Celegorm's need should have given Thranduil the rush of the hunt. But instead it sent warmth and unasked for affection coursing through him. He was helpless against the pull and he smiled before dropping a chaste kiss onto Celegorm's plush lips. "I want to take you apart amidst silks and satin, worship you from head to toe..." he murmured, words far too truthful. Then he grinned, unable to completely refrain. "And fuck you into next week."
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Date: 2015-03-12 12:04 am (UTC)