Satisfaction, Long Awaited by Elrond's Library  

He whimpered beautifully, Aredhel thought with a sly smile no one could see.

Sated and satisfied by the attention paid to her already, she was content to watch the show her favorite Feanorions were putting on for her. Propped up on as many pillows their home in Himlad could offer, Curufin was cradled against her chest, her ankles hooked around his knees in the bare suggestion of a hold. No doubt he could break free if he wished, but she knew he didn’t, he wouldn’t.

His broad hand engulfed hers where it lay against his chest. He was tense, holding himself back from bucking into Celegorm’s throat.

“Relax, Curvo,” Aredhel whispered, nibbling on the tip of his ear. “Let us take care of you, yeah?”

She could tell he was struggling to follow her instructions, struggling to cede control, but he was trying. Aredhel could tell he was getting close again. She pressed a kiss to his hair, braids half undone and messy.

Celegorm, his braids completely undone and a flush high in his cheeks, popped off Curufin’s cock with an obscene sound. Curufin whined, high in his throat. “Tyelko …”

Celegorm smirked up at them. “What, Curvo? You wanted something?”

“You bastard,” Curufin cursed, edging off the precipice of his orgasm for the third time this evening. “You fucking bastard, come back and finish what you started.”

Celegorm just grinned, sitting on his heels and stretching. His spine popped and cracked like wet wood on a fire. “And if I said no?” he asked, low voice dripping with amusement.

Curufin snarled another curse, his Khuzdul percussive and unintelligible, his hands reaching for his brother. Aredhel held him back with a laugh; Celegorm was also smirking.

“I think,” she said carelessly, “that if you want to keep your tongue you should put it back to use, Tyelko.”

Celegorm knelt over them both, giving them both lingering kisses. He trailed yet more kisses down Curufin’s flushed chest, heaving belly, tense thighs, before laving his tongue over Curufin’s cock and swallowing it down once again.

Curufin’s entire body went rigid under Celegorm’s rapt attention. Aredhel nibbled at his ear again, pressed lingering kisses to his back hair, let light fingers drift across his neck and chest. He shook in her arms.

“Come for us,” she murmured, loud enough for Celegorm to hear. He hummed around Curufin’s cock in agreement. “Be a good boy for us, Curvo.”

“Please,” he begged, his back arching. “Please don’t stop. Please.”

Celegorm didn’t stop. Curufin groaned, shaking apart at the seams as he came.

Aredhel let Curufin’s wrists go as he relaxed into her embrace, twitching with the aftershocks of an orgasm well earned and long awaited. She finger-combed his hair where she could reach it, undoing messy braids and smoothing tangles. Celegorm stretched out by their side, a content smile on his face.

And for a moment, in this bed with its red sheets and plush pillows, in this single moment in time, everything was all right. 

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