It was time to put on another show for Finarfin.
Maglor moaned at the sight of Finarfin's cock freed from breeches and smallclothes - already Finarfin was rock-hard for them, pre-spend flowing down his shaft. Maglor licked his lips reflexively, aching to taste. It had been weeks, far too long, and the war was still raging. Though Finarfin had lost weight and had a perpetually tired look on his face, he was still the most beautiful man in the world to Maglor - next to his own brother - and the distance between them had only heated Maglor's desire, not able to stop thinking about him...
...wanting him. Craving him.
This would have to do for now, and Maglor wanted to make it count. He and Maedhros undressed each other, kissing, and when they were both nude they began to rub their hard cocks together as they licked their tongues together. Finarfin groaned appreciatively.
Then Maglor led Maedhros closer to the palantir, with wicked smiles on their faces. They'd been planning this all day. "We sparred earlier and it made us both so hot for each other," Maglor told Finarfin. "I fucked Nelya twice before mealtime."
With that, Maedhros turned around and spread his hole, so Finarfin could get a good look at how open it was - still full of Maglor's seed. Maedhros's hole twitched, and Finarfin moaned softly.
Maedhros bent over, and Maglor knelt before his brother's firm, round, plump ass, and turned slightly to the side so Finarfin could get a good view of his tongue working to lap up the cream from Maedhros's gaping hole. Maedhros cried out as Maglor's tongue began to lash, and Maglor moaned as he tasted himself. Finarfin moaned too.
"You sluts," Finarfin laughed. "Oh, such naughty boys."
Maglor glanced over at the palantir and smiled again, then ate at his brother more insistently, making Maedhros whimper. Maglor thrilled to the sound of Finarfin moaning as he stroked himself, watching Maglor's tongue lash at Maedhros's hole, making a wet, sloppy mess of his seed. Maglor stroked himself too, remembering what it had been like to be inside Maedhros earlier that day, the way Maedhros had ridden him hard and fast, then Maglor had taken Maedhros from behind, pulling Maedhros's hair as Maedhros rocked his hips violently, begging for more...
Maedhros's moans got louder and so did Finarfin's. Maglor gripped himself tighter, more and more aroused by the hole twitching around his tongue, the debauchery of eating his own seed out of his brother and making such a mess with it... and knowing how wild this was making Finarfin, how they would be in for quite a punishment for teasing when Finarfin returned.
He had to return. Maglor ate Maedhros's hole like Finarfin's life depended on it, shaking his head furiously, devouring him. Maglor was so close to coming but made himself hold back, and then he could sense Maedhros getting closer, trembling, panting...
"Káno," Maedhros moaned. "Let me tongue you too so we can get that hole open for our toy."
They lay with their heads between each other's legs, tonguing each other's holes while Finarfin continued to stroke himself, breath ragged. "You sluts," Finarfin rasped. "Such naughty, slutty boys."
"We've been fucking each other so much but it's not the same as your cock," Maglor said, not able to resist teasing Finarfin some more. "We can't wait for you to come back and give us that beautiful cock of yours, fuck us hard over and over again..."
Finarfin growled, and Maglor grinned and got back to work, lapping at Maedhros's passage.
Maedhros's talented tongue got Maglor more and more excited, until he was bucking his hips, fucking himself on his brother's tongue - Maedhros doing the same - both of them in heat to be fucked. There was a war out there, the lingering shadow of death - or horrors worse than, with what Morgoth was capable of - but all of that felt far away, nothing else mattered but hot, raw sex. Tempting and teasing Finarfin, giving him their love through their lust.
When they were ready, Maglor and Maedhros sucked on each end of the double-headed glass cock, slow, languid sucking, a promise of what Finarfin would return to when he won. Then Maedhros got on all fours and Maglor shoved one end of the toy inside him, both of them moaning as Maedhros's hole swallowed down the toy inch by inch. Maglor turned around, got on all fours, and backed up until the tip of the other end of the toy was at his entrance. He kept moving back, taking the toy inside himself. Maglor and Maedhros moaned together as they were joined through the toy, ass to ass, hole twitching against hole.
They began to work their hips, ass slapping ass, balls slapping balls, as the glass cock slid in and out of them. "I wish this was your cock, hántya," Maglor called out, and Finarfin growled in response.
Though Maglor and Maedhros were teasing Finarfin, he was still the one in charge, and once again he established his dominance over them, commanding them. "Harder. Faster."
Maglor bucked madly, and Maedhros matched his rhythm, their asses smacking louder. The rubbing inside Maglor felt so good - and thinking about Finarfin's cock inside him, and watching him take Maedhros, drove Maglor even wilder with lust. But he held back his own release, to come when Finarfin told him... to make it last, to stay lost in this place where nothing else existed but passion and pleasure.
"Harder. Show me how badly you want it, you sluts," Finarfin snarled.
Maglor whimpered and rocked his hips as hard and fast as he could, and so did Maedhros. They fucked the glass cock feverishly, panting for it, not able to get enough. "Ai, hántya, need your cock," Maglor moaned.
"I can't wait to fuck those slutty holes." Finarfin's voice was breathy and shaking. "Take that cock like it's my cock. Show me how hard you're going to let me fuck you when I return."
Maglor and Maedhros fucked the glass cock frenziedly - Maglor was right there but held back, kept holding back, just a little more, wanting to be good -
"Come on that cock," Finarfin ordered. "Both of you. Show me what cock-hungry sluts you are and come. Now."
Maglor and Maedhros came together, screaming with pleasure. Maglor's hands-free orgasms were his best ones, the throbbing inside him so intense, radiating through his entire body. He gasped, shivering as the contractions pulsed on and on, waves of relief and bliss. "Ai, hántya," Maglor cried out.
Finarfin came then, grunting, splashing his palantir with seed - Maglor and Maedhros laughed with delight as they watched spots of seed under the glass. Then Maglor sighed, contracting and spilling again at the delicious sight of Finarfin in the throes of climax, his lovely face lit up in ecstasy as cream flowed down his cock.
"I wish I could taste it," Maglor purred.
Finarfin groaned. "Me too."
"Soon," Maedhros said, looking Finarfin in the eye. "You have much to live for, and so do we."
That went right to Maglor's heart, knowing Maedhros had come close to taking his own life - and they had brought him back from the edge. Now Finarfin's life hung in the balance, at war with Morgoth and his forces at Formenos. Maglor hoped these little visits through the palantir would help keep Finarfin from sinking into despair, would remind him of what he was fighting for, what he would come back to.
Maglor and Maedhros reached out to touch their palantir, and Finarfin touched his. It wasn't the same as touching him in the flesh - oh, how Maglor ached for that, the ache sharper every day - but it was all they had, and they lingered. A precious moment of peace.
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