Fingon: *sneaks away into a small alcove that seems to lead to a courtyard* At last. Some air.

Maedhros: * The moment he gets outside, he throws his head back and inhales deeply.* Please tell me that was as horrid as I felt it was? That I am not just insane?

Fingon: No, you're not insane. Perhaps it's the Halls that do it to them. *shrugs*

Maedhros: *sagging against him* Why is it that I rarely ever see my father, but when I do, I wish I had not for another Age?

Fingon: *wraps his arms around Maitimo* I can only be my poor self. *brushes a lock of brilliant hair off a pale temple* I can't change your father any more than I can make mine behave better. *softly* But we can stay out here.

Maedhros: *softly* I would like that..*Leans in and softly ... with an almost innocence, kisses Fin. Elegantly long fingers skim over the curve of one pointed ear as Maitimo holds him.*

Fingon: *shivers with pent-up emotion as he returns the kiss tentatively, tightening his arms almost imperceptibly*

Maedhros: *Feeling the rush of emotion as just the tip of the mountain is bared, he cups Fingon's face in gentle hands and looks into his eyes.* We are too polite for our own good. But forget them. I've missed you.. I need you.

Fingon: *smiles, bringing his hands up to cover Maedhros' own and wordlessly drawing him into a deeper kiss*

Maedhros: *Fire that burns more brightly than that of any Balrog, flares between them as they kiss. His eyes flutter closed as he drinks in the sweet essence of his Fingon. Between kisses, he smiles and whispers* I saw that spark of jealousy in you, mela nin.. When the Mirkwood elf was flirting.

Fingon: *laughs quietly* Jealousy?

Fingon: A bit.

Fingon: If I'm honest.

Fingon: I would have brought him here if you liked, I suppose.

Fingon: *pulls Maedhros tight against his body*

Maedhros: *Grinning wider as Fingon speaks and shaking his head. * No.

Fingon: But it's always been you.

Maedhros: *brushing lips over Kano's ear* You are the only one for me, my valiant one.

Maedhros: *melting into the strong embrace, he feels tears of joy and does not even try to hold them back.* I love you. So.. very much.

Fingon: *shivers at the breath and lips on his ear and presses his own lips against Maitimo's pale throat, kissing his way up to nip gently at his earlobe, saying softly* And I love you, more than is good for me. *urges Maitimo's hands to touch him with gentle pushing*

Maedhros: *A soft cry leaves him at the nip and he needs little urging to slid his hands slowly down Fingon's back and firmly grips the muscled cheeks to bring him close.* You must.. to rescue me from such peril. *softly* And now I can touch you with both hands again..

Fingon: *gasps at the touches and finds all his grace has left him suddenly...he fumbles with Maitimos clothing, a frustrated little sound escaping him* Rescuing you is proving to be something of a challenge just now. *makes a small choked sound as two strong hands touch him* I...I love your hands. Both of them. *tears are in his eyes, and he hates himself for them*

Maedhros: *Capturing both hands, he kisses the shaking fingers one by one.. then quickly unhooks the silver that holds his tunic closed and lets it drop down to a stone bench that is beside them. He moves onto Fingon.. first kissing away the tears and then skillfully robbing him of his own tunic. As pale skin glistens in the moonlight, he smiles. * Beautiful as ever.

Fingon: *his face colours at the complement, and he shivers at the small kisses to his fingertips. He moves greedily against Maedhros, drinking in the warmth and closeness of his body, reveling in the long-missed sensation of skin on skin, finally whispering* More. *He pushes ineffectually at the remainder of Maedhros' clothing, laughing at his own clumsiness, knowing Maedhros will understand him as no other does.*

Maedhros: *Maedhros finds the sudden lack of grace charming and smiles bright as the stars above at his love. He takes one nervous hand in his own and presses it firmly over his yet clothed growing hardness. Keeping it firmly there, he presses in closer and nibbles along Kano's lips, flicking his tongue over them once they are thoroughly bruised.* Feel how much I've missed you?

Fingon: *Passion sparks in Fingon's eyes.* Aye. I feel it. *traces the outline of Maedhros' erection through his leggings with a feather-light touch, then suddenly reverses their positions, grinding himself shamelessly against Maedhros* I think the feeling is very mutual. *flashes a very wicked smile*

Maedhros: *It's Maedhros' turn to feel his cheeks burn but he doesn't let it stop him from pulling Kano into the grass behind the bushes that line the courtyard where he proceeds to ravenously tear down leggings, desperate to feel skin on skin.* Please...oh Findekano.. please..

Fingon: *His breath hitches both at the feeling of a very naked Maedhros against a fast-becoming equally naked him and at the sound of Maedhros' words. He moans softly, blazing a trail of burning kisses from Maedhros' collar bone to his navel. He pauses, his breathing shallow as he gently pushes Maedhros to the grass while taking him excruciatingly slowly into his mouth*

Maedhros: OOoooohhhhhhKKAAnnnooo! *Clamping his eyes closed, his legs sprawl to either side of Fingon as hips buck up slightly. He breaths in short rapid gasps and glances down with fingers wrapping around dark hair to watch beautiful lips sliding down over his thickened pride.* You'll kill me, kano!

