By the time Maglor and Finarfin entered the dungeon for today's play session, Maglor's cock was painfully hard; his cock leapt and his hole twitched just at the sight of the cross and the restraint table and the floggers and canes and crop.
Finarfin looked down at Maglor's cock, then their eyes met and Finarfin smirked.
"Please," Maglor begged, wanting Finarfin to stripe him again, make his ass red and sore, the visible, tangible sign of their bond.
"I was thinking we could do something a little different today," Finarfin said, leading Maglor over to a stool. "Undress."
Maglor did as he was told, removing his robe - he wore nothing underneath, and his cock was already completely slick with the juices of his arousal. Finarfin took a moment to watch Maglor's cock drip onto the floor, and let out an appreciative moan, licking his lips. Maglor smiled, enjoying Finarfin's reaction.
Maglor's smile faded when Finarfin came forward and unclasped Maglor's two-strand collar necklace, which Maglor enjoyed wearing as a secret symbol of their relationship, the collar feeling like a second skin. Finarfin saw Maglor's frown and tousled his hair, chuckling. "I'll give it back. I don't want it to get in the way with what I'm about to do to you."
Maglor was very curious now, heart beating faster.
"Sit." Finarfin gestured to the stool. Once Maglor was seated, Finarfin began to swing his arms back and forth. "Stretch, do as I'm doing." Maglor copied Finarfin's arm movements, swinging and then pushing forward and back, like swimming, his curiosity building with each stroke.
At last Finarfin said, "That's enough," and Maglor stopped. Maglor continued to sit, watching as Finarfin walked over to the shelf of whips and canes and pulled out a hidden layer that had a trunk attached. Finarfin opened the trunk and produced several lengths of white rope.
"Previously, I've restrained your wrists and ankles. Today, I want to tie up the top half of you. Do you consent?" Finarfin cocked his head to one side.
Maglor nodded, and his cock leapt as if to also nod agreement. They both laughed, and Finarfin bent to give Maglor a kiss, ruffling his hair again. The smile on Finarfin's face made Maglor's spirit soar - he would do almost anything for that smile.
But being bound to him more fully... more under his control... was a thrilling prospect. A delicious shiver went down Maglor's spine, and another slick drop rolled down his cock, balls tightening as Finarfin came around and got to work.
Finarfin took a long time tying the ropes all the way from Maglor's shoulders down to his waist, binding Maglor's arms behind his back. The ropes formed an intricate series of knots and loops; Maglor looked down at Finarfin's handiwork when he was finished and let out a little gasp, delighted at how pretty it looked.
"It's art," Maglor breathed.
"You're art." Finarfin smiled that smile again, and Maglor grinned back, giddy.
Maglor glanced down again. It was as if the ropes were jewelry, so lovely were the patterns of the bindings and the shape of the knots holding them together. He felt adorned. He felt adored, to be wearing such fine work.
Fëanor would have appreciated his brother's craftsmanship. Maglor wondered, briefly, if Fëanor knew about Finarfin's proclivities - Fëanor had after all given Finarfin a ward for his room and a set of magic-forged keys - but Maglor wasn't going to ask about that now. He could barely string two words together, caught up in the dizzying rush of his arms being restrained behind his back, helpless, completely at Finarfin's mercy.
Trusting Finarfin with his life. With his heart, with his soul. Those green eyes took Maglor's breath away.
That wasn't all Maglor found beautiful. He watched as Finarfin pulled down his breeches, taking out his hard cock. Maglor moaned at the sight of it.
"I find tying you up to be very arousing," Finarfin said, and came closer, his cock jutting out at Maglor. He guided the tip of his cock to rub against Maglor's lips - Maglor enjoyed the silky feel of the head on his sensitive lips - and their eyes met again as Maglor opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the head of Finarfin's cock. Their eyes locked as Maglor sucked at the head, worked his tongue, kissing it, making Finarfin gasp and groan.
Maglor drew more of Finarfin's cock into his mouth, his own cock throbbing as he enjoyed himself, sucking Finarfin and making him moan, worshiping the gorgeous cock. After a few moments of sucking Finarfin slowly, Finarfin roughly seized a handful of Maglor's hair and began thrusting into Maglor's mouth, fucking his face. Maglor loved it, his own cock leaping, balls tightening. He sucked harder, moaning and whimpering around the cock in his mouth, aching to stroke himself, but that seemed to be the purpose of the ropes - he couldn't touch himself, he could only sit there and let Finarfin fuck his mouth. That feeling of complete and utter submission and surrender drove Maglor mad with lust, greedy for Finarfin's cock, slurping away at it as Finarfin continued to rock his hips, panting.
