On the Kings Throne by arafinwean
Summary: Fanor doesn't like it when Finarfin flirts with others.
Categories: Fiction Characters: Fanor, Finarfin
Content: Explicit Sex, Incest, Kink, PWP
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes Word count: 1094 Read: 57 Published: January 08, 2018 Updated: January 08, 2018
Chapter 1 by arafinwean
Author's Notes:
i got a request for Feanor/Finarfin throne sex on my tumblr. Needless to say, I filled it.
They shouldn’t be doing this, Arafinw knew, they shouldn’t be here in the throne room, Fanro shouldn’t be lounging on their father’s throne like he’s already king.

But Fanro had been troubled of late, had been irritable and brash and when he saw Arafinw shamelessly flirt with one of the Teleri that had come to Tirion, Arafinw had thought that Fanro would have gone after the man Arafinw had been flirting with, with how intense Fanro’s gaze had been on the two of them.

But no, instead Fanro had come after him, had come storming into Arafinw’s rooms just as he was about to get ready for bed and dragged him to the throne room where Fanro had pressed a hard, selfish kiss against his golden brother’s mouth.

Mine, the kiss seemed to say, and Arafinw saw no point in arguing that claim.

When they parted, Arafinw let out a breathless laugh.

“Is that why you brought him here brother?” he asked, amusement dancing in his heterochromatic eyes, “So that I may pledge myself to you as I had done before?”

“You are mine,” Fanro said, neither denying or verifying the claim, but trailing his fingers in firm strokes across Arafinw’s jawline, “I see no reason why you should look to another for what you already have.”

“And what do I have, brother?” Arafinw murmured, letting Fanro lead him toward the throne. For a moment, Fanro gazed at him so sharply Arafinw thought he overstepped before Fanro let loose a throaty chuckle.

“You know what you have, brother dearest,” Fanro said, his voice dark and commanding as he sat on their father’s throne, legs spread so Arafinw could see how hard he was.

Arafinw let loose a laugh, ignoring how his own length had hardened at the sight of Fanro on the throne he would one day claim. Arafinw stood atop the steps that led to the seat Fanro was on and knelt before his half-brother.

Fanro’s gaze sharpened, but he said nothing.

“My king,” Arafinw said, taking one of Fanro‘s hand and kissing the house ring that sat there, “My lover,” he added at Fanro‘s hand came to cup his cheek, “Mine.”

Fanro made a noise at Arafinw’s final claim, it was almost as though he was proud of his brother for making such a bold statement. Heavy silver eyes watched as Arafinw took Fanro’s thumb in his mouth and sucked once before letting go.

Arafinw looked up at him through golden lashes and Fanro swore he would damn his brother for his next words.

“What would you have me do, my king?” Arafinw purred, letting Fanro guide him so they were face to face, “Would you prefer me on my knees? My lips around your cock while you use me for your pleasure? Or would you rather thrust into me, making me writhe and moan on your lap?”

“Quiet,” Fanro commanded, voice steady despite the hardness Arafinw could feel against his thigh, “Kiss us,” Fanro said.

Arafinw shivered but obeyed.

The kiss was languid, Fanro easily claiming the mouth he knew so well but never giving Arafinw the passion he craved. Arafinw moaned into the kiss, longer fingers coming up to tangle themselves in Fanro’s hair and tilting his elder brothers head back so Arafinw had better access to Fanro’s mouth.

Fanro laughed at Arafinw’s attempting at control before thrusting up and grinding their lengths together. The low, drawn-out moan that Arafinw gave him was music to his ears.

Fanro broke their kiss to gaze at Arafinw’s flushed face, his golden brother had his eyes closed as he chased his pleasure, grinding himself down against Fanro’s cock. For a moment Fanro wished he was a painter so he could capture the image of Arafinw in the throes of pleasure in a more permanent way.

Instead, he made grabbed Arafinw’s hips, stopping the movement and smirked when Arafinw’s eyes snapped open to glare at him. Kiss-swollen lips turned down in a frown.

“Fanro,” Arafinw hissed, a warning, but Fanro merely smiled.

“Ride us,” he said, and Arafinw’s eyes darkened.


Fanro watched as Arafinw thrust back into the fingers stretching him. His gold hair, hair that Fanro had in a locket around his neck, fell into Arafinw’s face as Arafinw’s mouth opened in a silent scream as he fingered himself.

“Enough,” Fanro said and Arafinw let out a moan of protest but stopped anyway, his eyes fluttering open to gaze at Fanro‘s cock with unconcealed lust.

When Arafinw lowered himself on Fanro’s cock, felt the slick slide and drag of it in him, he made a sound between a gasp and a moan while Fanro laughed, breathless, in his ear.

“Do you like that, brother?” Fanro asked as they started moving, each thrust making Arafinw gasp a little louder, “Do you like my cock so much you have no qualms letting me fuck you where anyone could watch?” At this, Fanro gave a particularly hard thrust and Arafinw let out a moan that wouldn’t be out of place in a pleasure house, “Would you like it if I invited your Teleri friends to watch you? To see how you pleasure yourself?”

“Fanro,” Arafinw pleaded, breathless and burning with want, “please-”

Fanro laughed, breathless and cruel and slowed his pace. Arafinw whined, low and filthy and desperate.

“Would you like it if we shared you?” Fanro asked, voice harsh, “If we let others fucked you where they would?”

Arafinw tried to speak, tried to protest as Fanro thrust violent in him.

“No,” he managed at last, “No.”

“Who do you belong too?”

“I’m yours,” Arafinw said, “Always yours.”

Fanro made a noise of approval and laid a gentle kiss to Arafinw’s neck as he thrust up one final time.

The noise Arafinw made as he came was beautiful and Fanro followed not long after.
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