"Ever the negotiator," chuckled Celegorm. He slid his hand over Thranduil's flank to squeeze his firm bottom. "I brew a stiff cup of coffee, by the way. So strong it can deadlift the refrigerator, but I guarantee it will get you up," he teased, "unless another pressing matter arises." His warm smile devolved into a filthy grin.

He rolled over and cast a glance at the clock on his nightstand. Eru, it was later than he thought. Reaching behind him, he found Thranduil's hand and gave it a gentle tug so that his lover was spooned up behind him.