While Finarfin had gardeners and landscapers in the palace staff, he preferred to do some of the work in the gardens himself - he loved his plants and he found putting his hands in earth to be soothing, "a good meditative exercise to keep things in perspective," he'd said. It was one of the things Maglor had always loved about his uncle - Finarfin was as passionate about his plants as Fëanor had been about his jewels. And since he'd come to Alqualondë and he and his uncle had begun their affair, Maglor loved spending occasional afternoons in the gardens with Finarfin, helping him, watching Finarfin's joy and peace in the act of caring for his plants.
Today they were spending one such afternoon together, this time with additional hands - Maedhros, Elrond and Elros joined them. Finarfin's simple happiness in the work was infectious - it was so good to see Maedhros smiling as he hunkered down in the dirt, tending to the thriving life all around him.
Once again, Maglor couldn't help but think his brother had a beautiful smile. One that had been so rarely seen in decades past, but now it was almost like the old Maedhros was back.
And he was seeing his brother in a new way. It made Maglor's cheeks burn, feeling that giddy fluttery rush, hoping nobody else noticed. He had been desperately trying to rid himself of these feelings, and they seemed stronger every day, especially at times like this when Maedhros's face was as bright as the sun and Maglor felt that fierce ache to preserve that happiness as best as he could. Maglor was sure if Maedhros knew of his feelings - and Finarfin, too - that he would be condemned as a deviant. This broke the Laws even more than the relations Maglor and Finarfin enjoyed.
Laws that seemed more and more unjust every day.
Maglor hoped that if Finarfin ever discovered his feelings, he at least wouldn't feel jealous or threatened. Rather than diminish his feelings for Finarfin, Maglor's growing lust for Maedhros also made his lust for Finarfin all the stronger, thinking of sex even more now. Even here in the gardens, doing something purely innocent, Maglor couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to rut with Finarfin on the ground like animals.
Such was Maglor's lust that when their work was done for the day, and Maedhros led Elrond and Elros back towards the palace, with Finarfin and Maglor lingering behind, Maglor took a quick look around to make sure there was nobody watching and then he grabbed Finarfin and kissed him deeply. Boldly. Wanting Finarfin to feel that passion in him, to know how much he was wanted, loved.
Finarfin kissed him back. "Naughty boy," Finarfin whispered before he took a lick at Maglor's sensitive neck.
Maglor moaned as a shiver went down his spine and his cock began to stir in his breeches. "No, naughty would be me telling you how hard my nipples are, aching for your mouth on them." Maglor's newly pierced nipples were healed up enough to play with, and now Maglor took one of Finarfin's hands and guided it to his chest, to rub one nipple, then the other. Finarfin groaned as he kissed Maglor, slipping his hand out from under Maglor's to play with Maglor's nipples himself, thumbs stroking them to peaks through the fabric of Maglor's tunic.
"You teasing brat." Finarfin licked Maglor's neck again, kissed and nibbled. Then he pulled back and looked around, doing his own check to ensure they weren't being observed. "You're going to get it later." He pinched one of Maglor's nipples and gave a tug, then did the same with the other, and then he spanked Maglor's ass.
Maglor smiled - that was the point. Feeling cheeky, he couldn't resist teasing Finarfin a little more. As they started down the path to the palace, Maglor paused, which made Finarfin wait to see what was going on... and Maglor lifted up his tunic to reveal his hard, pierced nipples. He winked at Finarfin before he pulled his tunic down.
Finarfin growled, and Maglor's cock throbbed in response. He bit his lip, grinning to himself as they continued on to the palace. Tonight was going to be fun.
Maglor almost felt like skipping as Finarfin led him to the dungeon after the evening meal. He couldn't help a little gleeful giggle, knowing he was in for it after teasing him. Since they were in the secret passageways with no one else around, Maglor couldn't resist teasing Finarfin a bit more. He paused and whistled. Finarfin turned around, and Maglor once again lifted up his tunic, showing off his pierced nipples.
Finarfin growled again. "Brat."
Maglor beamed. "Thank you."
Finarfin shook his head. "You know, you're just like F-" His voice trailed off and he looked off to the side.
Maglor assumed Finarfin was referring to his late lover and once again wondered who that was, but that speculation didn't last long - he could barely think as Finarfin seized a handful of his hair and dragged him by the hair the rest of the way to the dungeon, smacking Maglor's ass every few steps. "Teasing brat," Finarfin rasped.
Maglor wiggled his ass, and Finarfin smacked it again, harder.
The moment they reached the dungeon, Finarfin took out his dagger and cut Maglor's fine clothes from his body, falling in scraps to the floor. Maglor's jaw dropped - though they could be replaced easily enough, it was still shocking behavior.