"Good boy," Finarfin ground out. "Such a good little slut..."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Maglor's cock jolted again, dripping, hard to the point of agony. "Mmmmhmmm, mmmmhmmm..." Finarfin's words stoked the fire of his passion even hotter.
Finarfin yanked on Maglor's hair, the other hand tugging on a rope that crossed Maglor's left shoulder, that tug making the entire set of ropes tighter, biting into his skin. Maglor felt almost ready to come between the rope burn and the way Finarfin fucked his mouth and pulled his hair, but his cock just continued to stiffen, balls feeling like they would burst. Maglor sucked for all he was worth, savoring the lightly salt taste of Finarfin's slick arousal, savoring every moan Finarfin made, and those words.
"Good boy. My good boy. My good slut."
"Mmmm, mmmhmmm." Maglor couldn't get enough of hearing it.
A dozen thrusts later, Finarfin let out a shuddery gasp, his voice raspy as he warned, "Káno. Káno, I'm going to -"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM." This was what Maglor had been craving for years.
Finarfin's fist tightened in Maglor's hair as his cock twitched in Maglor's mouth. Finarfin threw his head back and called out, "Káno," then a wordless cry as his body shook, his cock twitched again, and he gave Maglor a mouthful of salty-sweet seed. Maglor hummed with pleasure as he swallowed it down, loving the taste of it... the act of drinking his beloved, more sacred than the wine of the Valar.
Maglor licked Finarfin's cock clean, until Finarfin pulled back, trying to catch his breath. The look of euphoria on Finarfin's face made Maglor's spirit soar again. He loved giving Finarfin that moment of perfect joy, perfect peace.
Finarfin stroked Maglor's hair and cheek, wrapped his arms around Maglor's neck and shoulders, cradling Maglor's head to his hip. "Good boy. Such a good boy."
"Hántya." Maglor smiled, feeling that soft, melty glow even though he hadn't come yet himself.
Finarfin rested another few moments, petting Maglor's hair and face, and finally he stepped back, pulled up his breeches, and Maglor watched as Finarfin walked back to the shelf... this time to get the swan feather.
Finarfin stroked Maglor's cheek with the feather, then his lips, before he got down on his knees in front of Maglor. As they kissed, tongues playing, the feather brushed down Maglor's throat, then across one shoulder, then the other. They kissed again as the feather lightly stroked up Maglor's neck. Finarfin began to kiss, lick, and nibble Maglor's sensitive neck as the feather slid down to Maglor's chest, brushing around and around one nipple, then brushing over it, teasing it to hardness, before moving to the other, sliding around and over it. Maglor shivered and moaned, and Finarfin laughed softly against Maglor's neck, just before kissing the sweet spot where neck and shoulder met.
Finarfin claimed Maglor's mouth again, as the feather continued brushing his nipples back and forth. Finarfin kissed Maglor's neck and the feather slid down to Maglor's stomach and sides, making Maglor shiver, gasping for breath, his cock hardening all the more. Finarfin lowered his head to lick a hard nipple, the feather playing back up to the other. Finarfin suckled and Maglor cried out. Then Finarfin moved to the other nipple as the feather teased the first one. Back and forth, lapping, sucking hard, nibbling, until Maglor was almost sobbing in frustrated need.
The feather stroked back down and once again danced over Maglor's stomach, then his thighs. Finarfin moved in and began to lick Maglor's cock, ever so slowly, their eyes locked. Maglor panted, whimpered, needing so badly to come, and yet Finarfin's tongue felt too delicious to ask him to stop. Finarfin knew this, smiling and laughing again before he licked even more slowly, feather stroking Maglor's inner thighs, then behind the knee, having learned all the places where Maglor was sensitive. Finarfin kissed and licked Maglor's stomach and sides, then moved back down to lick just the head of Maglor's cock, tongue swirling around and around the head, back and forth over the slit, then slow licks at the frenulum, before his tongue licked up and down the shaft, so very, very slowly.
Finarfin drew half the shaft into his mouth, sucking slowly, as one hand rubbed the bottom of Maglor's shaft and Finarfin moved the feather to caress Maglor's tight, aching balls. Maglor's cries got louder, little shuddery gasps in between, and the heat in Finarfin's eyes intensified that tension, a look of pure, hot sex.
