Two days later, Maglor was healed enough from his whip wounds that Finarfin suggested a day at the beach. They took Maedhros and the twins out to the white sands with a picnic basket.
Elrond and Elros had never learned how to swim, and Finarfin gave them their first swimming lesson. Finarfin had taught his own children as well as some of Fëanor and Fingolfin's children, and it made Maglor feel nostalgic and wistful for the days before Morgoth's treachery, the exile and the Doom. Maedhros sensed Maglor was a little sad on what was supposed to be a happy, fun outing, and Maedhros splashed him. Even with one arm, Maedhros got him good. Maglor knew he looked like a drowned rat, spluttering as he pushed his soaked hair out of his face, and when Finarfin laughed, Maglor splashed Finarfin first, then splashed Maedhros. Maedhros ducked and it hit Elros, who retaliated with a look of mock indignation.
It became an all-out splash war, Maglor and Elrond against Maedhros, Elros and Finarfin. Maedhros ducked Maglor, then Maglor ducked Maedhros, and Finarfin went under and grabbed Maglor by the toe and tickled his foot mercilessly. Maglor thrashed around helplessly and Maedhros and Elros splashed him and splashed him, until Maglor begged for mercy.
When the splash war was over, Elrond and Elros practiced their swimming some more, and at last Elrond rode on Maglor's shoulders and Elros rode on Maedhros's shoulders as the two men waded out as far as they could go without the tides pulling them under. After Maglor turned around to head back to shore, he saw Finarfin standing in the waves up to his waist, the wistful look in his eyes reflecting how Maglor felt.
Maglor and Maedhros carried Elrond and Elros to shore, and Maglor tried desperately not to admire the way his uncle looked in his smallclothes, droplets of water clinging to him all the right places, glistening, his muscles rippling with each graceful step. It didn't help that Maglor wanted to comfort Finarfin - to take Finarfin into his arms, hold him, kiss him, promise that they would never lose each other again.
So, this time it was Maglor's turn to cope with levity. Once Elrond was put down on the sand, Maglor took a flying leap and tackled Finarfin. He questioned his judgment as they rolled around, grappling each other, bare flesh to bare flesh, but before Maglor could get too excited, he threw a handful of sand at Finarfin's chest. Then he pulled off and began digging frantically, throwing more sand at Finarfin.
"Help me bury him," Maglor called to the others.
Finarfin laughed and screamed as Maedhros, Elrond, and Elros dug, scooped and poured sand over his body. Maglor was grateful to watch Finarfin's gorgeous body disappear bit by bit under the sand - it was too arousing and he didn't want to get hard in front of the children, nor did he want to have an awkward conversation with his brother. When Finarfin was buried up to his neck, toes sticking out, Elrond leaned back and stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"We should build a castle on top of him," Elrond said.
"I agree," Maedhros said.
"We should decorate it." Elros tugged at Maglor's arm. "Help me find shells."
Elros and Maglor combed the beach for pretty shells while Maedhros and Elrond packed sand atop the pile of sand burying Finarfin; every now and again Maglor looked over his shoulder at Finarfin, laughing as Maedhros and Elrond designed their castle. Once Elros and Maglor found a dozen shells to adorn the castle with, they came over and helped with constructing the castle.
The castle was raised, and Elrond and Elros arranged the shells. Maglor opened the picnic hamper and spread out the food they'd packed, and since both Finarfin's arms were buried under the castle atop the pile of sand, Maglor fed him bits of food... and once again struggled with containing his arousal. At least Finarfin behaved himself and didn't lick or suck Maglor's fingers, though it didn't stop Maglor from thinking about it.
Elrond and Elros got to demolish the castle they'd built, and Finarfin sat up, but not before he threw some of the sand that had been covering him, at Maglor.
"We'll have to come back for more swimming lessons and more sand sculptures. Perhaps next time I can make one myself as opposed to wearing one." Finarfin narrowed his eyes at Maglor, who bat his eyes innocently.
As they headed back to the palace, Finarfin moved more slowly and gingerly than usual - he had also been walking that way this morning, but after a day with roughhousing it was more pronounced. Maglor, of course, knew it was because he'd fucked Finarfin for the first time two nights ago, and again last night; Finarfin was well-used.
Maglor wasn't the only one to notice. "Haru, you've been walking strangely," Elrond said, pausing to give Finarfin a concerned look. "Are you all right?"
Maglor was the one to reply, with a cheeky grin - the splash war and sand burials had put him in a playful mood. "He's just getting old."
Finarfin's lips quirked and an eyebrow raised. He said nothing, but the look in Finarfin's eye told Maglor he was going to pay for that remark later. Maglor winked; he was looking forward to it.
