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The vast halls of King Ñoldóran were thankfully, mercifully, silent aside from the lilting birdsong that rang outside, and the occasional turn of a page that slinked through the air. Having arrived less than half an hour previously, Findekáno silently leant up the doorframe, arms folded and one leg crossed behind the heel of the other. He had been standing for approximately three minutes outside one of the smaller sitting rooms, growing more amused as time went on. Whatever book his cousin Maitimo was engrossed in truly had to be remarkable, as he had not noticed Fin standing in the doorway.
Maitimo at least looked peaceful. Curled in the corner of a large, mustard-yellow couch with a golden-tasselled, midnight-blue cushion in his lap and one elbow resting on the arm of the furniture, he slowly read his novel, fully absorbing each word.
"Must be a good book," Fin finally said, a wide grin spread over his face.
Maitimo jumped and he quickly closed the literature, grasping at the cushion. "Manwë, Finno! You scared the shit out of me! How long have you been standing there!"
"Long enough," Fin sniggered, pushing himself off the frame and sauntering across the room. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, there was an unmistakable expression on Maitimo's face. Like a child caught doing something they really shouldn't. "What are you reading?" Fin asked, plopping himself down beside his cousin and resting his arm across the back of the couch.
"Oh, uh, it's nothing. Boring."
"You're a terrible liar," Fin accused, squinting his eyes as he watched Maitimo's nose blush pink and he leaned over to grab the book.
"No, fuck off!" Maitimo protested, raising an elbow against Fin to block him, but Fin if anything was determined, and with a lot of struggling and some tickling, the book was freed from Maitimo's grasp.
Fin jumped from his seat ready to escape his cousin as he quickly leafed through the hardback, focusing on one page and skim-reading through it. Scandalous, Fin thought, a smile curling on his lips and his eyebrows rising. The scene he landed upon was pure debauchery and there was little left to the imagination; he would never have thought his cousin would read such things. Maitimo on the other hand had given up the fight when Fin sprung to his feet and instead, embarrassed, he watched Fin's seemingly amused face.
"Nelyafinwë!" Fin gasped mockingly, using his formal name for the effect, and paraded around the room holding the book proudly before him, "Ahem, 'Pounding into her, he could feel her cunt juices streaming out, coating his skin, and he knew he wouldn’t last...', Russo, I'm shocked!" Fin laughed as his cousin held out an expectant hand to take the book back, but Fin kept it to himself and continued reading quietly, dropping back onto the couch.
Fuck, Maitimo thought. It wouldn't have been so bad if Makalaurë had caught him, he would have just laughed it off. But Finno? Finno wouldn't let him live it down, not yet at least.
But for Fin it was deliciously salacious. Russo read such things? Secretly, deplorably, Fin relished the idea. He couldn't deny that his cousin was attractive, everyone thought so, and his name was Maitimo, for Valar sake. Yet Fin always felt a little embarrassed calling his cousin by that name, especially as he grew older and began to have his own thoughts of desire. Fin also couldn't deny the times he had perhaps stared a little too long at Maitimo's body when they went swimming, or when he had snuck a glance at his cousin's shapely legs and muscular buttocks defined by years of horseriding. Nor could he deny the times when he had been alone in private, exploring his own body, wondering what it would feel like if his hands were replaced by... Fin snapped the book shut and handed it back to his cousin, quickly shovelling such ideas deep down into the depths where they belonged, but still smirking as he did so.
"Don't start," Maitimo huffed, curling a little tighter in the corner of the couch and stuffing the book down between the arm and the seat cushion.
"What's up with you anyway?" Fin laughed, watching Maitimo's oddly defensive body language and playfully tugging at a corner of the cushion.
"Don't!" Maitimo warned, holding the pillow tightly before his voice trailed off. "I, er... I can't stand up, alright?"
"What do you—" Oh. Maitimo had been reading an erotic book that had raised more than just his interests, and Fin's mind began to wander again despite his will not to. He had seen his cousin unclothed before numerous times, as nudity was never something to be ashamed of in Aman, but Fin's gaze had slipped further south more often than was appropriate, and Valar, Maitimo's immense height wasn't the only thing that was big.
"Can I see it?"
Fin's gaze met Maitimo's. The elder cousin stared momentarily, processing the question, while Fin began to panic. Fuck, shit, dammit! Fin had only intended to think that, but the words had slipped out of his big, stupid mouth before he had time to connect his brain. Quickly he scrambled to come up with an apology or some joke to ease the situation, but Maitimo spoke before he even had a chance.
"Uh, sure?"
Maitimo gingerly shifted in his seat, dropping one foot to the floor and lifting the pillow from his lap. Fin could hardly believe his eyes. This was really happening, and if it was at all possible, his brain was having far fewer thoughts. Unintentionally, his mouth dropped open and his eyes lowered to his cousin's lap.
"Varda and Manwë, Russo!" Fin gasped, now staring at the shape that swelled in Maitimo's breeches, snaking across his hip and pointing toward him, "That thing's huge!"
Maitimo couldn't help the meek grin that crept up on him and he blushed again, feeling incredibly warm now that Fin was staring at his concealed erection. Sure he had noticed the lingering looks from his cousin when they swam together; when the cool waters peeled off his skin as he pulled himself from the water, or when they changed clothes in each other's company. Inadvertently, Maitimo's erection twitched at the thought of Fin watching him lecherously, and Fin didn't miss the pulse underneath his clothes.
