The next day, Maglor met Maedhros in the courtyard in the morning for sparring practice. By the time he made it there he was already half-hard, his mind racing with memories of the way they'd finally made love at the beach the day before... and fantasies of all the things he wanted to do with his brother, now that they weren't just brothers anymore, but lovers. His cock rose to full hardness at the sight of Maedhros with his shirt off, showing off that gorgeous, sculpted body, looking like one of the savages they encountered in the wilds of Beleriand - knowing how savage Maedhros could be indeed.
Maedhros strode towards him to shake his hand as they often did before their duel - and this time he leaned in and whispered, "Whoever wins, gets to top."
Maglor's cock leapt, but he had to think fast as Maedhros's sword came towards him, putting up his own sword to block the blow just in time.
Sword clashed with sword, like two cocks rubbing, grinding for dominance. The battle felt deliciously sexually charged - the predatory look in Maedhros's eyes went right to Maglor's cock, sending a frisson through him. As distracted as he was, Maglor still fought back as fiercely as he could, not wanting to make it so easy for Maedhros to win. Holding his ground just as he made himself hold back during sex... savoring the fire, the fury, the rhythm of their bodies. After the loss of his arm Maedhros had trained himself to fight even harder, and he was glorious when he fought. Maglor worshiped with his eyes, honored with each thrust and parry of his sword.
Even when Maedhros had him in a position where Maglor would normally yield and concede the battle, he felt compelled to make Maedhros work for it. He threw down his sword, grabbed Maedhros and wrestled him to the ground. Maedhros let go of his own blade and they rolled around on the ground, grappling, pinning...
...rubbing hard cocks together through their breeches, panting into each other's mouths. While they were alone out here, Maglor resisted the urge to rip off his brother's clothes lest someone walk out and witness them. But his lust burned hotter and hotter as they continued rolling, grabbing, punching, slapping, choking, pulling each other's hair, still desperately rubbing against each other. At last Maedhros seized Maglor's wrists and bit Maglor's neck with a growl, and Maglor almost came in his pants. He heard himself moan, "Oh Hells, fuck me."
Maedhros grinned. Looking around to make sure they were still alone and unobserved, Maedhros's tongue darted out and their tongues took a few playful, teasing licks, sharing the metallic tang of Maglor's blood.
They made their way to Maglor's bedchamber, leaning on each other on the way there to create the pretext that they were injured and would be seeing to each other's wounds - and leaning on each other intensified the sexual tension between them, Maglor acutely aware of the proximity of his brother's body, going out of his mind with lust, so tempted to pull him off to the side and fuck right there, caution be damned. But they managed to behave until they stepped into the bedchamber, door closing behind them.
Maedhros pushed Maglor up against the door and kissed him passionately, grinding through their breeches once more. They undressed each other and let their clothes fall to the floor in a pile, and held each other as they walked to Maglor's bed, kissing all the way, cock sliding against cock, their pre-spend making delicious-looking streamers.
On the bed, Maglor reached for the oil he had gotten from Finarfin. As much as he wanted to spend time exploring his brother's body again, like he had done yesterday at the beach, they were both too hard, too engorged for each other. They needed to fuck now. Maedhros lay back against the pillows and Maglor poured oil over Maedhros's cock, worked it in - then turned around, showing Maedhros the plug in his ass.
"Ara makes you wear that?" Maedhros asked.
"Yes."
Maedhros pulled it out and Maglor groaned at the satisfying pop it made. Maglor turned back to face him and Maedhros was holding the plug, studying it.
"Atya made this," Maedhros said, staring at what looked like green stars glowing faintly inside the glass.
"He did. This belonged to Ara's late lover."
Their eyes met. Maedhros pursed his lips and cocked his head to one side. "Káno... you... don't know who that was, do you?"
"No," Maglor said, straddling Maedhros's hips. "But I assume you do, since you said you'd seen Ara kissing him."
Maedhros nodded. "It was A -"
Maglor leaned in and silenced Maedhros with a deep, hungry kiss. He didn't want to ruin the mood with that flare of irrational jealousy that Finarfin had ever touched anyone else, with that jealousy being all the more hypocritical for him laying here with another man. Maglor sank down on Maedhros's cock, stretching him inch by inch, and when Maedhros was inside him all the way, both brothers grunted. Maglor sighed with contentment at that wonderful feeling of being joined with his beloved brother, one flesh.
