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Without so much as a knock, Celegorm entered Curufin's room. Despite the present rift to their circumstances, there were still some duties he was suited for - when there were other needs at play - and it was evident from the way in which Celegorm immediately began undoing his belt that nothing existed in the way of obstructing Curufin from executing said tasks.
Slamming the door shut in a pointed, swift flick of his hand, Celegorm stood still and silently, quite ready for Curufin's obliging nature. // @artaresto
archi moved it here because i got embarrassed
Each night was the same ritual for Curufin now: after dinner, which was usually spent picking at food alone, or if he was lucky after he had spent some time fumbling about in the workshop, he would return to his room, close the door behind him, and lay down in bed, studying the uneven surface of the wall for however long until morning came again. Sometimes sleep did not come, sometimes it did; it did not matter truly to him. As long as nobody intruded on him, as long as it was quiet and still in the room, he was content.
The sudden click of the doorknob then sent a jolt through his entire body, and he spun around quickly to see whom it was, hoping that perhaps it was just some servant come to return something he had forgotten. But no, it was his brother, a presence most unnatural and unnerving. Why was Celegorm here when he had clearly expressed wanting nothing to do with him? He only watched Celegorm’s hands work, then looked back up at him with a confused and uneasy silence. Though he sat up, Curufin made little effort to move, and only pulled his body closer to his chest.
Somehow, being met with such complete silence had never occurred to Celegorm. Neither of them had been left unaffected by their recent misfortunes, but for his brother to look at him with utter silenced confusion, as if presented with a task entirely unfamiliar to him, felt almost bizarre. Celegorm's jaw tightened at the notion Curufin was only playing an injured fool to try and win his pity, or better yet, simply because he truly was a pathetic cretin unable to own up to or apologise for what had been entirely his doing.
A sigh, heavy and rife with impatience, whistled past Celegorm's teeth.
"Come here. I don't have all night", he said rigidly, and discarded the clothing from his waist to the floor in a heavy thud.
His brother could not be serious, could he? Until Celegorm spoke, Curufin could not tell if this was some sort of joke he didn’t understand, if his brother was truly serious in wanting him to take care of urges that surely would’ve been better suited to Celegorm’s own hand. But it seemed that his brother had indeed set his mind to it, decided that this was Curufin’s task though Curufin knew not why, and Curufin found himself, as always, incapable of denying it.
He clambered out of bed, and immediately his posture tensed when he was no longer within the warm safety of his blankets. And Curufin did not really want to do this—no, something about Celegorm’s mood frightened him, and he felt as though a wild animal cornered, knife pressed to his throat.
“We… shouldn’t,” Curufin said softly, though he knelt in front of his brother regardless. No desire blossomed in his stomach, his heart felt nothing but the same fear it had ever since they relocated to Himring, and he wished again in futility that everything could just go back to how it was before.
What the fuck is the matter with you, Celegorm wanted to say, brow furrowed in confusion and annoyance both. It was almost hard to believe this was the same Curufin, who had previously so gladly tended to his pleasures. Finding it more irritating than anything, he wondered for how long his brother would keep up this ridiculous act of apathetic meekness.
"Be quiet", Celegorm grunted as he stroked himself to full readiness. There was little pleasure now in the act itself, but something about seeing Curufin still submit and obey before him stoked his pride enough to be worth it. As his hand sank into the dark curls while the other aligned himself with his brother's mouth, Celegorm could only wish his love for the feel of that hair in between his fingers burned as well as it did in his memories.
Whatever complaint he might’ve made, some concern about Maedhros finding out, or that he was worried about Celegorm as of late, died in his throat at those words. Curufin supposed it was not his place to ask either, what with being the sole cause of their misery, and his repentance came in the form of doing everything in his power to make Celegorm happy. So he spoke naught, then, and opened his mouth as his brother would’ve wanted.
Yet he could not shake off the feeling that he should be enjoying himself in some manner as he took his brother into his mouth, witn how much love and affection he still held for Celegorm in his heart. He found himself enjoying very little as of late, not the fruits he once loved nor the ringing of steel when his hammer struck it. Only the bed and a book, penned by their later father, that he had pilfered from their eldest’s collection still brought him some sense of pleasure, or at least a sense of ease that otherwise escaped him even in the safety of Himring.
