The moment Finarfin came through the gates of Alqualondë, Maedhros and Maglor cast all dignity aside and ran to him. Finarfin came down from his horse into their waiting arms, laughing, and fondly tousled their hair.
Once again, Maglor cursed the Laws in his heart, wishing so much he could do more than just hug Finarfin... aching to kiss him like a lover.
Like a husband.
Their eyes held for a long moment and Maglor knew Finarfin was feeling it too. And though Finarfin's smile was bright, he looked a little too thin, and Maglor knew that Finarfin had been pushed to his limit and perhaps beyond over these weeks, months - however long it had been; winter was here, and the absence had made the days bleed together.
Maglor clasped Finarfin's hand. To an outside observer, it was simple affection between kin who had almost been lost, and found again. But the simple touch was so much more. It was the assurance that the worst was over now, Finarfin was home, safe, and he was welcome. Oh, how Maglor would welcome Finarfin later.
But it would, indeed, be later. Finarfin spent a long time in council, letting his court know what happened, and catching up on what had happened in the realm since the war began and he'd been away fighting. And then, at the feast, there were speeches - Maglor himself gave a performance in Finarfin's honor, playing and singing like he never had before, wanting Finarfin to feel the love in his song.
Finarfin was usually polite and reserved at mealtimes, eating small portions carefully, but tonight he indulged, and it made Maglor ache again, realizing Finarfin had been surviving on rations during the war, and stress had probably also made him unable to eat much.
And all throughout the feast, Finarfin kept meeting his eyes, and Maglor knew food wasn't all Finarfin was hungry for. Finarfin looked like he was going to eat Maglor alive.
Maglor couldn't wait.
After the homecoming feast, Finarfin took a long bath by himself - the first chance he'd gotten to bathe in weeks. He said he would send for Maglor and Maedhros by ósanwe when he was done, and Maglor and Maedhros waited together in Maglor's room. The waiting was agony, as much as Maglor had been missing and craving him, but he also understood Finarfin had gotten very little time to himself since the War of Wrath began, and he couldn't begrudge Finarfin his rest.
Even so, Maglor's erection raged in his breeches, and by the time Finarfin reached out to touch Maglor's mind and let him know he was ready, Maglor was almost salivating on himself.
When the brothers arrived in Finarfin's bedchamber, he was still in the bath. "Why don't you get undressed, take your collars off, and join me?" Finarfin asked.
As reluctant as Maglor was to take his collar off, he knew it was better not to wear it in the hot bath. Once Maglor and Maedhros were both naked, they made their way over to the bath, hard cocks bobbing with each step. Maglor gasped at the shock of the hot water - it was hotter than Maglor usually liked, but he understood Finarfin needed that right now. His body quickly adjusted, and then all lingering discomfort was forgotten the moment Finarfin reached out to them, pulling them towards him. He held them tight...
...and then Finarfin broke, shaking with silent tears that Maglor knew he had been holding back throughout the war.
Seeing Finarfin cry made Maglor cry as well. He kissed Finarfin's tears. "Ai, melmenya."
"You won," Maedhros said, his own eyes too bright. "Morgoth is no more. You have the Silmarils."
"And yet, I do not enjoy killing," Finarfin said. "I'm good at it - it's the real skill of the Noldor, and our family in particular. But it doesn't mean I like it. Every Orc was once one of us. Captured at some point in time, tortured and twisted until they became something other. But once they had loved ones, they had a life... they happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time to be taken and remade into..." He couldn't finish the sentence, sobbing.
Maglor's arms tightened around Finarfin, squeezing him. He had dealt death many times himself, and had spent his time in Beleriand grieving for what he'd done. This was different - Finarfin had nothing to be ashamed of, he had defended the realm from being taken over by Morgoth, with Nerdanel as his Queen - but Maglor understood that kind of guilt for taking life, nonetheless.
"You did what needed to be done," Maedhros said. He pressed a kiss to Finarfin's brow, and slid his nose down Finarfin's nose. He touched Finarfin's face and stroked his hair. "We would have all suffered far worse fates than those Orcs if you hadn't."
"I know," Finarfin said. "But it still pains me."
