Quivering with excitement, cock stiffening in his breeches, Maglor made his way to Finarfin's bedchamber with his new key, heeding Finarfin's instructions by ósanwe over dinner for Maglor to let himself in the room after dinner and wait there.
He had been aching for Finarfin all day, starting with practicing at his harp and remembering how Finarfin had been his harp teacher long ago - all three of the Finwion brothers had a special skill as Noldor were expected to have, for Fëanor it had been smithing, for Fingolfin it had been his intellect and swordsmanship, and Finarfin had a talent for poetry and song. Finarfin had taught music to Maglor, Fingon and Finrod, who had all eventually surpassed him, but Finarfin was proud of them - that was exactly what he had hoped for as their teacher and mentor. Yet, even with Maglor's stronger skills of harp and song, he nonetheless had idolized his teacher, and as he grew into manhood the admiration turned to lust, and passion. Every time he played harp it reminded him of Finarfin, and today as he plucked the strings his mind taunted him with memories of his fingers playing over Finarfin's body, making Finarfin moan with pleasure.
He hadn't composed any new songs in a long time, not since the Noldolantë, but today he began to craft the beginning of a song for Finarfin, to express his love.
He felt giddy, laughing a little to himself as he let himself into Finarfin's bedchamber. He felt happy and playful and unrestrained in a way he hadn't felt in many years. He felt like he was coming alive again.
When he stepped into Finarfin's bedroom, the rush intensified. As he undressed, his cock rose against his stomach, balls tight with need. He got on the bed and waited for Finarfin, as he was told... and despite the sheets and covers being clean, Maglor could still smell Finarfin's scent. The silk of the sheets rubbed against Maglor's naked flesh in a most arousing way, and Maglor's breath hitched as his cock began to drip with anticipation. Maglor's mind's eye replayed the heated memories of their coupling on this bed... and so many fantasies Maglor had over the years, pleasuring himself, all the things he wanted to do to Finarfin, and have Finarfin do to him.
So great was Maglor's desire, hard cock throbbing, clear drops of the juices of his arousal flowing down his shaft, that he couldn't help but touch himself. Just a little. Stroking himself as he'd done many times before, thinking of his beloved uncle. Now he was in that uncle's bed, waiting for his uncle to fuck him, use him, take what he wanted. Maglor buried his face in the pillow to muffle a moan, even though there was an enchantment on the room to block sound from escaping, it was still force of habit. The pillow smelled like Finarfin, like jasmine and musk. Maglor's cock leapt, balls tightening even more.
Maglor gripped his cock more firmly and stroked harder. A voice in the back of his head cautioned him to slow down, lest he bring himself off quickly, but his fantasies burned even hotter, exploring Finarfin's body with his lips and tongue, worshiping it, sucking him, being sucked, taking Finarfin's cock in different positions...
...feeling Finarfin's hands on him, roughly grabbing his hair, smacking his ass. Finarfin pounding him harder and harder. Finarfin's teeth in his neck, then a deep kiss as Finarfin's hand grasped his cock...
Maglor sped up, his fist on his cock even tighter, stroking fast and furious. Once again the back of his mind told him to slow down, but he was too far gone in his lust, pretending the hand on his cock was Finarfin's, and it felt so good.
As the door opened and Finarfin saw Maglor there, cock in hand, it set Maglor off, coming all over his stomach and chest and even his face, panting, chest heaving as the relief and pleasure pulsed through him. Finarfin stood there for a moment, watching the sight of Maglor in ecstasy, and finally he approached the bed, slowly, still fully clothed.
"You," Finarfin said, "were a naughty boy, getting started without me."
Maglor could come again, and Finarfin knew this, but it would take awhile for him to recharge. Maglor continued to twitch, the pleasure cresting then falling. Finarfin's lips quirked as he sat on the edge of the bed and wiped some of Maglor's seed from his bare flesh, and Maglor sighed as he watched Finarfin suck his own fingers, tasting it.
"Mmmm, that's nice and sweet." Then Finarfin reached over and yanked Maglor up by the hair, tugging so hard it made Maglor yelp - and he loved it. "Not as sweet as it's going to be to punish you, though."
Maglor moaned, and let out a yelp again as Finarfin rose and began dragging Maglor along by his hair. As they made their way through the labyrinthine passages to the dungeon, Finarfin continued to seize Maglor's hair, pulling, and by the time they reached the dungeon, Maglor was fully hard again.
"Slut," Finarfin teased, running his finger down Maglor's shaft, making it jump.
"Yes, hántya." Maglor loved admitting to it, that shameless, wanton feeling, so deliciously defiant of the Laws, so wild and free. "For you."
"That's right." Finarfin reached around and smacked Maglor's ass, hard. "My slut. Mine. You belong to me. That means you were a naughty boy, touching yourself, getting yourself off. Your pleasure is mine to give."
