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Nolofinwë and Anairë

This might be my favorite drawing of them I’ve done ❤️ This is also a scene in chapter one of this smut fic

Please don’t tag my work as n.s.f.w! That removes it from search results. I’ve already marked it as “mature content” which is a filter itself

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Curufin remembered it started with innocent seeming touches. Fingers brushing against his arm, a bump here. Then, it got strange; there was a hand placed on his cheek, far too gentle than what he was accustomed to from his brother. Hands upon his waist while he worked, a looming presence ever about him wherever he went, until he finally relented. And even as he lowered himself onto his knees and shuffled forth between Celegorm’s thighs, watching Celegorm free his length from his breeches, there was an air of trepidation behind his gaze.

He should not be feeling this way, he knew, should not be this eager to know that it was him whom Celegorm seeked for his relief. But as his gaze trailed upwards to meet the orange eyes of Celegorm, excitement too grew in the pits of his abdomen, like cinders he had tried to damp down reigniting.

He made a noise at the biting words, brows furrowed as warmth flushed his cheeks. Slowly, Curufin pulled himself back up, dragging his tongue along his length, lingering just at the tip for what felt like ages until he finally released it from his mouth. For a while he was silent, his head leaned against the other’s thigh, as he worked his hand in languid and practiced strokes like he had done this many times prior.

“That’s a shame. You’re so much fun to whine at,” Curufin finally said, pressing a kiss to the base of his length. “Why seek me out at all? Don’t you have plenty of whores who’d throw themselves at your feet for you to warm your wood in?”

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver // from finfin the gay little man

All that day, Celegorm's frustration and need had made itself known by his incessant teasing, touching and grabbing that Curufin had had to endure under any excuse the elder brother could come up with. So, when Curufin had actually resigned to giving him what he desired, Celegorm had readily leaned back and made room for him in between his legs, eager to have that mouth giving him the relief he longed for.

"There. Your mouth looks much better occupied like this than it does when you're whining", the hunter snarled in a low voice, desirous face unable to look away from Curufin's obliging stare. A particularly devilish swipe of his tongue was rewarded with a growl of pleasure. Celegorm's scarred fingers combed idly through his brother's dark hair, desperate to busy themselves with an activity any other than grabbing him to thrust himself deeper into the warmth of his mouth.

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Curufin, on the other hand, had never been good at delaying what his mind so desired— whether it be power, a goal he chased after, or even simple carnal pleasure, he never denied himself, and instead gave himself whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it.

With one devastating movement of Eöl’a hips, it became too much; his mind went blank as he found himself finishing across his own stomach, his own hips buckling and sharp moans spilling out from his throat as the aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through his body. He had little to say for a while, gasping for breath as he tried to recollect himself, wrapping his legs around Eöl’s waist.

“Fuck,” he murmured through heavy breaths, half hoping that Eöl would simply satisfy himself and come cuddle him. “Sorry, I- no, that was your fault.”

“No, please,” Curufin whined, his heart pounding in his chest as Eöl continued his torment. His cock throbbed in protest, twitching with each stroke that dared to bring him fully over the edge. “Don’t… don’t, I can’t, Eöl, please—”

Endless thoughts swam in his head, melting into one another until he could not seperate them from one another. He could not decide if this was pleasurable or painful, whether this was torture or something else, if he wanted this to end here and now or if he wanted to continue for eternity. Curufin’s hand reached into Eöl’s hair and gave it a half-hearted tug.

“I need you,” he whimpered, words interrupted by his own moans, “I… I need- please, Eöl, stop already. Don’t do this. Don’t be like that. You- you promised.”

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If i could draw penises there would be so much art of celegorm’s penis on here btw

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Curufinwë eagerly drank up every little bit of affection that he offered, delighting in how his tender lips felt against her skin, his breathy words in her ear, how he grabbed her wrist and handled her like their fëar had already been bonded in marriage. Her walls clenched around him in encouragement as she sang his name over and over, pleading for him to speed up, slow down, hardly able to parse the thoughts in her mind.

