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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
974
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Fingon/Maedhros
A/N: Drabble drabble drabble. This is what happens when you finish reading the Silmarillion, your mind wanders and you have three hours before a 6 pm class begins. And unfortunately I cannot blame this on a plot bunny or my muse; Maedy dear was asleep when this little piece hit me.
Anyways, it switches POV briefly as indicated by the ~~~. Hope you all enjoy!
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“ sto stop if you stop.”
“….”
“Well?”
“I decided…”
“Yes?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.” And thus the conversation was silenced with a single kiss.
It was forbidden, what they were about to do. They knew this and yet they couldn’t help themselves. ‘Love knows no bounds,’ wasn’t that what they had been taught all their lives? True, their families would never approve. But if they interfered with this liaison, then everything the pair of them had been taught would be naught, and their families would be hypocrites. Still, they had their reasons for keeping silent as to what went on between them.
The kiss they shared was slow, sensual but more passionate than any other they had shared in the past. Hands were not long idle, exploring the firm muscles of the other’s body through the clothing they each wore. It began to rain lightly, but neither of the lovers seemed to notice--much less care. They were alone, far from prying eyes and thus able to indulge in their fantasies they would otherwise be chastised for.
“How do you want this?” came the husky whisper. A soft moan answered, followed shortly by a quiet voice.
“Take me.”
Gray-blue eyes blinked, astonished by the request. “But…”
“Please. Have me.”
He couldn’t ignore the whispered plea and the storm gray eyes that stared up at him. “As you wish,” was the reply before he plundered that sweet mouth again. His hands frantically worked at the silk green robes his lover wore, somehow managing to discard them without ripping a single seam in his frenzy. Trembling hands made to undo his own garments; he smiled and gasped in delight when warm fingers caressed his skin.
“Lie back for me.”
His lover eagerly complied, nodding as he stretched his long, lean body out upon the damp grass. Droplets of rain glistened off the creamy skin, causing him to lick his lips in anticipation. He wrapped his palm around the growing arousal of the suppliant being before him, hissing as he felt his own erection receiving the same treatment.
Their movements mimd ond one another; fingernails raked lightly over hard flesh, eliciting moans of pleasure. Lips collided, the kiss frenzied, containing all the passion they held for one another. Breaths quickened, muscles trembled as the need to claim and be claimed became overwhelming. They had only just begun, and yet they were so close…so very close.
“Please…”
What blue there was in his eyes turned to pitch black at the soft plea of his lover. Dark hair clung to his rain and sweat soaked face and back. Pressing two of his own fingers into his mouth, he quickly coated them before bowing forward. His fingers sought and entered his lover’s entrance just as he swallowed the first white pearls of pre-cum. Slender hips bucked, attempting to press further into the warm heat but he held his lover down as he carefully and lovingly prepared him.
When he felt he had done all he could, he sat back and gazed longingly at the being before him. Gray eyes had long closed, and a soft blush stained the fair cheeks. So beautiful, yet he knew deep down there was a fierceness unmatched by any other save for one. A smile tugged as his lips as he pressed forward, claiming the already bruised lips as he pressed into his lover’s welcoming heat.
~~~~~~~~~~
He fell still, feeling himself breached. Taking deep and shallow breaths, he pressed back as his lover pressed forward. Soon the body above him stilled, and the feeling of fullness took over. There was no pain, there never was; he smiled softly at his lover’s thoughtfulness.
As the moments ticked away, he grew impatient and his need heightened. Pressing back against his lover, he gasp as that secret spot inside him was brushed.
“Please…” He had reduced himself to begging, and he knew it. But he didn’t care because he wanted--needed--this so badly.
“Anything,” came the soft voice above him as lips once again claimed his own.
Pleasure raced through his body as his lover began to move again, each time effortlessly hitting his prostate. He made to press back, wanting to feel more of his lover, but fell still at the sight that greeted him. Gray-blue eyes had turned blacker than the night in lust, the face softly flushed in arousal. Rain and sweat mingled on the pale skin, trailing down in streams over toned muscles. Midnight black hair, wet with the falling rain, clung to the damp skin, the tips brushing against his own body with each movement. It was an intoxicating sight, one he would never forget for many years to come.
Stars danced in his eyes, blurring his vision as his climax approached. He tried to hold on longer but found he couldn’t. With a soft mew that belied the fire within him, he came, spilling himself between them. He could hear a groan from above him before he felt his lover come inside him, collapsing forward. Reaching up, he caught his lover, shifting them both so they lay on their sides, bodies still trembling from the force of their recent climax.
~~~~~~~~~~
When his breathing had returned to its normal pace, he smiled lazily as he felt the gentle fingers combing through his damp hair. He shifted, gently pulling out of his lover’s body before enfolding the other in his embrace. They still had time before people would notice their missing presences and come looking for them. But for now they were alone and could bask in their afterglow and enjoy one another’s company.
“Findekáno…” came the sleepy voice from his shoulder. Fingon merely smiled, pulling his lover closer and tucking the head beneath his chin.
“Sleep, Maitimo,” he whispered, gently stroking the crimson locks and pale, smooth back. “Sleep. I’m here.” He felt Maedhros nod and watched as the gray eyes grew vacant in reverie. Yes, they had time. And they had each other. It didn’t matter that what they had done was forbidden; it didn’t matter to them at all. Not as long as they were together.
