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.