Confessions of the Fairest

Celegorm had never felt more like a petulant, demanding brat than he did right at that instant, and he dredged up the last thin shred of self-control he could find. Fuck me, what am I doing? It was ridiculous, the way this elf had mastered him so easily, taken the reins of his body and heart and threatened to break him. Celegorm was no unridden colt. He'd been here before, on his back, spread open and waiting. Why did this feel so different?

"Yes," breathed Celegorm against Thranduil's lips. "Please."