Only his warrior instincts kept Thranduil from thrusting up hard as Celegorm sunk down on his cock. The pleasure left him gasping and swearing -- a garbled string of SIndarin and English -- as his hands ran through Celegorm's hair. Wet heat, firm suction, and the most perfect lips slid over his length and he was lost in sensation; his spine turned liquid as he surrendered himself completely.
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Date: 2015-02-28 09:50 am (UTC)