"With this ring I bind you, I claim you, that no matter where you go, or for however long, you will return to me, for your heart is mine as my heart is yours, our love ties us together as surely as the circle is never broken."
Maglor and Finarfin clasped their hands together, each of them bearing a white gold band on their fourth finger.
"In the sight of the Valar and our people, I pronounce you wed," Eärwen said with a smile, and bowed her head. "So be it." She hugged them each in turn. "I'm so happy for you," she said to Finarfin. Then to Maglor she whispered, "Take good care of him." Maglor smiled and hugged her warmly - though Eärwen and Finarfin had not been in love, Eärwen preferred women and Finarfin preferred men, they were still friends who had kept each other's secret, and now of course it no longer had to be secret. Soon, Eärwen and Anairë would be wed.
But today, Maglor and Finarfin were married. It was a simple ceremony - like the ones their people used to have in Cuiviénen, if they had rituals to formalize their mating bonds at all - and in the tradition of those old days, Maglor and Finarfin both wore a flower crown on their heads, Finarfin wore white roses and Maglor wore red roses.
They wore nothing else, naked and unashamed. And now it was time for the final part of that simple, ancient ceremony... the public consummation. The children had gone home after the feast, before the ceremony began, and now the adults who remained would see two men mating in public for the first time since Finwë led the journey to the Blessed Realm.
Maglor and Finarfin were already hard for each other - they had been since they disrobed, seeing each other nude - and as they stepped closer to kiss, they began to rub their hard cocks together. Maglor almost came right then, his lust taken to a whole new feverish level in such a public performance, the realm watching them. He moaned as Finarfin kissed his neck, grinding against him more insistently. "I want you, husband," Finarfin rasped.
"I want you, my husband." Maglor kissed him again.
They continued kissing, cock sliding against cock, hands roaming over each other's bodies. They rubbed their tongues together, then Maglor sucked on Finarfin's tongue and Finarfin groaned, his cock pulsing against Maglor's. Maglor dropped on his knees before his uncle - his husband - and took Finarfin's cock in his mouth with everyone watching. But Finarfin was still the center of his attention. Their eyes locked as Maglor bobbed his head, sucking hard, working his tongue, greedy for it. The heat in Finarfin's eyes made Maglor stiffen even more, resisting the urge to stroke himself without permission. He slurped away as Finarfin groaned, shivering with pleasure.
Maglor played with Finarfin's balls, gently rubbing them, and when Finarfin's balls tightened, Finarfin pulled Maglor up by his hair into a deep, hungry kiss. They kissed some more, playing with each other's nipples, cock teasing cock, and then Finarfin slapped Maglor's ass. "Get on all fours," he commanded.
Maglor eagerly did as he was told, getting down on his hands and knees. He pushed his ass out at Finarfin and spread so Finarfin could get a good look at his hole, twitching with excitement. But of course, Finarfin didn't give in right away. He knelt down behind Maglor, and then he leaned over and began to lick circles around Maglor's opening. Maglor moaned, a frisson down his spine, nipples and cock aching. When Finarfin's tongue pushed inside Maglor cried out, and then he sighed with pleasure as Finarfin's tongue worked its magic, lashing away.
Finarfin had eaten him countless times, but there was something especially pleasurable about Finarfin tonguing his hole like this in front of so many people. Maglor rolled his hips, gently fucking himself on his husband's tongue, savoring the feel of Finarfin's tongue fucking him... the thrill of being eaten in public. By the time Finarfin stopped and poured oil down the crack of Maglor's ass, letting it drip into the hole, Maglor was panting for it, feeling like he was in heat.
Maglor whimpered as the tip of Finarfin's cock pressed against his opening. "Yes," he urged. "Yes, fuck me, please, yes..."
And like that, Finarfin was inside him, before their people. Claiming him. Taking him. Showing the world who he belonged to. Finarfin smacked Maglor's ass, just to reinforce that sense of ownership. Maglor smiled to himself, then he let out a fierce cry as Finarfin's hips slapped against his, Finarfin pounding hard and fast.
Finarfin took hold of Maglor's hair as he slammed away. Maglor rocked his hips back at Finarfin, matching his rhythm, not able to get enough of Finarfin's long, thick cock rubbing that sweet spot inside him... the primal thrill of rutting. Finarfin fucked Maglor harder and harder, until both of them were gasping for breath between broken cries, the lewd slap of their flesh almost as loud as their voices. Finarfin reached around to stroke Maglor's cock, and Maglor bit his lip, trying to fight back his release as the pleasure and tension built on his cock and inside him, more and more delicious.
