"Y-y-y-yes," Thranduil stuttered, lips moving in time with his hips as a firm hand cupped his cock and sent him spiraling dizzyingly high. He gazed up at Celegorm, but his hands were not idle. They stroked the firm thighs straddling him, lightly skated along a hard length before dragging over firm abs, until his thumbs scraped at Celegorm's nipples. "I want you, 'tis true. Shall I sing an ode to your form?" Thranduil said, snark cranked up to eleven. "Or would you rather I show you?" He licked his lip and then playfully bit the lower one.
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Date: 2015-02-25 02:21 am (UTC)