After the party

[celegorm]

Celegorm's flat was small but tidy, and he thanked every god he could think of that the cleaning lady had come the day before. He fumbled with the lock and pushed the door open with his hip, holding it wide for Thranduil to step inside. "It's not much, but it's home."

Thranduil looked like sin in pants, a savage beauty, a walking dream. Celegorm's pulse quickened. "I can give you a tour if you'd like."

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[theelvenking]

Thranduil stepped into Celegorm's flat, his eyes quickly taking in their surroundings. All he really wanted was to drag Celegorm to the bed. He'd been more than half-hard since they'd kissed and being here only sent the rest of his blood pulsing southward. He rounded on Celegorm, pushing him against the wall and kissing him. He started with heat and tongue, lips parting on a sigh to taste and feel, then threw his whole body into the kiss, hips grinding against Celegorm's. He wanted to go slow, but there'd be time enough for slow. Right now he wanted them naked.

[celegorm]

So much for his plans for a slow seduction. Celegorm had wanted the upper hand, to be the one calling the shots and driving his lover to distraction. Thranduil grabbed any plans he had foolishly made and tossed them to the curb, along with what was left of Celegorm's inhibitions. The kiss stole his breath, leaving him gasping against those full lips and reeling with his back slammed against the wall. Clearly, he'd underestimated the sheer force of nature that was Thranduil.

It was the slow roll of Thranduil's crotch against his that jolted him into action. Grabbing at the back of Thranduil's head, Celegorm returned the kiss, heated and hungry, tongue sweeping through the blond's mouth with a sense of urgency.

[theelvenking]

Celegorm's responsiveness was headier than any drug. Thranduil was unaccustomed to being matched strength for strength, desire for desire. Yet here they were. He was aflame, nearly mindless and desperate more. Yet he couldn't bear to pull away from the kiss long enough to strip.

He arched into the kiss, letting his hands roam, over shoulders, down biceps, slipping to a hard chest and lower where one palm cupped a welcome hardness while the other grabbed a handful of taut ass.

[celegorm]

Celegorm pushed himself forward into Thraundil's hand, grinding mindlessly, chasing the friction and the warmth of the sudden touch. He melted into a swirling pool of pure sensation, a haze of lust dulling his senses, reducing him to want and need and desire and a kiss that owned him.

"Eru...I want you." he asked roughly, pulling back just far enough to give voice his fervent desire. With a hand on Thranduil's shoulder and the other round his waist, he walked them slowly backwards until the back of Thranduil's legs hit the sofa. A gentle shove is all it took to send them both tumbling down onto the cushions.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil let himself be moved, but never once did his mouth leave Celegorm. If they were not in a heated lip lock, his mouth was feasting on whatever skin was near. When he felt the sofa at his legs, he went down willingly, falling into a graceful sprawl with Celegorm slotting perfectly between his legs as though made for him. "Valar! You are maddening," he gasped as he tugged Celgorm's shirt from his slacks. "Too many clothes!" he huffed, but was unwilling to pull away to remedy the situation himself.

When at last he freed Celegorm's shirttails, his hands finally found warm skin along a strong back. The position allowed him two handfuls of ass which he took advantage of, grinding up and holding on tight.

(OOC: Sorry. Saturday got crazy.)

[celegorm]

"I agree," he mouthed against the curve of Thranduil's neck. He sat back on his haunches, whipped off his sports coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. His fingers played over each tiny button, working them through the buttonholes at a glacial pace, but his eyes never left Thranduil's face. When at last the edges of his shirt fell open, he shrugged out of the shirt and dropped it over the edge of the sofa.

Thranduil lay sprawled out beneath him like a buffet waiting to be sampled. Where to start? He slid his fingers under the hem of Thranduil's soft sweater and eased it upward. His lips quickly followed, nibbling across a flat abdomen to nuzzle Thranduil's bellybutton.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil groaned in complaint as Celegorm sat up, but he began undressing and Thranduil was transfixed, lips parted, eyes darkening as Celegorm teased him. Thranduil's hands rested along strong thighs, but he was passive, mesmerized by the show, lungs unable to draw air as he watched.

And before Thranduil could take advantage of all that newly bared, glorious skin, Celegorm was distracting him.

He moaned aloud at the touch, hand running through Celegorm's hair. "More, dammit. Want all of you."

[celegorm]

Celegorm chuckled and ran his tongue along the ridge of Thranduil's bellybutton. "Patience is a virtue," he hummed, kissing higher over a taut midsection. He shoved Thranduil's infernal sweater higher and wished to high heaven that thing was on the floor next to his jacket.

"I'll strike you a bargain," he said just as he flicked his tongue over a peaked nipple. "Undress and I'll give you whatever you want."

[theelvenking]

"Fuck patience!" Thranduil growled, hand tightening in Celegorm's hair, but then all his breath was stolen as Celegorm made his head spin with only his tongue.

He gasped and scrambled to sit up, sweater coming off as he rose. His grace had apparently fled when he stepped across the threshold.

