Thranduil was boneless, limp, and languid with a pleasant hum coursing through his veins; the heavy weight pressing him down into the cushions was not uncomfortable. Instead he felt safe. If he could make his brain work through the post-coital fog, he'd wonder at that; at feeling safe when it'd been so long since he'd been anything but.
He was floating, enervated, and sated, body throbbing in all the best ways when Celegorm bowed into him and said those words.
"You've unmade me, my king."
Thranduil stiffened, his eyes flying open and his arms tightening to hold Celegorm against him. There was no cause for the reaction, but his heart, which had been slowing its frenetic pace, began to pound and he found his lungs uncooperative. He was torn between running and clinging all the harder. What the fuck was wrong with him?
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Date: 2015-03-02 06:11 pm (UTC)He was floating, enervated, and sated, body throbbing in all the best ways when Celegorm bowed into him and said those words.
Thranduil stiffened, his eyes flying open and his arms tightening to hold Celegorm against him. There was no cause for the reaction, but his heart, which had been slowing its frenetic pace, began to pound and he found his lungs uncooperative. He was torn between running and clinging all the harder. What the fuck was wrong with him?