Thranduil basked under Celegorm's attention, surprised at his unerring aim for all of the places that made Thranduil's heart lurch and his breath catch. He was caught and unable to think, merely able to respond. He moaned, bit his lip, but couldn't stop the way he gasped. With each kiss, each touch, every nudge and push, Thranduil fell harder under whatever spell was being worked on him. If he could think he'd be astonished at the wanton hunger Celegorm drew from him.

The water seemed to pull him back to lucidity for a moment and, as a consequence, he twisted to push Celegorm against the shower wall so he could slide slowly down his lover's bare form, tongue following rivulets of water toward his goal. He'd said he wanted to suck Celegorm off and he meant it. Water sluiced down his face, but he never took his eyes from Celegorm's.