Instead of standing to strip off his pants, he pressed forward, bare chest brushing Celegorm's and the very touch was electric. He ducked his head in an uncharacteristic moment of shyness before taking the opportunity to taste. He mouthed along Celegorm's clavicle as he wrapped his arms around his lover, then nipped at his chin, along his jaw until he could suck in Celegorm's earlobe. Releasing it, he murmured, "I want to suck you off, then fuck you."

[celegorm]

"And I cannot wait to see them." Celegorm reluctantly pried himself away from Thranduil's embrace only long enough to kick his crumpled pants off of his ankles and onto the floor next to the rest of his clothes. His dry cleaner would be thrilled to see him. For a moment, he simply stood next to the sofa, drinking in the languid beauty of his lover draped so elegantly on his sofa, and he half considered taking him again right where he lay, but other equally pleasing enticements lay just down the hallway. Smiling, he held out his hand. "Come with me. I promise the water is hot and the shower is clean and I've been told my back-soaping technique is unparalleled."

Thranduil's hand felt warm in his and he led him back to the bathroom, which was large for London standards. He reached in and flipped on the water, then pulled Thranduil into an embrace. "We have a few minutes before the water heats up." While they were waiting, he intended to heat Thranduil up. Again.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil gazed up at Celegorm, indolent under his regard. But one word and an offered hand from his lover, and Thranduil arose, grace and humor restored. He followed, smile soft as he was tugged into strong arms. He wrapped his arms around Celegorm's waist, head tilted back as he looked at his lover. "And what did you have in mind?" he purred before leaning in for a kiss.

[celegorm]

Oh, gods, that kiss. Slow and teasing and sensual. Warm, plush lips sliding against his, slick tongue licking into his mouth. Celegorm felt it all the way to his toes. "That, actually," he said, grinning into another kiss.

But why just taste those ripe lips when there were so many delectable treats to sample? Celegorm kissed his way along Thranduil's jaw to nibble at a sensitive patch of skin just behind his ear. "And this." His teeth closed around Thranduil's earlobe and tugged gently. "And that." He couldn't resist tracing the cusp of Thranduil's ear with his tongue. "Well, and maybe a little of that, too."

Steam rose from behind the shower door and slowly fogged the bathroom. Celegorm pushed his lover backwards into the shower and under the warm water. Ah, now the fun was beginning!

[theelvenking]

Thranduil basked under Celegorm's attention, surprised at his unerring aim for all of the places that made Thranduil's heart lurch and his breath catch. He was caught and unable to think, merely able to respond. He moaned, bit his lip, but couldn't stop the way he gasped. With each kiss, each touch, every nudge and push, Thranduil fell harder under whatever spell was being worked on him. If he could think he'd be astonished at the wanton hunger Celegorm drew from him.

The water seemed to pull him back to lucidity for a moment and, as a consequence, he twisted to push Celegorm against the shower wall so he could slide slowly down his lover's bare form, tongue following rivulets of water toward his goal. He'd said he wanted to suck Celegorm off and he meant it. Water sluiced down his face, but he never took his eyes from Celegorm's.

[celegorm]

The look in Thranduil's eyes sliced right through Celegorm's chest and wrenched it hard, causing him to inhale sharply. Just when he thought it wasn't possible to want anyone more, Thranduil managed to find yet another thread of need to pluck and tweak. Celegorm bit his lip and watched as his lover sank to his knees in front of him.

It was no secret that Celegorm enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, the sublime pleasure in capturing and taking anything he desired, but there was a distinct appeal in relinquishing control, in submitting to one who was just as willful and determined as he was. Celegorm locked eyes with Thranduil. "Please..." he exhaled, unashamed.

[theelvenking]

That one word and Thranduil was lost, so desperate to give this one elf everything. Wordlessly, he demonstrated all the skills he'd honed on others over the years, but none of those partners over the years had ever made Thranduil feel like this: claimant and claimed, dominant and submissive. It was a confusing yet heady mix that he couldn't make sense of. So he dove in, hands kneading the most amazing arse as he nuzzled soft curls, then nipped at a jutting hip.

He feasted on Celegorm, teasing, eyes closing in pleasure as he ran his lips, tongue, and teeth over firmly muscled thighs and back, until his mouth watered and he finally allowed himself to sample his goal. He started with lapping at the water dripping off the head, then sucked in the crown, slowly lowering himself, swallowing, tongue flattening as he drank in his lover's taste and scent.

He used his palms spread against Celegorm's buttocks to push his lover forward and he hung there, throat fluttering around the firm length until he had to draw back to take a breath.

(OOC: Dammit. Wrong account. Again.)

[celegorm]

Celegorm relaxed back against the shower wall, partly because he wanted to enjoy every single nip and nibble and kiss to his overly sensitive body, but mostly because he didn't trust his knees not to betray him and buckle. So when Thranduil's hands kneaded his bottom, he moved forward easily, boneless and compliant with heady need, and pushed himself farther into Thranduil's willing mouth.