“Oh, Valar, yes, please—” even if he had not asked, she no doubt would’ve let him spill where he so pleased, too consumed by the euphoria of everything to protest as she normally might have. If Findaráto open her mouth and swallow every last drop of him, she would’ve done so. If he spilled on her face she would’ve permitted it without complaint. “Inside, inside me, please- Gods, Ingoldo… I love you-”

She fully caved then before he could say anything, her hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders, as desire and pleasure crashed over her body and soul like a tidal wave. Too much, yet not enough at the same, and left her wanting more, more. “In-Ingo,” Curufinwë breathed out, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. She laid atop him, relaxing fully against his warmth, and sighed with a dreamy smile on her face as she closed her eyes. “…that was better than what I expected, you know.” She pressed a kiss to his neck. “I don’t know- I don’t know what I thought my first time would be like. I always figured that… I don’t know. Father would make me marry some man I knew nothing about, and that’d be that. I’m glad it was you.”

Though it was her who taunted him with his eagerness, Curufinwë quickly found that yet again, in the end it was her who would first succumb to her own impatience. She whined at his incessant touches, wishing that she had said nothing about eagerness when her own desperation was so clear once Findaráto had breached her exterior, and her eyes widened as he finally sunk his fingers inside and curled them.

“Oh, In- Ingo-“ already, the pleasure was overwhelming her ability to speak, and she buckled her hips up in response. What was he doing that made it feel so much better than when she would pleasure herself? And his voice, the way he said her name like it was a thing to be revered sent sharp chills down her spine, her cunt dripping with need as he continued to toy with her, like he knew her own body better than she did. She clenched around his fingers, softy gasping each time his fingers rammed again into her, the grip on his hair ever tightening—

And if she thought he could do no worse until he was finally, properly inside, she was so horribly wrong. His tongue upon her clit, as repulsive as the concept seemed in her head, proved to be like dousing a wildfire with gasoline. Curufinwë found herself at a loss then, calling his name in vain and begging for nothing in particular, and humiliatingly enough, fearing that she may just climax then if he did not stop. Even worse, she feared that she would not be able to control her volume; the door was still open, curtains drawn with the light of the trees flooding in from the large, bare windows. What if someone heard? What if someone heard her?

She kissed him back all too passionately, in spite of not finding the taste of herself on his lips appealing; she’d complain about that later. Right now, she needed him, and she needed him badly, evident from the dripping wetness that had began to drip down from her cunt.

“Please,” she whimpered, unable to cope with her growing desire and her ever dwindling patience. His breath felt hot against her skin, his scent intoxicating and driving her further to madness as she languidly moved her hands up, then down on his cock. And despite her pretty words, the plea sounded less like one and more like a demand. “Yes, yes, Ingoldo— do as you wish, and stop talking. I want you in me. Now.”

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Curufin Von Teese seducing his more than special brother Celegorm.

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Despite her frequent fantasies regarding her cousin and this exact situation, the sensation as Findaráto finally entered her was still rather strange. She found herself instinctively clenching around the intrusion, feeling wonderfully, terribly full from him, until the strangeness of it all had faded away and soft, breathy moans began to pour out of her.

For a moment, Curufinwë could not believe this was real, that it was Findaráto she would share her first moments of real intimacy with. Did he know of her inexperience, she wondered, arms hanging loosely around his neck. Is he being this gentle for s reason, or did he just not wish to draw too much attention? For she found herself no longer caring much about decorum, and if not for her desire to not seem too wanting, would’ve long begged him to take her until the only word she could speak was his name. “Must- *ah,* must we wait un…until tonight?” Tonight seemed so far away, and she was in little mood to wait.

And truthfully, she could get lost in this forever, she thought, her cunt stretched around him like she had been perfectly made to take him. Nevermind the five minutes, she wished this was eternity. Curufinwë squeaked as she was lifted back onto his lap, her face and lower both burning from how effortless he made it seem. Hips surged forth to meet the touch, and she could not hold back from moaning into the kiss.

