After Finarfin tied a series of beautiful knots to make a harness over Maglor's chest and shoulders, he led Maglor to the restraint table in the dungeon. Maglor got on, and Finarfin tied more ropes leading from the harness over Maglor's arms, to bind his wrists to the table. Every now and again Finarfin would pause to stroke Maglor's face, pet his hair, with that sweet smile that took Maglor's breath away.
When Maglor was securely tied, Finarfin had him try to move his arms to make sure the restraints were neither too lose nor too tight, then he asked Maglor, "Good?"
"Very good," Maglor said, hole twitching, cock throbbing, eager for this next round of exploration.
Finarfin ran a finger down the length of Maglor's hard cock, and back up, making Maglor moan, and then he leaned down to give Maglor a kiss before he reached for the blindfold at Maglor's feet.
As Finarfin tied the blindfold around Maglor's eyes, he said, "If anything I do is too much, tell me."
"I will." Maglor wondered what Finarfin would do, but he trusted him to make it pleasurable for both of them.
Maglor smiled as he felt the swan feather trace around his lips, and he let out a soft moan as the feather slid down his neck. Instead of going up and down Maglor's body in a predictable order, Finarfin had him guessing where the feather would go next. The feather stroked Maglor's stomach, then down his right calf, then over his left shoulder, then up his left thigh. The feather brushed circles around Maglor's right nipple, then stroked the nipple, teasing it to hardness. Maglor moaned again, cock throbbing - his entire body felt like it was singing, sensitized from the feather's gentle caress. Finarfin laughed softly and the feather slid up Maglor's left arm, over the bindings, and back down. Then the feather was on Maglor's cock, slowly sliding up and down the shaft. Maglor bucked and cried out, and whimpered as Finarfin kept stroking the feather, so slowly, so sensually.
The feather caressed Maglor's right thigh, then his right arm. The feather went to Maglor's left nipple, tracing circles around it, then light strokes at the aching peak. The feather slid up Maglor's left calf, then his right shoulder. Then the feather was at Maglor's stomach again, up one side - tickling, making him giggle, but also arousing him - and then the other. At one armpit, again tickling him, then the other. Then the feather was on Maglor's cock again, teasing and teasing.
Finarfin stopped all of a sudden, and Maglor heard Finarfin's footsteps walk across the dungeon. Maglor braced himself for one of the implements, most likely the crop. When Finarfin came back, the feather resumed its slow strokes up and down Maglor's shaft...
...and something scalding hot dripped onto Maglor's left shoulder. Maglor yowled, flinching at the moment of pain, the searing heat.
Maglor caught his breath, and realized what that was - there were candles in the dungeon; Finarfin had taken one of them and poured candle wax onto his flesh. Maglor's cock stiffened even more, balls tightening, as the instant of pain gave way to relief, and he felt even more fully under Finarfin's control.
"Too much?" Finarfin asked, concern in his voice.
"Keep going," Maglor breathed.
"Good boy."
The hot wax dripped over Maglor's right shoulder. Maglor yelped, but the pain was brief, and then there was that feeling of relief again when the pain went away.
The hot wax poured over the middle Maglor's chest. Maglor writhed against the restraints, flailing, shouting at the burning drops running over him, the stinging heat. When he had a moment to breathe, then wax dripped onto his left nipple. Maglor screamed and his cock jolted at the mix of pain and pleasure. The candle dripped over his right nipple and Maglor screamed again. It was almost too much, but Maglor loved it. Now more than ever, he went deeper into surrender and trust.
The hot wax dripped onto Maglor's left thigh, then his right. Maglor felt like he was floating just outside of his body as the heat stung his sensitized flesh, colliding with relief as the wax cooled.
Finarfin's footsteps moved away again, and then Finarfin took off the blindfold. He stroked Maglor's face. "Are you all right?"
Maglor nodded.
Finarfin waved his hand over Maglor's body. "Look."
Maglor looked down at the cooling drops of wax over his shoulders and nipples and thighs, the way his skin was slightly more pink around the wax. His breath hitched and his cock throbbed - it was a lovely mess. He felt marked, claimed.
