic and exhilaration, and now as Fëanor calmed down, liquid heat enfolding him as he just rested in Maglor's arms, listening to his heartbeat, feeling Maglor's gentle touch petting his hair, rubbing his back, Fëanor felt like his body was crashing, heavier and heavier.
Maglor carried a half-asleep Fëanor out of bed, and Fëanor roused just enough to witness Maglor tucking him in. Then Maglor curled up next to him, the strong wall of his chest against Fëanor's back, powerful muscular arms holding him safe and tight. Maglor began to sing softly in Fëanor's ear, and to the sweet sound of Maglor's voice and the rain, Fëanor fell fast asleep.
Fëanor woke up to his neck being licked, kissed, and nibbled. Then full, soft lips on his own; Fëanor's lips parted instinctively and he moaned as a tongue swirled against his. Fëanor opened his eyes and smiled at Maglor. They kissed again, and Fëanor groaned as Maglor's cock rubbed his to hardness.
"Want you," Maglor rasped, before another deep kiss, then more kisses at Fëanor's sensitive neck, making him weak... making him ache for more. So much more.
"Need you," Fëanor whispered, nails digging at Maglor's hips.
As the rain fell outside, Maglor kissed and licked down Fëanor's body - starting with his right shoulder down his right arm, kissing his palm, sucking each finger, then he did the same with Fëanor's left hand, mouth working up Fëanor's left arm to his shoulder, fingers slowly walking and brushing in the wake of his tongue. Maglor lapped and suckled each of Fëanor's nipples, going back and forth between them, tongue lashing faster and faster, lips tugging harder and harder, until Fëanor's nipples were swollen into long, thick peaks and Fëanor's breath came out in shuddery gasps, trying to make words to beg to be fucked, and he could only moan. Maglor's thumbs rubbed at Fëanor's nipples, rubbing and pinching, as he licked and nibbled at Fëanor's stomach, making Fëanor clutch the headboard, whimpering as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Maglor kissed down Fëanor's left side and hip, down to his left thigh, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh, making Fëanor writhe, panting, then licked and caressed his way back up to Fëanor's stomach and kissed down the right side and hip, driving Fëanor wilder still. All the while, Maglor's fingers played over Fëanor's body, caressing in lazy circles all over, making Fëanor shiver.
Fëanor was frantic for relief, his entire body singing at Maglor's touch - knowing he would likely be covered in bruises tomorrow from Maglor's teeth, a visible sign of claiming, fueled his lust even hotter. Fëanor wanted to be his, wanted to be marked... inside and out. The thought of Maglor's seed inside him made Fëanor's hole twitch, cock pulsing with excitement. "Please," Fëanor begged, finding his words, desperate.
Maglor wasn't going to give in right away - he was too much like his uncles in that. Maglor smiled and just began to lick Fëanor's cock. Long, slow, languid strokes of his tongue up and down the shaft, around and around the head. Gentle flutters at the frenulum, then back to more slow licking at the shaft, and back and forth over the head. Maglor made a show of lapping at Fëanor's pre-spend, making streamers with his tongue. When Fëanor was writhing again, panting, whimpering, Maglor relented just a little and took the head of the cock in his mouth, sucking slowly, working his tongue to kiss it. Fëanor clutched at him, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, keening, wanting to come so badly yet never wanting Maglor to stop, his mouth so sweet...
Maglor reached over to the bedtable, and Fëanor noticed that Maglor had brought in a vial of oil. Fëanor laughed with relief and giddy anticipation, but his laughter became moans as Maglor started a new round of teasing, licking and sucking on Fëanor's balls, then he spread Fëanor's legs wider and tilted him up slightly, lowering his face to Fëanor's twitching hole. Fëanor gasped and cried out as Maglor's tongue circled the rim of his opening, then Maglor lapped at him, getting Fëanor's hole wet and relaxed with his skillful, wicked tongue, lashing away. Fëanor was almost ashamed of the broken cries he made, but he was too far gone in his lust and need. Maglor's tongue fucked and teased him until Fëanor was bucking his hips, snarling, panting, fucking himself on Maglor's tongue, needing more.
With Fëanor's cock in his mouth, Maglor worked oil-slick fingers inside him. Fëanor had not taken a real cock since his re-embodiment and Fëanor was tight, but Maglor knew how to get him yet more relaxed and ready. So very ready, wanting so very badly. Fëanor was almost sobbing by the time Maglor came up to kiss him, sharing pre-spend in the kiss - Maglor poured oil over his own cock and guided Fëanor's hand on his to stroke it, working in the oil. Then Fëanor's nails dug into Maglor's hips again, hearing himself pant "yes, yes, yesyesyes" as the head of Maglor's cock pressed against his opening.
They looked into each other's eyes as Maglor took him slowly, and when Maglor was all the way inside he tenderly touched Fëanor's face and kissed him hard. Fëanor leaned into Maglor's touch and put his hand on Maglor's hand, letting himself be loved after so many months of loneliness. His heart sang at the moment of feeling Maglor inside him for the first time - one flesh, feeling joined at the very fëa.
Maglor and Fëanor kept kissing as Maglor moved inside him ever so slowly, both to let Fëanor adjust to having a cock inside him after so long, and to make it last... to savor each other. The slow, sweet rubbing was pure sensual bliss, and Maglor and Fëanor ran their hands over each other's bodies, needing to touch, needing to feel, exploring and loving, making each other shudder with pleasure.