At last Finarfin rasped, "Come for me, husband."
"Yes, husband, yes," Maglor cried out, spilling over Finarfin's hand.
Two thrusts later Finarfin called out, "Káno," and tears of joy came to Maglor's eyes, the ecstasy of his climax intensified by Finarfin calling his name, letting the world hear his love. Maglor sighed with contentment as he felt Finarfin spend inside him.
It was the most satisfying applause Maglor had ever received for a performance. He blew a kiss to the audience, and Finarfin laughed as he rubbed Maglor's ass and gave it a playful slap. "Good boy," Finarfin whispered.
Finarfin had a small retreat in the coastal forest, farther north. There were chairs on the deck - not that Finarfin entertained guests often out here - and Maglor and Finarfin arrived at the retreat in the golden hour before sunset, and sat on the deck drinking wine to watch their first sunset as a married couple.
In just over a week, their kin would be re-embodied and re-entering life here in Aman. Finarfin had promised to keep Fëanor in his custody, just as Maglor had been in his custody when he was brought back from Middle-Earth. Finarfin had assured Maglor that even if his relationship with Fëanor and Fingolfin resumed, there was still a place for him, and Maedhros both; Maglor was now Finarfin's consort. Indeed, Finarfin wanted all of them... and Maglor did too. But he knew it might not be that easy, considering the events leading up to Fëanor's death, the pain his fëa carried. They had their work cut out for them.
For now, it was time to just be, and enjoy each other.
It was a beautiful sunset tonight, orange and red and violet. And Maglor thought Finarfin looked beautiful in the sunset, the colors glinting in his hair. Finarfin, in turn, admired Maglor, petting him. "My lovely boy," Finarfin said softly.
They kissed. One kiss became another, and another. When they kissed open-mouthed, tongues licking, teasing, Maglor was hard again even though he'd had a powerful release at the wedding rite... and Finarfin was hard too, guiding Maglor's hand to his breeches.
They quickly undressed, letting their clothes spill to the deck. Finarfin moved over to another chair and pulled Maglor onto his lap, their backs to the ocean - their reflection in the glass doors of the house, so they could watch themselves and the sunset at the same time. Maglor smiled into the reflection, then moaned as Finarfin turned Maglor's head so they could kiss. As they kissed, Maglor sank down on Finarfin's cock, open and slick from their earlier fuck. Finarfin gave a deep, satisfied grunt as he buried himself to the hilt.
Maglor rode frenziedly, passion burning like the sky. Finarfin's cock hit that sweet spot again and again, and Maglor savored every touch as Finarfin's hands slid over him, exploring, caressing, knowing where Maglor was sensitive. Maglor moaned as Finarfin played with his pierced nipples and kissed his neck. "My good boy," Finarfin whispered. He licked down Maglor's neck, and back up. "My good, sweet boy. My husband."
"I love you, husband," Maglor breathed, riding harder, bouncing madly.
They fucked and fucked, lost in sensation and lust... lost in the beautiful picture of their bodies together as the sunset shifted color. Maglor never wanted to stop riding him, needing to be joined with Finarfin this way, feeling him, the rhythm of their bodies like a song of love. But the pleasure was too good, and when Finarfin reached around to stroke Maglor's cock and play with his balls, Finarfin's other hand stroking Maglor's thigh, Maglor bit his lip and gave an urgent whine. "Getting close," he rasped.
Finarfin grunted and worked Maglor's cock harder, faster. "Come, husband. Come for me."
Maglor's cries echoed over the sea as he climaxed, seed spraying the glass with their reflection. Finarfin came too, breath in shuddery gasps as he trembled, his seed shooting into Maglor's pulsing hole again and again. "Good boy," Finarfin whispered. "Good boy. That's my good slut."
Maglor grinned and turned his face to kiss Finarfin. "I love you so much."
"I love you." Finarfin kissed him back.
They made love all night long, insatiable for each other. Finarfin put Maglor on the leash and had Maglor fuck him, laying on his back, legs on Maglor's shoulders. Then Maglor ate his seed out of Finarfin's hole and got down on all fours to be fucked as hard as he'd given it, and Finarfin took him many times that way, with Maglor begging for more, each orgasm more delicious than the last.
