#some of those will go away when i edit lol but then again there’s 35k of this

[bropunzeling]

For the wip meme, scent :D

(69 occurrences.... nice 😭🤘)

A mix of sweat and shower soap and the evergreen scent that Matthew already knows to be Leon’s floods his lungs, coating his tongue. His heart booms in his chest; his palms start to sweat. The soreness in his muscles that comes with a back-to-back is washed away, replaced by a familiar dull ache that permeates every inch of his body.

“Shit,” Matthew says, closing his eyes and swaying on his feet.

[actualmermaid]

DVD commentary for some porn

as requested by @breadprincess

It’s going under a cut because it’s NSFW, but ENJOY I WORKED VERY HARD

This is from chapter 6 of The Ice Between, i.e. the chapter where Maedhros and Fingon finally get it on.

“Nice socks,” he teased gently.

“Huh?” Fingon lifted himself up on his elbows. His right leg was bent and Maedhros was holding the back of his thigh, but he was looking at his foot with an expression of exquisite amusement. “You sent those to me!” Fingon said, somewhat defensively. The socks were green and white with a pattern of leaping deer and were, in Fingon’s opinion, not unattractive.

“I know. You look adorable in them.”

“You were in the middle of something?” Fingon reminded him with a laugh. “We can discuss my socks later— ooh.” Without further delay, Maedhros took him in deep. Fingon fell back against the pillows and curled his fingers in Maedhros’ hair. Everything, his tongue, his hand, his lips, were dedicated to Fingon’s pleasure. He stroked him and sucked him and Fingon couldn’t have stopped himself from crying out for anything in the world. He knew how much Maedhros enjoyed this and that knowledge only made it better and his body more desperate, and as he felt his release beginning to build inside him, he arched his back and pulled tighter at Maedhros’ hair and tried to hold on just a  little  longer so he could have his fun.

“I—Maedhros, I’m going to—” He was pulling his hair so hard it had to hurt, but Maedhros just kept it up and hummed in encouragement. When Fingon finally broke, it was with a cry that was halfway between a laugh and a sob. Maedhros released him and swallowed once. He held him while he caught his breath and after a moment, he rested his head on Fingon’s stomach. Fingon had to take some time gather his mind back up. His body suddenly felt tired and heavy and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he got cold again, but in that moment he was too comfortable to move. He stroked Maedhros’ hair where he had been pulling it. “Was it as good as you remember?” he said at last.

“Better. Thank you.” Maedhros kissed his navel softly.

They lay in silence for a moment, breathing, touching each other, and Fingon’s mind was only just beginning to catch up.

We did it, he kept thinking.  We did it. We didn’t have to stop. We came. He’s holding me, he’s smiling…  Maedhros  was smiling, soft and satisfied, and he pressed more tender kisses to Fingon’s body, following the contours of his bones and tracing his fingers over his hip. His bright hair spilled over his face and it was silky to the touch as Fingon kept stroking it. He could not have pulled his hand away for anything in the world.

We did it.

This was actually one of the earliest scenes I wrote for this fic, believe it or not. I ended up editing and rewriting it multiple times before I was satisfied, because I knew the whole fic was leading up to this moment and it had to deliver. The longer The Ice Between got (I originally estimated 10k but it ended up like... 35k), the better it had to be.

This bit, however, is nearly unchanged from the very earliest draft, because I really liked how it came out:

“Nice socks,” he teased gently.

“Huh?” Fingon lifted himself up on his elbows. His right leg was bent and Maedhros was holding the back of his thigh, but he was looking at his foot with an expression of exquisite amusement. “You sent those to me!” Fingon said, somewhat defensively. The socks were green and white with a pattern of leaping deer and were, in Fingon’s opinion, not unattractive.

I wanted Maedhros to notice the socks, and I also thought the detail where he’s holding Fingon’s leg like that was kind of hot, so IT ALL WORKED OUT.

Re: the matter of Fingon’s Business Socks, that was always going to be part of the fic for several reasons:

I think it’s funny (see also: the song “Business Time”)

It’s scientifically proven that sock-wearers have better sex

It was linked to the drama of him getting frostbite on the Helcaraxe

Because TV Tropes, of all things. There was some commentary on how you never see characters removing their socks before sex, so I resolved to write a sex scene where one party was wearing socks. I made that decision literal years ago.

I’m only half-joking when I say that this is what the Business Socks look like.

Here’s a very intentional passage:

Everything, his tongue, his hand, his lips, were dedicated to Fingon’s pleasure. He stroked him and sucked him and Fingon couldn’t have stopped himself from crying out for anything in the world. He knew how much Maedhros enjoyed this and that knowledge only made it better and his body more desperate, and as he felt his release beginning to build inside him, he arched his back and pulled tighter at Maedhros’ hair and tried to hold on just a  little  longer so he could have his fun.

Throughout the fic I try and characterize Maedhros as just... the most attentive and generous top. I remember having A LOT TO SAY about this while I was writing the relevant scenes, but since it’s been a whole year since I started posting (what the fuck), I can’t remember all of it. I do know that there’s a lot of fic out there where he almost has to be convinced to have sex or to be in a relationship with Fingon and he’s the more rational and level-headed one (lol) about the potential complications, and I wanted to flip that around. He likes to get Fingon off and takes pleasure in doing it well.

Regarding this paragraph:

“I—Maedhros, I’m going to—” He was pulling his hair so hard it had to hurt, but Maedhros just kept it up and hummed in encouragement. When Fingon finally broke, it was with a cry that was halfway between a laugh and a sob. Maedhros released him and swallowed once. He held him while he caught his breath and after a moment, he rested his head on Fingon’s stomach.

This is actually some stuff from the very first draft I wrote, but it’s all chopped up and rearranged because I liked the wording but it didn’t fit in with what I wanted the scene to be. For one thing, their roles were originally reversed, but I realized it worked better if Maedhros was going down on Fingon instead of the other way around.

The original sex scene was actually super different in terms of who was touching what and at what point in the scene, but I think the final version comes the closest to the mood I had in mind. Writing sex scenes is super, super difficult for me because I am ACUTELY AWARE of how awful badly-done sex scenes are, so I agonize over them every single time. This went through a lot of revision and a lot of whining and a lot of hating the whole thing, but I’m still pretty happy with how it came out.