And arousing, for Finarfin to demonstrate such fierce need. Maglor cried out as Finarfin drew him close and kissed him roughly. "Since you like teasing so much, turnabout is fair play," Finarfin said. He pulled out the spanking bench and bent Maglor over it, with a hard smack at Maglor's bare ass. "I think we'll start with the crop."
"Yes, please."
Finarfin went back and forth between Maglor's ass cheeks, slapping one then the other, harder and harder, counting until he reached twenty. Maglor rubbed against the spanking bench, feeling like his balls were going to explode. By the time the count was done and his ass cheeks were stinging, Maglor was panting and quivering, mad to be fucked... and he knew they had only just begun.
The next part was Finarfin binding him. Maglor sat on a stool as Finarfin made the harness of rope with his beautiful knotted patterns. Every now and again Finarfin paused to caress him, stroke his hair, give him a kiss, checking in to make sure Maglor was doing all right and not too uncomfortable. That too stoked the fire of Maglor's lust even hotter, building the anticipation deliciously.
When Maglor's chest and shoulders were bound, Finarfin brought him over to the restraint table to add the last series of ropes, binding Maglor's arms and legs to the table. It was then that Finarfin removed his own clothing, this time pausing to stroke himself. "You're so beautiful," Finarfin purred, hand rubbing up and down his shaft a dozen strokes... then he brought his fingers, slick with pre-spend, to Maglor's mouth to taste.
Once Maglor's arms were securely tied, Finarfin walked up to the head of the table and shoved his cock in Maglor's face. He tapped his cock against Maglor's tongue, and groaned as Maglor drew the head into his mouth, then some of the shaft, sucking, working his head up and down. Maglor's own cock hardened agonizingly as he sucked at the gorgeous cock in his mouth, eyes feasting on the way Finarfin quivered and gasped and moaned at the pleasure.
At last Finarfin took his cock out of Maglor's mouth, and Maglor let out a whimper of protest, wanting to worship that beautiful cock some more. Finarfin laughed at him. "You want this cock, don't you, boy?"
"Yes, hántya."
"Do you think a teasing slut like you should get what you want right away? I don't."
"Please, hántya," Maglor begged. He bit his lower lip and whined.
Finarfin laughed again. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. "That's right, slut, beg for it."
"Please, hántya, please, give me cock... please, hántya, I need cock, I need your cock, please..."
Finarfin groaned and stroked himself a little more. "Such a slut." Finarfin's voice shook with desire, and that went right to Maglor's cock, pulsing as his hole twitched. Maglor writhed against the restraints, whining again, desperate for it.
Finarfin walked away and Maglor cried out with frustration. Maglor watched as Finarfin rubbed a panel on the wall near the cross, and out came a shelf with what looked like a toolbox. Maglor hadn't seen that shelf or the box before, and he braced himself as Finarfin opened the box. Finarfin came back with what looked like a pair of metal clamps, something that seemed like it belonged in Fëanor's forge.
"These are for your nipples," Finarfin said. "Do you consent?"
Maglor took a deep breath, thinking of Finarfin pinching his nipples on the way back from the gardens. This would likely hurt a bit... but Maglor trusted Finarfin that this was for pleasure, not just pain. "Yes."
Finarfin put the clamps on Maglor's nipples. Maglor howled at the bite of the metal, squeezing his nipples like a vise. Finarfin moaned at the sight of the clamps on Maglor's nipples, and stroked himself some more.
Then he got the swan feather, and with the clamps continuing to pinch Maglor's nipples, feeling tighter and tighter, the feather slowly and sensually stroked up and down his body, followed by Finarfin's tongue. The feather teased Maglor's chest and stomach and thighs, and the caresses, licks and nibbles felt delicious, the pleasure making the pain more intense, the pain making the pleasure more intense until there was no difference between them, just sensation. Surrender.
Finarfin finally took the clamps off Maglor's nipples. They were as hard as Maglor had ever seen, painfully swollen. Finarfin licked his lips. "Your nipples look so luscious like this, swollen so long and thick, like little cocks." Finarfin's thumb rubbed one, then he pinched it, making Maglor yelp, and he pulled the nipple ring, making Maglor yelp again.
Finarfin leaned down and licked the nipple, long, slow strokes of his tongue and then faster, lapping, fluttering. Maglor writhed again, howling with pleasure. He cried out as Finarfin drew the nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Then Finarfin tugged the ring with his teeth, before licking around and around the nipple in circles, then fucking the nipple hard with his tongue before sucking again, harder.
Finarfin did the same to the other nipple, licking, suckling, pulling the ring with his teeth, lapping and sucking harder. Back and forth Finarfin went, moaning as he feasted, joining Maglor's louder moans, which became broken cries as Finarfin played with one nipple while his mouth worked on the other.