Time slipped away and all that existed was the push and pull of their bodies, their roaming hands, their kisses, the love in Maglor's eyes, the gentle rain falling outside. Fëanor took and took what Maglor had to give, each slow thrust and teasing touch building the tension higher and higher until at last they clung together, Maglor rocking into him harder as Fëanor panted, nails raking Maglor's back.
Maglor rose up, propped Fëanor's legs on his shoulders, and slammed away fast and frenzied, as Fëanor sobbed and howled, bucking his hips to match Maglor's rhythm, rubbing that sweet spot inside him so deliciously. Maglor reached down to stroke Fëanor's cock in time with his thrusts, until his balls were wildly slapping Fëanor's ass and his hand was a blur, Fëanor's cock making a wet rattling sound. Fëanor was right there, so close, trying to hang on just a little longer so Maglor could keep fucking him, needing to lose himself in their hot, primal sex...
"Come with me," Maglor ground out. "Come for your Atya."
"Atya! Atya!" Fëanor lost control, his seed shooting over Maglor's torso, painting Maglor's hard nipples. Maglor threw back his head and let out a hoarse shout as his hot seed spent deep inside Fëanor's pulsing channel. Fëanor sighed, toes curling, throbbing harder at the feeling of Maglor's spend filling him, claiming him.
Maglor came down and Fëanor threw his arms around him and they kissed passionately. They sighed together, and Maglor kissed him again. "I love you," Maglor said, his voice raw with emotion. "I love you so much..." He rained kisses over Fëanor's face; tears stung Fëanor's eyes, loving Maglor so much it hurt, grateful that his feelings were returned. "I love you." Maglor kissed the tears spilling down Fëanor's cheeks. "I love you."
"I love you." Fëanor touched Maglor's face, stroked his glorious hair. Maglor's own eyes were too bright; their foreheads pressed togther and they rubbed noses, all tenderness. "You are so beautiful." Fëanor's hand slid down to rest on Maglor's heart. "You are my Song."
Maglor kissed Fëanor's forehead, then rolled onto his side and held Fëanor close.
After awhile of just holding each other, legs entwined, there was a roar - but it wasn't thunder. It was Fëanor's stomach. Maglor laughed, and got up, giving Fëanor a view of his lovely ass before he walked off. Fëanor watched the rainy sea through the window, just letting himself be - for once, not thinking of a dozen different projects, or his troubles, truly present and content. When Maglor came back a short while later he had a tray of finger foods: slices of lembas, bits of cheese and meat, fresh fruit and vegetables.
They took turns feeding each other, licking and sucking each other's fingers clean, and at the end they ate berries off each other's bodies, lapping up the juices... getting hard again as tongues played over sensitized flesh.
Fëanor was eager for another round of hot sex with his gorgeous son, but his hole was a little sore from being used for the first time in too long. Maglor seemed to sense that, as they kissed and Fëanor urgently rubbed against him. "I want to fuck you some more but I don't want to hurt you," Maglor said softly, followed by, "...Yet," with a mischievous little grin and twinkle in his eye that sent a frisson down Fëanor's spine. Fëanor was sure that Maglor had learned well from Finarfin, and he couldn't wait to test that knowledge.
But there would be time enough for that. Here and now, they needed to make love again, to be soft and gentle with each other after so many years of torment and grief. "There's another way I can be inside you," Maglor husked, and pointed down. Maglor took the head of Fëanor's foreskin and rolled it over his own cockhead; Fëanor cried out as he felt Maglor fit inside the sensitive skin... and then began to work his cockhead in and out, back and forth, the heads of their cocks rubbing together, Maglor's cock looking like it had been swallowed by Fëanor's cock. The erotic sight of their cocks joined together and the luscious feeling of their cockheads teasing, Fëanor's foreskin kissing Maglor's cock, drove them both wild, clutching each other, panting together, moaning and grunting as the lust between them burned hotter and hotter, every caress of their cocks more and more delicious until they were both howling with pleasure.
They kissed deeply and moaned into the kiss as they climaxed together, feeling the white-hot seed flow between them as Fëanor closed his eyes against the blinding brilliance of his orgasm, more intense than the last. When Maglor pulled his cockhead out of Fëanor's foreskin, they both groaned appreciatively at the debauched sight of their combined spend dripping out. Maglor dove down to catch it with his tongue, then came up to kiss Fëanor open-mouthed, tongues rubbing as they made a sloppy mess with their cream. They licked it from each other's chins and kissed again - all the sensual, decadent kissing would have made Fëanor hard again if he wasn't so shattered.
"You are a wonderful lover," Fëanor told him, meaning it. Even if he hadn't been so starved for touch, Maglor seemed to treat sex as an art form.
Like Finarfin did. Fëanor tried not to miss Finarfin, tried not to resent his feud with Fingolfin standing in the way of that.
Then Maglor's arms tightened around him. "And you... are a good boy."
Fëanor bit his lip, cheeks burning like he was a young ellon again. He did so love hearing that, though he wished he could earn praise in some way.
He was sure he'd have plenty of opportunities before they had to leave Tol Eressëa.
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