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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[celegorm]

"Rabid wargs couldn't drag me out of your arms right now," Celegorm exhaled against Thranduil's shoulder. He nuzzled his way into the crook of his lover's neck and inhaled the woodsy, musky scent of him. Slowly, gradually, the fires within him cooled and his galloping pulse slowed to a measured walk. It felt nice to be held for a change, to rest his head on a strong shoulder and fit himself against a muscled chest. Truth be told, he'd rather remain in an amorous tangle of limbs and bedsheets with Thranduil than be anywhere else on earth.

His eyelids fluttered closed as he pressed soft kisses along Thranduil's collarbone. "Stay here tonight."

[theelvenking]

'Stay?' he thought, heart skipping a beat, but then there were soft kisses along his skin, a hard body curled up in his arms and he found he wanted nothing more.

Thranduil absently pressed kisses into Celegorm's as he settled, body going languid. He inhaled the heady air redolent with sex and Celegorm; his eyes began to droop and he gave up all pretense and fight.

"Aye," he murmured. "Mayhap we should trade blow jobs before coffee?" he teased, lips curling up.

[celegorm]

"Ever the negotiator," chuckled Celegorm. He slid his hand over Thranduil's flank to squeeze his firm bottom. "I brew a stiff cup of coffee, by the way. So strong it can deadlift the refrigerator, but I guarantee it will get you up," he teased, "unless another pressing matter arises." His warm smile devolved into a filthy grin.

He rolled over and cast a glance at the clock on his nightstand. Eru, it was later than he thought. Reaching behind him, he found Thranduil's hand and gave it a gentle tug so that his lover was spooned up behind him.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil marveled at himself, limbs loose, soft smile pressed into Celegorm's neck. He was spooning and eager for morning; wanted to wake up just like this, with Celegorm in his embrace. He tightened his arms and slotted a leg between Celegorm's. Shifting his hips slightly he was wrapped around his lover, sleep rushing at him like a freight train. He murmured, "You may have talked me into coffee before sex, but sleep now. I want another crack at your very fine arse."