Finarfin's compassion made Maglor love him even more. Maglor pulled Finarfin back onto his shoulder, and Maedhros rubbed Finarfin's back, making soothing noises. Finarfin let it out, and when the tears became more silent, he picked his head up and looked at them. "I also struggle with the thought that Nerdanel might have been in league with Morgoth all along, that he might have put her up to seducing my brother to abuse him, drive him to madness..."
"I wondered that myself," Maglor said quietly. He hated that thought; he supposed they would never know now.
"I feel like I failed Fëanor by not seeing it -"
Maglor put a finger to Finarfin's lips. "You and Ñolo both didn't like her, it was always obvious even though you tried to be polite about it... you probably knew, here." Maglor put his hand on his heart. "Even if she had been... that way... all along, and you knew it and you'd warned him, do you think my father would have listened?"
Finarfin gave a wry chuckle. "No."
"And you didn't fail him," Maedhros added. "You. Have. The Silmarils. You fulfilled the Oath."
Maglor and Maedhros glanced at each other. Maglor knew what his brother was thinking - he wanted to ask to see them, but right now they needed to take care of Finarfin, after the ordeal of war. As much as the Silmarils had been their obsession since Fëanor's death, this needed to come first. The Silmarils could wait.
"And still, that came at great cost," Finarfin said. "When our own people were severely wounded and fell, they asked to be killed so Morgoth couldn't take them captive, couldn't torture them, couldn't turn them." Finarfin closed his eyes and shuddered, and fresh tears spilled down his cheeks. He opened his eyes, looking up - and away - and then he looked at them and wiped his eyes. "If I never see war again, it will be too soon."
"We will give you peace," Maglor said, taking Finarfin's hand in his. "At least for a little while."
Finarfin kissed Maglor's hand, then he pulled Maglor into a deep, passionate kiss. "I have missed you, vanimelda." He turned to Maedhros and kissed him as well. "And you." Finarfin rose from the bath. "Let us make up for lost time."
First, they spent time drying and brushing each other's hair - Maglor had missed playing with Finarfin's beautiful silver-gold hair. It was an act of love, each of them admiring each other's beauty, and the enjoyment of such beauty and the tender brush strokes and scalp rubs was sensual, building the desire and tension between them.
Such was their desire that the moment Finarfin rose from his seat, Maglor and Maedhros knelt before him and began to share his cock.
Maglor took the head of Finarfin's cock in his mouth, and Maedhros kissed, licked, and sucked Finarfin's balls. Finarfin put a hand on each of their heads, gently encouraging them. The happiness on his face as they pleasured him made Maglor melt - his uncle deserved this, and so much more.
Maglor and Maedhros sucked at him eagerly, and Finarfin threw his head back, breath coming out in shuddery gasps, moaning. Maglor's own cock was hard and aching, but he continued to focus on Finarfin's pleasure, sucking the head, rubbing his tongue, his hand sliding up and down the bottom of Finarfin's shaft while Maedhros sucked harder at the balls. Soon Finarfin was shaking, and Maglor's cock throbbed as he felt Finarfin's hand trembling in his hair; he could taste the salty pre-spend, and knew Finarfin was getting close.
Before he could come, Finarfin pulled up his nephews by the hair, kissed each of them in turn, then their three tongues rubbed together, teasing. Finarfin took each of them by the hand, and led them to the bed. When they reached the bed, Finarfin said, "Kneel."
Maglor and Maedhros did as they were told. But instead of Finarfin putting his cock in their faces, he went over to where they had placed their collars. He got their leashes and brought them over. Maglor lowered his head reverently and Finarfin clasped the collar around his neck, then he did the same for Maedhros. Then he clipped Maglor's leash through its matching collar, and Maedhros's.
"You were naughty boys while I was gone," Finarfin said. "You couldn't keep your hands off each other, could you?"
Maglor gave Finarfin a wicked little smile and then leaned in and kissed Maedhros, just to be a teasing brat. Maedhros played it further, kissing Maglor back open-mouthed, their tongues licking together. Maglor sucked on Maedhros's tongue, and Maedhros groaned.
Finarfin's breath hitched. "Naughty, naughty sluts."
"Are you going to punish us, or what?" Maedhros asked; Maglor chuckled.
"I'm too tired to give you a full beating in the dungeon, which is what you teasing sluts deserve, but that's why I keep some toys in here." Finarfin stepped aside and tugged on their leashes, pulling them forward. "Bend over the bed, arses out at me."
