It had been close to a week since Finarfin rode north to lay siege to Formenos, where Morgoth had been sighted in the company of Nerdanel - confirmed by the sole surviving guard Finarfin had sent to escort Nerdanel during her escort; Morgoth and Nerdanel had slain the rest. Though Finarfin checked in twice a day by palantir, Maglor and Maedhros were still worried for him. Indeed, even though life here in Alqualondë was far less dangerous and stressful than it had been in Beleriand, it seemed to Maglor that he was doing worse than he had been in Middle-Earth. In Middle-Earth, he had been brought down low, reduced to trying to stay alive in the wilderness of Beleriand, with little else left to lose. Now he'd found peace and safety and happiness - the happiest he'd been since he was an ellon - and he knew it could all be lost so easily...
...especially with Finarfin having taken the Oath. There was too much that could go wrong. Maglor almost wished Finarfin had not, yet he understood Finarfin was who and what he was - he had a strong sense of justice, and this was Finarfin's way of trying to correct what he perceived as a mistake when he followed Fëanor's order to go back to Aman... how things could have been different if he'd stayed at his brothers' side.
But the possibility of losing Finarfin hurt - just his absence for a week was like losing a limb, or a part of his own fëa. Maglor was eating less and sleeping more. He had not composed a single song since Finarfin left. He barely had motivation to practice the harp. Maedhros himself was trying to keep up appearances and not worry the boys too much - who were themselves worried about their grand-uncle - but Maglor knew his brother well and knew the possibility of losing Finarfin, after he'd lost Fingon and Fingolfin, was eating him up inside as well.
The worst was in the evening after mealtime and before the nightly checking in - the intense panic that there would be no response from Finarfin. Sometimes Finarfin was late, as battle did not run on a neat and tidy schedule and he would be occupied with the siege... but eventually he would respond. The longer it took for him to appear in the palantir, however, the worse the anxiety. And tonight was the worst of all, waiting and waiting and waiting for hours after the appointed time... and this after almost a week of war. Maglor feared they had lost; Fingolfin's battle against Morgoth had been a mere few hours. Finarfin had an army, but Morgoth was a dark god, after all.
Finally Finarfin appeared in the surface of the palantir and Maglor heard himself sob with relief. Finarfin touched the glass and Maglor put his hand on the glass before him - it wasn't the same as touching Finarfin in the flesh, but he could feel Finarfin's presence, like a stronger version of ósanwe.
Maedhros also came over and put his hand atop Maglor's. "Ara."
"My good boys," Finarfin said softly, with a fond smile that melted Maglor's heart. Finarfin looked so tired, but his smile was still sweet. "I apologize for taking so long."
"I'm glad you're not dead." Maglor fell apart then - just speaking the word "dead" broke him, after all the death that had come before.
"No." Finarfin's own eyes misted. "We fight on. It's not easy, but I didn't expect it to be. Even so, we have them contained here, for now - we will not let them get past us to Valinor or Alqualondë. And they can't hold Formenos forever. Winter is coming."
"But it will be harsher for you as well," Maedhros said. "Are you quite sure that you don't want us -"
Finarfin took his hand off the palantir and held it up. "I meant what I said. Look after Elrond and Elros. Even if more of our people fall... I would not send for you unless it was our last hope. The boys need you more than my host does... even if I miss you both terribly."
"I miss you too, melmenya," Maglor choked out, trying to pull himself together and failing. "So much."
"I know, vanimelda." Finarfin blinked back tears. "And I miss you. But I will return to you."
Maglor wasn't so sure of that, but he kept that fear to himself.
Or he tried to. The fear that Morgoth and his forces would overpower them and this could indeed be the last time he spoke with Finarfin, tore at Maglor once again and he wept afresh. Finarfin's own tears brimmed over.
"Ai, Kanafinwë, it breaks my heart to see you cry," Finarfin husked.
Maedhros put his arm around Maglor and began to rock him. "Káno, we should try to boost our uncle's morale." He turned Maglor's face to his and kissed his tears tenderly - then gave Maglor a kiss on the lips that quickly turned sensual, their lips parting, tongues in each other's mouths... seeking, enticing. Maedhros looked back at the palantir and smiled. "Would you like to see what you've been missing? What you'll come back to?"
Maglor knew what Maedhros meant, and his cock rose in response. "I do love to give a performance," Maglor quipped.
Maglor kissed Maedhros back with all the fire of his being - wanting to make this good for Finarfin, not just for them. Maglor and Maedhros undressed each other, clothes spilling to the floor, and Finarfin got out his hard cock, stroking them slowly as he watched them kissing, caressing, hard cock rubbing hard cock.
