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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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"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.

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