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And with that, my work for this year’s @silmsmutweek is done.
This one is… yeah, not worth reading. But I somehow knew instantly that today’s prompt was the one chance this fic had to ever get published. Yes, you’ve read quotes of it if you ever read any of my works. I really wrote that only to myself, and therefore used the scenes I liked in other stories. Apologies also for not using the ‘Dark’-theme in the way it is meant to be used, and for posting a smut-fic that actually has a MCD/Suicide warning. (Also this last chapter fits my series, if I can work out how to only add one chapter of a fic to a series)
(Snippet; Full story on AO3, link above)
Once again, Elu gave no answer, but ran his hand slowly over Mablung’s stomach, until it came to rest on his cock. Almost against his will, Mablung laid back his head. He did not want this, wanted to shake Elu back to his senses and then force him to answer his question, or better even to eat, force him to pull himself together, but his mind seemed to have no more control over his body. At least not while Elu was stroking his cock in just such a way.
”Don’t call to the Valar, I don’t need the feeling of Manwë watching.”
Elu’s remark made Mablung chuckle in spite of himself, and oh, what a wonderful, wonderful relief. Then Mablung felt Elu shift a little, only to press a gentle kiss to his cock a moment later, felt his tongue caress him. He had not expected that at all, and even less to feel Elu take him into his mouth a moment later. He arched his back and whined, his hands finding their way into Elu’s hair. This was too much, he no longer had any control whatsoever, even while his mind was still painfully aware of what this was. Elu had never been able to bear seed anywhere near his mouth, had never been into sucking or indeed being sucked, so his giving this to Mablung now, his forcing himself to bear the sensation, could only be a parting gift. Something to remember him by.
It was too long that Mablung had last found relief, the sensation too powerful, so that Mablung felt that he would not endure it for another moment without spilling.
“I’m coming… oh, please, Elu, let go, I’m coming!”
When Elu did not heed his words, Mablung pulled him off his cock by the hair, not caring if he hurt him. He needed to last a little longer still.
“No. I don’t want to have my pleasure at your expense. Let me love you, please.”
Elu rubbed his head slightly, and opened Mablung’s clenched fist with a wry smile, pulling strands of his silver hair from Mablung’s grip and waving them before his face.
“Well, you didn’t listen!”
For a moment, they both grinned at each other, then Mablung nudged Elu into lying back down, raising himself to his knees instead. He stroked Elu’s flank and felt him shudder at the touch.
“I will be careful, I promise.”
“Turn on your side!” Mablung said gently, carefully spreading Elu’s legs, caressing his balls and his cock until he was fully erect, drawing, for the first time this evening, little moans from his friend’s throat. Mablung licked his fingers, in want of any other salve, and carefully started to prepare Elu, letting his finger slide in and out of him. Elu gasped, and Mablung felt him tense.
“You need to relax…” Mablung whispered softly.
“I can’t!” Elu whimpered, fresh tears running from his eyes.
“No… it’s just… it hurts, it hurts so much. Not what you’re doing, nothing bodily. But if I give into that now, I’ll… I’ll lose control!”
”You have to let go, Elu. Not for my sake, not for fucking. For yourself…”
Mablung stroked Elu’s stomach gently, slowly letting his hand wander again to his cock, which made him wince, overly sensitive to any touch.
”I’m here. I’ll protect you, even from yourself.”
Elu nodded and reached out to Mablung’s hand and stayed it over his cock.
“Don’t stop, Mablung. Please.”
“No, I will not. Tell me what I can do for you, and I shall do it.”
“Fuck me. I don’t care if it hurts. Just take me as you like. I’m yours.”
And now, at last, Mablung understood. This was how it had been back on the Journey as well, Elu pleading with him to just take him, to lift all responsibility from his shoulders for a moment. This was so painfully, so endearingly familiar that Mablung could not help but take Elu’s hand and press his lips to it. Then, so as not to give himself any time to get even more sentimental, he pushed into Elu without so much as a warning. Unsurprisingly, Elu cried out, hastily biting down on his other hand to stifle the sound. Mablung grew utterly still, allowing Elu to accustom to the stretch.
”It’s been a while!” Elu panted.
“I know. But it is still as beautiful as it was.”
“So impatient all of a sudden?”
”Cruel, one could call you!”
Mablung asked innocently, playing with Elu’s nipples and noting with satisfaction how his cock twitched with every pinch of Mablung’s fingers.
”I wish I could honestly say I won’t beg… but I will, if that is what’s needed.”
”No. I don’t want you to play. I want you to let go.”
And with that, Mablung started to thrust into him, ignoring Elu’s panted moans, soon slipping into a rhythm that suited both of them. It didn’t take Mablung long to be, again, on the verge of his climax. He knew his movements became increasingly rough, knew that Elu’s moans were no longer solely of pleasure, but he was utterly lost now. He needed, he wanted Elu to come first, though, wanted to feel his orgasm, so started stroking Elu’s cock in rhythm with his thrusts, until Elu stayed his hand with trembling fingers. They both moaned as Mablung felt Elu’s cock pulse, spilling his seed over his fingers, while the muscles that enclosed Mablung’s cock contracted around it. The sensation was too much for him, and he thrust into Elu once more, before he reached his climax with a small cry as well, while Elu was still coming into his hand.
Mablung made sure they both were really done before gently withdrawing his softening cock from Elu’s body, who still lay curled up on the ground, shaking all over. Yet, as Mablung lay beside him, running his fingers down his spine, Elu turned and kissed Mablung, a fierce and desperate kiss they once again lost themselves in. When finally they did break apart, neither one could hold back his tears.