"I love you," Maglor said softly.
Maedhros's hand rested on Maglor's heart, and slid up to touch Maglor's face. 'I love you too." Then his hand reached around and smacked Maglor's ass, hard. "Now ride me."
Maglor grinned and did as he was told, bouncing up and down on his brother's hard cock, his own hard cock bobbing. Maglor gave himself over to the rhythm, that sweet rubbing inside him, making Maedhros groan with pleasure he'd been missing for too long. As Maglor rode, his hands roamed over Maedhros's beautiful body, caressing, expressing love with every touch, every feel. Their eyes met and Maedhros gave him a smile that took his breath away, before Maedhros's eyes rolled back and moaned.
"Good?" Maglor asked, wanting to make sure.
"Hells, yes."
Maglor rode a little harder and started playing with Maedhros's nipples. Maedhros moaned again, louder.
Maglor continued riding, bouncing... savoring the feel of Maedhros's cock gliding in and out, possessing him again and again. It felt like they were made for each other, fitting together so beautifully - it seemed almost a crime that they hadn't done this before now. Soon it felt too good to hold back and Maglor bucked feverishly, riding Maedhros like the wild bulls he'd seen in Middle-Earth, moving his hips and ass in circles and squeezing his inner muscles to tease them both. Maedhros's arm and stump reached for Maglor's hips, taking hold of him as he thrust fast and furious, balls slapping Maglor's ass. Maglor grabbed onto Maedhros for dear life - seized handfuls of that luscious copper mane and tugged. Maedhros growled, fucking harder, making Maglor work for it.
"You are such a hot slut," Maedhros purred, and his hand slid from Maglor's hip to his cock. Maglor's hand covered his brother's hand, guiding it, stroking.
Maglor got closer, closer, lost in lust and sensation, where nothing else mattered but their hot, needy, animalistic fuck. The brothers took their pleasure from each other until they reached the breaking point, gasping for breath, shaking. Maedhros's hand gripped Maglor's cock as tightly as he could, stroking madly, and he looked into Maglor's eyes and ground out, "Now, brother..."
Maglor lost control, coming over Maedhros's hand and torso, and two thrusts later Maedhros clenched his teeth and let out a deep, primal grunt as he flooded Maglor's pulsing channel with seed. Maglor gave a shuddery sigh at the feeling of Maedhros coming inside him for the first time. It felt so right. So blissfully, deliciously right.
"I love you," Maglor whispered, feeling like he was falling into clouds, flying.
"I love you too." Maedhros's face lit up, and the beautiful joy on his face brought tears to Maglor's eyes.
Maglor sank down and Maedhros held him. They rolled onto their sides, Maedhros softening inside him, and they clung to each other, holding, rocking, laughing with the giddy euphoria of their release... that wonderful feeling of being together.
"I may let you win every time, if this is what I get for losing," Maglor said.
Maedhros cackled, kissed the tip of Maglor's nose, and swatted his ass. "Don't let me win. I need a good challenge, keeps my skills sharp. Besides..." Maedhros smirked. "I'd like to feel that cock of yours inside me, sometime."
Maglor smiled. The thought of fucking Maedhros would have hardened him right up again if he wasn't so spent... and he needed to save some of that for Finarfin, later. "I'd like to feel you wrapped around me, sometime."
"Mmmmm." Maedhros gave him a little kiss. "Do you and Ara ever... trade places?"
"I fuck him sometimes, when he tells me to."
There was a long pause, and Maglor wondered if that made Maedhros uncomfortable, but then Maedhros said, "I saw you tied up when we were camping."
"Sometimes he binds me, yes. Nothing is ever done without my permission." Maglor bit his lower lip. "My very enthusiastic permission."
"So you like it a bit rough?"
"I do." Their eyes met.
Maedhros licked his lips, as if that idea thrilled him, and then he looked off to the side. "Do you... get that way with Ara? Taking turns?"
"No, he's always the one in charge, even if I'm the one fucking him."
"Would you..." Their eyes met again. "Be open to getting rough with me?"
Maglor blinked, not able to believe what Maedhros was asking. "You mean... me tying you up? Hurting you a little? Dominating you?"
"Yes." Maedhros nodded solemnly. "After I..." Maedhros glanced over at his stump, then back at Maglor. "I asked Finno if he would... chain me. Take a knife to me. It was my way of taking back control. Learning to trust again."
