"And I cannot wait to see them." Celegorm reluctantly pried himself away from Thranduil's embrace only long enough to kick his crumpled pants off of his ankles and onto the floor next to the rest of his clothes. His dry cleaner would be thrilled to see him. For a moment, he simply stood next to the sofa, drinking in the languid beauty of his lover draped so elegantly on his sofa, and he half considered taking him again right where he lay, but other equally pleasing enticements lay just down the hallway. Smiling, he held out his hand. "Come with me. I promise the water is hot and the shower is clean and I've been told my back-soaping technique is unparalleled."
Thranduil's hand felt warm in his and he led him back to the bathroom, which was large for London standards. He reached in and flipped on the water, then pulled Thranduil into an embrace. "We have a few minutes before the water heats up." While they were waiting, he intended to heat Thranduil up. Again.
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Date: 2015-03-03 11:15 pm (UTC)Thranduil's hand felt warm in his and he led him back to the bathroom, which was large for London standards. He reached in and flipped on the water, then pulled Thranduil into an embrace. "We have a few minutes before the water heats up." While they were waiting, he intended to heat Thranduil up. Again.