Finarfin put his thumb in Maglor's mouth and Maglor sucked on it as the wax continued cooling. Finarfin's other hand took Maglor's hard cock and slowly stroked it, teasing him further. Maglor moaned around the thumb in his mouth as Finarfin's hand pleasured him but kept him just shy of release. "Such a good boy," Finarfin husked. "My good boy."
Maglor moaned again, louder. He loved those words, so much.
With his thumb still in Maglor's mouth, Finarfin let go of Maglor's cock, and then he leaned across the table and began licking Maglor's cock. Maglor cried out, cock pulsing. He moaned and whimpered as Finarfin licked and licked, slowly. Every now and again Finarfin stopped and looked up at him with a wicked little smile, then resumed licking. When Finarfin sucked on just the head, Maglor let out a hoarse shout and then he heard himself beg. "Please, Ara. Please..."
"Mmmm?"
"Please, Ara, fuck me. Make me yours. Please, please..." Maglor shuddered at the sweetness of Finarfin's mouth on the head of his cock, Finarfin's fingers walking over his body, around the places the wax dripped. Everything felt so intense, overwhelming sensation, and Maglor needed to come.
Finarfin took a few more licks at Maglor's cock, and then he untied Maglor's wrists, helped him up, and led him through the secret passages to his bedchamber. Once they were safely inside, Finarfin began to undress, and Maglor couldn't help but touch the exposed flesh, running his hands over Finarfin's sculpted body, needing to touch, feel... needing to love, worship. Finarfin's hands were on Maglor, caressing, and they kissed, hard cocks rubbing together. Finarfin marched Maglor back towards the bed, kissing and caressing all the way, cock sliding against cock.
Once Maglor was on the bed, Finarfin took out his dagger and cut the rope harness from Maglor's body. After the ropes spilled to a pile on the floor, Finarfin brought the knife to Maglor's lips. Maglor kissed the tip of the blade, then he wrapped his lips around it, sucking it, their eyes locked. Maglor wanted to suck something else.
Finarfin pulled the knife back and then he sucked on Maglor's lower lip as the tip of the knife slid down Maglor's throat - pressing in just enough for Maglor to feel the bite of the blade, but not enough to draw blood. Maglor's cock throbbed and his balls tightened even more.
Finarfin put the knife to the side - Maglor tried not to whimper with protest as he remembered the last time Finarfin had cut him out of the ropes and kept the knife at his throat as he teased him, fucked him - he wanted more of that, but clearly Finarfin had other plans. Maglor watched as Finarfin took out the salve, and then Finarfin gently pushed him back against the pillows.
The wax had cooled, and Finarfin started by peeling it off, first from his shoulders. The sensation of the wax peeling off was like nothing else Maglor had ever experienced. He gasped, trembling, sensitive all over again. Finarfin leaned in and kissed where the wax had been, and the feel of Finarfin's lips and tongue almost sent Maglor over the edge, crying out as his cock pulsed. He desperately clutched at Finarfin, arched to him.
Finarfin laughed, muffled Maglor's moans with a deep kiss, and then Finarfin slid back down and peeled the wax from Maglor's thighs. He kissed and licked where the wax had pooled on one thigh, then the other, making Maglor moan, writhe, panting for it.
Finarfin moved up and peeled the wax from Maglor's right nipple. His tongue laved the hard little bud, and Maglor bucked, letting out a strangled sob as Finarfin's tongue teased. Finarfin peeled the wax from Maglor's left nipple and did the same, lapping, making the nipple harder. Finarfin turned back to the right nipple and suckled it, tugged on it with his lips, before his tongue lashed it some more. He turned to the left nipple and sucked hard, pulled with his lips, and his tongue rubbed it hard and fast. Maglor's breath came out in shuddery gasps and he hissed through clenched teeth, quivering. Once again he clutched at his uncle, and begged "Please, Ara. Please, hántya, please..."
Finarfin smiled, and then he began to lick where the ropes had been, licking the rope marks down one of Maglor's arms then the other, then over his shoulders and chest and upper abdomen. Each stroke of Finarfin's tongue drove Maglor wild with pleasure and lust, until Maglor was shaking, whimpering, not even able to make words to beg anymore.