"Yes, hántya." Maglor shuddered, cock throbbing, hole twitching. He wanted Finarfin so badly it made his balls ache. He especially wanted Finarfin when he was possessive like this. After being so alone for so long it felt good to be his.
Once again seizing Maglor by the hair and pulling him along, Finarfin marched him over to the part of the wall where a bench folded out when a panel was pressed. Finarfin roughly shoved Maglor over the bench, and Maglor watched Finarfin select a riding crop. Finarfin came over and brushed it against Maglor's lips, made Maglor kiss it, before he came around to where Maglor's ass was pointed at him.
"You deserve twelve lashes, six for each side. You will tell me to stop if it's too much. Agreed?"
"Yes." Maglor wiggled his ass at Finarfin, remembering the sting of the crop before and how much he loved it, even though it had eventually stung hard enough to make him cry - and he'd needed that. He was eager for more.
The crop cracked down hard on one ass cheek, then the other. Maglor cried out as his flesh was stung and the stinging radiated up into his back and down into his thighs. But his cock also hardened, throbbing.
The crop came down again, one side, then the other. Maglor gasped and shivered, hearing himself let out a breathy moan as he gripped the ends of the bench, white-knuckled, feeling his hole twitch as the pain transmuted to pleasure, and desire. Finarfin dominating him like this made his lust fever-hot.
Once again the crop slapped his ass, one side, then the other. Maglor cried out again, and panted as his cock jolted and his hole twitched again, feeling ready to climb the walls out of sexual frustration.
"So naughty." Finarfin brought the crop down a seventh and eighth time. "Such a naughty, naughty boy." This time his hand gently rubbed where the crop had slapped - the silken caress of Finarfin's touch over his sensitized flesh almost brought Maglor off right then - and the tip of the crop made a long, teasing stroke down Maglor's ass crack, then back up, back down to circle around his hole, and back up.
"Fuck me," Maglor begged, balls ever tightening.
Finarfin chuckled. "We're not done yet, my pet." The crop delivered a ninth and tenth smack, making Maglor howl at the stinging pain, then the wave of pleasure and arousal.
Finally, the last two blows landed, the hardest ones of all. Maglor screamed, then sobbed a little, the pleasure-pain transmuting yet again to relief, feeling like he'd had whatever the mental equivalent of an orgasm was, the rush of emotion pulling him under.
Finarfin helped him up, and for a moment he held Maglor, tenderly stroking his hair. They kissed, and Maglor's cock leapt, dripping with slick arousal. Finarfin laughed as he cupped Maglor's cock and gave it a few slow strokes, then he grabbed a handful of Maglor's hair again and dragged him over to the restraint table. "Now then, I think my naughty boy needs a lesson in patience."
Maglor obediently climbed on the table and watched as Finarfin bound his wrists and ankles. After Maglor was securely tied, Finarfin stood there for a moment, surveying his handiwork, then they looked into each other's eyes and Finarfin touched Maglor's face. Maglor nuzzled Finarfin's hand and kissed it, trusting him completely. Offering himself in surrender, in worship.
Finarfin got the swan feather, and began to brush the feather all over Maglor's body, all the more sensitive for the soreness of his ass, the heightened senses that followed such punishment. The feather traced down Maglor's throat, played over one nipple, then the other, back and forth, teasing them to hard, aching peaks. Finarfin leaned down to lap one as the feather swirled around the other before flicking it; Finarfin suckled hard as the feather continued to glide over the other nipple. Then Finarfin moved around to the other side of the table, licking and sucking the other nipple as the feather played with the one where his mouth had just been. Maglor loved it, writhing against the restraints, panting, his cock dripping, trying to make words to beg Finarfin to fuck him but all he could make was feral animal noises.
The feather traced the planes of Maglor's stomach and Finarfin kissed here, licked there, nibbled, sucked. The feather slid down to a thigh, and Finarfin kissed and nibbled in the wake of the feather, then came around to the other side to give the other thigh the same love. The feather teased behind a knee, down a sensitive calf, and back up, Finarfin's tongue following, his eyes locked with Maglor's as he licked ever so slowly. The feather and Finarfin's tongue went back to Maglor's thighs, and his stomach, the feather brushing and stroking as Finarfin's lips and tongue worked their wicked magic. When Finarfin started on Maglor's nipples again, Maglor let out an urgent whine and finally found his words.
"Please. Please, have mercy. Please, I need your cock, I need your seed..."
"Is that so?" Finarfin grinned, and rose up. He took his cock out of his breeches - he was just as hard as Maglor, cock flushed a deep pink, veins prominent, and Maglor licked his lips at the sight of the clear fluid dripping down his already-glistening cock.
Maglor whimpered, pleading with his eyes.
Finarfin laughed, and began to stroke himself, just as he'd walked in on Maglor doing. Maglor's breath hitched at the gorgeous sight of Finarfin taking himself in hand, working that long, thick cock, breathing harder. Their eyes met and Finarfin bit his lower lip and let out a grunt, gripping himself harder.
