Always there for you by chrissystriped

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Chapter Two

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They’d made a show of Maedhros leading the High King around the fortress and showing him the plans for further fortifications. That was the pretext for him being here, after all. It was after lunch, and Nolofinwe had made certain that Maedhros was eating something, when they managed to steal away. Luckily no one had noticed that Nolofinwe hadn’t spent most of the night in his own room.

Nolofinwe’s heart beat quickly as he walked through the fortress to Maedhros’s room. They’d left the dining room separately and Nolofinwe had sent his servants away saying he wanted to look over the written reports Maedhros had given him on the history of the people his brothers had met in the wooded riverland further east and south. He was interested in that – they seemed to be distinct from the Sindar – but he was more interested in something else. His cock was already hard.

He knocked on Maedhros’s door and gasped when he was jerked inside, the door slamming shut behind him, and pulled into a passionate kiss. Nolofinwe melted into his prince’s arms, leaning against the door as his mouth was ravished.

“I’m at your service, my prince”, he gasped when Maedhros pulled back.

“And I’m such a lucky elf because you are.”

Maedhros smiled at him and turned the key. (Later Nolofinwe would think that he should have heard it sounded odd, but right now his mind was turned completely to his aching cock and the hand roaming over his body.)

“Have you been a good boy for me, núro?”, his prince said while he divested him of his robes. Nolofinwe had intentionally chosen clothes that were easy to get rid of.

“Yes, Prince Nelyafinwe”, Nolofinwe answered.

He shivered as he stood naked before his prince, his eyes roaming over him, and sucked in his breath when he slid his index finger slowly up his cock.

“You haven’t come in all this time? How you must long for me.”

“I haven’t and I do, my prince.”

Nelyafinwe squeezed his cock and Nolofinwe moaned loudly, his knees almost buckling. The touch of another – his prince – after so long, felt so good!

“Look at you”, Nelyafinwe whispered, his lips caressing his ear. “So pretty in your aroused state. But this is mine, isn’t it?”

“Yes”, Nolofinwe groaned. “Yes, my pleasure is yours. I’m your’s my prince.”

“Good.” Nelyafinwe started to stroke him. “You deserve to come for being so obedient. Your letters give me such pleasure! Now come for me, my good, little núro.”

Nolofinwe cried out as his long pent up release crashed over him. His come streaked his chest and belly and Nelyafinwe’s hand and he would have sunk to the floor, his muscles trembling with the force of it, if Nelyafinwe hadn’t pinned him to the door with his weight.

“Did you like this?”, Nelyafinwe asked with a smirk, rubbing his come into his skin.

“Yes, my prince. Thank you for allowing me release.” It felt so good to finally be with him again. Though he was a little surprised that he’d given this to him so easily.

“Oh, I’m not finished with you, núro. Not by a long stretch.” Nelyafinwe peppered kisses along his jawline. “But you deserved it for holding out for so long. Now, I believe you asked for a punishment for disfiguring my crest.”

Nolofinwe felt apprehension for a moment but Nelyafinwe’s hand was still stroking his skin gently and when he glanced into his face he saw a twinkle in his eyes and a quick wink that told him that he wasn’t angry. This was a game.

“Yes, my prince. I beg your forgiveness for my badly executed attempt at your coat of arms. I did not intend mockery.”

“I know that, my dear núro, or your punishment would look differently.” Maedhros caressed his cheek. “But still. Bow over the back of the couch.”

Nolofinwe obeyed, bracing himself on the seat. Nelyafinwe was rummaging around behind him an Nolofinwe tensed surprised when an oily finger slid into him.

“Relax, núro”, Nelyafinwe admonished as he added a second finger. “I’m going to open you up a little for later.”

The finger vanished quickly to be replaced by a plug. A spark of pleasure shot through Nolofinwe as his prince pushed it against his prostate.

“Yes, I knew you’d like that. Now, for your punishment.” Something flat and cool caressed Nolofinwe’s buttock. “First, I’m going to warm up your sweet, firm ass. That’s not punishment, just preparation.” Nolofinwe shivered, his cock already hardening again. “Your punishment will be ten strokes with a crop, each one a little harder than the one before. You are going to count them and thank me after each one. Afterwards, you are going to kneel down before me and ask my forgiveness again. Do you understand this?”

“Yes, my prince”, Nolofinwe croaked in a voice thick with arousal.

He’d have felt bad, if he really had broken some rule or failed to perform a task – breaking Maedhros’s trust, making him feel disappointed with him – but this was not like that. When he’d ‘confessed’ his failure, he’d tried for a light, joking tone und Maedhros seemed to have understood.