“Valar- y…yes,” she whimpered, her clit already aching as she was brought closer and closer to release, so embarrassingly soon. It was addicting, this balancing act between satiating her base desires, yet not giving her cousin the knowledge of just how easily she melted to his hands. Curufinwë buried her face into the crook of his neck with a muffled whine. “Ingoldo-… h-harder. Go harder.”

Though it was her who taunted him with his eagerness, Curufinwë quickly found that yet again, in the end it was her who would first succumb to her own impatience. She whined at his incessant touches, wishing that she had said nothing about eagerness when her own desperation was so clear once Findaráto had breached her exterior, and her eyes widened as he finally sunk his fingers inside and curled them.

“Oh, In- Ingo-“ already, the pleasure was overwhelming her ability to speak, and she buckled her hips up in response. What was he doing that made it feel so much better than when she would pleasure herself? And his voice, the way he said her name like it was a thing to be revered sent sharp chills down her spine, her cunt dripping with need as he continued to toy with her, like he knew her own body better than she did. She clenched around his fingers, softy gasping each time his fingers rammed again into her, the grip on his hair ever tightening—

And if she thought he could do no worse until he was finally, properly inside, she was so horribly wrong. His tongue upon her clit, as repulsive as the concept seemed in her head, proved to be like dousing a wildfire with gasoline. Curufinwë found herself at a loss then, calling his name in vain and begging for nothing in particular, and humiliatingly enough, fearing that she may just climax then if he did not stop. Even worse, she feared that she would not be able to control her volume; the door was still open, curtains drawn with the light of the trees flooding in from the large, bare windows. What if someone heard? What if someone heard her?

She kissed him back all too passionately, in spite of not finding the taste of herself on his lips appealing; she’d complain about that later. Right now, she needed him, and she needed him badly, evident from the dripping wetness that had began to drip down from her cunt.

“Please,” she whimpered, unable to cope with her growing desire and her ever dwindling patience. His breath felt hot against her skin, his scent intoxicating and driving her further to madness as she languidly moved her hands up, then down on his cock. And despite her pretty words, the plea sounded less like one and more like a demand. “Yes, yes, Ingoldo— do as you wish, and stop talking. I want you in me. Now.”

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“No, please,” Curufin whined, his heart pounding in his chest as Eöl continued his torment. His cock throbbed in protest, twitching with each stroke that dared to bring him fully over the edge. “Don’t… don’t, I can’t, Eöl, please—”

Endless thoughts swam in his head, melting into one another until he could not seperate them from one another. He could not decide if this was pleasurable or painful, whether this was torture or something else, if he wanted this to end here and now or if he wanted to continue for eternity. Curufin’s hand reached into Eöl’s hair and gave it a half-hearted tug.

“I need you,” he whimpered, words interrupted by his own moans, “I… I need- please, Eöl, stop already. Don’t do this. Don’t be like that. You- you promised.”

It was almost too much, the simple act of Eöl entering him— Curufin felt his body stretch in accommodation, his body aching and his mind dizzy with need. And he felt terribly, horribly exposed like this, legs against his chest, his cock still dripping with Eöl’s every movement. “I- I love you too,” he murmured, voice shaking with each word.

But instead of Eöl grabbing his waist and fucking him like there would be no tomorrow, his movements were slow, deliberate, so gentle that it hurt him even more. His impatience grew with each passing second, growing soon beyond even frustration.

“What are- what are you doing?” His nails dug into Eöl’s back, and he felt now like he was really going to cry. “You said you’d- y…you’d give me what I want-! Give it to me! Now!”

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Curufin only stared in befuddlement as Eöl rushed into the bathroom, too stunned to react in time. What the hell happened to him? This was the same man who uttered little complaint when he nearly sawed his finger off with a table saw, who only hissed with pain when a recoil piece of wood slammed onto him at frightening speed. There was no way this was just a fall.

Quickly gathering his senses, Curufin followed suit into the bathroom, expecting him to maybe just be washing whatever wound he had received, but instead, he heard… sobs?