Fingon: *withdraws equally slowly* I certainly hope not. *rests on an elbow* Shall I stop, then? *doesn't wait for an answer, but redoubles his efforts instead, wrapping lips and tongue around Maitimo's shaft, holding his gaze for as long as possible*

Maedhros: *There is little more erotic than this, he thinks as his cousin tortures him with love. Bitting down hard on his lower lip, Maedhros lets his hands roam.. giving light touches to shoulders, throat and ears. His back arches and he cannot help but thrust up into the delightful warmth of Fin's mouth. His skin is on fire and he moans, biting down on one finger to hold back louder cries.*

Fingon: *increases his pace and shivers at the sounds his cousin is making and the touches he's receiving. He trails one finger between Maitimo's legs, brushing his tender opening and further on, then settles his fingers to cup the globes below where his mouth's attentions are currently focused*

Maedhros: *Thrashing about, his russet red hair fans over the grass like a pool. Each touch brings him closer to the sweet loss of control that he treasures with Fingon. As the finger tickles him, he gasps and would buck, but strong hands hold him and he growls in frustrated need. He knows he must be leaking and looks down again to his cousin.* Are you thirsty, my beloved? If you keep going, I won't be able to hold back.

Fingon: *releases Meadhros and slides up his body* You'd have other ideas, would you?

Maedhros: *lets out a long strangled whimper as the warmth and heat leaves.* Such a tease, mela. It seems perhaps you have other ideas. *Grinning now, he turns the tide and wrestles Fingon to the ground, straddling him so that their sexes rub as he rocks himself over his cousin's hips.* Do you think they will talk about us?

Fingon: Pf. No. I think they're all far too wrapped up in themselves. Besides... *gasps at the positively sinful effect his cousin has on him* ...you know how I love a good scandal. *brings a hand to grasp them both in unison, stroking laguidly*

Maedhros: Mm I do. Then we must return the room as debauched as my father. *Leaning back, his hands flat on the ground, he inches forward until his rounded cheeks are rubbing against the thick blessed peak of Fingon's length. His hips rise and fall, pushing into Fingon's hand and slowly letting himself sink onto his lover. He hisses at the slight pain and goes a bit slower, but does not stop.*

Fingon: *eyes widen at the sight and sensation of his beautiful Maitimo joining with him and he does his best to restrain himself, knowing that they are...unaided* Beautiful... *He raises his hips and changes the angle slightly, pushing gently and bringing his free hand to Maitimo's hip*

Maedhros: *The pain is excrusiating, but it's rawness is what makes the joining so incredibly primal. He knows he'll feel this sweet ache for days. Licking his lip, he sucks in swift air as Kano shifts and steadies him. He can barely breath, but he bounces softly, forcing his body to relax and take his beloved inside. Just when he thinks he can take no more, he feels the soft nest of silky hairs tickle his bottom and he knows Fingon is fully inside. Smiling though small fast pants, he leans down and hungrily kisses him.*

Fingon: *kisses Maedhros with open eyes and like his fea depends upon it, holding him close and moving with care, increasing their pace and watching for signs of pleasure or pain in Maedhros' face*

Maedhros: * Both cross his eyes and lips, but pleasure is definately at the foreground. He locks eyes with Fingon and rides him a bit harder, reaches behind him to let fingers trickle over the soft satin sacs below.* It feels good, mela.. let yourself go now.. I can take it.

Fingon: *steadies Maedhros with a hand and does so, driving upwards with sharp intake of breath through his teeth. He strokes Maedhros now in counterpoint to his thrusting, urging the vision of fiery beauty above him to move as he will*

Maedhros: *Not caring now who might hear them. he lets out sharp cries at every powerful thrust as his thighs work to strike him down hard against the uprising hips. It's almost violent as they reach the peak of their union and Maedhros hair flashes like copper in the moonlight. With one hand behind him.. the other reaches foreward and pinches nipples.. then moves to trace the outline of gasping lips. On one massive thrust, his eyes go wide, lips part in a silent scream and his body stiffens. A fountain of hot seed flows from him, coating Fingon's chest.*

Fingon: *shivers as though from both overheat and from cold at every brush of fingers, every pinch, every sigh, every cry, then feels Maedhros' body tense and opens his eyes to watch as pleasure overtakes him. Fingon's heart hammers and his breathing halts as he feels Maedhros' climax pulse through him, and then his own washes over him like the tide, pulling him under and drowning him. He knows he's speaking, but isn't sure what until the very last...* ...love you, Maitimo...

Maedhros: *Tears stream down his face as he leans down and kisses Fingon fiercely. He cannot control his wild emotion and knows that he is sobbing, but with such happiness to finally be with his other half. He feels the release that connects them, hit deep inside and it is so much that it trickles down. * I love you, my sweet, beloved Kano.. Against all odds, I always will.

Fingon: *pulls Maedhros down to rest against him, holding him close and pressing tender kisses to his face, his lips, his hair* I'm extremely fortunate, then. *smiles against the russet hair*

Fingon: *after a time pulls back a bit and examines Maedhros* I think you definitely look sufficiently debauched...

Fingon: *laughs quietly*

Maedhros: *Looking down at them both, he joins in the laughing and rolls over, lightly smacking Fin's hip with his palm.* Don't I always with you? Should we return? Assuming I can walk?

Fingon: *grins* I don't think we even need to go indoors. I hear a bunch of rowdies in the fountain just over there. I think our parents are there. *rolls his eyes and hands Maitimo some clothes in the dark, unsure whose are whose*

Maedhros: *Maitimo puts on whatever is handed to him, although he is quite sure the pants are not his.. and looks to where the lights shine over near the fountain.* I really only want to parade in front of atar before I follow you home.

Fingon: *peers over a fence* We-elll....

Maedhros: * Arches his brow* Not worth parading?

Fingon: I...I can't see if he's there...

Fingon: We could walk by and see...and then go in the main hall and parade by MY atar.

Fingon: *grins*

Maedhros: *Laughing and nods* Aye, sounds splendid!