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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
no subject
Date: 2015-02-22 04:40 pm (UTC)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.)