'Stay?' he thought, heart skipping a beat, but then there were soft kisses along his skin, a hard body curled up in his arms and he found he wanted nothing more.

Thranduil absently pressed kisses into Celegorm's as he settled, body going languid. He inhaled the heady air redolent with sex and Celegorm; his eyes began to droop and he gave up all pretense and fight.

"Aye," he murmured. "Mayhap we should trade blow jobs before coffee?" he teased, lips curling up.