After the evening meal, Finarfin took Maglor directly to the bedroom, through the passages, rather than stopping at the dungeon first. They started by taking a bath together, to cleanse away the salt from the ocean. They sensually lathered each other, kissing, hard cock teasing hard cock, getting each other more and more worked up to the point where Maglor begged, "Fuck me," the moment they rose from the bath.
Finarfin just laughed. Then he grabbed Maglor by a fistful of wet hair and dragged him along to the bed. Maglor loved it when Finarfin manhandled him like this, and by the time they made it to the bed, Maglor's cock was dripping pre-spend, making a puddle on the floor. Finarfin clicked his tongue and shoved Maglor down on the floor.
"Clean your mess, slut," Finarfin commanded.
As Maglor lapped up his pre-spend from the floor, on his hands and knees, Finarfin continued to hold Maglor by the hair. Maglor's cock throbbed and his hole twitched, getting more and more aroused; he was panting for it by the time the puddle was licked up and he was on his knees before his uncle, who sat on the edge of the bed, Maglor's hair still in his tight grip.
"You're making me messy too," Finarfin said, gesturing to his own hard cock, pre-spend flowing down the shaft.
Maglor licked his lips and began to work his tongue up and down Finarfin's cock, chasing the clear, lightly salty-sweet liquid. When his tongue lingered at the head, Finarfin gave a shuddery gasp, and Maglor almost came from that sound alone. He reached down to stroke his aching cock, not able to help himself, and Finarfin yanked his hand away, before pulling Maglor up by the hair, and shoving Maglor onto the bed.
"Please," Maglor begged. "Fuck me." He gave an urgent little whine, and his hole twitched again. He felt so shameless and wanton, and he reveled in it. Needing Finarfin like this made him feel so alive, burning with intensity after the years of being resigned to cold, numb, quiet despair.
Finarfin laughed. He grabbed Maglor's hair again. "You sure I'm not too old and decrepit for such vigorous activity?"
Oh shit. Maglor's cock stiffened even more - he knew he was in for it after his cheekiness at the beach. He'd still do it again. He would do it even more, if this was how Finarfin would respond.
With one hand still holding Maglor by the hair, Finarfin's other hand stroked Maglor's cheek, then his finger traced Maglor's lips. "You were a naughty boy, making fun of me like that. Weren't you?"
"Yes, hántya."
"I think you know what naughty boys get."
With that, Finarfin pulled Maglor over his knee. "Twenty spankings for you today," Finarfin said.
"Yes," Maglor hissed, hole twitching again.
Finarfin's hand slapped one ass cheek, then the other. Maglor cried out as the sweet sting pulsed and radiated through his body, his cock throbbing in response, balls aching. Maglor's fists grabbed the sheets for dear life, panting, moaning, whimpering as Finarfin went back and forth between his ass cheeks, smacking harder and harder. Maglor rubbed himself against Finarfin's thigh, going out of his mind with lust. He loved being controlled like this, surrendering, submitting, yielding. Today at the beach was a reminder of his responsibility to his family; now he could let go and be taken care of, and he trusted Finarfin with that. Each slap, pain transmuting to pleasure, reinforced that bond they had.
By the time Finarfin was done with all twenty spankings, Maglor was quivering, babbling, not able to make words to beg his uncle for release. Finarfin rubbed Maglor's sore ass, his touch as tender as it had been fierce, and after Maglor crawled off Finarfin's lap, they held each other for a moment.
"Still think I'm an old man?" Finarfin raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." Maglor grinned.
Finarfin threw back his head, laughing - Maglor loved it - and then Finarfin gave Maglor a kiss before one last ass smack. Maglor yelped and Finarfin chuckled. "Brat," Finarfin said fondly.
Maglor stuck his tongue out.
"You really are your father's son." Finarfin laughed again and shook his head.
That made Maglor smile, thinking of Finarfin and Fëanor bantering - and then Maglor felt that wistful touch of sadness again, missing his father... and wondering why Finarfin and Fëanor had to hide their closeness. Before he could dwell too much on it, Finarfin gave Maglor a shove. "On all fours like a dog," Finarfin rasped. "And we'll see who's walking strangely."
Maglor eagerly got into position, hole twitching as he watched Finarfin get the oil.
Finarfin poured oil into the crack of Maglor's ass and it dripped into his hole, then Finarfin worked slick fingers inside him to tease as he licked a long, slow path down Maglor's sensitive spine. Maglor shivered and moaned, fists grabbing the sheets. "Please," Maglor begged.
Finarfin got behind him, and teased Maglor some more, rubbing his cock in the crack of Maglor's ass. "PLEASE!" Maglor yelled.