Maglor sat before the palantir and Maedhros knelt before him, turning slightly to the side so Finarfin could see what he was doing. Finarfin continued stroking himself slowly, lust in his eyes as he watched Maedhros swallow Maglor's cock inch by inch. Maglor groaned as Maedhros took him deep in his throat, and cried out when Maedhros got to work, showing once again what a cock-hungry slut he was as his head bobbed up and down, cock gliding in and out of his mouth. Finarfin moaned.
Maedhros pulled Maglor's cock out of his mouth and licked at the pre-spend dripping from his head, slowly and deliberately. "You like that, hántya?" he purred.
"Hells, yes," Finarfin breathed. "I love watching my slutty boys."
Maglor's cock pulsed at that and then he grabbed Maedhros by the hair and shoved his cock back in Maedhros's mouth. Maedhros resumed sucking hard and fast, getting as much of it in his mouth as he could, making deliciously filthy slurping sounds. Maglor's moans got louder and so did Finarfin's, but Finarfin kept his stroking slow - Maglor could sense across their bond that Finarfin wanted to savor the performance and not come right away.
Maedhros licked up and down Maglor's cock, slow then fast then slow again, teasing him. Maedhros's tongue swirled around and around the head, and over the sensitive slit. His tongue slid down the shaft again and back up, long, slow, deliberate brushes, then faster ones, lapping. Maglor growled and seized Maedhros's hair again. But this time Maedhros sucked on just the head, and it felt so good that Maglor didn't push his cock in deeper. Maedhros's luscious lips and tongue worked their magic, and as Maglor got closer, Maedhros rubbed his stump against the bottom of the shaft and Maglor's balls. That drove Maglor wild, trying to hold back just a little longer, needing to keep feeling that sweet mouth, but when Maedhros suctioned harder Maglor was undone, coming with a cry as he filled his brother's mouth.
Finarfin groaned, stroking himself a little faster as he watched cream seep from the corners of Maedhros's mouth down his throat. Maedhros came up to kiss Maglor with a mouthful of seed and it grew between them, sloppy, coating Maglor's chin as well. Maedhros and Maglor licked their tongues together, making streamers of pre-spend, and Finarfin groaned again, stroking faster still.
Finarfin slowed down, his breath ragged. Maglor smiled and licked his lips, tasting himself. "You sluts," Finarfin breathed, giving an appreciative laugh.
Maedhros looked down at his own hard cock, and Maglor did too. His breath hitched - his brother really had a gorgeous cock, long and thick, prominent veins, glistening with pre-spend. Maglor wanted to devour him.
They traded places, with Maglor kneeling before Maedhros, turned to the side so Finarfin could watch - and he could keep an eye on Finarfin, drinking in the sight of his beautiful uncle pleasuring himself... the man he loved, still alive. Needing to preserve every precious moment.
Maglor sucked Maedhros hungrily, hard and fast, and Maedhros and Finarfin groaned in unison; Finarfin's cock was leaking so much pre-spend that it made a wet rattling sound in his hand, which added to Maglor's arousal, hardening his cock up again. Maglor sucked Maedhros with the promise of what that same mouth could do to Finarfin upon his return, suctioning, slurping, until Maedhros was trembling, breath coming out in shuddery gasps.
Then Maglor couldn't resist teasing his brother, licking his cock slowly as Maedhros had done to him, ever so slowly. Maedhros whimpered and gasped, and Maglor smiled to himself as he kept licking, tracing the veins lovingly, then his tongue lashed the sensitive frenulum, the slit.
He sucked at the head slowly, playing with Maedhros's balls, and when those balls felt tight and heavy, Maglor sucked harder, working his tongue, kissing it. It didn't take long for Maedhros to come in Maglor's mouth. Maglor swallowed some of it, greedy for his brother's taste, then kissed Maedhros with a mouthful of seed as Maedhros had done to him. Finarfin moaned as he watched the brothers kiss and rub their tongues together, making a mess of seed down their chins and throats.
"You slutty, slutty boys," Finarfin rasped.
"I'm hard again," Maglor said, taking his cock in hand. "Sucking cock gets me so aroused. Especially when it's Nelya's beautiful, delicious cock."
"Let's suck each other," Maedhros said.
They spent a few moments kissing until Maedhros was hard again, then they got on the bed and into position, heads between each other's legs. Maglor and Maedhros sucked each other's cocks, starving for it, moaning with their mouths full. Every now and again Maglor stole a glance at the palantir and his cock throbbed at the sight of Finarfin furiously stroking himself, moaning. It made Maglor even hungrier for his brother's cock, and soon they were fucking each other's mouths, giving muffled whimpers around each other's cocks.
