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Date: 2015-11-27 06:32 am (UTC)
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They were alone, didn't have to hide. Maedhros smiled against Fingon's neck and he pushed himself up a little more to make it easier for his husband to untie and push his robes open. He nibbled his way up to tease an ear.

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Date: 2015-11-27 07:36 am (UTC)
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Maedhros settled comfortably in place and chuckled. "You would have me no other way," he teased, kissing the sensitive ear. He moaned softly with the teasing fingers and rolled them again- grinning up at Fingon. His hand ran up to smooth down his husband's chest.

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Date: 2015-11-27 08:24 am (UTC)
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Fingon was perfect in every way. He was bright. He was Life. He was heart and so very beautiful. Maedhros couldn't dream of life without him.

Seeing his husband bare himself never grew old or failed to take his breath away. And the way Fingon teased him! Maedhros couldn't help the surprised little laugh but followed him to the bed.

"How could I forget?" This part of Fingon only he got to see. He stretched out, pillowing his head on his bent right arm to watch, left bent so his hand could rest relaxed on his hip. Never looking away.

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Date: 2015-11-27 09:00 am (UTC)
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"It would be a sad day indeed were I kicked from my own bed!" Maedhros grinned and pressed against him, letting the kiss lengthen the moment.

He didn't even try to hide his own arousal, pressing his hips forward against his husband's and slipping his hand around to pull Fingon closer. Maedhros kissed him again, then smirked and brought his hand around to stroke his husband's cock. "Under the pillow, Beloved."

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Date: 2015-11-27 09:36 am (UTC)
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"I do!" The groan had Maedhros smirk against Fingon's lips. He'd known his husband would come to him- so of course he'd made sure they wouldn't have to leave the bed once they got there.

His breath caught with the stroking, hips jerking into his husband's hand. "Fingon," he murmured softly.

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