“Eöl?” He tried again, trying to peek in the gap between cubicle door and the wall. “Tell me what’s going on already. You’re not making this better on yourself.”

“And you should’ve been back— I don’t know! However long ago! You shouldn’t have left the table at all!”

Curufin was pacing now, and he could not decide if he should follow Eöl, or make sure none of their items on display were getting stolen. What was he hiding from him? Surely his ego was not so fragile that he was afraid to just admit he was robbed.

He looked at Eöl with a worried expression. Surely the other knew better by now than to lie to him at all. And the hair that he had so meticulously brushed for the other was now a frazzled mess, with rogue strands everywhere his eyes turned to. “How can you even trip if you just… sat at the damn table? What happened? Do we need to leave?”

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Though it was her who taunted him with his eagerness, Curufinwë quickly found that yet again, in the end it was her who would first succumb to her own impatience. She whined at his incessant touches, wishing that she had said nothing about eagerness when her own desperation was so clear once Findaráto had breached her exterior, and her eyes widened as he finally sunk his fingers inside and curled them.

“Oh, In- Ingo-“ already, the pleasure was overwhelming her ability to speak, and she buckled her hips up in response. What was he doing that made it feel so much better than when she would pleasure herself? And his voice, the way he said her name like it was a thing to be revered sent sharp chills down her spine, her cunt dripping with need as he continued to toy with her, like he knew her own body better than she did. She clenched around his fingers, softy gasping each time his fingers rammed again into her, the grip on his hair ever tightening—

And if she thought he could do no worse until he was finally, properly inside, she was so horribly wrong. His tongue upon her clit, as repulsive as the concept seemed in her head, proved to be like dousing a wildfire with gasoline. Curufinwë found herself at a loss then, calling his name in vain and begging for nothing in particular, and humiliatingly enough, fearing that she may just climax then if he did not stop. Even worse, she feared that she would not be able to control her volume; the door was still open, curtains drawn with the light of the trees flooding in from the large, bare windows. What if someone heard? What if someone heard her?

She kissed him back all too passionately, in spite of not finding the taste of herself on his lips appealing; she’d complain about that later. Right now, she needed him, and she needed him badly, evident from the dripping wetness that had began to drip down from her cunt.

“Please,” she whimpered, unable to cope with her growing desire and her ever dwindling patience. His breath felt hot against her skin, his scent intoxicating and driving her further to madness as she languidly moved her hands up, then down on his cock. And despite her pretty words, the plea sounded less like one and more like a demand. “Yes, yes, Ingoldo— do as you wish, and stop talking. I want you in me. Now.”

(from here // @naughtynoldor)

Truly, Curufinë did not expect him to react as he did. Her main aim was to fluster, perhaps tease him just enough to leave him between the brink of succumbing to want and restraining himself, yet as she found herself practically dragged onto his lap, she smiled to herself. For it is her who brought Findaráto to such rash actions, her who captured his attention in both mind and body, her that he risked debasing himself for.

Some darker part of her desires urged her to seize the opportunity, so that he knew just how deeply she wished to claim him as her own. And it was tempting; little stood in the way of their coupling, save for the glaring problem of Nerdanel possibly intruding at any moment.

Still, she allowed him to continue, tilting her head with an airy sigh. “Curvo,” she said, arms wrapped loosely around his neck, and pressed her crotch against his. Another blush overtook her face— she caused this. It was her who he longs for, and Curufinwë could not be more glad for it.

Feeling emboldened, one of her hands moved to Findaráto’s front, and felt down the side of his body, across his thighs, and she was just barely able to resist the temptation to grab that stupid piece of fabric and throw it across the room so she can really see him unobstructed. Instead, she touched through the silks, and tried to remain composed through her own growing desires. “Five minutes,” her voice was low in his ear, “try not to be too eager, cousin. Diplomacy is not a thing to be rushed. I would loathe for you to spend yourself when we cannot even have the luxury of privacy.”

