That one word and Thranduil was lost, so desperate to give this one elf everything. Wordlessly, he demonstrated all the skills he'd honed on others over the years, but none of those partners over the years had ever made Thranduil feel like this: claimant and claimed, dominant and submissive. It was a confusing yet heady mix that he couldn't make sense of. So he dove in, hands kneading the most amazing arse as he nuzzled soft curls, then nipped at a jutting hip.
He feasted on Celegorm, teasing, eyes closing in pleasure as he ran his lips, tongue, and teeth over firmly muscled thighs and back, until his mouth watered and he finally allowed himself to sample his goal. He started with lapping at the water dripping off the head, then sucked in the crown, slowly lowering himself, swallowing, tongue flattening as he drank in his lover's taste and scent.
He used his palms spread against Celegorm's buttocks to push his lover forward and he hung there, throat fluttering around the firm length until he had to draw back to take a breath.
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Date: 2015-03-08 12:03 am (UTC)He feasted on Celegorm, teasing, eyes closing in pleasure as he ran his lips, tongue, and teeth over firmly muscled thighs and back, until his mouth watered and he finally allowed himself to sample his goal. He started with lapping at the water dripping off the head, then sucked in the crown, slowly lowering himself, swallowing, tongue flattening as he drank in his lover's taste and scent.
He used his palms spread against Celegorm's buttocks to push his lover forward and he hung there, throat fluttering around the firm length until he had to draw back to take a breath.
(OOC: Dammit. Wrong account. Again.)