Finarfin got out the jar of salve, anointed his fingers, and then he rubbed Maglor down, slowly spreading the salve where the ropes had burned his skin, then the wax. The sensual caress, the healing energy pulsing in Finarfin's hands and the soothing cool tingle of the salve made Maglor even needier for it, writhing, panting, moaning, completely undignified and shameless. He didn't care. All he could feel was want, hunger for this gorgeous man he belonged to. Aching to be taken, ravaged, fucked.
"My beautiful boy." Finarfin stroked Maglor's face with one hand, as he worked the salve over Maglor's hard nipples. "My good, beautiful boy."
Maglor bit his lip and whined. His hole twitched. He felt like he was going to die if Finarfin didn't fuck him.
Finarfin slid back down and gave Maglor that naughty grin again, then he took a long, slow lick down Maglor's shaft. He licked back up, and his tongue traced slow circles around the head of Maglor's cock, then licked back down, and up. Down, and up. Slowly, slowly. Maglor made guttural noises, high-pitched noises, desperate, but the teasing felt so good he didn't want Finarfin to stop, either.
Finarfin kept licking and licking, and finally his lips wrapped around the head of Maglor's cock. He sucked the head, slowly, as his hand rubbed up and down the shaft, slowly. He took in more of the cock, continuing to rub the bottom of the shaft, still sucking slowly. Maglor gasped for breath as the pleasure and tension built, all the more exquisite when Finarfin's other hand cupped and began to rub Maglor's tight, heavy balls.
After what seemed like an eternity of slow sucking, Finarfin sucked harder, faster, suctioning, slurping. Maglor rolled his hips, gently fucking Finarfin's mouth, his hands in his uncle's hair. One of Finarfin's hands kept rubbing Maglor's balls, and the fingers of the other walked up and down the sensitive place between Maglor's balls and ass... fingers brushing, caressing.
"Fuck me," Maglor begged. "Please, Ara, hántya, fuck me!"
Finarfin's response to that was to push those fingers inside Maglor, finding the spot right away, rubbing it. Maglor howled and rocked his hips harder, fucking himself on Finarfin's fingers, thrusting into Finarfin's mouth. Yet even as he was fucking Finarfin's mouth he knew he was the one being fucked, that Finarfin was still in control, doing with Maglor as he would. Sure enough, as Maglor got closer, Finarfin pulled the cock out of his mouth and husked, "It pleases me to take care of my good boy," and then he took another few slow, teasing licks as Maglor let out a sob, almost undone just by those words, that feeling of trust and love.
Finarfin sucked at him again, fingers continuing to pump in and out of him, and Maglor got closer, closer, until he was right there, shaking, gasping. Even his thighs were quivering. He knew he was going to come any moment now and he tried to hold back just a little longer, the sucking and rubbing and fingering felt so good, so intense, but he climbed to that point of no return and before he could warn his uncle he was going to come, he gave in, coming with a cry. His seed spilled from the corners of Finarfin's mouth and Finarfin almost choked on it, but then swallowed down, licked his lips, and licked Maglor's cock clean, giving him aftershocks.
Maglor lay there dazed - as badly as he'd wanted to get fucked, the oral pleasure had been shattering - and he wanted to please Finarfin back, but he could barely move. Finarfin had plans, however, and Maglor lay there, watching as Finarfin rose up and began to stroke his own very hard cock, completely slick and glistening with pre-spend. Finarfin stroked himself harder and harder, until his hand was a blur and he was shivering, breathing harder, eyes fevered. Maglor licked his lips, wanting Finarfin's seed. Finarfin aimed and came all over Maglor's chest and stomach and thighs, making an even bigger mess than the wax had, and the final shot was in Maglor's face. Maglor put out his tongue to catch what he could, and then licked his lips again, tasting Finarfin's seed running down his face.
Maglor loved it, the bliss of his orgasm even better for being marked this way, the evidence of their sex, the evidence of who he belonged to. Maglor flexed his fingers and toes with a deep, contented sigh.
Finarfin collapsed onto the bed, heaving, twitching, gasping for breath. Maglor pulled Finarfin close and they kissed, enjoying the way they tasted together. Finarfin collected the last bit of his seed dripping out of his cock and stuck his fingers in Maglor's mouth. Maglor sucked Finarfin's fingers, greedy for every last drop of his uncle's spend, and Finarfin watched with heat in his eyes, a promise of more pleasures to come.
