Finarfin pushed Maglor up against the cross and kissed him deeply, fiercely. Maglor's bare cock leapt against the hard bulge in Finarfin's breeches, and Maglor began to rub against him, not able to help himself, letting out a whimper as they kissed again. One of Finarfin's hands possessively seized Maglor's hair, and the other slid up and down Maglor's chest. The thumb brushed a nipple, rolled it, pinched it, and Maglor moaned, cock pulsing.
Finarfin licked down Maglor's throat and nibbled the sweet hollow where neck and shoulder met. "Are you ready?"
"Hells, yes."
Finarfin laughed, and then he grabbed Maglor and turned him around, facing the cross. Finarfin lifted one of Maglor's arms then the other, shackling his wrists. Maglor's breath hitched as he felt the shackles go around his ankles. They had done this so many times now but each time felt fresh and new... a whole new adventure to explore.
Finarfin slapped Maglor's ass, making Maglor's cock jolt, and then Finarfin brushed Maglor's hair aside and licked slowly down Maglor's spine. Maglor shivered, hole twitching, his body tingling, thrilling to the sensual trail of his uncle's tongue. Finarfin kissed his way back up and Maglor heard himself moan, trying to rub against the cross like an animal in heat, but the shackles kept him from doing much.
"So needy," Finarfin purred, kissing Maglor's neck. Maglor moaned again, and Finarfin smacked Maglor's ass once more. "You're so desperate to get fucked you would do anything I want to get there, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, hántya."
"A slave to my pleasure."
"Yes, hántya, please..." Knowing this aroused Finarfin just as much if not more, drove Maglor wild with lust. He wanted to make Finarfin come. And come. And come.
"Today, what would please me is if you took the whip. Do you allow that, pet?"
"Yes," Maglor said without hesitancy. He remembered how much the whip hurt last time Finarfin used it, but his desire to please Finarfin was greater than his apprehension of the pain. And Maglor found his own pleasure in that, submitting, surrendering. The release when his flesh stung and all that existed was sensation. No memories. No guilt, no shame. Only being here now... being owned, claimed.
"I will give you five lashes with the riding crop, first, to warm you up. Then five lashes with the whip. If it is too much for you, tell me to stop."
"Yes, hántya."
Maglor looked over his shoulder to watch Finarfin going to the rack of implements. He came back with a crop, and Maglor took a few deep breaths to prepare himself.
"One," Finarfin counted, and the crop slapped Maglor's left ass cheek. Maglor cried out at the stinging, burning, the surge of adrenaline chased by the relief as it stopped twinging as hard.
"Two." The crop slapped Maglor's right ass cheek. Maglor let out another yelp, and his cock pulsated as the pain intensified all sensations, including his arousal. Colors seemed brighter, he was more aware of the weight of his body, the tightness of the shackles, the shape of his lungs as he breathed in and out.
The third strike went to Maglor's left thigh, the fourth went to his right thigh, and then the crop dragged up and down in the crack of his ass, tracing slow circles around his hole, teasing him, making him pant and moan, before the crop smacked his left ass cheek again.
"Thank you, hántya." Maglor felt like he was rising, falling, rising, falling, head swimming as pain chased pleasure chased pain. It was as if he could feel every cell in his body.
Finarfin walked back to the rack, and once he selected the whip - a single-tail leather whip, this time - Maglor swallowed hard. Maglor took a few more deep breaths.
Finarfin brushed Maglor's hair aside again, took a few steps back, and Maglor closed his eyes. The whip cracked across his left shoulder and Maglor screamed. It was worse than the sting of the crop - the riding crop was barely anything compared to this. The pain seethed and pulsed; Maglor's breath came out in shuddering gasps.
He clenched his fists and unclenched, trying to breathe, trying to get his breathing under control. You can do this, he told himself.
You can do this for Ara. This is what he wants today. After all of the loneliness he's endured, he deserves to be loved. This is how you love him.
The whip snapped his right shoulder. Maglor yelled, and let out a sob as the pain radiated from his entire back through his body, pulsating, flowing. Burning as if he were on fire. He looked up at his shaking hands.
The whip lashed his left ass cheek. Maglor cried out - if he hadn't been shackled he would have fallen over. He could feel his legs shaking now, not just his hands. He felt like he was holding his breath, and it came out explosively, tears streaming down his cheeks uncontrollably as the stinging roared through him.