Curufin’s gaze briefly flicked up to his brother, then. Celegorm was still handsome as ever, with his brilliant eyes and fetching features, and Curufin did wish above all else to please him, even if he found little enjoyment in the act. And so he began to move his head, taking Celegorm deeper into himself, whining softly with each languid movement.
As he had thought, his brother would not be of a mind to refuse him. Had Celegorm not already been certain nothing in the world could keep Curufin from his favourite activities, he would have known himself entitled to them regardless. After all, his brother's tendecy of driving away any additional parties keen on replacing him had rather ensured it.
The tension that usually pinched Celegorm's shoulders square evaporated and let them relax in an exhale of satisfaction. He did not look at his brother again but closed his eyes as the hot mouth began stoking the need in the pit of his stomach with its pleasure.
Usually, in the past, he might have offered Curufin some words of encouragement. Now, however, all his brother received were Celegorm's strained grunts that escaped his breath. The hand in the dark hair curled a fistful unapologetically when the elder could stay himself no longer, and slowly, his hips began chasing the pleasure of Curufin's mouth for themselves.
Without so much as a knock, Celegorm entered Curufin's room. Despite the present rift to their circumstances, there were still some duties he was suited for - when there were other needs at play - and it was evident from the way in which Celegorm immediately began undoing his belt that nothing existed in the way of obstructing Curufin from executing said tasks.
Slamming the door shut in a pointed, swift flick of his hand, Celegorm stood still and silently, quite ready for Curufin's obliging nature. // @artaresto
archi moved it here because i got embarrassed
Each night was the same ritual for Curufin now: after dinner, which was usually spent picking at food alone, or if he was lucky after he had spent some time fumbling about in the workshop, he would return to his room, close the door behind him, and lay down in bed, studying the uneven surface of the wall for however long until morning came again. Sometimes sleep did not come, sometimes it did; it did not matter truly to him. As long as nobody intruded on him, as long as it was quiet and still in the room, he was content.
The sudden click of the doorknob then sent a jolt through his entire body, and he spun around quickly to see whom it was, hoping that perhaps it was just some servant come to return something he had forgotten. But no, it was his brother, a presence most unnatural and unnerving. Why was Celegorm here when he had clearly expressed wanting nothing to do with him? He only watched Celegorm’s hands work, then looked back up at him with a confused and uneasy silence. Though he sat up, Curufin made little effort to move, and only pulled his body closer to his chest.
Somehow, being met with such complete silence had never occurred to Celegorm. Neither of them had been left unaffected by their recent misfortunes, but for his brother to look at him with utter silenced confusion, as if presented with a task entirely unfamiliar to him, felt almost bizarre. Celegorm's jaw tightened at the notion Curufin was only playing an injured fool to try and win his pity, or better yet, simply because he truly was a pathetic cretin unable to own up to or apologise for what had been entirely his doing.
A sigh, heavy and rife with impatience, whistled past Celegorm's teeth.
"Come here. I don't have all night", he said rigidly, and discarded the clothing from his waist to the floor in a heavy thud.
His brother could not be serious, could he? Until Celegorm spoke, Curufin could not tell if this was some sort of joke he didn’t understand, if his brother was truly serious in wanting him to take care of urges that surely would’ve been better suited to Celegorm’s own hand. But it seemed that his brother had indeed set his mind to it, decided that this was Curufin’s task though Curufin knew not why, and Curufin found himself, as always, incapable of denying it.
He clambered out of bed, and immediately his posture tensed when he was no longer within the warm safety of his blankets. And Curufin did not really want to do this—no, something about Celegorm’s mood frightened him, and he felt as though a wild animal cornered, knife pressed to his throat.
“We… shouldn’t,” Curufin said softly, though he knelt in front of his brother regardless. No desire blossomed in his stomach, his heart felt nothing but the same fear it had ever since they relocated to Himring, and he wished again in futility that everything could just go back to how it was before.
