Maedhros had his nipples pierced, and now they were healed enough for fun and games.
To celebrate the occasion, Finarfin, Maglor and Maedhros drank wine together in the bath, taking turns kissing... and licking, suckling and playing with each other's nipples. Maedhros's nipples were more sensitive now that they had been pierced, just like Maglor's, and the noises Maedhros made as Finarfin and Maglor sucked his nipples at the same time almost made Maglor come right then, untouched.
After they brushed each other's hair and massaged each other's scalps, Finarfin led his boys to the bed on leashes. He tied Maedhros's leash to the bedpost, and bound his left wrist, letting his stump hang free. Then he put clamps on Maedhros's nipples, making Maedhros gasp and whimper. Maglor's cock throbbed, having been in those nipple clamps many times... intimately familiar with how it felt, and knowing Maedhros was feeling the same sensations drove him mad with lust.
Maedhros was made to watch, bound, unable to touch himself, as Finarfin and Maglor kissed and caressed each other, and began to rub their hard cocks together. Cock slid against cock as their tongues licked and teased, the two men taking their time to savor each other's bodies, languid and sensual. Maedhros whined helplessly and every now and again Finarfin and Maglor would cast him a wicked smile before their tongues played together again. Finarfin's hands slid up Maglor's chest and he rubbed, pinched, and tugged on Maglor's hard, pierced nipples. He kissed and licked down Maglor's neck, and leaned in to lick a nipple, then drew it into his mouth, sucking hard... lapping some more before he turned to the other, tongue lashing, lips pulling. Back and forth he went, feasting on Maglor's nipples, making them glisten and swell into long, thick peaks, their cocks continuing to rub with streamers of pre-spend flowing between them.
Finarfin kissed Maglor deeply, and resumed kissing, licking and nibbling his neck as his thumbs strummed Maglor's sensitized nipples. Maglor moaned and rubbed his cock against Finarfin's more insistently, aching for release yet wanting to stay lost in this place of pleasure, wanting to keep feeling the man he loved, loving him. Then Maedhros howled with frustration and cried out, "Please!" and Finarfin just laughed and began to lick and suck Maglor's nipples again.
When Maedhros begged "Please," once more, Finarfin's response was to roll down his foreskin over the head of Maglor's cock, so it looked like his cock was swallowing Maglor's cock. Both men groaned deeply before a hungry, passionate kiss. Feeling the silk of Finarfin's foreskin kissing his sensitive cock head drove Maglor wild, lust fueled hotter as Finarfin stroked their cocks together, so it felt like the head of Maglor's cock was being sucked by Finarfin's cock.
Soon Finarfin and Maglor were both at that edge, trembling, breathing harder against each other's mouths, and when Finarfin's free hand pinched a nipple Maglor lost control, climaxing - his seed filling Finarfin's foreskin made his release all the more powerful, and then Finarfin's hot seed also filling the foreskin, running down Maglor's cock, made the contractions even stronger. Maglor and Finarfin gasped for breath, shuddering, and kissed fiercely, moaning into the kiss as they came down.
Maedhros whined - he hadn't come yet, after all - and after Maglor and Finarfin had recovered, they started kissing again, stroking each other's cocks back to hardness. Then Finarfin pulled on Maglor's leash and crawled over to Maedhros, dragging Maglor along with him. "You want cock, slut?" Finarfin asked Maedhros.
"Yes," Maedhros said, pleading with his eyes.
Finarfin shoved his cock in Maedhros's face and Maedhros ate the seed out of Finarfin's foreskin while Maglor watched, his own cock stiffening, balls tightening. Maedhros loved it, moaning as he lapped up the mess of cream, some of it getting on his face, so hungry for it. Then he just sucked at the head of Finarfin's cock while Finarfin and Maglor kissed, Finarfin's moans louder as Maedhros sucked more greedily. Before he could come in Maedhros's mouth, he pulled his cock out, tapped Maedhros's tongue with it to coat Maedhros's tongue with pre-spend, then he shoved Maglor forward. Maedhros licked and sucked the seed from Maglor's cockhead and shaft that was still there from Finarfin's cockfucking, and then he sucked Maglor's cock in earnest. The look of lust in his brother's eyes was almost Maglor's undoing. Finarfin knelt behind him and began to play with Maglor's nipples and kissed the back of his neck and shoulder.
"You like that, slut?" Finarfin asked Maglor.
"Hells, yes." Maglor shivered - few things felt better than having his cock sucked and his nipples pleasured at the same time.
"You're such a slut that you even let your own brother suck your cock. And he loves it, because he's also a slut."
