That was the idea- to make Fingon forget. To warm every inch of him. Maedhros loved being able to do that for him. His husband was his light, and his life. To be able to heal even a little of the damage done, he would give everything.

The groan sent a shiver through him and his hips rocked down, rubbing slowly against Fingon's. He tilted his head to press a kiss to his husband's neck, nuzzling the skin gently.