Finarfin slowed down again before he could climax, and Maglor decided to tease his uncle even more. His tongue circled the rim of Maedhros's opening, making Maedhros moan louder around his cock, and after a few rounds his tongue dipped inside. Maglor played with Maedhros's cock as his tongue lashed inside him and Maedhros gave little broken cries with his mouthful, then groaned into Maglor's passage as he did the same to Maglor, tongue fucking away. Maglor and Maedhros ate each other, tongues teasing that sweet spot inside, until they were both on that edge, quivering. Then Maglor took Maedhros's cock back in his mouth and his fingers worked in and out, rubbing that spot, massaging, as he sucked eagerly. Maedhros went back to sucking Maglor and also fingered him, and Maglor groaned around Maedhros's cock, loving the feel of his cock and hole being pleasured at the same time.
They sucked each other's cocks and finger-fucked each other, trying to hold back and keep building the pleasure, until Maglor couldn't take it anymore and came in Maedhros's mouth. Maedhros moaned with gratification at the taste of his brother and then Maglor was rewarded with Maedhros's delectable cream, groaning as the throbbing intensified, deeper waves of relief and bliss.
They sat up and kissed, and then Maedhros said, "You came first, that means I get to top you."
"Now, now, I'm still in charge." Maglor poked Maedhros's nose. "It would be more fun if we took turns fucking each other."
And that was what they did. Maglor lay on his back with his legs on Maedhros's shoulders and Maedhros went wild, balls slapping as his cock pumped in and out fast and furious. Maglor stroked himself, moaning - feeling Maedhros's cock rubbing inside him while he worked his own cock was so good, and knowing Finarfin was watching them, lusting for them, so hard for them, made it even better.
After a few dozen strokes, Maedhros got on all fours and Maglor took him from behind, grabbing a handful of Maedhros's hair and pulling. Finarfin stroked himself madly, groaning, in time with Maglor's thrusts. "Fuck him hard," Finarfin commanded.
"Is that the best you can do?" Maedhros taunted, rocking his hips back at Maglor.
Maglor growled, slapped Maedhros's ass and slammed into his brother harder, faster.
Then Maglor rode Maedhros's cock, the two brothers playing with each other's pierced nipples as Maglor bounced away, working his hips in circles, squeezing his inner muscles, teasing them both. Before they could come like that, Maglor climbed down and shoved his cock inside Maedhros, hooking a leg over his shoulder, fucking slowly at first to keep teasing, then harder.
"Faster," Maedhros snarled. "Fuck me hard."
Maglor did as he was told - but also reached down to grab Maedhros's throat, not enough to choke, just enough to reinforce dominance; Maedhros might be older, but he belonged to Maglor now. Maglor's free hand pinned Maedhros's wrist so he couldn't stroke himself. "Is that better, fuckslut?" Maglor asked.
"More," Maedhros begged. "Oh fuck, more, give me more..."
"I'll give you more, you slut. I'll fuck you until you can't walk... and you'll still beg for more like a bitch in heat, like the slut you are -"
Maedhros moaned and rocked his hips, matching Maglor's rhythm, fucking himself. "More, more! More, brother, more... more, give me more, more..."
"Slut." Maglor growled again, fucking as hard and fast as he could, giving it his all, sweat dripping down his body. "Made to be taken and fucked like this. That arse is mine. And then when Ara gets back I'll whore you out to him, then we'll fuck that hole together, just the way that slutty hole likes it -"
Maedhros came without touching himself, screaming as his seed splashed up his chest. Maglor came too, gasping, not able to help it at the sight of his brother climaxing, and then Finarfin let out a fierce cry and Maglor watched as seed sprayed the glass. That made Maglor come harder, grunting with primal satisfaction as he filled his brother's passage with more seed, marking and claiming him.
They caught their breath, and then Finarfin laughed and cleaned himself before he pulled his breeches up. "I needed that," he said.
"We did too." Maglor kissed Maedhros, and then he blew a kiss at the palantir. "And we need you." Maglor's voice grew husky with emotion. "Come back to us, hántya. Fuck us good."
"I will," Finarfin said. "You sluts deserve it, teasing me with what I can't have right now."
"The longer you're out there, the more you're going to get teased," Maglor told him - trying to grasp for levity, like his father once did. "It won't be Morgoth who kills you, it'll be your cock exploding with frustration."
Finarfin threw his head back and laughed. "Just for that you're getting extra spankings when I return, Kanafinwë."
Maglor smiled even though his heart was crying, wanting that so very much... afraid to hope.
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