Maglor and Maedhros both bent themselves over the bed, sticking their asses up. Maglor's hole twitched, longing for what was about to happen, and Finarfin moaned - Maglor smiled to himself, knowing Finarfin had seen it. Finarfin tied Maglor's leash to one bedpost, and Maedhros's leash to another, then he walked over to his toy chest.
Finarfin came back with a paddle. He started with Maedhros first, going back and forth between his left and right ass cheeks, ten slaps total. Maedhros was panting by the time Finarfin was finished, and Maglor could smell how aroused Maedhros was. He himself was dripping pre-spend, balls almost painfully tight, body thrilling to the power in Finarfin's hands, craving to feel that power, made to submit. He got what he wished - the paddle smacked his left ass cheek and Maglor cried out, almost falling to his knees.
The paddle cracked down on Maglor's right ass cheek, the sting searing from his backside up his back and down through his thighs. Maglor's hole twitched again and his cock leapt, tension winding tighter, almost undone. Maglor whimpered as the paddle slapped his left ass cheek, and gasped as the paddle smacked his right ass cheek, flesh stinging, burning... hurting so good, offering his pain and submission like an act of worship, and being given ecstasy. As the paddle came down again Maglor found that sweet space of blissful surrender - it had been too long, and he almost wept with relief, missing this so much, putting himself in Finarfin's hands to be broken and put back together again.
The paddle smacked his ass again and again and at last Finarfin stopped, and Maglor caught his breath. His ass was exquisitely sore, and his balls felt heavy, his cock engorged. Finarfin was hard too, coming around to stroke himself a little. "You missed this cock, didn't you?" Finarfin asked, his voice husky.
Maglor nodded with a little whimper, and Maedhros nodded eagerly. "Yes, hántya," Maedhros said.
"Did you really? You two sluts were so busy giving each other cock that I don't know if I believe you spared any thought to mine." Finarfin continued stroking himself, and rubbed his thumb back and and forth over the slit, over the frenulum, with a moan that almost made Maglor come untouched. "I don't know if you want it badly enough."
"Please, please," Maglor and Maedhros begged in unison.
"Please, hántya," Maglor cried.
"Please, please give us your cock," Maedhros pleaded.
Finarfin groaned, still stroking himself - Maglor licked his lips at the pre-spend flowing down the shaft. "Maybe..."
"Please. Please. Please." Maglor felt like he was going to lose his mind, desperate, like he was in heat.
"Please," Maedhros whined. "Please, please, hántya, please..."
With an exaggerated sigh, Finarfin untied Maedhros's leash, had him get on the bed, and then he tied the leash to a bedpost again... and bound Maedhros's left arm, his stump hanging free. Then he tied Maglor's wrists in front of him, so he couldn't touch himself.
Finarfin oiled his cock and took Maedhros, with Maedhros's legs propped up on Finarfin's shoulders, while Maglor remained bent over the bed, wrists bound, helpless. Finarfin pounded Maedhros hard, the mattress creaking, bed rocking against the wall, balls slapping Maedhros's ass wildly. Finarfin grunted and growled and Maedhros writhed, whimpering. "More," Maedhros moaned. "More, hántya, more... more, please, more, more, I need your cock, give me cock, hántya, more..."
Finarfin made a deep, primal guttural noise as he seized Maedhros's hair with one hand, and grabbed Maedhros's collar with the other hand, hard enough to almost choke him. Maedhros howled and rocked his hips, matching Finarfin's rhythm. Maglor moaned softly, a shiver down his spine, once again almost coming untouched. It was one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen in his life.
Maedhros's broken cries rose above Finarfin's snarls, and Finarfin thrust into him as hard and fast as he could, sweat dripping down his body, flesh smacking together, bed slamming the wall. Maglor fought the urge to rub himself against the edge of the mattress, knowing Finarfin might well deny him, but the sight and sound of Finarfin fucking Maedhros was driving him mad with lust.
As Maedhros's cries got more urgent, Finarfin let go of his hair and began to stroke Maedhros's cock. It didn't take long for Maedhros to come, screaming as he splashed Finarfin's face and chest. Finarfin gave a few last sharp thrusts and then he shuddered, panting, and Maglor knew he was coming too. Maglor moaned again, holding back his own climax with all of his strength.
