“I am,” he mumbled automatically, though he didn’t even glance up from where he was carefully wrapping thin leather strips around the hafts of the throwing axes he’d just finished sharpening to form the grip. Creating a smooth grip while maintaining the axe’s balance required careful precision.
There were two done, neatly laid out on the floor on a blanket, the last in line still waiting.
He moaned softly as that finger pressed deeper, but it was not enough, still not enough. His brother had lit a fire in him, deep and demanding, one that would not be sated until he was aching thoroughly and utterly spent. Fili pressed kiss after kiss to Kili’s mouth until it drifted down, his head tipping back with a quiet groan when teeth sank into his skin. He pressed up into it, savoring the ache of ownership in the bite. The picture Kili’s words presented, of being left like this, waiting ready according to Kili’s whims had him shuddering and pressing his hips up. Sometimes Fili imagined just such a thing, of being the one without pressing responsibility, when he could surrender and simply let go, not worry about the time or locked doors or what tomorrow would bring. Of simply being for Kili and no one else – he wanted to be that for him.
With that, Fili realized that he was happily looking forward to the time Kili would call in his winnings – perhaps a little too happily.
A sharp breath came as Kili’s fingers pulled free, wanting to protest, but he realized that he could feel the organ still in his passage thickening. He shivered and buried his fingers in Kili’s hair, hugging him close and rolling his hips to encourage it, nuzzling into what part of him he could reach. “Always yours,” he agreed in a murmur, “Everything I am. Everything I have. Take it all, leave nothing behind.”
It was one of
the reasons why they worked out so well, maybe. With his brother bearing so
much responsibility in daily life, Fili was more than eager to hand that
responsibility over to his brother when possible – in their bedchamber, for
example – and Kili, on the other hand, was more than willing to accept it.
Being his brother’s most loyal right hand man in battle and politics, that did
not mean he would have been willing to let himself be dominated by his brother
in every other way as well. They were two sides of a coin, indeed.
He felt
Fili shift and press his hips up against him, causing another smile to cross
his face as he kissed him, long and deep, but soft and caressing, a sharp
contrast to the rough moving of his hips, claiming and conquering his brother
once more despite him not being fully hard yet. “Well?” he whispered against
Fili’s lips, “How does it feel, me growing hard inside you? D’you feel every
inch of m’cock stretching you?” Maybe he was a little too eager to call in his
winnings in return, too. It was too tempting, though; the thought of his
brother actually ready and spread out for him, subjecting to every of his
whims. There was a certain thrill to it, to have his brother beg for more, with
his hair running wild and feeling the pulse of his blood so very deep inside. “Do
you feel how much I want you?” he went on, grinding his hips up against his
brother’s body once more, burying himself to the hilt again, and keeping him
there, his other hand around his cock holding him tight, but having stopped to
move as he kept him pinned, “Tell me, Fee. Tell me how much you want me.”
keep careful watch of my brother's s o u l;; 