Maglor groaned, trying not to come right away. He turned his face to rub his tongue against Finarfin's. Maedhros whimpered with his mouth full.
Maedhros sucked at Maglor like he was starving for it, and Finarfin kept playing with Maglor's nipples and kissing his neck, until Maglor was quivering, his breath ragged. Finarfin finally commanded them, "Stop."
Maglor reluctantly pulled back and Maedhros let out a little whimper. Finarfin laughed, tousled Maedhros's hair, and then he took the clamps off Maedhros's nipples. Maedhros yowled, and Maglor groaned at the sight of his brother's nipples hugely swollen, long and thick like little cocks, looking so inviting, so delicious. Finarfin growled, and his thumb rubbed one, then the other. Maedhros moaned and arched to him. Finarfin tugged both nipple rings and Maedhros cried out and bucked his hips.
Finarfin walked across the room, produced a riding crop from a discreet chest of toys, and came back with it. He brought the crop to Maedhros's lips to kiss, then he slapped Maedhros's left nipple with it. Maedhros cried out, and Maglor's cock jolted, knowing how it felt... both the sting and the surrender. Finarfin slapped Maedhros's right nipple with the crop and Maedhros cried out again.
Finarfin handed the crop to Maglor, and tugged on Maedhros's nipple rings before Maglor had a turn, the crop smacking Maedhros's right nipple then his left, Maglor's body thrilling to Maedhros's broken cries. Maglor passed the crop to Finarfin, and rubbed, pinched, and pulled on Maedhros's nipples, then Finarfin brought the crop down on Maedhros's left nipple, then his right. Maedhros writhed, whimpering.
"Please," Maedhros begged. Pre-spend flowed down his shaft and Maglor licked his lips at it, wanting to taste it. Maedhros's cock was so red and engorged, the veins standing out, that it looked angry. Maglor almost felt sorry for him, but he knew Maedhros loved it, and would love it even more when he came... that his orgasm would be all the more intense for the teasing. "Please, please fuck me..."
"Such a slut," Finarfin purred. "Aren't you?"
Maedhros nodded. "Yes."
"Say it."
"I'm a slut."
"What are you a slut for, Nelyafinwë?"
"Cock. I'm a slut for cock, I want cock, give me cock, please, I need cock, want to be your cockslut..."
Maglor's breath hitched and he fought the urge to stroke himself to climax. Something about hearing his brother beg like this, so wanton and shameless, brought out the raging beast in him... but he held back, letting Finarfin take the lead.
"You want both these cocks, don't you?" Finarfin asked, stroking himself slowly. Then he guided Maglor's hand to his own cock and Maglor began to stroke himself also, taking it slow, even as badly as he ached to come.
"Yes. Yes. Please, please give me your cocks, please, make me your cockslut, please, please..." Maedhros bit his lip and whimpered, his eyes feverish.
Finarfin turned to Maglor and kissed him, then he took Maglor's cock in his hand and Maglor took Finarfin's cock in hand and they stroked each other a little harder - not too fast, just enough to tease each other... and Maedhros, who whimpered again. "Keep telling us how slutty you are," Finarfin said, "and maybe we'll let you have our cocks."
"Yes, yes, please, oh fuck, please, fuck, I'm such a slut for cock, such a cock-hungry slut, I can't get enough of your big, beautiful cocks, want you to take me and fuck me, give me cock, please, I need cock, I need your cocks so badly, please, let me be a slut for cock..."
Maglor grunted, getting dangerously close to coming at his brother's filthy words. Finarfin let go of Maglor's cock and Maglor let Finarfin's cock slip from his hand, then Finarfin pulled Maglor on the leash, guiding him into position... at Maedhros's chest. Instead of fucking his hole or his mouth, Finarfin began to rub his cock against Maedhros's left nipple, and after a few strokes Maglor did the same, rubbing his cock back and forth over Maedhros's right nipple. Maedhros cried out and shuddered, and moaned, "Please..."
"You want our cocks to fuck you," Finarfin rasped, "that's exactly what we're doing, slut." Finarfin laughed and rubbed his cock on Maedhros's nipple harder and faster. When Maglor also began to rub his cock faster, Maedhros whined and writhed, begging "Please, please..."
Finarfin and Maglor leaned in to kiss each other as their cocks slid back and forth against Maedhros's hard, plump nipples. Soon Maedhros's nipples were glistening with pre-spend - watching their cocks drip onto Maedhros's nipples was one of the most erotic things Maglor had ever seen. They kept rubbing, fucking, until Maedhros couldn't make words anymore and Finarfin and Maglor were both breathless, shaking as the pleasure built to that edge and stayed there, both men trying to make it last, savoring the luscious debauchery of fucking Maedhros's nipples.
