"I agree," he mouthed against the curve of Thranduil's neck. He sat back on his haunches, whipped off his sports coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. His fingers played over each tiny button, working them through the buttonholes at a glacial pace, but his eyes never left Thranduil's face. When at last the edges of his shirt fell open, he shrugged out of the shirt and dropped it over the edge of the sofa.
Thranduil lay sprawled out beneath him like a buffet waiting to be sampled. Where to start? He slid his fingers under the hem of Thranduil's soft sweater and eased it upward. His lips quickly followed, nibbling across a flat abdomen to nuzzle Thranduil's bellybutton.
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Date: 2015-02-22 06:35 pm (UTC)Thranduil lay sprawled out beneath him like a buffet waiting to be sampled. Where to start? He slid his fingers under the hem of Thranduil's soft sweater and eased it upward. His lips quickly followed, nibbling across a flat abdomen to nuzzle Thranduil's bellybutton.