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 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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