What the fuck is the matter with you, Celegorm wanted to say, brow furrowed in confusion and annoyance both. It was almost hard to believe this was the same Curufin, who had previously so gladly tended to his pleasures. Finding it more irritating than anything, he wondered for how long his brother would keep up this ridiculous act of apathetic meekness.
"Be quiet", Celegorm grunted as he stroked himself to full readiness. There was little pleasure now in the act itself, but something about seeing Curufin still submit and obey before him stoked his pride enough to be worth it. As his hand sank into the dark curls while the other aligned himself with his brother's mouth, Celegorm could only wish his love for the feel of that hair in between his fingers burned as well as it did in his memories.
Without so much as a knock, Celegorm entered Curufin's room. Despite the present rift to their circumstances, there were still some duties he was suited for - when there were other needs at play - and it was evident from the way in which Celegorm immediately began undoing his belt that nothing existed in the way of obstructing Curufin from executing said tasks.
Slamming the door shut in a pointed, swift flick of his hand, Celegorm stood still and silently, quite ready for Curufin's obliging nature. // @artaresto
archi moved it here because i got embarrassed
Each night was the same ritual for Curufin now: after dinner, which was usually spent picking at food alone, or if he was lucky after he had spent some time fumbling about in the workshop, he would return to his room, close the door behind him, and lay down in bed, studying the uneven surface of the wall for however long until morning came again. Sometimes sleep did not come, sometimes it did; it did not matter truly to him. As long as nobody intruded on him, as long as it was quiet and still in the room, he was content.
The sudden click of the doorknob then sent a jolt through his entire body, and he spun around quickly to see whom it was, hoping that perhaps it was just some servant come to return something he had forgotten. But no, it was his brother, a presence most unnatural and unnerving. Why was Celegorm here when he had clearly expressed wanting nothing to do with him? He only watched Celegorm’s hands work, then looked back up at him with a confused and uneasy silence. Though he sat up, Curufin made little effort to move, and only pulled his body closer to his chest.
Somehow, being met with such complete silence had never occurred to Celegorm. Neither of them had been left unaffected by their recent misfortunes, but for his brother to look at him with utter silenced confusion, as if presented with a task entirely unfamiliar to him, felt almost bizarre. Celegorm's jaw tightened at the notion Curufin was only playing an injured fool to try and win his pity, or better yet, simply because he truly was a pathetic cretin unable to own up to or apologise for what had been entirely his doing.
A sigh, heavy and rife with impatience, whistled past Celegorm's teeth.
"Come here. I don't have all night", he said rigidly, and discarded the clothing from his waist to the floor in a heavy thud.
🍆 // gorm and fin…..
Cheeks flushed from exertion, Tyelkormo resisted the urge to wipe sweat from his brow as he stared down at his brother across the knife pointed at him. The blade sparkled with a well tended menace, whose capabilities were ones Tyelkormo knew all too well.
Even so, it was not the alarmingly close iron that drew the hunter's attention but the fierceness that presented itself so deliciously in Curufinwe's expression. Although not a match for himself - no he would never let his brother really best him - each time Tyelkormo had to admit seeing his brother so fully enmeshed in physical training had a certain quality to it that made him ready and prepared to take the activity to a more intimate direction.
Sometimes that preparedness rose to the occasion more visibly than other times.
"Give that here", Tyelkormo's lip twitched in a suggestion of a wicked grin with a glimpse of teeth beneath, voice light despite the danger. His strong grip closed around Curufinwe's arm to pull him near, near enough to bring the knife point, too, even closer.

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🍆 for anyone!!! feanare (he will be bullied), martano (could be doing a job in nargothrond), hear me out maybe dior?
The seven had gathered under their starred banner once more. Their attack on the exposed kingdom of Doriath tore through it like wild fire in the wind, the oath stopping or showing mercy to none who might hider it.
Celegorm's new madness took glee in it. He fought more fiercely and cruelly than he had before, snatching every opportunity that presented itself to maul or maim his opponent for his pleasure, and forfeit all rules of propriety and the role of the elf for the feral beast, whose madness was the only thing left to drive him on. Bloodied in his furs and splattered bronze, he met the king, who he gave wild chase and tireless assault, sweating and steaming hotly in his mad frenzy.