The whip came down on his right ass cheek, and that was the one that broke him, the pain overwhelming. "Stop," Maglor sobbed. "No more." As soon as the words were out of his mouth he was angry with himself - he had endured four, just one short of the five Finarfin planned. Surely you could take one more, he scolded himself. He thought of Fëanor dying in his arms. He thought of the Silmarils, he thought of the blood on his hands at Doriath. All I do is fail.
Finarfin quickly put the whip away, then unshackled Maglor, who collapsed into his arms. "Oh, love." Finarfin kissed Maglor's brow. "It's all right."
"I'm sorry." Maglor wept. "I'm so sorry. I know I'm weak -"
"No. You're not." Their eyes met; Finarfin's face was stern. "Everyone has their limits, Kanafinwë."
"I failed you -"
"YOU DID NOT."
Even though they were roughly the same height and build, Finarfin carried Maglor all the way to the bedchamber; Maglor wept more quietly. Once they were inside, Finarfin put Maglor down on the bed, then he undressed himself and got out the salve. He gently rolled Maglor onto his stomach and poured salve over Maglor's back and ass and thighs. As Finarfin's hands got to work, spreading the salve around, and Maglor felt the warm, gently pulsing healing energy in Finarfin's hands, Maglor broke again, crying.
"It's all right, dear heart." Finarfin leaned in and gave little kisses around each place the whip had been.
"I'm sorry," Maglor said. It just came out of him, like a dam that had been broken, flooding. "I'm sorry, Ara. I'm sorry, hántya. I'm sorry. I'm sorry -"
"Hush." Finarfin reached around and put a finger to Maglor's lips.
Finarfin continued rubbing the salve, soothing the stung, inflamed flesh... calming Maglor down. When Finarfin was done, he sat up and pulled Maglor into his arms, cradled him, rocked him. "You're a good boy."
"I failed -"
"You will stop saying that. You didn't fail me."
"You wanted to give me five lashes. I could only take four -"
"And I told you at the beginning to tell me to stop if it was too much. I knew going into it there was a chance you would not be able to endure all five. And that was all right with me." Finarfin's shoulders heaved with a deep sigh. "Káno, I enjoy giving pain... but only as pleasure. This isn't just about my wants, but yours. You seemed like you enjoyed the whip last time, even though you could only handle three strikes. I thought you would enjoy it this time."
"I did, until it got to be too much."
"I don't want you to force yourself to endure something you don't enjoy because you think I enjoy it. There is a difference between giving pain and causing harm and when the former becomes the latter, I no longer enjoy it. You did the right thing to tell me to stop when you couldn't take it anymore, and you -" Finarfin poked Maglor's nose. "Need to stop thinking of yourself as a failure."
"That's easier said than done. I feel like one."
"You know who else felt like one? Your father, after our father was killed, and he blamed himself. You see how that turned out for him, it drove him mad." Finarfin pursed his lips. "I brought you here not just because I was afraid for you and your children in Middle-Earth, but I want you to be able to heal. I don't want to see you go on a suicide mission like your father did, like your uncle did. You made bad decisions, but you also did good things - like adopting those boys. There is still good in you. You are here now to be reminded of that, and to nurture that within you." Finarfin kissed the tip of Maglor's nose. "You're my good boy, Kanafinwë."
Maglor started crying again, feeling like Finarfin had stripped away his defenses and touched his deepest wound. Maglor felt as vulnerable as he ever had. Finarfin could destroy him, with his soul bare and exposed like this, but his words were a much-needed balm. He wept the poison and bitterness of all those lonely nights, his regrets, his shame.
"My good boy." Finarfin held him tighter, and rocked him some more. "My good, sweet boy."
"Ara." Maglor wept into Finarfin's shoulder. "Hántya."
"Yes. You're home now. You're safe. It's all right." Finarfin kissed the top of Maglor's head, pet his hair, rocked him and rocked him. "My good boy. Such a good boy for your hántya."
Finarfin rocked and pet Maglor until the tears subsided. When Maglor was calm, Finarfin cupped Maglor's chin and tilted his face up so their eyes met. "Now, a few things."
Maglor listened.
"First of all, you were a good boy for telling me when to stop. In the future, I want you to keep doing this - if it's too much, let me know. Don't make yourself endure it because you think this is what I want. I think you're a very good boy for wanting to take care of my needs... but a good boy also knows that if it's not enjoyable for you, it's not enjoyable for me. Understand?"
