"Eru..." Celegorm shifted and lifted Thranduil's legs to a new angle, flexed and thrusted deeper, harder, until it's almost too much. A spike of elation flashed through him, his body singing, burning from the friction between them, the weight of his lover's body pushing back against him. The moan torn from Thranduil's throat unmakes him, and Celegorm frayed at the edges, a naked sound escaping from his parted lips. He only had enough in him to make sure that slick, hard glide between their bodies didn't stop, not until he felt Thranduil shudder and tense in his arms. His world was suddenly white-hot and molten and exploded in stars behind his eyes. Celegorm braced himself on his hands, panting, feeling the sweet pain of fingers bruising his back and shoulders.
"Holy shit," he breathed, bowing his head against Thranduil's damp neck. "You've unmade me, my king."
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Date: 2015-03-02 03:50 am (UTC)"Holy shit," he breathed, bowing his head against Thranduil's damp neck. "You've unmade me, my king."