But first, they both needed to rest, and they tangled up together, and Maglor listened to the strong drum of Finarfin's heart until he sank into sleep.
In the middle of the night, Maglor woke up from a bad dream, reliving the wars... reliving the death of his father... reliving the dark days after Maedhros was rescued, returning with only one of his arms. He sat up with a start and a cry, breathing harder.
Finarfin reached out for him and pulled Maglor back down, holding him. "I know," Finarfin said softly.
Maglor snuggled into Finarfin's shoulder and tried to bring himself back to the present, to the safety of Finarfin's arms, the soothing touch as Finarfin pet his hair, rubbed his back. Once again Maglor could feel the healing energy pulsating in Finarfin's hands. It didn't undo the past, but it helped to calm him, like light through clouds over a stormy sea, the waves gradually less choppy.
"It's all right," Finarfin whispered, rocking him, petting him. "You're here with me. You're safe now. It's all right."
Maglor wondered briefly if Maedhros was having the same dreams, down the hall. Or worse, reliving his captivity and torture.
He wondered if Elrond and Elros dreamt of their parents.
Maglor couldn't get back to sleep, weighted down with those thoughts - that as much as his memories tormented him, Maedhros was suffering more, and they had wronged Elrond and Elros, even as they tried to do the right thing by fostering them.
Seeming to sense Maglor's guilt and shame, Finarfin squeezed him. "You're a good boy, Kanafinwë." Finarfin tenderly kissed his brow. "You're my good boy."
Those words always made Maglor melt... now more than ever. He grabbed Finarfin's face and kissed him hard, the fire of his love burning away the darkness of despair. Finarfin kissed him back, deep and hungry, and Maglor's cock rose, hardening even more as Finarfin's hands slid down his body.
Finarfin got up, and lit a few candles. "I want to see you," Finarfin explained as he walked back towards the bed with empty hands. "I want to look at my beautiful boy. Fëanor's greatest work of art."
Maglor's mouth opened and his eyes misted. Sometimes he felt like such an ugly, twisted thing inside, after killing in cold blood, even as it had been desperation to keep the Silmarils out of the wrong hands, the wrong thing done for the right reason. He still felt broken, even as he had been slowly healing here at Alqualondë... and to hear such words from Finarfin went straight to his heart.
And his cock, straining against his stomach, wanting Finarfin so badly.
Finarfin climbed over him, and his own hard cock pressed against Maglor's cock and began to rub, as they kissed, hands caressing, exploring each other's bodies. In the candlelight Maglor noticed that the rope burns were gone - Finarfin had done a good job between the salve and his healing ability - and he was a little disappointed by that, the rope marks had been a visible sign of what they'd done... but he couldn't dwell on that feeling for long as he lost himself in Finarfin's kisses, Finarfin's touch, cock teasing cock, caught up in love and lust and need.
While the oral pleasure of earlier had been satisfying, now Maglor wanted more. "I want you to take me," Maglor said, looking up into Finarfin's green eyes. "I want you to fuck the pain away. To come inside me... so I can feel that you had me, claimed me -"
Finarfin kissed him and gave a little growl of approval. He reached down and took their cocks together in his fist, stroked them slowly as his free hand continued to play over Maglor's body. Maglor reached for the oil, and Finarfin laughed as he grabbed it from him. "So demanding," Finarfin said.
"Need you," Maglor breathed.
Finarfin growled again, and started kissing Maglor's neck as he poured oil over their cocks and continued stroking them, gripping harder, working them faster. When Maglor was panting for it, Finarfin let go, poured oil over his hand, and pushed a slick finger inside Maglor, finding that spot and rubbing it, teasing it, as he leaned in to lap and suckle Maglor's hard nipples. "I know what my boy likes," Finarfin rasped before his lips tugged on a nipple. Maglor cried out and bucked.
"Please, Ara..."
Their mouths met again, tongues licking sensually, then Finarfin pulled back and rasped, "On all fours."