Maglor nodded.
"The next thing. I'm not going to use the whip on you again unless you specifically ask for it. And I only want you to ask for it if you want it, not because you think it's what will please me. There are many, many, many things we can do together... things we haven't even tried yet, and favorites we can return to again and again. I assure you I'm not going to be devastated if you decide you never want to be whipped again."
Maglor nodded.
Then Finarfin took out the leash of diamonds and pearls, and clipped it to Maglor's collar. Maglor sighed with contentment at the tangible sign of Finarfin's ownership. Finarfin stroked Maglor's face, kissed his brow, then his lips slid down to kiss the tip of Maglor's nose. When their mouths met and their tongues played together, Maglor's cock rose, feeling that same sexual hunger he had when the scene started. It was all the stronger now for Finarfin's tender loving care, the trust between them. The raw, honest vulnerability... and it being safe to be that vulnerable.
"You're mine," Finarfin said softly. "And I think you deserve a special reward for trusting me enough to tell me to stop... trusting me enough with your hurts, to let me start healing them. You have shown your trust... and now I want to show my own." Still holding the leash, Finarfin lay back against the pillows. "I want you to take me."
Maglor couldn't believe what he was hearing. He liked it both ways - to fuck and be fucked - and he assumed most men who loved men were the same, but so far Finarfin had only ever been the one to fuck. Maglor had fantasized about taking turns, being inside Finarfin as well as inside him, but since their relationship had started, Maglor didn't think that fantasy would become a reality, and he was content enough with what they had to not broach the subject. But now... Maglor's cock stiffened even more, hard against his belly. Finarfin chuckled as he watched Maglor's body respond to the request.
"You're sure?" Maglor's voice shook, his mind fevered with lust - he had to pace himself to not mount Finarfin like a rutting animal and spend right away. He wanted this to be good for both of them. "You said it had been a long time since you'd last had a lover, so I assume no one has been inside you that long -"
"You assume correctly. I have a glass cock that I have sometimes used to pleasure myself, but it is not like the real thing." Finarfin tugged on Maglor's leash. "You can get me ready."
"I would love to." Maglor leaned down and kissed Finarfin deeply, honored by that level of trust - a whole new level for their relationship. Maglor felt even closer to him now... even more in love with him.
Finarfin held the leash as they continued kissing, hard cocks rubbing together. Maglor kissed and licked Finarfin's neck and throat, making Finarfin moan, and Finarfin's moans got louder as Maglor worshiped his gorgeous body, hands caressing, fingers walking, tracing, brushing, as he kissed here, licked there, gently nibbled. Nipples, stomach, hips, thighs. Maglor expressed his love with each touch, each kiss, thrilling to the sound of Finarfin's sighs and those catches of breath.
Maglor licked down Finarfin's shaft, and back up. He tapped his tongue with the head of Finarfin's cock, making streamers with the flowing pre-spend. He licked around and around the head, and up and down the shaft. He drew just the head of the cock between his lips, one hand slowly rubbing the shaft, the other playing with Finarfin's balls. Then Maglor slid down and licked and sucked on his balls. The way Finarfin moaned when Maglor's tongue teased the sensitive place between balls and ass made Maglor's cock jump, and Maglor began stroking himself as his tongue made slow circles around the rim of Finarfin's opening.
When Maglor's tongue dipped inside, Finarfin cried out, tugging the leash with one hand, a fistful of Maglor's hair with the other. Maglor ate at him like he was starving for it, making filthy slurping sounds as his tongue lashed away. Finarfin writhed, gasped, arched to him, and Maglor felt close to coming just from watching Finarfin get lost in pleasure. At last Finarfin handed him the oil and Maglor licked and sucked Finarfin's balls as slick fingers worked in and out - as long as it had been, Maglor wanted to make sure the hole was wet enough. Maglor spat into it for good measure before he slid up to chase flowing pre-spend with his tongue, giving a few teasing licks at the head of Finarfin's cock before he came up for a kiss.
With one of Finarfin's legs hooked around him, Maglor began to push inside. Finarfin's channel gripped him like a vise, and Maglor grit his teeth, shaking at the pleasure of feeling the silken heat wrap around his cock. When Maglor bottomed out, Finarfin's eyes widened and his mouth opened but no sound came out.
"Are you all right?" Maglor asked, concerned - he knew from having been on the receiving end that there might be pain after so long. He reached up to touch Finarfin's face.