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Even if she had tried to hide her eagerness, her body would’ve betrayed her: Findaráto’s fingers were quickly coated in her wetness, and she had to bite down on her lip in order to suppress a noise. And he was right— the idea was oddly enticing, in spite of how humiliating it would he in practice. And she wondered what it would be like, walking past the servants and even her family with her womb still filled with his seed, as she tried to pretend that nothing had happened. After all, she could always come back for seconds, and she doubted that he would deny her.

With another gasp, Curufinwë spread her legs further apart, already moving her hips to the rhythm of his fingers stroking her. “Ingoldo,” she shuddered, whispering his name in almost prayer, her arms back around his neck. One hand reached up, loosely grabbing a fistful of his golden locks.

What if he did spill in her? What if he brought her in front of her mother, her legs still trembling, and her undergarments becoming even more soaked with each second she stayed seated? What if he caressed her thighs under the table, and there was nothing she could do but force a smile and endure it? And what if he grew more daring, and reached into her undergarments beneath the tablecloth, and stroked her until she came with a knowing smirk—

She leaned into his hand with a moan, the fantasy that her mind had conjured making her all the more eager. “I hope you do not intend to spend those five minutes prattling away at my ear,” the words did not come out as sharp as she intended. “Come on. We don’t have all day.”

(from here // @naughtynoldor)

Truly, Curufinë did not expect him to react as he did. Her main aim was to fluster, perhaps tease him just enough to leave him between the brink of succumbing to want and restraining himself, yet as she found herself practically dragged onto his lap, she smiled to herself. For it is her who brought Findaráto to such rash actions, her who captured his attention in both mind and body, her that he risked debasing himself for.

Some darker part of her desires urged her to seize the opportunity, so that he knew just how deeply she wished to claim him as her own. And it was tempting; little stood in the way of their coupling, save for the glaring problem of Nerdanel possibly intruding at any moment.

Still, she allowed him to continue, tilting her head with an airy sigh. “Curvo,” she said, arms wrapped loosely around his neck, and pressed her crotch against his. Another blush overtook her face— she caused this. It was her who he longs for, and Curufinwë could not be more glad for it.

Feeling emboldened, one of her hands moved to Findaráto’s front, and felt down the side of his body, across his thighs, and she was just barely able to resist the temptation to grab that stupid piece of fabric and throw it across the room so she can really see him unobstructed. Instead, she touched through the silks, and tried to remain composed through her own growing desires. “Five minutes,” her voice was low in his ear, “try not to be too eager, cousin. Diplomacy is not a thing to be rushed. I would loathe for you to spend yourself when we cannot even have the luxury of privacy.”

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(from here // @naughtynoldor)

Truly, Curufinë did not expect him to react as he did. Her main aim was to fluster, perhaps tease him just enough to leave him between the brink of succumbing to want and restraining himself, yet as she found herself practically dragged onto his lap, she smiled to herself. For it is her who brought Findaráto to such rash actions, her who captured his attention in both mind and body, her that he risked debasing himself for.

Some darker part of her desires urged her to seize the opportunity, so that he knew just how deeply she wished to claim him as her own. And it was tempting; little stood in the way of their coupling, save for the glaring problem of Nerdanel possibly intruding at any moment.

Still, she allowed him to continue, tilting her head with an airy sigh. “Curvo,” she said, arms wrapped loosely around his neck, and pressed her crotch against his. Another blush overtook her face— she caused this. It was her who he longs for, and Curufinwë could not be more glad for it.

Feeling emboldened, one of her hands moved to Findaráto’s front, and felt down the side of his body, across his thighs, and she was just barely able to resist the temptation to grab that stupid piece of fabric and throw it across the room so she can really see him unobstructed. Instead, she touched through the silks, and tried to remain composed through her own growing desires. “Five minutes,” her voice was low in his ear, “try not to be too eager, cousin. Diplomacy is not a thing to be rushed. I would loathe for you to spend yourself when we cannot even have the luxury of privacy.”