And then it happened. Maglor's body gave in, coming with a cry, cream pouring over Maedhros's right nipple. Watching Maglor climax set off Finarfin's own release, giving a deep, satisfied grunt as his cream flowed onto Maedhros's left nipple. Maedhros's eyes widened and he gave a shuddery sigh and Maglor felt seed splashing his lower back and ass cheeks, realizing Maedhros was coming untouched. Finarfin groaned and Maglor knew Finarfin could feel it too.
"You were naughty, coming without permission," Finarfin scolded. His fingers scooped up some seed flowing from his cock, and he shoved them in Maedhros's mouth. Maedhros sucked Finarfin's fingers with mischief in his eyes, bobbing his head up and down like he was sucking a cock. It didn't take long for Maglor and Finarfin to harden up again, feeding their seed to Maedhros, getting their fingers licked and sucked.
Finarfin untied Maedhros and led him over on the leash - Finarfin and Maglor were sitting face-to-face, hard cocks pressed together. After their cocks were oiled, Maedhros sank down, facing Maglor, who pulled him into a deep, fierce kiss once they were bottomed out.
Maedhros rode their cocks, kissing Maglor, as Finarfin licked, kissed, and bit Maedhros's neck and reached around to play with his nipples, rubbing and pinching them, pulling on the rings. The feel of Maedhros wrapped around both of them, so tight, the silk of his inner muscles rippling as cock rubbed cock inside him... Maglor was in ecstasy, losing himself in the lust for Maedhros's beautiful body flowing like a dancer as he rode, the heat in Finarfin's eyes... Finarfin playing with those delicious nipples... He needed to come again but more than that he needed to stay lost in this space, worshiping his brother's beauty, that feeling of intimacy and togetherness with each thrust.
Finarfin tugged on Maglor's leash, lowering Maglor down to Maedhros's nipples. Maglor lapped at the right nipple - he could still taste his seed - and then he sucked on it hard, making Maedhros groan. He swirled his tongue around and around it, then his tongue lashed it, harder, faster, and he suckled harder. He turned his head to the left nipple and his tongue fluttered, lips latched, then his tongue brushed around the nipple before rubbing it faster, sucking it harder, more insistently. He couldn't get enough of those nipples in his mouth, or Maedhros's cries, louder and louder, Maedhros bouncing madly on their cocks.
When Maglor bit Maedhros's right nipple, Maedhros came, shooting all over Maglor's chest and face. Being sprayed with his brother's cream sent Maglor over the edge with a fierce shout, then Finarfin came too. The feel of their cocks pulsing against each other, mingled cream flowing down their shafts, made Maglor's orgasm throb all the stronger. He and Maedhros kissed and rubbed their tongues together, then Maglor leaned over Maedhros's shoulder to kiss Finarfin, the two men sighing into the kiss, taking hands.
Taking Maedhros together with Finarfin like this - dominating him together - always made Maglor feel closer to Finarfin, understanding him better as he got to know parts of himself he didn't realize he had. And Maglor felt closer to Maedhros, also knowing what it was like to crave submission. Maglor held his loves, resting in that lovely place of knowing and being known, belonging somewhere after so long.
Spent, they curled up, a tangle of limbs, and soon Maglor was asleep, with a smile on his face.
Maglor was roused from sleep by urgent, furious pounding at Finarfin's bedchamber door. It was still nighttime.
Finarfin sat up with a start, and Maglor froze, heart beating faster, the pit of his stomach rising. He wondered if they'd been discovered and about to be taken to the Valar for punishment.
Maedhros sat up, blinking, and Finarfin glanced at him, then over at Maglor, trying to keep his expression neutral but Maglor could see the tension in Finarfin's body language. Finarfin spoke into Maglor's mind with ósanwe. You both take your clothes to the secret door, get changed there, and follow the passageways to your room. Both of you wait there until I tell you to, or come to you myself.
Maglor dragged Maedhros out to the closet, picking up their clothes on the way, and they got dressed as quickly as they could before they took the tunnel network to Maglor's bedchamber. They held each other - clinging together like small boys again, hearing one of their mother's tantrums.
Do you think we're in trouble? Maedhros spoke into his mind.
Maglor shrugged. I hope not. But he knew if they had been caught, they were in danger. Maglor wondered if Finarfin might escape with them to Middle-Earth.
After what felt like an eternity of holding his brother and replaying every worst-case scenario in his mind - including crossing the Helcaraxë with his brother, their sons, and Finarfin - at last Finarfin arrived, through the secret door in Maglor's room. That Finarfin was coming this way and not at the main door with a bunch of guards seemed to be a good sign, but Maglor didn't want to relax just yet.
