Thranduil was going to feel this for days and wasn't that just fucking amazing?

Celegorm knew what he needed, managed to make him feel owned and wanted and claimed. Not something he'd known was possible, not from fucking.

Every part of Thranduil was singing, from his toes to his eartips, a heated charge lit him up. His skin buzzed with the building wave, spine going molten as he was speared and split. "Close," he gasped on a breath; then huffed a wordless cry, pulled from him as his body tightened and clung. One thrust, then another, driving him higher until he reached the crest; the wave breaking, slamming through him as he arched and moaned, his cock pulsing hot between them.