"And you want me to do that to you."
"Only if you want to. If it wouldn't be fun for you, we don't have to -"
"No, I." Maglor loved being submissive with Finarfin, but the thought of being dominant with Maedhros... Maglor shuddered. That was something he didn't even know he craved, until now. He kissed his brother tenderly, smoothed Maedhros's hair, stroked his cheek. "I'll take care of you, Nelya. Whatever you want, I'm here for you, as you wish."
Maedhros squeezed him tight, and kissed Maglor's brow. Maglor closed his eyes, and quietly hoped he would be worthy.
In the meantime... Maglor's cock rose to life again, wanting more. Maedhros yanked Maglor by the hair and got Maglor down on all fours, face down, ass up, kneeling behind him. Maglor spread his hole, dripping with his brother's seed, and cried out as Maedhros pushed back inside. "Yes, yes, yesyesyes..." Maglor grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, white-knuckled, and began rocking his hips, desperately, wildly fucking himself on Maedhros's cock.
The plug kept Maedhros's seed inside him, and when Finarfin pulled out the plug later that evening, he spent a moment watching Maedhros's spend drip out of the open, ready hole.
"I see you had fun with your brother today," Finarfin said.
"I did," Maglor said - the shamelessness of it made his cock stiffen even more, insatiable. He loved feeling like a wanton slut who just wanted to fuck all the time.
Finarfin smacked Maglor's left ass cheek, then his right. Maglor moaned, and his hole twitched.
Finarfin leaned in, and Maglor cried out as he felt Finarfin's tongue spear him. Maglor cried out again as Finarfin began to lick, ever so slowly, teasingly.
"Mmmmmm." Finarfin's tongue traced circles around and around the hole, then dipped back inside, continuing the slow flutters that drove Maglor mad, whimpering. "Nelyafinwë's spend tastes delicious."
"Oh, fuck..." Maglor shuddered.
"I think one of these days, I will taste it directly from his cock while I make you watch... tied up."
"FUCK, hántya!" Maglor shivered again, almost coming from that, so wickedly debauched. Thus far, it had just been Maglor and Finarfin by themselves, Maglor and Maedhros by themselves, but he so very badly wanted to make love with both of them at once, and now knowing Finarfin wanted that too...
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Finarfin gave a few more slow licks, then he slapped Maglor's ass again. "You dirty little slut."
"Yes, oh gods, hántya, yes, please..." Then Maglor couldn't make words anymore, just howling with pleasure as Finarfin kept licking so slowly, sweetly.
"Yes. You tied up, and Nelya on a leash... make both of you my sluts." Finarfin laughed softly and then his tongue licked faster, harder. Maglor threw back his head and cried out, and started rocking his hips, fucking himself on Finarfin's tongue, not able to help himself.
Finarfin smacked Maglor's left ass cheek, then the right, then both of them at the same time, harder. Maglor moaned and bucked, his hole twitching, and Finarfin's tongue fucked him even harder. Finarfin shook his head, moaning into him as he feasted, and knowing Finarfin was getting excited too fueled Maglor's lust all the hotter.
Maglor found his words again, feeling like he was going to die if he didn't come soon. "Please, hántya, please, fuck me..."
Finarfin chuckled. "I am fucking you." His tongue lashed faster, driving Maglor to the brink, almost coming.
"Your cock. Please, I need your cock, hányta, take me..."
"Slut." Finarfin's tongue slowed, teasing him again. Licking slowly and slowly and so, so slowly, gentle little flutters that made Maglor scream and sob.
Finally Finarfin relented. He rubbed Maglor's ass before he slapped it again. "How did Nelyafinwë fuck you?"
"I rode him... then he had me from behind, like a dog."
"That is how I want you now." Finarfin clipped the leash through Maglor's collar. "Get like a dog for me, like the bitch in heat that you are."
Maglor moaned, his hole twitching again, cock throbbing and dripping pre-spend. He loved it when Finarfin treated him like this, and Finarfin knew it. Maglor got on all fours and wiggled his ass invitingly. Finarfin rubbed Maglor's ass in circles, then smacked one cheek and the other, over and over again, harder and harder. Maglor knew he was going to be sore tomorrow and he loved that, too.
Finarfin teased Maglor some more, with just the tip of his cock at Maglor's opening, rubbing. Maglor whined and whimpered, begging "please, please, please hántya, please please please," panting for it, until Finarfin relented, pushing all the way in.