Finarfin and Maedhros rested together, kissing and nuzzling tenderly, then Finarfin untied Maedhros's wrist, while keeping him leashed to the bed. Finarfin glanced over at Maglor, smiled, and resumed kissing Maedhros until his cock rose again. Maglor whimpered, and Finarfin looked over once more. "Poor you. You want to come, pet?"
"Please," Maglor begged.
Finarfin sat up, untied Maglor's leash, and patted the space next to him on the bed. Maglor climbed on, and Finarfin tugged on the leash, pulling him so Maglor crawled over. Finarfin kissed him hard, and reached around to slap Maglor's ass.
Now Maedhros was made to watch as Finarfin had Maglor, making Maglor straddle him and ride him. Maglor worked for it, bouncing hard and fast, working his hips in circles... now and again squeezing his inner muscles to tease them both, which earned a smack on the ass. "You slut," Finarfin growled.
Maglor smiled.
Then Maglor's smile became a cry as Finarfin yanked Maglor's nipple piercings. Maglor's cock throbbed and he almost came. Finarfin moaned with appreciation and began to rub and pinch Maglor's sensitive nipples. When Finarfin tugged on the rings again Maglor once again almost came, and Finarfin spanked Maglor's ass again.
"Teasing slut. Now I'm going to fuck you and fuck you." Finarfin pulled on the leash.
Maglor rode feverishly, not able to get enough of Finarfin's cock inside him, so long and thick, rubbing that sweet spot inside him. As badly as he needed to come, he had missed this and wanted to make it last...
...and Finarfin showed no sign of letting him come anytime soon. Finarfin was keeping his promise to fuck Maglor as long as he could stand it, and Maglor wanted to be under his power as long as possible, craving the submission as much as the fuck. Every time Finarfin played with his nipple rings it reinforced that ownership, making it even more delicious.
But they couldn't hold out forever - Finarfin was too pent up, after so long with just his hand - and when Finarfin reached down to grip Maglor's cock, Maglor felt himself rush to that edge. "Hántya," he warned. "Hántya, I'm so close..."
Finarfin growled and tightened his grip on Maglor's cock, stroked him harder. "That's it. Come on this cock, slut, show me who you belong to."
Maglor came so hard it made him cry, the pleasure ringing and chiming like celestial music, bliss melting like liquid light. Maglor watched his seed spurt up Finarfin's sweat-glistening torso, and he sighed with happiness as he felt Finarfin spend inside him, the joy on Finarfin's face mirroring his own.
"I love you," Finarfin called out. "I love you, Kanafinwë. I love you. I love you."
"I love you," Maglor breathed, meaning it with all his heart - fresh tears spilling down his cheeks. He'd needed this, so badly - they both did - and it felt so right. So completely, utterly right.
Maglor leaned down to kiss him, and Finarfin wrapped his arms around him. Maedhros pet both of them, fondly tousling their hair. "You are so beautiful together," Maedhros said.
Finarfin kissed Maedhros, and then Maglor kissed his brother as well. The three took turns kissing, and soon affectionate little kisses turned more sensual, teasing. They shared a three-way kiss, tongues licking, and then Finarfin scooped up the cream from his chest and stuck his fingers in Maedhros's mouth, then collected some more on his fingers and Maglor sucked them clean.
"My boys," Finarfin said, pulling them close. They were all hard again. He kissed Maglor, then Maedhros, then the brothers kissed, then the three of them rubbed their tongues together again and Finarfin sighed. "Do you have it in you to go another round? I sure do."
Maglor and Maedhros nodded vehemently.
But before they could begin, there was a small knock at the bedchamber door - then another set of knocks, louder. Maglor froze and his heart beat faster. The last time there had been a knock like this, it had been war. Maglor knew that Morgoth was dead, and so was Nerdanel, but the pit of his stomach rose anyway, hoping there wasn't a new evil to take its place.
Or perhaps something more mundane. Maglor wondered if the wards were up to date, if they'd been heard... discovered. The thought that they might have been reunited just to be torn asunder because of the Laws...
Please, no. Maglor closed his eyes as if in prayer, even though he trusted neither the Valar nor Eru.
Finarfin untied Maglor and Maedhros's leashes, and they quickly gathered their clothes from the floor and hid in the wardrobe while Finarfin threw on a robe and answered the door.
"I am resting," Finarfin lied. "This had better be important."
"Your Grace, I apologize for the disturbance," the servant said. "Eönwë is here to see you."
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