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 groaned with pleasure and want and a bit of madness. It must be madness for the way his body reacted so completely to Celegorm's touch. And then there was this giddiness bubbling up inside that made him certain there was something in the water, some aphrodisiac, some addictive substance on his lover's skin. That had to be it, but whatever it was he dove in wholeheartedly.

His hips jerked forward and he nipped at Celgorm's neck, then sucked the wetness from his earlobe while he shut off the water. "You deserve silk and I will have you on them, bound to my bed and my will, lover," he rasped, voice thick with need. Then he forced himself to draw back, making a conscious effort to part as he stepped from the shower, his fingertips sliding down Celegorm's arm as he withdrew.

Gathering a towel, he gave Celegorm a predatory smile. "But cotton will suffice for the moment."

[celegorm]

Celegorm laughed, eyes twinkling. "If you say I deserve silk, then who am I to argue? You don't have to tie me to the bed, though. I'll stay there most willingly." He stepped close and snaked an arm around Thrandui's waist, pulling him in for an unexpected kiss. "All you have to do is ask," he purred.

The bedroom adjoined the bath, and Celegorm thanked every deity in this world and beyond that he'd picked up his clothes and made his bed before he left. It was a simple room with dark wood furnishings and white and gray accents and bedding. Celegorm dropped his wet towel on the floor at the foot of the bed and sank down onto the thick down comforter. If he was honest with himself, he'd admit it felt odd to be so submissive, so vulnerable, but when Thranduil turned those lust-blown eyes on him, it thrilled him. Slowly, he lay back and reached his hand out to his lover in invitation.

[theelvenking]

When Celegorm splayed himself out, offering himself up for Thranduil's pleasure, a hot blast of possessive fervor slammed through the king. His mouth went dry as he lost all air. He drank in his lover from the top where his damn hair stood at odd angles and made him want to run his fingers through it, feel the slide and rasp and brush of it against his palms before he tugged -- hard -- and bent those sweet lips to his own. He gazed into blue eyes and felt a kinship, an awe, a challenge, and a sense of connection that was both foreign and familiar; like standing at the height of a waterfall before plunging into the cool depths below.

And Thranduil took that challenge, plunging in even as he wondered if he'd ever want to surface again.

He climbed onto the bed and straddled Celegorm, palms sliding over his lover's lean muscled form. "You are beautiful," he murmured absently as he flicked a dusky nipple, stroked a harden bicep, nibbled along a damp neck. "A feast," he purred, lips settling on a pulsepoint before he sucked, hard, firm, and fast, but not overly long. "I want to devour you," he growled, low and hungry before sealing their lips together.

[celegorm]

Thranduil's words rumbled through Celegorm like a distant thunder warned of an approaching storm and he shivered in response. And Thranduil was indeed a force of nature, sweeping over him and blowing him right off of his supposedly secure foundation. Oh, he could cling to propriety, dig in his heels and refuse to be anything other than a battle-hardened warrior who's always in command, but a true tactician knows when surrender, and in this case, surrender promised to be sweet.

Flattery rarely turned Celegorm's head. He'd been showered with compliments and adulation all his life, mere honeyed words, trite and meaningless. Few, if any, had managed to convince him they were truly held in thrall by his beauty, but the pure regard that shone in Thranduil's sparkling eyes caused a flush of excitement to rise up from his neck, over his cheeks. To be desired so much was nothing short of sublime.

He hooked a leg around Thranduil's thigh and bucked eagerly upward as they kissed.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil covered Celegorm with his body, aligning them shoulder to calf, the rough slide of his hardness against Celegorm's hardening cock making him groan. He was aroused and hard as an oak, but for some reason he was in no rush to finish. Instead he set about exploring the body beneath him, drinking in even the smallest hitch of breath as he licked, nipped, sucked his way down, down, and down. He paused to worry at the cut of muscle above one hip. This mark he took time with, let it bloom and grow.

'Mine,' he thought.

[celegorm]

"Holy shit," gasped Celegorm as moist lips mouthed over his hipbone. A sudden sharp nip jolted him and he hitched upward, squirming, needy. Goddess, he wanted this, and he wanted it now, but Thranduil seemed content to take his dear, sweet time. Celegorm huffed with frustration and tried in vain not to wriggle, but that wicked mouth of Thranduil's made him ache. He need that mouth on him, in him.

He fisted his hands in Thranduil's long, silky hair and yanked hard, until his lover raised his eyes to meet his. "Fuck me. Now." Celegorm's voice sounded rough and needy even to his own ears, but he was far beyond caring at this point.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil gasped out, eyes blown wide with lust, body a full-on conflagration for this elf. He inhaled through his nose, gritting his teeth against the tidal wave that was pushing him. "Aye," he rasped. "But I'll not risk you," he growled. "Do you have lube to ease my way?" His chest heaved as he hovered over his lover, torn.

[celegorm]

It wasn't a whine, because warriors didn't whine, but it sounded terribly close to something that could be a whine and Celegorm swallowed down another one threatened to slip out behind it.

"There," he managed, flinging an arm at the side table. "Top drawer."

His body was aflame, and knotted his hands in the sheets to keep from igniting.

[theelvenking]

It was short work to grab the small bottle and set to his task, but Thranduil was loathe to make it clinical, rushed or hurried. He dropped the bottle to the bed eyes devouring before he kissed Celegorm, gentling him with palms skating his sides, arms, shoulders. "Shhhhhhh," he murmured. "I have you, meleth. Allow me?" What he was asking permission for, he had no clue, but the question was weighted, heady, and important in ways that made no sense. Nothing made sense with this one.

[celegorm]

Celegorm had never felt more like a petulant, demanding brat than he did right at that instant, and he dredged up the last thin shred of self-control he could find. Fuck me, what am I doing? It was ridiculous, the way this elf had mastered him so easily, taken the reins of his body and heart and threatened to break him. Celegorm was no unridden colt. He'd been here before, on his back, spread open and waiting. Why did this feel so different?

"Yes," breathed Celegorm against Thranduil's lips. "Please."

[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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