Finarfin tugged on the leash with one hand and grabbed Maglor's hair with the other, thrusting hard. "Did Nelya fuck you hard like this?"
"Harder."
Finarfin rocked into him harder, faster. Maglor cried out, and Finarfin let go of Maglor's hair to smack his ass, then seized Maglor's hair again. "Like this?"
"Harder, harder..."
Finarfin pounded into him, their hips smacking together, Finarfin's balls wildly slapping Maglor's from behind. Their fuck made a filthy wet suctioning sound and Maglor screamed into the pillows, already right there, gritting his teeth to make himself hold back, his entire body thrilling to the nasty, primal passion between them.
"Am I fucking you harder now?" Finarfin gritted out.
"Yes, yes, yesyesyes hántya, yes, fuck me..."
"That's right." Finarfin growled and yanked Maglor's hair harder. "I let your brother borrow you - and someday soon he'll pay the price for that and I'll have his arse too - but you always come back to me, because you're mine." Finarfin let go of Maglor's hair and spanked his ass hard enough to make Maglor cry out. "Mine." Finarfin drove into him even harder, the slap of their hips sounding so rude and obscene, both of them panting.
"Mine," Finarfin insisted.
"Yours." Maglor worked his hips, matching his uncle's rhythm.
"Mine. Mine. Mine." Finarfin grunted, and Maglor moaned, feeling Finarfin's cock pulsating, knowing Finarfin was getting there. "My slut. My little fucktoy."
"Yes." Maglor gasped for breath, so close, excited like never before at Finarfin's fierce possessiveness. "Yes, yes, I'm yours, hántya, fuck me, take it, own it..."
Finarfin growled again. He reached around to stroke Maglor's cock, making it rattle, as he kept the other hand on the leash, pulling it. "I'm going to take it and breed it. You'd be so pregnant right now if you were capable -"
Maglor climaxed hard, whimpering, sobbing, as he spent and spent and spent over Finarfin's hand. Finarfin came with a hoarse shout, shooting into Maglor's pulsing hole, and Maglor cried out as he felt Finarfin's hot seed claiming him.
Maglor didn't know what it was about Finarfin's words that set him off, only that he came and came and came, even though he'd already come twice today. His orgasm felt like an act of worship, like Finarfin was the sun, like day had come after a long night. He wept with joy and ecstasy, completely shattered. Finarfin sighed deeply and his hand rested in Maglor's hair, as tender as he had been fierce.
"Good boy," Finarfin whispered. "My good, sweet boy."
"I love you," Maglor breathed.
Finarfin slipped out of him - Maglor made a little whimper of protest, then a sigh of his own as he felt Finarfin's seed gushing out of him; he loved that sloppy, used feeling. Finarfin rolled Maglor over, then pulled Maglor close, cradled Maglor against his chest, petting him. "I love you so very much." Finarfin kissed Maglor's brow, then slid his lips down to the tip of Maglor's nose. They looked into each other's eyes and Finarfin smiled. "You're a good boy. All the more so for taking care of your brother."
"You could help me take care of him too, you know." Maglor smirked, then bit his lower lip, feeling a little shy at his request, even though Finarfin himself had spoken of wanting to taste Maedhros's cock.
Finarfin smiled. "In due time." He kissed Maglor softly, sweetly. "I want to give you some time to... connect... with him, that is your right as his brother. Besides... you ought to prepare him for what I'm like."
"I told him," Maglor said, nodding. "He knows you tie me up and... manhandle me, and I like it. He wants me to do the same to him."
Finarfin's face lit up again and he laughed, delighted. "Feel free to borrow my dungeon. I only ask that you make absolutely sure you are discreet in the comings and goings, the fewer people who know it exists, the better."
Maglor nodded. Then he gave Finarfin a squeeze, touched and pleased that Finarfin was so understanding and accommodating. "Thank you." Maglor sighed, thinking of Maedhros, realizing Maedhros had gone without Fingon's domination for many years and it probably made the grief even worse. "I hope I will do right by him."
"You've learned from watching me, I'm sure you will do fine." Finarfin gave a cheeky grin. "We can make a game of it - whenever it is just you two, whatever you do to him, I will do to you, when you come to me in the evening."
"That game sounds fun." Maglor grinned back. This arrangement was looking better and better all the time, something Maglor didn't even know he needed until now.
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