Finarfin took Maglor's hand and kissed it, and just nodded. He took a moment to adjust, breathing harder, eyes rolling back, and then he nodded again. "Go ahead."
Maglor went slowly at first, both out of caution to not hurt him - Finarfin was so tight - and so he himself didn't come right away, the tight grip and the feel of Finarfin's inner muscles rippling around his cock with each thrust. But when Finarfin moaned and Maglor knew he'd hit that spot, he went just a little faster. One hand stroked Finarfin's cock, and the other caressed Finarfin's thigh and stomach.
Soon Finarfin was rolling his hips, moaning, and then he yanked on the leash. "Harder."
"Are you sure -"
Their eyes met and Finarfin growled. "I can take it, Káno. Harder."
Maglor did as he was told, rocking into him faster - not as fast as he could go just yet, still holding back. Finarfin matched his rhythm, working his hips, breathing harder. When Finarfin moaned again Maglor sped up a little, balls slapping Finarfin's ass.
A few minutes of that and Finarfin went wild, tugging on the leash. "Harder. Faster. Fuck me."
Maglor slammed into him and Finarfin cried out. Maglor answered the cry with a moan, balls slapping louder. Maglor tightened his grip on Finarfin's cock and Finarfin put a hand over Maglor's hand, guiding it faster, while the other hand continued to pull on the leash. Even though Maglor was the one fucking, it still felt like he was being fucked - Finarfin was still the one in charge... and Maglor loved it. This was just as much an act of submission and surrender as when Finarfin gave him pain in the dungeon. This was service, this was devotion, this was worship. Each thrust, every push and pull was an act of love, of trust.
"That's it, fuck me." Finarfin growled and pulled the leash harder. "Show me what a good slut you are."
Maglor bit his lip with a whimper, almost undone by that. He gave it to Finarfin as hard as he could, bed rocking against the wall - grateful the room was warded. The slap of their flesh was obscene, and they traded off moans and grunts, cries and gasps. Closer, closer, until they were both right there, their eyes locked, both men trembling. Maglor's hand was a blur on Finarfin's cock, and he rubbed the tight balls, desperate to make Finarfin come first, feeling about to explode.
Finarfin came with a shuddery sigh, spouting up Maglor's torso. The sight and feel of the hot seed splashing him set Maglor off, letting out a broken cry as he spent into the man he loved. Finarfin's channel clenched and pulsed around him, and Maglor's cock throbbed as euphoria surged through him, all the more intense for the pain earlier. Maglor sank down, laughing, and Finarfin rained kisses over his face.
"Good boy," Finarfin husked, petting him. "Such a good boy."
Maglor's toes curled and he gave a deep sigh as he snuggled against Finarfin, the pulsating giving way to relief. He rested inside Finarfin until his cock went soft and he slipped out - then he felt something wet against his thigh. He shifted and looked down and saw his seed leaking out of Finarfin's hole.
Finarfin smiled. "Good boys clean up their messes."
Maglor slid back down and ate his seed from Finarfin's passage. His cock hardened up again, and so did Finarfin's. Maglor stroked Finarfin's cock as his tongue lapped, until Finarfin was shaking, pulling on the leash, pulling on Maglor's hair, making guttural noises, and then Maglor moved up to take the cock in his mouth, just in time for Finarfin to come in his mouth. As Maglor swallowed the seed, he brought himself to climax, spending over Finarfin's thighs. He licked up his seed and came back up to kiss him, letting Finarfin taste the two of them together.
"Good boy." Finarfin tousled Maglor's hair, then wrapped his arms around Maglor and started rocking him again. Maglor smiled into Finarfin's neck, perfectly content.
A small voice in the back of Maglor's mind was still annoyed with having "failed" the whipping - the voice sounded a lot like Nerdanel, blowing up over the smallest provocations - but he mostly felt like he'd won something.
"I love you," Maglor said.
"I love you." Finarfin gave Maglor a squeeze. "And thank you. That was... quite enjoyable." Finarfin grinned and stretched.
"I'm glad. I like pleasing you."
"Yes, you're a good boy. Just remember... I like pleasing you, too." Finarfin tweaked Maglor's nose and gave the leash a tug before he cradled Maglor's head to his heart. "If there is ever something you need... just ask."
Maglor nodded. But right now, he felt like all he needed was here.
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