Maglor lost count of how many times Finarfin fucked him, but as the twilight before dawn approached and he wanted to go again, Finarfin laughed and said, "I need a rest, vanimelda."
Maglor whined, though he didn't want Finarfin to feel forced.
Finarfin chuckled again, gave him a little kiss, and then he said, "I know what would help me recharge."
Finarfin tied Maglor's wrists to the bedposts. Then he spent a long time pleasuring every inch of Maglor's body, from his shoulders down to his sensitive pierced nipples, back and forth across his stomach, down one thigh and up the other. Finarfin kissed here, licked there, his fingers walked and brushed, up and down, all over, making several rounds of his body. Maglor was moaning, writhing, and Finarfin was hard again.
"Please, have mercy," Maglor begged. "Fuck me again, husband."
"Close your eyes," Finarfin told him.
Maglor did as he was told.
When he was made to open them, there was a dagger at his throat, his wrists still bound. Finarfin bit Maglor's lower lip and then he licked down Maglor's neck. "That's right. You trust me with your life."
"Yes," Maglor breathed. His cock pulsed at that - the feeling of vulnerability, trust and surrender was intoxicating.
"That's my good boy." The tip of the knife dragged down Maglor's throat, down to his heart, just enough to scratch. Finarfin's tongue followed the blade, and Maglor shivered, cock pulsing again. "Such a good boy, putting your life in my hands, knowing I will never, ever hurt you." Finarfin traced the knife around and around Maglor's left nipple, in circles, then poked the nipple with it, working the tip of the blade up and down. Maglor gasped and shivered at the bite of the blade. Finarfin pulled the knife back and his lips latched around the nipple, sucking hard, as the knife circled the other nipple, pressed hard, moving it up and down. Finarfin suckled the right nipple, the knife playing with the left again. Back and forth he went, knife at one nipple, Finarfin's mouth at the other, until Maglor was a sobbing wreck, his cock completely slick with pre-spend.
Then Finarfin pressed the blade against Maglor's heart. "I could kill you, but you know I won't. Because I love you." The knife made a small cut, and blood trickled down Maglor's chest. "Flesh of my flesh." His tongue licked at the flowing blood, then he rubbed his tongue against Maglor's, who licked Finarfin's tongue with passion, cock throbbing again, going out of his mind with lust. Maglor watched as Finarfin took the knife to his own chest, made a small cut, and then he moved in closer, leaning over Maglor. "Blood of my blood."
Maglor licked Finarfin's blood from his chest tenderly, reverently. Finarfin claimed Maglor's mouth in a deep, fierce kiss, then their tongues licked and teased again. The knife was back at Maglor's throat as Finarfin bent Maglor's knees and his cock pushed inside, slowly. When Finarfin was all the way inside him, they kissed again.
Finarfin fucked him in a slow, sensuous rhythm, the knife at Maglor's throat, the two of them kissing again and again. Finarfin kissed and licked down Maglor's neck, nibbled - even his breath was like a caress. "My good boy," Finarfin purred. "My good, sweet boy."
"I love you," Maglor said, looking into Finarfin's eyes, his own eyes misting with love.
"I love you, vanimelda." Finarfin kissed him passionately. He nipped at Maglor's neck with a growl.
Every now and again the blade dragged down to make another small cut over Maglor's heart, then Finarfin's own. Finarfin licked at Maglor's blood and leaned up for Maglor to taste his blood. They kissed like they were starving for each other, and when Maglor bit Finarfin's lip to taste more of his blood, Finarfin finally let him have it, giving Maglor another hard fuck, Maglor's legs on his shoulders, bed slamming against the wall as Finarfin's balls smacked Maglor's ass. Maglor begged "more, Ara, more," until he couldn't make words anymore, only animal grunts, Finarfin growling and snarling back at him.
Finarfin stroked Maglor's cock with one hand, the blade at the slit with the other. It didn't take long for Maglor to come like that, his seed coating the blade and splashing Finarfin's chest and face as he cried out. Finarfin came too, making a deep guttural noise as he spent deep inside his husband.
Finarfin untied him and they held each other, watching the soft blue-pink-gold dawn over the waves. "Good morning," Finarfin said with a smile, raining little kisses over Maglor's face.
Maglor smiled and rubbed noses with him. "It's the first full day of our married lives."
"Yes. Let's spend it in bed, making love some more." Finarfin gave a chuckle. "After we get some sleep."
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