Thranduil gasped at Celegorm's touch and his words. How this could all feel so much more intimate than anything he'd known before made no sense. They'd merely had some spectacular sex. So why did he feel suddenly raw and vulnerable while simultaneously needing more?

And then Celegorm kissed him, his words a warm hum along Thranduil flushed skin. He sank into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed, arms clasping tight as his throat closed against a swell of emotion he refused to name.

When at last they parted, Thranduil was no less dazed, no less confused, no less tied in knots, but he was one thing: a performer. Licking his lips, he allowed his eyes to open, blink slowly -- the stunned visage was no act -- then he smiled, coy and sly. "I think you fucked my brains out, lover," he teased, voice low and raspy.