Celegorm paused in his ministrations and allowed himself a glance up at Thranduil and sweet tap-dancing Eru. The elf was a vision of debauched beauty, writhing and swearing and flushed. And all because of him. He grinned in smug satisfaction and gave Thranduil's hard cock a few firm strokes with his hand.

"Gods, but you're incredible," he murmured against the damp skin of Thranduil's inner thigh. He licked lower, mouthing over his heavy sack to lick between his cheeks.