After the party

[celegorm]

Celegorm's flat was small but tidy, and he thanked every god he could think of that the cleaning lady had come the day before. He fumbled with the lock and pushed the door open with his hip, holding it wide for Thranduil to step inside. "It's not much, but it's home."

Thranduil looked like sin in pants, a savage beauty, a walking dream. Celegorm's pulse quickened. "I can give you a tour if you'd like."

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[theelvenking]

Thranduil took Celegorm's agreement as the gift it was, then he sucked on his tongue, nipped his lips, again and again, even as his body clamored for so much more. He made his way down the well-mapped planes of Celegorm's chest and stomach, leaving dots of red in his wake as he honed in on his prize.

He ran his tongue down from the tip of Celegorm's cock to his balls, nudging his legs apart as he drew one of the heavy sacks past his lips. Humming around the weight, he coated a couple of fingers then swept slick digits down and lower, prodding teasingly.

[celegorm]

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