Finarfin smacked his ass again, and Maglor's breath hitched as he felt the tip of Finarfin's cock at his opening. Inch by inch Finarfin pushed inside, slowly, until he bottomed out. The long, thick cock stretched Maglor, and he adjusted to the fullness, breathing harder.
Then Finarfin showed no mercy, their hips slapping together as Finarfin slammed in and out of him. One hand grabbed Maglor by the hair and the other spanked Maglor's ass. Maglor loved it, rocking his hips back at Finarfin, giving into the primal, animalistic hunger of his body. Finarfin's grunts and growls excited him all the more - he loved to see this side of the gentle, soft-spoken man.
Soon Maglor was shaking, gasping for breath, letting out little whimpers, desperate to come, but Finarfin's cock felt so good inside him, he never wanted to stop. The feeling of being taken, conquered, was just as delicious as the rhythm of Finarfin's cock. Maglor bucked, panting, hearing himself beg for more, and Finarfin gave it, all power, all passion.
When Finarfin's hand began quivering in Maglor's hair, Maglor knew he was getting close. Finarfin's other hand reached around and stroked Maglor's cock, and the pleasure built to the breaking point. Maglor reached the place of no return, one long, endless note of pleasure so intense it was agony, and then the release came, Maglor spilling over Finarfin's hand with a broken sob as relief and bliss surged through him, throbbing. Two thrusts later Finarfin climaxed with a cry of his own, spending deep inside Maglor's contracting passage. Maglor let out a contented purr at the feeling of Finarfin's hot seed filling him, claiming him, the evidence of their fuck.
They lay there, trembling, and Maglor turned his head so they could kiss. Then Finarfin trailed tender little kisses up and down Maglor's neck and the back of his shoulder, nuzzling. "Love you," Finarfin murmured.
Maglor sighed, flexing his toes. He loved to hear it. "I love you too."
They kissed again, and again. Their tongues licked together and Maglor's cock rose as he felt Finarfin harden inside him. "More?" Finarfin asked.
"Please."
This time Finarfin rode Maglor's ass, pinning Maglor's arms behind his back as he pounded Maglor into the mattress. Maglor did what he could to rub his cock against the mattress, the silk sheets teasing him, frantic. Finarfin holding him captive like this thrilled him, and Maglor heard himself moaning louder than usual as he worked his hips.
"That's right," Finarfin said. "I'm going to fuck you and fuck you until you're the one walking strangely - if you can even walk at all tomorrow. You'll see what an old man can do. And you'll love it like the slut you are."
"Yes," Maglor cried, almost undone by those words. "Yes, fuck me, yes..."
Such was Maglor's arousal at being taken and fucked like this, that a few moments later he came without even touching his cock. Finarfin gasped as he felt Maglor's channel clenching and squeezing his cock, and he collapsed onto Maglor's back, shaking, moaning, as he filled Maglor with his seed once more.
They still weren't done. A little while later, Maglor was on his back, his legs on Finarfin's shoulders. Maglor rolled his hips, stroking himself, begging for more, and the wet sloppy sound of Finarfin's cock in and out of his seeded hole was almost as loud as his cries. The bed slammed against the wall and Finarfin growled, fire in his eyes, taking what he wanted. Taking what was freely, gladly given, Maglor right on that edge and holding back, needing more, craving each thrust of that cock inside him, craving the sight of Finarfin losing himself in frenzied lust, the sweat dripping down Finarfin's gorgeous body...
Maglor's seed splattered Finarfin's sculpted chest and abdomen, an offering of ecstatic worship. "Ara," Maglor called out, in that one word expressing his love, his devotion.
"Káno." Finarfin sighed as he spent again. "My Kanafinwë."
Tears of happiness welled in Maglor's eyes as he held out his arms and Finarfin sank down, kissing him deeply. They kissed and clung together, rocked, petted each other, sharing that wonderful peaceful feeling after orgasm, a gift of joy.
And yet, the flame had not quenched. Maglor rode Finarfin's cock, and Finarfin grabbed Maglor's hips and thrust savagely, making Maglor work for it, bouncing wildly. The slurping, squishing sound of Finarfin's cock gliding in all that seed drove Maglor to the brink. Finarfin played with Maglor's nipples, and when he leaned up to lap and suckle them, Maglor began to stroke his cock, aching to come.
"We should get these pierced," Finarfin said, before his lips tugged on a nipple and he pinched the other.
Maglor bit his lip and whimpered; the thought of having another tangible sign of Finarfin's ownership almost made him come. But he held back, wanting more. Needing more. Wanting to ride and ride no matter how sore he was tomorrow. He couldn't get enough of the man he loved.
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