The feather slid up Maglor's thigh to his stomach and his chest and his throat, and back down, as Finarfin kept sucking, slowly. Maglor was a wreck, panting, keening, needing to come but not ever wanting him to stop, loving the way he was completely under Finarfin's control, and Finarfin was making up for all those years of touch starvation, pleasuring him like this. But at last it was too much to bear and Maglor begged, "Please, Ara, please. Ara, hántya, I need you to stop and just fuck me."
Finarfin let out an exaggerated sigh and draped his arm across his forehead - Maglor couldn't help smiling a little - and then with a smile of his own, Finarfin helped Maglor up. Finarfin retrieved Maglor's robe and his necklace, carrying it over one arm as he put the other around Maglor, leading the way through the secret passages to his bedchamber.
Finarfin undressed, a little slower than Maglor would have liked - teasing, giving Maglor a bit of a show - and then he marched Maglor to the bed. Maglor climbed on, which was a bit difficult to do with his arms still bound behind his back, and Finarfin gently guided him over. Finarfin took a hold of Maglor's hips and helped him scoot up, first to his hips, but then before Maglor could straddle him, Finarfin continued guiding him forward, all the way up to his shoulders.
Finarfin licked at Maglor's passage, slowly at first, then harder, faster, fucking with his tongue, until Maglor was riding Finarfin's tongue, fucking himself, panting and moaning, even more urgent to feel Finarfin's cock inside him but that tongue was so, so good, driving him out of his mind with pleasure. The pleasure was even more intense when Finarfin slapped one ass cheek, then the other, making Maglor cry out, wanting him so badly.
Finarfin finally relented and got out the oil, and helped Maglor move back down, to his hips. Once Finarfin's cock was oiled, and slick fingers had coated Maglor's passage, Finarfin purred, "Ride me."
Maglor had ridden Finarfin's cock before, and loved it, but it was especially delicious when he was tied like this, arms behind his back, and Finarfin made him work for it, taking hold of Maglor's hips as he rocked his own hips, thrusting hard and fast, making Maglor bounce, their bodies slapping together. Finarfin moved his hands, one on Maglor's cock, the other caressing Maglor's body, pinching his nipples, fingers walking and playing in the paths where he knew Maglor liked to be touched on his stomach and thighs. The rhythm inside him and on his cock brought Maglor closer, closer, and nothing had ever felt better than submitting like this, bound and under his uncle's control yet wild and free, the sweetest freedom he'd ever known, giving all that he was, being loved and cared for exactly as he was.
When Finarfin knew Maglor was right there, the fingers playing with a nipple went up to Maglor's lips, and with Finarfin's fingers in his mouth Maglor came, shattering, screaming and sobbing around the fingers in his mouth as his seed spilled over Finarfin's other hand, over Finarfin's torso. Three thrusts later Finarfin gasped, panting as he climaxed, and Maglor moaned around Finarfin's fingers as he felt Finarfin's seed rush inside him, loving that feeling as much as he loved his own release.
Finarfin playfully smacked Maglor's ass, then he leaned up and put his arms around Maglor, kissing him deeply. "Good boy," Finarfin said.
Maglor rubbed noses with him. "I love you, Ara."
"I love you, Káno." Finarfin's hand rested over the large knot just above Maglor's heart. "Let's get you out of those ropes."
Finarfin helped Maglor off his cock, and Maglor watched as Finarfin produced his dagger. Once again, it was an act of trust - Finarfin armed with a lethal weapon, Maglor knowing it would not be used against him. As Finarfin cut the ropes from Maglor's body, he looked into Maglor's eyes, and he paused for a moment to touch Maglor's face. "You trust me. I can see it in your eyes."
"Yes."
Finarfin leaned in to kiss Maglor's brow. When all the ropes were cut, Finarfin brought the dagger to Maglor's lips. Maglor kissed the tip of the blade, and then he wrapped his lips around it like he was sucking a cock, feeling naughty, looking up at Finarfin expectantly.
That simple action inflamed them both - Finarfin drew the knife back and pulled Maglor into a deep, passionate kiss. He pushed Maglor back against the pillows, their cocks rising to life once more, hard cocks grinding together as they kissed and kissed... and Maglor felt the cold bite of the knife's tip against his throat. Their eyes met and Finarfin gave him a wicked little smile before kissing him again, harder. Maglor moaned into the kiss, trembling with desire as Finarfin kept the knife there, and Maglor surrendered deeper into trust.
"You know I won't hurt you." Finarfin kissed down Maglor's neck. His tongue licked down to the point of the knife, making Maglor shudder, clutching at him, and Finarfin laughed as he licked and kissed back up Maglor's throat. "You've been hurt so much, but you know you're safe here. You know I would never hurt my good boy."
