Piecing our Lives back together by chrissystriped

Chapter Eight

“Will you grace me with your presence tonight, Prince Nelyafinwe?”, Nolofinwe had whispered to Maedhros at the feast that he'd given to see those who would go east off and Maedhros had nodded silently.

That had been a few hours ago and Nolofinwe was waiting in his bedroom. He only wore loose robes and had freed his hair from its braids because he knew Maedhros enjoyed that. He tried to read but he couldn’t concentrate, was only listening for steps that would herald his prince’s approach. He stood up when Maedhros finally entered the room and let the robe glide from his shoulders. Maedhros pulled him into an embrace and kissed his neck.

“Fuck me”, Nolofinwe whispered into his ear. “Spank me and fuck me so hard I’ll still feel you tomorrow.”

Maedhros uttered an aroused growl and bit the crook of his neck, sucked on the skin until it hurt and Nolofinwe knew there’d be a mark – but it was a spot he could hide and it aroused him to be marked by his prince. He moaned when Maedhros slid his stump between his legs. Maedhros pulled him in the direction of the bed and Nolofinwe allowed him to lay him over his lap. Maedhros’s hands caressed his backside a few times.

“I love you so much, my núro”, he murmured. “I wish I could take you with me, as my personal plaything.”

Nolofinwe laughed and tried to pretend the words didn’t arouse him. “I’m afraid that would be hard to explain.”

“Yes, very true.” Maedhros’s hand met his skin with a lout slap. “I’ll grant your wish, núro. You’ll be sore tomorrow. And the thought of that will sweeten my journey.”

Nolofinwe moaned under the calm, measured slaps that made his skin glow.

Nolofinwe’s skin was blazing under Maedhros’s hand, hot and red, and with every slap he made these small, whimpering, aroused sounds that made Maedhros’s cock throb. He was pretty good at controlling his left hand by now and almost every stroke landed where he wanted it to. Nolofinwe’s arousal dug into his thigh and he knew his núro could take more. He’d spanked his ass until the buttocks were glowing red before moving lower to give his milky thighs the same treatment. Maedhros’s gave him a sharp smack on the ass for variety and drew a soft cry from Nolofinwe.

“You are doing so well for me, my núro”, he praised, giving him another few slaps. His arm stared to grow tired, but he continued for a while until he was sure Nolofinwe would rather pass the next day standing.

Maedhros gently rubbed the bruised skin with his palm and whispered quiet words of appreciation. Nolofinwe moved into his touch as he slid his finger down his cleft and pushed the tip into his oiled entrance.

“Hands and knees, núro”, Maedhros ordered huskily and quickly got rid of his clothes, stroking his cock as he watched Nolofinwe position himself in the middle of the bed, legs spread and head on his laced arms.

Maedhros let more oil trickle down his cleft and stretched him with two fingers. Nolofinwe moaned loudly when he rubbed his prostate. Maedhros grinned and positioned himself, breaching him with the tip of his cock.

“You want it rough tonight, núro?”, he made sure and sucked in his breath when Nolofinwe’s muscles quivered.

“Yes, my prince”, he gasped. “Please.”

“As you wish, my beautiful núro.”

Maedhros entered him with one hard thrust and heard Nolofinwe gasp. He knew this was the last time for a long while that they had a chance to be together and he wanted to make it count. He wanted Nolofinwe to remember this, wanted him to remember that he belonged to him. Maedhros let all the possessiveness he felt for him well up. He gripped Nolofinwe’s hip with his hand and braced his other arm on his back, taking him with quick, hard thrusts.

He was glad that the bedroom was at the end of a set of rooms reserved for the king because Nolofinwe was loud. And he became even louder when Maedhros changed the angle a little and ever thrust hit his prostate.

“You may come”, he gasped into his ear and slapped his hand aside when Nolofinwe reached down to stroke himself. “No, núro. You’ll come from my cock buried inside you or you won’t come at all.”

Nolofinwe shuddered hard and his trembling muscles almost took Maedhros over the edge, but he forced himself to wait. Only when he felt Nolofinwe come he let go himself.

Maedhros turned them on their sides so he wouldn’t crush Nolofinwe and slowly caressed his side until they’d both caught their breath, burying his face in Nolofinwe’s soft, black locks.

“Thank you”, Nolofinwe whispered.

Maedhros laughed. “Thank me tomorrow, if you still mean it. You’ll be very sore.”

“Yes”, Nolofinwe said with a blissful smile. “And I hope you appreciated this orgasm because it’s going to be the last one you had for a while.”

Nolofinwe shuddered and snuggled into him.

“As you command, Prince Nelyafinwe”, he said. “I’ll suffer anything for you.”

Maedhros kissed his neck, his heart swelling with love.

“Tomorrow”, he murmured. “When we say goodbye to our king, it will give me pleasure to know that my núro is hiding a sore butt under his robes and feels with every step how well I fucked him tonight and that he belongs to me. Is that going to arouse you?”

“Yes”, Nolofinwe croaked.

“Good. But remember”, Maedhros squeezed his cock. “This is mine. Your pleasure is mine.”

“Yes, my prince.” Nolofinwe turned around and kissed him gently. “I’ll miss you and not just because of that.”

Maedhros rubbed his cheek against his. “I’ll miss you too, but it has to be so.”

Nolofinwe sighed. “Yes, I know it does.”