#throwback thisday

Thanks for the tag @zealouswerewolfcollector! Today, I bring you an excerpt from A Proposition (E!!), a Russinglor fic the silmkinkmeme made me write (made me, I tell you), and which absolutely scandalised me at the time, such that I vowed never to come off Anon. Well, that didn't happen, and I have written much more scandalous things since, but this one is a rollicking good time in my humble opinion.

Maitimo chuckles and seizes Findekáno’s hand, twisting it behind his back to keep it from continuing to tickle. “He was writing on the veranda when we passed by. You really didn’t see him? I assumed that you were trying to show off your superior lung capacity,” he drawls, teasingly. “I would never dream of challenging your virtuosic little brother on that count,” Findekáno replies. He conjures up a memory of Macalaurë’s full, irresistibly sensuous voice and pinches his brows, thinking, ‘What would that voice sound like in the throes of passion?’ It would be quite something, he imagines. “Maitimo?” he asks. Maitimo hums his acknowledgement as he releases his arm and brings his chin to rest against Findekáno’s head.

“Have you ever heard Macalaurë make love?” There’s a long silence. “No,” Maitimo says at last, “come to think of it, I haven’t.” He inhales deeply and Findekáno can feel him tense slightly. “Finno,” he says seriously, “I might be a terrible brother but I am not even sure if Macalaurë has made love.”