The second king of Doriath was pretty, but it was not that which had aroused another force in the Feanorian hunter beneath his skirts. Rather, it was the duelling of a surprisingly skilled opponent worthy of his own merit. Celegorm knew behind each lunge and swipe the peredhel took at him his own end may have been lurking. End which he craved as much as lust or rage or fire or any other thing that would now appoint some new direction to his life. But it was lust that was upon him then, for blood or otherwise it mattered little and felt all the same.
Seizing a window in their brutal dance, Celegorm threw the half-elven lord to the floor and pinned him down with the bulk of his own body.
"Fight me hand to hand, king, for I miss the liveliness of your mother."
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Beleg allowing Orodreth to play with Belthronding was something the prince never seemed to tire of. The smooth, dark wood in his grasp, he could hardly draw the bow on his own, but with the help of Beleg's steady fingers it could be made possible. Sat in the marchwarden's lap, with Beleg's chest feeling so solid against his back and his words gently tickling warm instructions into his ear, Orodreth found it easy imagine other occasions they had found themselves similarly arranged. He laughed, cheeks flushed, and felt himself full of love and happiness for his captain - to the most evident degree.
"Will you shoot me with your lover's arrow?" he giggled amorously, as his grip on the bow slackened and the attention of his sparkling eyes was drawn to his lover.
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His love sceptre is full of love
Usually, Orodreth did not feel so strongly in such an unfortunate a place as this. He had been rather flushed before by Mormegil's aggressive assertion in the council room but never to such an evident degree that left him rather unable to know how to sit.
His Mormegil handled his lords so fiercely, his stance and posture quite like he might as well have hovered over them in a decided duel than handing to them verbally exactly what he thought of their views on governing. He dealt with Orodreth's court like he owned it, which the king in turn was perhaps too accepting of, painfully aware as he was that a handsome man in the possession of the power to rein them in was all he had ever desired.
When Mormegil had finished to allow some feeble defence from an opposing lord, it was evident to the king how little his clothes could disguise the effect from the captain sat beside him.
"I.. I believe I am... Indisposed", he attempted quietly. Stumbling for an appropriate word only seemed to make his face burn more, as he rested his hands in his lap. Silohir would have naturally already staged some miraculously effortless exit for his majesty, but the valet's station hardly allowed him present at a state meeting, no matter how convenient his master might have now found it.
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Orodreth could not untangle the meaning of the words said. The wine in his system made his thoughts behind his softly lidded gaze dwell on the kisses even more than he might have done sober. Being so completely the centre of Turin's attention made it seem like his previous loneliness had never existed there at all.
If his desire did not dizzy him enough already, being laid down so made his world spin unrelentingly for the moment that he was not distacted from the sensation. He could not dwell on it for long before the state was pushed away by the rather more intriguing feeling of Turin's weight upon him. The third kiss left him feeling completely spoiled and the consuming heat of it was repaid in full with a noise of contentment rising from his throat.
Drunk as Orodreth might have been, he was assuredly aware he had never felt so deep a desire nor wished to be loved quite so ardently. Had the man deprived him of his warmth and affection just then Orodreth was sure he would have faded on the spot. To ensure Turin's further encouragement, he only sought to pull his companion closer.
A flutter of glittering shades of turquoise organza revealed the entirety of the soft thigh that hooked around Turin to aid the elf in his endeavours. Softly too did his hands caress the handsome face, only to linger against the grain of his beard, which finally made Orodreth part with a delicate gasp and look at Turin, flushed with excitement.
"Are you feeling very hot, too?"
Túrin, ever the insistent and bold, was so in the pursuit of the affections of the king and having an influence so mighty over him. It gave him a sense of pride and confidence, he thought as he pressed himself against the warmth of Orodreth cradled carefully underneath him. A heavier breath was exhaled through his nostrils when he heard Orodreth's own quiet sighs rising from the chaise. He eagerly brought himself closer with the encouragement.
The man's broad chest rose and fell at the excitement and warmth of both alcohol and his companion. It was slowly all effecting him the more, one compounding the others. And he was not being discouraged.
