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 was going to feel this for days and wasn't that just fucking amazing?

Celegorm knew what he needed, managed to make him feel owned and wanted and claimed. Not something he'd known was possible, not from fucking.

Every part of Thranduil was singing, from his toes to his eartips, a heated charge lit him up. His skin buzzed with the building wave, spine going molten as he was speared and split. "Close," he gasped on a breath; then huffed a wordless cry, pulled from him as his body tightened and clung. One thrust, then another, driving him higher until he reached the crest; the wave breaking, slamming through him as he arched and moaned, his cock pulsing hot between them.

[celegorm]

"Eru..." Celegorm shifted and lifted Thranduil's legs to a new angle, flexed and thrusted deeper, harder, until it's almost too much. A spike of elation flashed through him, his body singing, burning from the friction between them, the weight of his lover's body pushing back against him. The moan torn from Thranduil's throat unmakes him, and Celegorm frayed at the edges, a naked sound escaping from his parted lips. He only had enough in him to make sure that slick, hard glide between their bodies didn't stop, not until he felt Thranduil shudder and tense in his arms. His world was suddenly white-hot and molten and exploded in stars behind his eyes. Celegorm braced himself on his hands, panting, feeling the sweet pain of fingers bruising his back and shoulders.

"Holy shit," he breathed, bowing his head against Thranduil's damp neck. "You've unmade me, my king."

[theelvenking]

Thranduil was boneless, limp, and languid with a pleasant hum coursing through his veins; the heavy weight pressing him down into the cushions was not uncomfortable. Instead he felt safe. If he could make his brain work through the post-coital fog, he'd wonder at that; at feeling safe when it'd been so long since he'd been anything but.

He was floating, enervated, and sated, body throbbing in all the best ways when Celegorm bowed into him and said those words.

"You've unmade me, my king."

Thranduil stiffened, his eyes flying open and his arms tightening to hold Celegorm against him. There was no cause for the reaction, but his heart, which had been slowing its frenetic pace, began to pound and he found his lungs uncooperative. He was torn between running and clinging all the harder. What the fuck was wrong with him?

[celegorm]

Celegorm lifted his head, happily surprised at the arms tightening around him. He wasn't sure what he had expected, perhaps a flirty kiss or a coy little smile, maybe a smart comment from Thranduil's delightfully filthy mouth, but not a hug. He lifted his head and grinned up at his lover, disheveled and messy and thoroughly charmed. "You're stunning," he said, reaching up to smooth a lock of blond hair off Thranduil's forehead. "Even moreso now than when I first saw you."

Carefully, he shifted so that his arms wrapped under Thranduil, and he pressed their bare chests together in an intimate embrace. Thranduil's expression was unreadable, but when he stiffened in Celegorm's arms, Celegorm meant to soothe him with a slow, deep kiss to his lips. "All is well, I hope," he breathed, licking his tongue along Thranduil's lower lip.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil gasped at Celegorm's touch and his words. How this could all feel so much more intimate than anything he'd known before made no sense. They'd merely had some spectacular sex. So why did he feel suddenly raw and vulnerable while simultaneously needing more?

And then Celegorm kissed him, his words a warm hum along Thranduil flushed skin. He sank into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed, arms clasping tight as his throat closed against a swell of emotion he refused to name.

When at last they parted, Thranduil was no less dazed, no less confused, no less tied in knots, but he was one thing: a performer. Licking his lips, he allowed his eyes to open, blink slowly -- the stunned visage was no act -- then he smiled, coy and sly. "I think you fucked my brains out, lover," he teased, voice low and raspy.

[celegorm]

Celegorm chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. "It's one of my many talents, and one that you possess in equal share, my dear." It wasn't often that Celegorm found a lover with as much passion and fire as Thranduil, and scarcer still that he cared to bed the lover again, but this time...this time one taste wasn't nearly enough.

But the fleeting mix of expressions he caught in Thranduil's eyes gave him pause. Could it be that he was not the only one who'd been enthralled? He reached down and took one of Thranduil's hands and brushed a warm kiss over his fingertips. "Will you stay? I have a shower large enough for two, and I've only begun to enjoy getting to know you."

[theelvenking]

Thranduil refused to say that he sighed when Celegorm's lips brushed his knuckles, but the tenderness of the gesture made his heart flutter in his chest. This was unwarranted and unexpected, but he couldn't deny that he wanted to linger in Celegorm's embrace.

"I would love to stay, meleth," Thranduil murmured, tugging Celegorm closer. His lips found Celegorm's ear lobe once again which he worried with his teeth. "I want to show you my other talents," he breathed.

[celegorm]

(ooc: Moving the reply up to the top level so it doesn't get squished on the side.)