Thranduil loved fucking, loved being fucked, but there was something about Celegorm's tongue, something about the very intimate way he was being opened up that ignited a fire deep inside Thranduil, as though the ease with which Celegorm turned Thranduil's desires on their head and left him panting and begging for more.
The conflagration grew as Celegorm barely bothered to shove his trousers down. Thranduil was met fire for fire. His eyes burned, lips parted, as he rasped, "Then get on with it."
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Date: 2015-03-01 12:49 am (UTC)The conflagration grew as Celegorm barely bothered to shove his trousers down. Thranduil was met fire for fire. His eyes burned, lips parted, as he rasped, "Then get on with it."