Maglor's cock pulsed and he let out a whimper, not able to help himself, his nails digging in Finarfin's hips. Even though he'd come hard, he needed more.
With the knife still at Maglor's throat, Finarfin lifted one of Maglor's arms, surveying the rope burns. He leaned in, keeping the knife at Maglor's throat with one hand, and the fingertips of the other tenderly, slowly stroked where the rope had been, then his tongue traced the rope burn. Maglor gasped and bucked - he was so exquisitely sensitive.
Finarfin did the same with the other arm, every now and again glancing over at Maglor, watching him cry out and quiver. Finarfin slid down to lick where the ropes had been over Maglor's shoulder, around his chest and sides and stomach, tongue slow and gentle and oh so teasing. "So pretty," Finarfin whispered, nuzzling the rope burns before leaving little kisses, then licking some more. "Such a pretty songbird."
Maglor writhed, going out of his mind with sensation and the deliciousness of Finarfin holding that knife to his throat, able to kill him but keeping him absolutely safe. Nothing had ever been like this, not with Daeron or anyone else. Maglor felt like he was a harp and Finarfin was playing him as sweetly as the Song itself. Maglor couldn't even make words to beg, so completely lost in pleasure and tormented want.
Finarfin began kissing his throat again, dagger dragging back and forth, just enough to bite, not enough to pierce flesh. "Does my boy need to get fucked again?"
"Please."
With Maglor on his back, his legs wrapped around Finarfin's waist, Finarfin took him again. Thrusting slowly, gently, kissing him again and again. One hand on the knife at Maglor's throat, the other hand in Maglor's hand, fingers linked. "I love you," Finarfin husked, breath hot against Maglor's neck. "You're such a good boy."
Maglor moaned, not able to string words together. Finarfin laughed softly, kissed the tip of Maglor's nose, then claimed his mouth, fierce and insistent.
Finarfin's hips rolled slowly, making it last for a long, long time, teasing them both. Maglor felt the tension climb higher and higher, on that edge, but as badly as he needed to come he needed this just as much if not more, the sweet surrender, lost in this place where it was just them making love, taking their fill of pleasure after years of loneliness. They would feast now, endlessly exploring and delighting each other. Maglor had lived through a nightmare and now his most forbidden dream had come true and he loved it, savoring each stroke of Finarfin's cock inside him, hitting that perfect note over and over.
"More," Maglor begged, finding his words, finding his song. "More, please, more, I need you, more..."
"You've got me." Finarfin kissed his brow, slid his lips down to the tip of Maglor's nose, then there was another deep, hungry kiss. "You've got me, Kanafinwë. And I've got you." The knife dragged back and forth again, across Maglor's throat. "You're safe with me."
Their mouths crushed together and Maglor bucked, that motion of the knife making him frenzied. Finarfin growled into the kiss and rocked his hips a little harder and faster. Soon Maglor's nails were scratching down Finarfin's back as Finarfin pounded him, knife pressing harder at Maglor's throat, Finarfin's teeth in Maglor's neck, balls slapping away.
Maglor was right there. Their eyes met. "Ara. Ara, you're going to make me come..."
"Yes." Finarfin growled again, licked and nibbled Maglor's neck. He moved his free hand down to Maglor's cock, stroking it in time with his savage thrusts. "Let me hear you."
Maglor shouted out as his orgasm overtook him, harder than the last, pleasure throbbing and throbbing. Then Finarfin cried out as he spent, filling Maglor with seed once more. They moaned together and sighed together, foreheads pressed together as they breathed each other's breath, and kissed again. Finarfin put the dagger down and both his hands were in Maglor's hands, squeezing.
Tears came to Maglor's eyes, feeling undone inside and out. "I love you," Maglor said, letting go of Finarfin's hands, reaching up to touch his face, like he was touching a holy relic, or the face of a god. "I love you. I love you, love you, love you..." Words didn't seem like enough, but they were all he had, and he meant each one with all that he was.
"I love you." Finarfin took Maglor's hands and kissed them, then he rolled onto his side, pulled Maglor close, and began to rock him, pet him. "Thank you for the beautiful gift you have given me, today. I will always treasure this memory, no matter what else happens."
Maglor hoped that nothing would come between them. But here and now, he trusted that things would be fine, and after everything he'd been through, he never thought he'd believe that again.
Maglor wrapped some of Finarfin's hair around him like a blanket, and as he drifted off in bliss, he got lost in the silver-gold, almost like the return of the light of the Trees.
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