His eyes fell closed in his own waves of feeling, with king and captain fully enraptured with one another. He tilted his head to the hand which pet his beard (it was beginning to grow into a rather unruly length, for he was keeping himself more groomed here than he had been for a very long time). It was not without some further encouragement by Orodreth to stay so.
With a slow blink, he looked down at Orodreth and chuckled very lightly: a rather rare sound. "Indeed. Yet I mind it not, if it is because of you," he answered, his hand brushing along the soft, porcelain skin of the thigh resting over his hip. Truly did he not mind, for his eagerness pressed gently into the elf's other thigh.
Turin's touch stroking along his thigh sent a shiver up Orodreth's spine, and for a moment it stole his sole attention, until another sensation caught it. He could not stop his smile from spreading as he felt the man's want against him.
Collecting himself from the dizzying happiness that surged within him - surely it could only mean his Mormegil loved him - Orodreth heaved a sighing sound that was far too sensual for any other occasion, and stretched his arms above his head to guise the rubbing of that thigh against what he had found as something completely coincidental.
"I think", Orodreth began, gazing at the man as if what he was about to say could only be counted as a perfectly innocuous, ordinary thought to express. "I would feel rather more comfortable in the nude. This gown is laced at the back. Perhaps I should call Silohir or..?" His thigh shifted again with more pressure applied.

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He's had a few...
"My prince."
Beleg sauntered up to Orodreth, taking his hand rather forcefully and pressing a kiss his soft knuckles. "You are so radiant tonight." Taking his hand, he held him close, and kissed his lips, pressing him firmly against his chest.
"Come to bed with me."
"To lie down?" Orodreth's eyes glittered with carefree happiness as he gazed up at Beleg. Being squeezed in such a clumsy manner wasn't half bad after the generous amount of drink they had shared in between them - and certainly not when it was done by one so agreeable. That opinion at least appeared to Orodreth as the ultimate truth and manifested itself upon him as visibly as only possible in his adoring looks and touches that swept Beleg's face, utterly captivated by the way he looked just then.
Then the prince laughed, as he tended to do easily in the company of this captain.
"You certainly seem to be in the need of the prospect. I doubt you would be able to stand without me."
NSFW TURIN
How interested they are in having sex with them: Orodreth was exchanging the secrecy of his country for the doom dick. Call that very interested!
If they would rather bottom or top them: Bottom.
How good they think they would be: With Turin's charisma and physique and sheer confidence we can't blame Orodreth for imagining it would be the dream.
If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: Shower!
If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: All of these I think
If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: Beleg obvs
If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen: The rest of Nargothrond prays it won't but unfortunately their prayers are in vain 😔
NSFW meme from Beleg of course
How interested they are in having sex with them:
You know it's not the real Orodreth if he isn't interested. 😌
If they would rather bottom or top them:
Bottom. Don't make him top!
How good they think they would be:
He thinks someone as lovely and attentive and strong as Beleg can't be anything short of excellent.
If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them:
Wall or shower. Orodreth would like to feel his strong knight lift him up.
If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love:
I think any!
If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick:
Turin.. If Beleg was still around that time.. His dream.
If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:
He sincerely hopes so.
[NSFW] curufin. for his most handsome bro
How interested they are in having sex with them:
Quite if Celegorm's bored. It's a way to pass the time for sure. Also if he's experiencing some heightened emotions. Angry, sad? He knows who'll have to take responsibility lol.
If they would rather bottom or top them:
He'd never let Curufin top.
How good they think they would be:
I don't think he thinks about this at all. It's just a way to take the edge off and the rest doesn't matter.
If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them:
What an odd selection. I don't think it matters.
If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love:
Fuck or have sex.
If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick:
Not going to happen.
If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:
Constantly.
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How interested they are in having sex with them: How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: If they would rather bottom or top them: How good they think they would be: If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:

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Celegorm barked a laughter at this confession, and sat silent considering it for a moment.
"Well, she is a wild thing wearing the form of a fair maiden. Perhaps she should be hunted in such a manner." A goofy chortle interrupted his speech.
"Although.. I wonder if she could endure my treatment."
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