"What's going on?" Maedhros asked.
Finarfin folded his arms, looked down, then looked up and winced a little - as if he came bearing difficult news and was trying to find his words. Maglor's stomach turned to ice, and his heart hammered in his ears.
Then Finarfin looked them in the eye. "There is news that Morgoth has been spotted in the north of the realm. That Nerdanel is harboring him at Formenos, and they are planning a coup."
Maglor's jaw dropped. Of all the scenarios he'd been expecting, trouble with his mother was the furthest from his mind - and especially not that kind of trouble. His mother helping Morgoth. His mother allied with Morgoth. Maglor felt like he was going to be sick.
"What." Maedhros's fist clenched. "She. Did. What."
Finarfin put up a hand. "I ride at dawn. I'm going to be away for awhile, dealing with this."
Maglor rose to his feet. "I'm coming with you." He felt the rage boiling - of all the wounds from his mother, this was the deepest. The horrific betrayal.
The sense that perhaps this alliance was not new. Perhaps they had always been allies. Perhaps Morgoth had arranged for Nerdanel to seduce Fëanor... Maglor's hand covered his mouth, feeling almost disloyal for his speculations, even though Nerdanel had been terrible to them. But it was one thing for her to simply be terrible, and... this... was another.
Maedhros also got up. "So am I. That filth has two of the Silmarils... our Oath -"
Finarfin put up both hands and shook his head. "No."
"What do you mean, no?" Maedhros looked ready to kill. "Ara, you know about our Oath. Don't get in our way -"
"You have sons that need you." Finarfin set his jaw and met Maedhros's fire with ice. "If your father was here, he would say the same thing. Your first and foremost duty is to your sons. And if Eru forbid, something happens to me, I want you to co-rule, two kings. I don't trust the realm in anyone else's hands."
"But our Oath." Maedhros shook his head. "By ordering us to stay, you are asking us to break the Oath. Do you not understand -"
"I will bear your Oath for you, then." Finarfin got down on one knee, bent his head, and put a hand on his heart. He spoke the dread words aloud:
Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean,
brood of Morgoth or bright Vala,
Elda or Maia or Aftercomer,
Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth,
neither law, nor love, nor league of swords,
dread nor danger, not Doom itself,
shall defend him from Fëanor, and Fëanor's kin,
whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh,
finding keepeth or afar casteth
a Silmaril. This swear we all:
death we will deal him ere Day's ending,
woe unto world's end! Our word hear thou,
Eru Allfather! To the everlasting
Darkness doom us if our deed faileth.
On the holy mountain hear in witness
and our vow remember, Manwë and Varda!
A chill went through Maglor and he reflexively took a step back. Maedhros's mouth opened and he made a little noise of terror and awe.
Finarfin got up, brushed himself off, and squared his shoulders. "Right. I'll be off, then."
"Wait." Maglor strode over to him and threw his arms around him - the thought that this might be the last time they ever saw each other, ever held each other, tore at him. He knew Finarfin was right and it was important that they be there for Elrond and Elros, but the thought of Finarfin going off alone still pierced him with grief - remembering Fingolfin's stand against Morgoth. "Don't die," Maglor choked out, holding Finarfin as tightly as he could. "Come back to us." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Come back to me, melmenya."
Finarfin kissed Maglor's brow. "I will return, vanimelda," he said softly, and took Maglor's hands in his, kissed them, and squeezed. Their eyes met. "I will win, for my weapon is rage at what was done to our family. I fight for all of those who have died... and I fight for those who live, those who I live for." Finarfin touched Maglor's face with such tenderness that Maglor let out a sob, and kissed Finarfin's hand before pulling Finarfin into a deep, passionate kiss.
Maedhros walked over and Finarfin hugged both of them. "Take care of each other," Finarfin said. "I'll be bringing a palantir to keep in touch as I can. There's one in the toy chest in my bedchamber, for your end."
He clapped them both on the shoulders and then they watched him leave through the secret door. Once Finarfin was gone, Maedhros and Maglor collapsed onto the bed together, weeping.
Maglor was still stunned that Finarfin had taken the Oath. It made him love Finarfin all the more, but it was terrifying as well - there was no option for failure. And that somehow frightened him more than the implications that Nerdanel had been in league with Morgoth for a long time... and what Morgoth was capable of, no doubt expecting Finarfin and laying a trap. The Oath had made Maglor and Maedhros do horrible things, and Maglor hoped that Finarfin's light would not turn to darkness.
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