He took a deep breath as the paddle slapped his skin. Another slap on the other buttock and a little deeper. Soon his backside was burning evenly, heat radiating anew with every slap that his prince let fall on already beaten skin. Nolofinwe was moaning without shame, his cock hard and heavy between his legs, rubbing against the coarse fabric of the couch’s back with every motion.

“Yes”, Nelyafinwe said, rubbing the paddle over his skin. “That’ll do nicely. I almost forgot how pretty you look with your ass reddened and a plug filling you up.” He pushed at the base of the plug with his stump and Nolofinwe tensed moaning around it, his cock twitching. “Now for your punishment, núro. Let’s see how much you’ll enjoy this.” His prince held a  crop with a flat, stiff leather tip in front of his face. “Kiss it.”

Nolofinwe pressed a kiss to the leather and heard Nelyafinwe moan softly. He seemed to enjoy the sight. The crop met his burning skin for the first time.

“One”, Nolofinwe counted. “Thank you for the punishment, my prince.”

It wasn’t so bad, only fed his arousal, but he reminded himself, that they would become harder as his prince continued. They were at six, Nolofinwe giving a little, pained scream at that one, when the doorknob moved. Nolofinwe had a split second to think how good it was that his prince had locked the door, before it opened. His heart skipped a beat, he jerked up his head to look into Makalaure’s horrified face. Nolofinwe felt the blood drain from his own face, he quickly looked over Makalaure’s shoulder but his son was not in sight – a small relief. Makalaure stepped in and quickly shut the door.

“What the fuck are you doing, Maedhros?!”, he said, his voice higher than usual, sounding panicked.

“Nothing he didn’t ask for”, snapped Maedhros.

“Brother!”, snapped Makalaure back. “You can not beat up the High King! I don’t know what happened, but have you thought about the diplomatic complications this is going to bring? He offered us pardon and peace, how can you throw that away? I know you’ve been troubled, but I’m sure whatever the King said, he did not want to insult you!”

Nolofinwe realised belatedly, that Makalaure wasn’t seeing an interrupted tryst, but was thinking that Maedhros was... doing what? Punish him for an insult?

“Káno, that’s not what’s going on here”, Maedhros said with a strained voice.

“Where is my son?”, Nolofinwe interjected, worried that Findekáno might find his way here any moment, and straightened with a hiss.

Makalaure eyed him with a wary look. “He went to your rooms, my king. We were told, you and my brother had parted after lunch...”

Nolofinwe nodded. “You will not tell him about this”, he said to Makalaure and was relieved that Maedhros didn’t interrupt him. “Or anyone. Maedhros and I, we are...” He gulped. “We’ve been having a sexual relationship in secret for a long time. I asked him to beat me. I like it.” He felt himself blush furiously but kept his eyes on Makalaure’s face who’s cheeks had reddened, too.

“Oh”, he said weakly. “I... I’m sorry. Of course I’ll keep this to myself. Why didn’t you lock the door?!”

“I did!”, said Maedhros. “I don’t know what happened! It must be broken somehow.”

“Hm”, was all Makalaure said, before he fled.

“Fuck”, whispered Maedhros and Nolofinwe could only agree.

“I need to get dressed and find Findekáno”, he said. “We can’t continue with an unlocked door, anyway.”

“Yes, of course.” Maedhros sighed. “Let me take the plug out.”

Makalaure had thoroughly killed the mood, but Nolofinwe scrounged up some remnant of it. They had little enough time together.

“Or... you could leave it there”, he said, touching Maedhros’s hand. “And find me later in my rooms. My lock works. There are four strokes left of my punishment, my prince.”

“Hmm, yes, I could do that.” Maedhros smiled at him. “You aren’t scared off?”

Nolofinwe shrugged as he put on his robes. “We have to be more careful. Why does your lock not work? But what happened can’t be taken back. Will you talk to Makalaure? So he... understands?”

“I'll try." Maedhros sighed. "See you later. And I’m sorry, I should have checked the lock before entrusting our secret to it.”

 

“Maedhros?”

He groaned softly then turned around with a smile to Findekáno who’d come after him as he left for his rooms. Maedhros had wanted to prepare and fetch the crop – Nolofinwe had excused himself early and waited for him. “Yes, Findekáno?”

“Is something wrong?” He’d likely noticed the strange mood at dinner – Makalaure not being able to look neither him nor Nolofinwe in the eyes – and Nolofinwe being nervous. “Did something happen between you and Atya while we were out hunting? You looked tense.”