Maglor did as he was told, down on his hands and knees. Finarfin got behind him and Maglor moaned as he felt oil drip down his crack into his hole, and his hole twitched in response. He moaned again as he felt Finarfin's cock rub in the crack of his ass, teasing them both, and then the tip of Finarfin's cock was at his entrance.
"Take me," Maglor said.
Finarfin spanked Maglor's ass, making his hole twitch again, and then Finarfin pushed inside.
Once Finarfin was all the way in he rested a moment - Maglor felt so full, stretched by Finarfin's cock. So full, so right, as if Finarfin's cock were a missing part of him and each time they joined, he was completed.
"I love you," Maglor said.
"I love you." Finarfin spanked his ass again.
Then Finarfin began to thrust, fast and furious, their hips slapping together. The rhythm on that sweet spot inside him drove Maglor wild, rocking his hips back at his uncle, begging "More, yes, more..." Finarfin grabbed Maglor's hair with one hand, smacked his ass with the other, and Maglor lost himself in pleasure, in passion, in animalistic frenzy, the sensation building and building with each thrust, each moan and grunt, each clap of their flesh. Nothing else existed in these moments but their fuck. Fucking and fucking, not able to get enough of each other.
When Maglor started to quiver, making high-pitched noises, Finarfin knew intuitively he was getting close, and Maglor cried out as he felt Finarfin reach around and grasp his cock. Finarfin stroked Maglor's cock as he continued to thrust, slamming harder and harder, and finally Maglor was there. He let out a soft cry of delight as he came, shooting his cream over the covers, that perfect moment of relief. A few thrusts later Finarfin came too, groaning as he spent into Maglor's contracting passage.
Maglor sank down onto the covers and caught his breath. Finarfin rested atop him, stroking Maglor's hair, and then after awhile he simply took Maglor's hand.
As Maglor lay there, feeling like he was floating, he finally noticed the painting on the wall next to Finarfin's bed. Of course he'd seen it many times now but this was the first time he'd really looked at it, studying it. It was a swan swimming on the water - the water was a deep inky blue, the way it would be at night. Maglor did a double-take and let out a little gasp, realizing when he'd seen it before the water was either a lighter blue or it had the blazing colors of sunset or sunrise.
"That's an interesting painting," Maglor said.
"It was the first painting your father ever made, when he was still a child. Even back then, he put a little of his magic into it so the water changed colors with the light - the Trees, back then, and the Sun, now." Finarfin sighed; Maglor squeezed Finarfin's hand, knowing Finarfin remembered the Trees. "It caught Aulë's attention and that was how Fëanor began his apprenticeship."
"And you... have his first ever painting."
A long pause. "Yes. He gave it to me."
There was an even longer pause in return, as Maglor sat with the weight of that information. "You know, I thought you and my father didn't like each other much. Yet you have so many gifts from Fëanor in this room, he worked magic to ward your room, he invented something so you didn't have to touch Eärwen to get her with child, and you know something about the Silmarils that I don't."
Finarfin sighed again. "We had to pretend we didn't like each other. The truth was, I would have died for him; he made me return to Tirion so I wouldn't."
Maglor was confused. He had even more questions now. "Why? Why did you have to pretend? Atar got exiled for having a feud with Ñolofinwë, surely the Valar would have wanted you to get along -"
Finarfin tousled Maglor's hair and kissed the top of his head. "Go to sleep, Macalaurë." He rolled off Maglor, got up and snuffed out the candles, then turned down the covers, got in and patted the spot beside him.
Maglor sat up, and then just sat there for a moment, like a petulant child. He didn't like things being kept from him, especially not now when they were supposed to trust each other, wrapped up in the little secret of their relationship. He felt like something enormous was being hidden from him, and worse, that it was something obvious and for all his intelligence he couldn't figure it out and that drove him mad.
Finarfin made the "come here" gesture and then he pushed Maglor down next to him. He rolled Maglor towards him and held onto him tight. "Now, little songbird, sleep in your nest. We will talk more about this... in time."
"When?"
"Sleep." Finarfin put a finger to Maglor's lips, then pressed a tender kiss to his lips, and pulled Maglor against his chest.
Maglor sighed, but he let himself relax in his uncle's arms, listening to the beat of his heart, melting in the afterglow of release, and soon he was fast asleep, like a good boy.
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