Fingon/Maedhros
A/N: Drabble drabble drabble. This is what happens when you finish reading the Silmarillion, your mind wanders and you have three hours before a 6 pm class begins. And unfortunately I cannot blame this on a plot bunny or my muse; Maedy dear was asleep when this little piece hit me.
Anyways, it switches POV briefly as indicated by the ~~~. Hope you all enjoy!
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“ sto stop if you stop.”
“….”
“Well?”
“I decided…”
“Yes?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.” And thus the conversation was silenced with a single kiss.
It was forbidden, what they were about to do. They knew this and yet they couldn’t help themselves. ‘Love knows no bounds,’ wasn’t that what they had been taught all their lives? True, their families would never approve. But if they interfered with this liaison, then everything the pair of them had been taught would be naught, and their families would be hypocrites. Still, they had their reasons for keeping silent as to what went on between them.
The kiss they shared was slow, sensual but more passionate than any other they had shared in the past. Hands were not long idle, exploring the firm muscles of the other’s body through the clothing they each wore. It began to rain lightly, but neither of the lovers seemed to notice--much less care. They were alone, far from prying eyes and thus able to indulge in their fantasies they would otherwise be chastised for.
“How do you want this?” came the husky whisper. A soft moan answered, followed shortly by a quiet voice.
“Take me.”
Gray-blue eyes blinked, astonished by the request. “But…”
“Please. Have me.”
He couldn’t ignore the whispered plea and the storm gray eyes that stared up at him. “As you wish,” was the reply before he plundered that sweet mouth again. His hands frantically worked at the silk green robes his lover wore, somehow managing to discard them without ripping a single seam in his frenzy. Trembling hands made to undo his own garments; he smiled and gasped in delight when warm fingers caressed his skin.
“Lie back for me.”
His lover eagerly complied, nodding as he stretched his long, lean body out upon the damp grass. Droplets of rain glistened off the creamy skin, causing him to lick his lips in anticipation. He wrapped his palm around the growing arousal of the suppliant being before him, hissing as he felt his own erection receiving the same treatment.
Their movements mimd ond one another; fingernails raked lightly over hard flesh, eliciting moans of pleasure. Lips collided, the kiss frenzied, containing all the passion they held for one another. Breaths quickened, muscles trembled as the need to claim and be claimed became overwhelming. They had only just begun, and yet they were so close…so very close.
“Please…”
What blue there was in his eyes turned to pitch black at the soft plea of his lover. Dark hair clung to his rain and sweat soaked face and back. Pressing two of his own fingers into his mouth, he quickly coated them before bowing forward. His fingers sought and entered his lover’s entrance just as he swallowed the first white pearls of pre-cum. Slender hips bucked, attempting to press further into the warm heat but he held his lover down as he carefully and lovingly prepared him.
When he felt he had done all he could, he sat back and gazed longingly at the being before him. Gray eyes had long closed, and a soft blush stained the fair cheeks. So beautiful, yet he knew deep down there was a fierceness unmatched by any other save for one. A smile tugged as his lips as he pressed forward, claiming the already bruised lips as he pressed into his lover’s welcoming heat.
~~~~~~~~~~
He fell still, feeling himself breached. Taking deep and shallow breaths, he pressed back as his lover pressed forward. Soon the body above him stilled, and the feeling of fullness took over. There was no pain, there never was; he smiled softly at his lover’s thoughtfulness.
As the moments ticked away, he grew impatient and his need heightened. Pressing back against his lover, he gasp as that secret spot inside him was brushed.
“Please…” He had reduced himself to begging, and he knew it. But he didn’t care because he wanted--needed--this so badly.
“Anything,” came the soft voice above him as lips once again claimed his own.
Pleasure raced through his body as his lover began to move again, each time effortlessly hitting his prostate. He made to press back, wanting to feel more of his lover, but fell still at the sight that greeted him. Gray-blue eyes had turned blacker than the night in lust, the face softly flushed in arousal. Rain and sweat mingled on the pale skin, trailing down in streams over toned muscles. Midnight black hair, wet with the falling rain, clung to the damp skin, the tips brushing against his own body with each movement. It was an intoxicating sight, one he would never forget for many years to come.
Stars danced in his eyes, blurring his vision as his climax approached. He tried to hold on longer but found he couldn’t. With a soft mew that belied the fire within him, he came, spilling himself between them. He could hear a groan from above him before he felt his lover come inside him, collapsing forward. Reaching up, he caught his lover, shifting them both so they lay on their sides, bodies still trembling from the force of their recent climax.
~~~~~~~~~~
When his breathing had returned to its normal pace, he smiled lazily as he felt the gentle fingers combing through his damp hair. He shifted, gently pulling out of his lover’s body before enfolding the other in his embrace. They still had time before people would notice their missing presences and come looking for them. But for now they were alone and could bask in their afterglow and enjoy one another’s company.
“Findekáno…” came the sleepy voice from his shoulder. Fingon merely smiled, pulling his lover closer and tucking the head beneath his chin.
“Sleep, Maitimo,” he whispered, gently stroking the crimson locks and pale, smooth back. “Sleep. I’m here.” He felt Maedhros nod and watched as the gray eyes grew vacant in reverie. Yes, they had time. And they had each other. It didn’t matter that what they had done was forbidden; it didn’t matter to them at all. Not as long as they were together.