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

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It was almost too much, the simple act of Eöl entering him— Curufin felt his body stretch in accommodation, his body aching and his mind dizzy with need. And he felt terribly, horribly exposed like this, legs against his chest, his cock still dripping with Eöl’s every movement. “I- I love you too,” he murmured, voice shaking with each word.

But instead of Eöl grabbing his waist and fucking him like there would be no tomorrow, his movements were slow, deliberate, so gentle that it hurt him even more. His impatience grew with each passing second, growing soon beyond even frustration.

“What are- what are you doing?” His nails dug into Eöl’s back, and he felt now like he was really going to cry. “You said you’d- y…you’d give me what I want-! Give it to me! Now!”

“No- no, wait,” a gasp escaped his lips, and his ears twitched in response. He hardly knew how he hadn’t spilled in Eöl’s hand yet, but he dragged himself up to his knees, straddled the other’s waist, and bent down to kiss him fervently.

Even now, he could hardly bring himself to beg, despite the fact his cock ached with need, and despite the obvious lust in his eyes. The last thing he wanted was to humiliate himself further; but Eöl left him little choice.

“Please-?” Curufin was practically laying on top of Eöl now, chin resting on his chest, and looking up at him with his dark, glowing eyes. He forced himself to stay still, stay presentable— as presentable as a desperate prince could look. “Please, ah, I love you… Eöl, please, I need you to- to use me, use me until I’m pleading for you to stop, I need you to take me and fuck me as you’d like and I- I love you. I love you- please.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as he kissed Eöl again, groaning as their lips met and pulling away with a shudder. His face burned with embarrassment, and if Curufin wasn’t so preoccupied with Eöl’s games, he might’ve teared up from all the conflicting emotions in his chest. “Ruin me. Please. Ruin me until there is nothing left.”

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“No- no, wait,” a gasp escaped his lips, and his ears twitched in response. He hardly knew how he hadn’t spilled in Eöl’s hand yet, but he dragged himself up to his knees, straddled the other’s waist, and bent down to kiss him fervently.

Even now, he could hardly bring himself to beg, despite the fact his cock ached with need, and despite the obvious lust in his eyes. The last thing he wanted was to humiliate himself further; but Eöl left him little choice.

“Please-?” Curufin was practically laying on top of Eöl now, chin resting on his chest, and looking up at him with his dark, glowing eyes. He forced himself to stay still, stay presentable— as presentable as a desperate prince could look. “Please, ah, I love you… Eöl, please, I need you to- to use me, use me until I’m pleading for you to stop, I need you to take me and fuck me as you’d like and I- I love you. I love you- please.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as he kissed Eöl again, groaning as their lips met and pulling away with a shudder. His face burned with embarrassment, and if Curufin wasn’t so preoccupied with Eöl’s games, he might’ve teared up from all the conflicting emotions in his chest. “Ruin me. Please. Ruin me until there is nothing left.”

“F…fuck, no,” Curufin writhed beneath Eöl’s touch, his cock twitching in protest each time he was brought close, only to be denied once more. The memory of Nogrod brought chills down his spine; he could still recall his feeble and half-hearted protests when Eöl pushed him against a column in an empty hallway, when they kissed and Curufin could still taste alcohol his lips. He remembered well how it felt as Eöl pushed into him, and his own desperate efforts to keep quiet despite the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through him.

Whether or not anyone really did see he did not want to think about, though he had heard rumors that Telchar won a huge payout later that night— but Curufin could not deny that maybe he wouldn’t mind someone seeing them.

He reached over with his hand, hastily unlacing (more so yanking on the laces until they became undone) Eöl’s trousers until he could pull out the other’s erection. And each time he saw it, Curufin felt a little like it was his first time all over again, when he was still uncertain on how to proceed with someone of his sex, when all he could do was stare with wide eyes, looking like an idiot with his face so damn red. He began to work his hands, stroking up, then down, until he settled on a steady rhythm. “That was your idea, was it not? Always you and your… your terrible ideas. Why do you insist on tormenting me? Even now- ngh-! I did as you asked, and- and still, you…”