“No.” Maedhros shook his head. “Don’t worry, nothing’s wrong. He just...” He had an idea. “He noticed that I have... trouble eating in public.” He hadn’t told Findekáno nearly as much as Nolofinwe about the reasons why, but he knew a bit of it, too. “And we had a little argument. Makalaure took it as more serious than it was.”

“Oh, you’re not at odds then?”

“No. Your father is trying to help – and succeeding in some ways.”

Findekáno knew that Nolofinwe had come because he was worried. Of course he didn’t know the extent of it and Maedhros felt a little bad, lying to his best friend. But then, he couldn’t say to him: ‘Your father is cheating on your mother with me.’ No, better tell him a lie now and then.

Findekáno smiled in relief. “Good. I was worried. But if everything’s fine, I’ll let you go to bed. You need your sleep. You look much more rested since when I arrived, by the way. Does it help having us here?”

“Yes, it helps very much. Thank you. Good night, Findekáno.”

“Good night, Maedhros.”

Maedhros sighed and hurried on, he’d let his núro wait long enough. He quickly grabbed the crop and slid  it down the side of his trouser-leg, draping his shirt over the handle. Nolofinwe was right, they had to be more careful. They’d allowed themselves to become sloppy – or maybe it was just that they were both so horny they hadn’t been thinking straight. He knocked softly on Nolofinwe’s door and was quickly ushered in by him. Maedhros grinned down at him.

“Are you ready for the rest of your punishment, núro?”

“Yes, my prince.”

Maedhros gripped his chin and gave him a quick kiss. “Good boy. Strip and bow over the couch.” He rubbed his hand over Nolofinwe’s bruised backside, admiring his handiwork from earlier in the day. “You look so good, marked by me”, he said. “So utterly fuckable.”

Nolofinwe groaned and shuddered when Maedhros pulled the crop from its hiding place and slid it down his spine to come to rest on the base of the plug.

“Four more.” Maedhros said and stroke out.

He savoured the moans and shivers, the little scream at the last one, the fresh redness blooming on Nolofinwe’s skin, being thanked for giving him this pain – but above all that Nolofinwe was here with him, had come because he cared about him and gave himself to him. After the last stroke he caressed Nolofinwe’s skin with the crop again, down his bruised ass, between his legs, teasing his balls. Nolofinwe arched into the touch, visibly aroused and Maedhros moved forward to rub his crotch against his backside, drawing a hiss from him.

“Now”, he whispered into Nolofinwe’s ears. “On your knees, núro.”

He moved back to give Nolofinwe the space and watched him slowly rise up and turn around. Maedhros smiled at seeing his cock fully erect. With a real punishment, he wouldn’t have wanted that kind of reaction but this was only a little game for them both to enjoy – and Nolofinwe clearly enjoyed it very much. A shudder coursed through him when he knelt down and Maedhros saw the muscles of his abdomen clench. He grinned. The plug was doing what it was supposed to.

“Well?”, he said sternly, pushing Nolofinwe’s chin up with the crop.

Nolofinwe licked his lips, his pupils blown wide with arousal. “My prince”, he croaked. “I apologise for disfiguring your coat of arms and beg your forgiveness.”

Maedhros put the crop aside and caressed his cheek. “You beg so prettily. I forgive you. Kneel on the bed, hands and knees.”

Maedhros undressed while Nolofinwe positioned himself not leaving him out of his sight, then sauntered over, sitting down between his spread legs. Nolofinwe gave a high pitched yelp when he pinched one of the crop marks. Maedhros laughed and kissed the same spot then he dragged his tongue up the curve of his ass. His cock was throbbing, he reached down to stroke himself for a moment. He wouldn’t be able to draw this out for long. He felt Nolofinwe shudder when he pulled the plug out – he was close, too.

“I missed this so much”, Maedhros groaned when he entered him. “My núro, well prepared and hot around me.”

He pulled back and thrust hard into him again. Nolofinwe gasped and Maedhros stifled a moan against his neck, burying his face in his hair – he smelled like pine, Maedhros smiled. He pulled his hip up to get a better angle and fucked him hard, let his own pleasure be fuelled by Nolofinwe’s moans.

“Come for me, my núro”, he growled into his ear. “I want to feel you come while I’m deep inside you.”

Nolofinwe’s hips jerked into his motions, his muscles clenched around him and Maedhros thrust a few more times before he came, too. He gasped in air and licked the sweat off Nolofinwe’s shoulders before he slowly eased down beside him and embraced him.

“Thank you”, he said. “I’m so glad you came here, even though I wrote something else.”

Nolofinwe squeezed his hand silently, giving him a tired, content smile.