When Maglor felt like he couldn't take it anymore, Finarfin kissed him, then he pulled on both of Maglor's nipple rings at the same time. "Your nipples look even more delicious glistening wet from my mouth." Finarfin licked his lips and tugged the nipple rings again. Maglor moaned, cock jolting, hole twitching, almost coming just from that tug... those debauched words. "Nice and wet... and ready to be fucked."
Finarfin climbed onto the table and over Maglor, then he straddled Maglor's chest. Maglor cried out as Finarfin began to rub the head of his cock against Maglor's left nipple, strumming it. Finarfin's breath hitched and he moaned softly, using his free hand to pinch his own nipples as he fucked Maglor's nipple harder, faster.
Then Finarfin rubbed and pulled on Maglor's right nipple as his cock continued to stroke the left nipple. Maglor whined like he was in heat, going out of his mind with lust, and nothing had ever felt so good as his exquisitely sensitized nipples being fucked like this, the pleasure going to his cock.
Finarfin's breath came out in shaky gasps as he guided his cock to the right nipple, rubbing his cockhead on the nipple. Maglor watched his nipple slide around and around the head of Finarfin's cock, then over the slit, back and forth. Finarfin played with Maglor's left nipple, and Maglor cried out as he watched Finarfin's pre-spend drip onto his nipple, making it glisten even more.
Finarfin's cock went back to Maglor's right nipple. This time he rocked his hips so his shaft slid up and down the nipple, then the head rubbed it, then it was rubbing the shaft again. Maglor bit his lip, whimpering, urgent to come, but he was still bound and unable to touch himself.
Finarfin fucked Maglor's left nipple, the head and shaft teasing it, Finarfin's moans louder, more ragged, his eyes glazed with lust. More and more pre-spend pooled onto Maglor's nipples, and down Finarfin's shaft.
Finally, Finarfin gave a shuddery moan and Maglor knew what was about to happen. Finarfin let out a fierce cry as his seed creamed Maglor's nipples, then spurted on Maglor's face. Maglor held out his tongue, lapping like he was drinking from a fountain, and licked his lips, savoring the salty-sweet taste. He almost came himself just from looking down at his nipples coated in Finarfin's seed... his mind's eye replaying that hot nipplefucking. It was so filthy, and Maglor loved it. He couldn't wait to do it again.
But now, he needed to come himself. When Finarfin came down from his orgasm, he untied Maglor and led Maglor to the bedchamber. On the bed, they lay with their heads between each other's legs and sucked each other's cocks, and before they could come in each other's mouths, Finarfin leaned back against the pillows, oiled up his cock, and Maglor straddled him and sank down. Maglor rode Finarfin's cock, bouncing madly as Finarfin held him, licked and sucked one nipple, then the other. The teasing of his sensitive, swollen nipples and the rhythm on that sweet spot inside him, with Finarfin's hand on his cock, built the pleasure and tension to fever pitch. Maglor needed to come so badly...
...and yet he needed even more to be a good boy for his uncle. "Please, let me come," Maglor begged. "Please, hántya, please, let me come. Let me come..."
"Such a spoiled brat." Finarfin kissed him, then smacked Maglor's sore ass. "I'll have this arse as long as I want, you little slut."
Maglor bit his lip and whimpered, almost undone.
Soon, Finarfin was right there with him, stroking Maglor's cock so hard his hand was a blur. He bit Maglor's nipples, tongue-fucked them, sucked them hard, Maglor bucking like he was riding a wild bull, panting. Just as Maglor felt he was about to climax without permission, Finarfin slapped Maglor's ass again and gritted out, "Come, boy."
"Hántya!" Maglor shivered as he gave in to a full-body release, throbbing, tingling, so sweet. "Yes, hántya, yes!"
"Oh, Káno." Finarfin trembled and clenched his teeth with a deep grunt as he spilled inside Maglor's pulsing channel. "Káno..."
They kissed passionately, clinging together. Finarfin lay back and pulled Maglor down with him, holding him close and tight, stroking his hair. "Good boy," Finarfin whispered. "Such a good boy."
"For now," Maglor said, looking up at him with a grin. He wiggled his ass again... and relished the feeling of lightness, that he could banter like this again after years of his humor dried up.
Finarfin smacked Maglor's ass, then gave him a little kiss. "It's good when you're naughty." He smiled back.
After resting for awhile the passion rose between them again, kissing as their hard cocks rubbed together. This time Maglor got on his hands and knees, sticking his ass out at Finarfin, and Finarfin knelt behind him and took him that way, like an animal. Pulling Maglor's hair, fucking him hard. Maglor rocked his hips, fucking himself on Finarfin's cock, begging for more, not able to get enough.
Never enough.
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