"Ai..." Celegorm's little cry slipped from his parted lips unintentionally, but he didn't care. Only one as skilled in lovemaking as Thranduil would be able tear such a broken plea from a battle-hardened warrior like himself, and it was a prize his lover had earned. If he were in possession of all his faculties, Celegorm would have liked to whisper sweet words of praise, but breathy gasps and moans and quiet pleas were all he could manage at the moment. Thranduil was breaking him apart from the inside out.

"Nnnghh..." Celegorm threaded his hands in Thranduil's silky hair and tugged gently, urging him onward.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil moaned at the tug in his hair, shoulders rolling forward as he inhaled and dove in again, his whole body focused on the task at hand, the considerable pleasure he gained from the activity incidental to drawing out Celegorm's.

He settled into a rhythmic swallow-suck-withdraw-inhale, bobbing until he was floating on a steady stream of pulsing pleasure and restrained desire. He lost track of time, but something pulled him out of the stupor and he opened his eyes to gaze up along the line of the glorious hardened body, up-up until he stared, rapt. Celegorm was leonine, commanding, lean, battle-hardened, hewn to perfection and Thranduil forgot to breathe.

[celegorm]

Celegorm arched his back and let his knees fall apart as Thranduil licked and sucked and nibbled at his sensitive skin. And when long fingers gently probed him, easing inside, a shock of white-hot pleasure raced right to his cock, making it jump and twitch impatiently. He hears himself make a guttural, strangled sound that he never imagined could be his own voice, and he grinds downward onto Thranduil's fingers. Oh, this isn't enough. Not nearly enough.

"Now, dammit. For the love of Eru, fuck me!"

[theelvenking]

Celegorm was tight, but no blushing virgin by the way his body clenched and eased as Thranduil prepped him. He wanted to draw it out, tease his lover further, but he also wanted to slide in, to feel the tight muscles around his straining cock. And Celegorm's demand made him chuckle wickedly, but he was helpless to resist. He'd already been so hard for so long.

"Your wish is my command," he groaned.

He tipped more lube onto his fingers, slicking up his cock with a few hasty, loose strokes as he kneeled up. With one hand on his length, the other one lifting one knee to his shoulder, Thranduil pressed in, inexorably burying himself to the hilt.

[celegorm]

Celegorm sucked in a sharp ragged breath and exhaled it slowly through his nose. It had been a while for him, and Thranduil was by no means small, so when that hard length of cock breached him, he blinked back the first bite of pain, willing himself to relax. The pleasure would come soon enough.

"Thranduil," he breathed, sliding his hands up his lover's sides, digging his fingers into his ribs, rocking his hips forward ever so slightly.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil felt Celegorm stiffen, but he kept going, hands and mouth soothing. He stopped, gave Celegorm a few moments to adjust, his lips finding warm skin until he sealed their lips together and he tilted his hips just a bit, a small pull-thrust, testing the waters. Testing himself, apparently. The sharp shot of pleasure jolted up his spine and he moaned into Celegorm's mouth, whole body trembling with restraint.

[celegorm]

The way Thranduil trembled in his embrace sent a surge of pride through Celegorm, and discomfort be damned. He wanted more. "That's it," he hissed between fevered kisses. "Keep going...more..."

And when one particularly well-timed thrust sent a shock of unexpected pleasure through him, he unleashed a yelp of surprise. He remembered it feeling good, but not as divinely exquisite as this. Carefully, he rolled his his hips and was rewarded with another delicious burst that tingled through his limbs.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil gradually sped his thrusts, but kept unerring aim on his target, on that spot that made his lover yelp. "Gotcha, gorgeous," he chuckled, limbs going loose and easy as he fell into a comfortable rhythm, hips gyrating, intent on his goal.

[celegorm]

Oh, that was glorious, limbs loose, riding wave after wave of pleasure, just laying back and letting go and...oh! His head snapped up and his lust-blown eyes locked onto Thranduil's.

Eru, that was it, that spot that sent him hurtling over the edge into fiery, searing urgency. Celegorm arched his back, hooked his legs around Thrandul's waist and urged him onward, faster, deeper. Blindly, he reached out, fingers gripping Thranduil's hips, surging up to meet his thrusts with a rising intensity. He threw his head back and bit his lip. So, so close...

[theelvenking]

"Fuck!" Thranduil groaned, his whole body bent to the task of taking, claiming, owning as he found himself pinned by darkened eyes. Hips pistoned faster, harder as his release hovering just out of reach. And then Celegorm surged up, body tightening around Thranduil's cock as threw his head back, neck arched invitingly and that was it. He was there. But not alone.

He shifted, mouth moving to the exposed neck, fist reaching to strip the hard length between them.

With a rough moan the crest of the wave roared through him, tossing him like a raft on roughened seas, pleasure exploded in fiery shards behind his eye lids and he shuddered, release sluicing thick and hot as he thrust a few more times, then buried himself deep.