"I ah... I didn't know they could get so... big." Fin said, still blatantly staring at the bulge. Without thinking, Fin's hand slid across the seat cushion that divided them and he leant forward a little. "Can I see it... you know, properly?"
Maitimo chewed his lip. There was one thing in being nude before Fin, sure. But to let Fin see him erect? It was absolutely, deliciously indecent, and his heart began to thump rapidly inside his chest. "Uhh, I don't know —"
"I'll show you mine if I can see yours?" Fin said quickly, hoping the possible shared awkwardness would alleviate the tension growing between them.
Maitimo's mind numbed for a moment. The thought of them both blatantly staring at one another nude was appetising, to say the least. And without another word, Maitimo's fingers began to untie his breeches as Fin's eager eyes watched, and he pushed his clothing down just enough to pull his stiff cock free.
Fin's breath caught in his throat.
"The fucking size of it!" Fin managed to hiss, staring at the formidable length presented before him. A series of blue and purple veins ran lightly across almost the entire surface, while the pale tone of Maitimo's skin grew darker into a strained pink toward the tip, which remained uncut. And though it had a good girth, its size remained consistent along the entire length. Fin wondered what it would feel like in his hand, and just how heavy it would be.
"It's not that impressive," Maitimo shrugged, absently stroking himself and pulling his foreskin back.
Fin barely suppressed a whimper, unable to tear his eyes away. "It's about the size of my forearm!" he whispered.
"Let's see yours then," Maitimo whispered back, hardly believing those words had passed his lips, the tension in the air now almost unbearable.
Fin twisted in his seat, placing both feet on the floor and wasted no time in unfastening his own clothing. Then bracing his back against the couch he lifted up to push his hose down his thighs and expose himself. Fin was nowhere near as sizeable as his cousin, but his cock was still impressive in its own right. Uncut just as Maitimo's was and holding its own measure of girth, the only visible vein was a solitary one that ran along the top side, blue in colour and rapidly swelling as it hardened.
"It's pretty," Maitimo continued to whisper, his eyes now transfixed on his cousin's lap.
"Pretty!" Fin laughed, holding his cock steady at the base. "I've never heard one to be called pretty before!"
Maitimo snorted and managed to rip his attention away back to his own length, giving himself another stroke and shaking it a little.
"Is it heavy?" Fin asked, chewing the inside of his bottom lip and also beginning to stroke himself.
"I've never really thought about it," he shrugged, running his fingers down the underside and causing his cock to twitch again. "I guess so, yeah?"
Fin was enraptured by the sight and could barely direct his attention elsewhere. Maitimo was sublime in every sense of the word. A perfect body conceived by two master crafters, and one that Fin appreciated every moment he could. "Can I feel how heavy it is?" Fin breathed, already imagining his fingers wrapped around it.
"Okay," Maitimo said dismissively, but the rush of heat that spread through his groin almost nullified his faux nonchalance.
Swapping his own cock from his right hand to his left, Fin carefully reached out and touched Maitimo's hot skin. It felt soft under his fingertips. Like velvet. Delicate yet strong, and he slowly enclosed his fingers about Maitimo's cock, squeezing a little to understand its weight and texture.
Maitimo barely caught the groan that threatened to escape his throat, but Fin still heard the almost indiscernible short exhale, and curiously he ran his hand up the entire length, gently squeezing at the tip before sliding back down. Maitimo didn't protest. But now Fin was totally transfixed and began stroking both Maitimo and himself, enjoying the sensation of his cousin in his hand. "If anything, it's you who has the pretty cock -" Fin breathed, barely noticing the quickening change of his heartbeat. "- Yours is perfect, symmetrical..."
"Symmetrical?" Maitimo repeated, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.
"Well yeah, mine has a distinct vein on it."
Maitimo said nothing in reply, but his hand reached over and brushing Fin's hand away, he replaced it with his. "Your's feels... nice," he said and slid the pad of his thumb up along the vein to the tip. Fin shuddered, half slipping his eyes closed at the caress and rolling his hand around Maitimo's exposed tip. Maitimo didn't even try to stop the quiet groan that rolled from his throat, and quickly Maitimo and Fin found themselves stroking each other. Well-versed hands working unfamiliar cocks, fingers searching every vein, every tight stretch of skin and sensitive tips as their breathing came in short, shallow gasps.
It was Maitimo who came first. Without a word and only a held breath as a warning, finally exhaling long and slow as he climaxed. But watching the spectacle and with Maitmo's large, warm hand curled around his cock, it didn't take Fin long to follow. A stifled whine escaping his lips as spurts of come covered his stomach.
The pair sat for a short while afterwards, each processing what had transpired between them, before they turned to look at one another again.
"I think we should get cleaned up before someone finds us," Maitimo suggested, and Fin coyly smiled in return.
"Maybe we could do this again sometime?" Fin said cooly, trying to downplay the moment as he re-dressed himself to the best of his ability, his own orgasm staining his clothes.
"Yeah, maybe," Maitimo said, hiding the excitement that pooled in his stomach.