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.