Maglor realized then what Finarfin was doing. "You need my cock, you said? You need my seed?" Finarfin licked his lips, stroking faster. "This is what naughty boys get..."
And as badly as Maglor wanted Finarfin to take him, for that cock and that seed to be inside him, Finarfin looked so delicious pleasuring himself that Maglor couldn't even be upset about it. Finarfin was so aroused from disciplining and teasing Maglor that it didn't take much longer, and at last Finarfin's eyes rolled back and he trembled as an arc of his seed sprayed onto Maglor's chest, then another hit Maglor in the face and the hair, then more seed splashed over Maglor's cock. Finarfin's seed on his cock... Maglor whimpered, shivering, balls painfully tight.
"There, you little slut," Finarfin said. "That's what naughty boys who spend themselves without their owner's touch receive."
And Maglor still loved it. Finarfin coming was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen, and he loved wearing Finarfin's seed, marked, claimed.
Finarfin freed Maglor from the restraints, and walked him back to the bedchamber - Finarfin still clothed, his cock back in his breeches, Maglor naked and covered with Finarfin's seed as well as his own from earlier. Maglor's hard cock bobbed with each step, and when they arrived in Finarfin's bedchamber, Maglor's cock began to make a clear puddle on the floor. Maglor desperately hoped it wasn't over yet, that Finarfin would let him come.
"Get on the bed," Finarfin instructed.
Maglor did as he was told, and watched Finarfin undress. He sighed, admiring Finarfin's sculpted body, the strength and grace of him. Finarfin climbed on the bed, over him, and pulled Maglor into a deep kiss, and Maglor whimpered into the kiss as he felt Finarfin's hand on his cock.
"Does my boy want to come?" Finarfin asked.
"Yes, hántya. So badly."
"Are you going to be a good boy?"
"Yes. I'll be your good boy, hántya."
Finarfin kissed him again. Now he took both their cocks into his fist, and Maglor quivered at the feel of Finarfin's cock hardening back to life, the velvet steel rubbing against his, cock teasing cock.
Finarfin rolled onto his back and pulled Maglor's hair again. As much as Maglor's scalp was getting sore from how many times Finarfin pulled his hair, Maglor loved it. Finarfin yanked Maglor down to the hard cock jutting out at him. "Get me ready."
Maglor greedily took the cock in his mouth, bobbing up and down, sucking hard and fast, slurping, suctioning, until Finarfin was rolling his hips, gently fucking Maglor's mouth, panting, moaning, his fists in Maglor's hair. "That's good," Finarfin gasped.
"Mmmmmm," Maglor moaned around the cock in his mouth. He loved pleasing Finarfin. He was so turned on by having Finarfin's cock in his mouth, watching and listening to Finarfin respond, that he wanted to stroke himself, but he had to be a good boy.
Finarfin's moans got louder and finally he tugged on Maglor's hair to pull Maglor off his cock. "Want to come inside you."
Maglor would have loved to taste him, but he wanted to feel Finarfin inside him even more. Maglor got out the oil before Finarfin had a chance to, and Finarfin laughed at Maglor's enthusiasm, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose, then he lay back against the pillows. "I want you to ride me."
Once Finarfin's cock was oiled, Maglor straddled Finarfin's hips and sank down. So thick, Maglor felt like he was being split, but he took it, loved it, and began to ride madly. Finarfin made Maglor work for it, rocking his own hips, driving into him, balls smacking Maglor's ass, and Maglor held onto Finarfin's hair, matching each thrust with a bounce of his own, working his hips in circles and squeezing his inner walls to tease them both as they got closer. Maglor could stay lost in that perfect rhythm forever, rubbing that sweet spot just right, lost in the beauty of Finarfin giving fully into that animal side, a fierce, predatory look on his face as he pounded away, muscles rippling, but the tension built to the breaking point as Finarfin stroked Maglor's cock, growling at him.
"Come with me," Finarfin rasped.
They came together, Maglor's seed shooting over Finarfin's chest and stomach and throat as Finarfin spent into him, both of them crying out, gasping, panting. Maglor leaned down and Finarfin wrapped his arms around him as they kissed deeply. Then Finarfin pulled Maglor close, against his chest, and they rocked together as Finarfin softened inside him, petting Maglor's hair, rubbing his back.
"Good boy," Finarfin whispered.
Maglor smiled, loving to hear that more than anything in the world. "I love you, Ara."
"I love you, my Káno." Finarfin kissed the tip of Maglor's nose - Maglor smiled harder; he loved that too - and their noses rubbed together before Maglor snuggled into Finarfin's chest again. "Such a good boy." Finarfin's arms tightened around him. "My good boy."
Maglor took one of Finarfin's hands, their fingers linked, palms squeezing. "Yours."
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