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]

The way Thranduil trembled in his embrace sent a surge of pride through Celegorm, and discomfort be damned. He wanted more. "That's it," he hissed between fevered kisses. "Keep going...more..."

And when one particularly well-timed thrust sent a shock of unexpected pleasure through him, he unleashed a yelp of surprise. He remembered it feeling good, but not as divinely exquisite as this. Carefully, he rolled his his hips and was rewarded with another delicious burst that tingled through his limbs.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil gradually sped his thrusts, but kept unerring aim on his target, on that spot that made his lover yelp. "Gotcha, gorgeous," he chuckled, limbs going loose and easy as he fell into a comfortable rhythm, hips gyrating, intent on his goal.

[celegorm]

Oh, that was glorious, limbs loose, riding wave after wave of pleasure, just laying back and letting go and...oh! His head snapped up and his lust-blown eyes locked onto Thranduil's.

Eru, that was it, that spot that sent him hurtling over the edge into fiery, searing urgency. Celegorm arched his back, hooked his legs around Thrandul's waist and urged him onward, faster, deeper. Blindly, he reached out, fingers gripping Thranduil's hips, surging up to meet his thrusts with a rising intensity. He threw his head back and bit his lip. So, so close...

[theelvenking]

"Fuck!" Thranduil groaned, his whole body bent to the task of taking, claiming, owning as he found himself pinned by darkened eyes. Hips pistoned faster, harder as his release hovering just out of reach. And then Celegorm surged up, body tightening around Thranduil's cock as threw his head back, neck arched invitingly and that was it. He was there. But not alone.

He shifted, mouth moving to the exposed neck, fist reaching to strip the hard length between them.

With a rough moan the crest of the wave roared through him, tossing him like a raft on roughened seas, pleasure exploded in fiery shards behind his eye lids and he shuddered, release sluicing thick and hot as he thrust a few more times, then buried himself deep.

[celegorm]

Celegorm arched upward and took every relentless thrust that Thranduil gave him, his long legs wrapped around his lover, urging him deeper still inside his willing body. His body was an exposed nerve, raw and tingling and shivering under Thranduil's masterful grip. And when a strong hand closed around his aching cock, he came with a strangled cry, that sounded foreign even to his own ears. He'd been unmade, undone, laid bare in the most exquisite manner. Blinking and panting, he reached for Thranduil and pulled him down into a searing kiss.

Thranduil had given him something he'd longed for...and elf who could truly match him with wit and passion and sheer intensity. A rock meeting an immovable object. A gale colliding with a hurricane. So evenly matched and so brilliantly paired. Celegorm deepened the kiss and his heart sang inside his chest. He wanted Thranduil. All of him. And he'd do whatever it took to keep him by his side.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil was panting, body languid, satiated like never before. He went easily when tugged down, arms wrapping around his lover as their tongues danced. He rolled them to their sides, hips shifting as they moved, small thrusts made his over sensitive skin twitch, but he was loathe to pull out, to lose this connection.

Instead of dwelling on the strangeness of it all, on how Celegorm felt impossibly right in his arms, how they fit, he allowed himself to luxuriate and cuddle. There would be time enough later to contemplate the whys.

"Mind if we do not move for an age," he mumbled, mouth pressed into Celegorm's temple.

(OOC: Wrong account again! Sorry.)

[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."