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 let himself be moved, but never once did his mouth leave Celegorm. If they were not in a heated lip lock, his mouth was feasting on whatever skin was near. When he felt the sofa at his legs, he went down willingly, falling into a graceful sprawl with Celegorm slotting perfectly between his legs as though made for him. "Valar! You are maddening," he gasped as he tugged Celgorm's shirt from his slacks. "Too many clothes!" he huffed, but was unwilling to pull away to remedy the situation himself.

When at last he freed Celegorm's shirttails, his hands finally found warm skin along a strong back. The position allowed him two handfuls of ass which he took advantage of, grinding up and holding on tight.

(OOC: Sorry. Saturday got crazy.)

[celegorm]

"I agree," he mouthed against the curve of Thranduil's neck. He sat back on his haunches, whipped off his sports coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. His fingers played over each tiny button, working them through the buttonholes at a glacial pace, but his eyes never left Thranduil's face. When at last the edges of his shirt fell open, he shrugged out of the shirt and dropped it over the edge of the sofa.

Thranduil lay sprawled out beneath him like a buffet waiting to be sampled. Where to start? He slid his fingers under the hem of Thranduil's soft sweater and eased it upward. His lips quickly followed, nibbling across a flat abdomen to nuzzle Thranduil's bellybutton.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil groaned in complaint as Celegorm sat up, but he began undressing and Thranduil was transfixed, lips parted, eyes darkening as Celegorm teased him. Thranduil's hands rested along strong thighs, but he was passive, mesmerized by the show, lungs unable to draw air as he watched.

And before Thranduil could take advantage of all that newly bared, glorious skin, Celegorm was distracting him.

He moaned aloud at the touch, hand running through Celegorm's hair. "More, dammit. Want all of you."

[celegorm]

Celegorm chuckled and ran his tongue along the ridge of Thranduil's bellybutton. "Patience is a virtue," he hummed, kissing higher over a taut midsection. He shoved Thranduil's infernal sweater higher and wished to high heaven that thing was on the floor next to his jacket.

"I'll strike you a bargain," he said just as he flicked his tongue over a peaked nipple. "Undress and I'll give you whatever you want."

[theelvenking]

"Fuck patience!" Thranduil growled, hand tightening in Celegorm's hair, but then all his breath was stolen as Celegorm made his head spin with only his tongue.

He gasped and scrambled to sit up, sweater coming off as he rose. His grace had apparently fled when he stepped across the threshold.

Instead of standing to strip off his pants, he pressed forward, bare chest brushing Celegorm's and the very touch was electric. He ducked his head in an uncharacteristic moment of shyness before taking the opportunity to taste. He mouthed along Celegorm's clavicle as he wrapped his arms around his lover, then nipped at his chin, along his jaw until he could suck in Celegorm's earlobe. Releasing it, he murmured, "I want to suck you off, then fuck you."

[celegorm]

Thranduil had found Celegorm's favorite spot to be kissed and he inhaled sharply when warm lips closed over his earlobe. "I did promise to give you what you wanted," he gasped. Thranduil's unabashed enthusiasm sent little thrills of excitement tingling down his spine, from his eager touches to the filthy things he now whispered in Celegorm's ear. But Celegorm wasn't ready to roll over and spread his legs. Not yet.

He placed his hands on Thranduil's shoulders and gently pushed him back down onto the sofa. Celegorm straddled his legs, fingers working on the zipper of his trousers until they slid down his thighs. "This is what you want, isn't it?" he asked, his voice light and playful, belying the lust-darkened stare he leveled on Thranduil. His hand cupped his cock through his underwear.

[theelvenking]

"Y-y-y-yes," Thranduil stuttered, lips moving in time with his hips as a firm hand cupped his cock and sent him spiraling dizzyingly high. He gazed up at Celegorm, but his hands were not idle. They stroked the firm thighs straddling him, lightly skated along a hard length before dragging over firm abs, until his thumbs scraped at Celegorm's nipples. "I want you, 'tis true. Shall I sing an ode to your form?" Thranduil said, snark cranked up to eleven. "Or would you rather I show you?" He licked his lip and then playfully bit the lower one.

[celegorm]

"That is a difficult choice," said Celegorm, fingers sliding under Thranduil's underwear and yanking them down with a sudden tug. Stars, but Thraunduil's cock was magnificent. Celegorm licked his lips and ran his thumb up the length of it.

"As tempting as it is for you to put on a private demonstration, I think I'd like to hear your voice." Celegorm closed his fingers around it and gave it a few firm strokes. His mouth watered. "I bet I can make you sing." Propping himself on his elbows, he pressed his lips to the head of Thranduil's cock, gave a tentative lick...and then swallowed him whole.

[theelvenking]

Only his warrior instincts kept Thranduil from thrusting up hard as Celegorm sunk down on his cock. The pleasure left him gasping and swearing -- a garbled string of SIndarin and English -- as his hands ran through Celegorm's hair. Wet heat, firm suction, and the most perfect lips slid over his length and he was lost in sensation; his spine turned liquid as he surrendered himself completely.

[celegorm]

Celegorm paused in his ministrations and allowed himself a glance up at Thranduil and sweet tap-dancing Eru. The elf was a vision of debauched beauty, writhing and swearing and flushed. And all because of him. He grinned in smug satisfaction and gave Thranduil's hard cock a few firm strokes with his hand.

"Gods, but you're incredible," he murmured against the damp skin of Thranduil's inner thigh. He licked lower, mouthing over his heavy sack to lick between his cheeks.

[theelvenking]

"D-d-don't--" Thranduil complained, body taut under Celegorm as he stopped one of the best blowjobs Thranduil had ever had.

He opened his eyes to glare at his lover, to demand that he get back to using that glorious mouth, but the words fled as Celegorm teased him, first with his hand, then with that incredible mouth.

"Fuck!" Thranduil hissed, legs spreading; one hand ran through Celegorm's hair, the other rested on his cheek as licked at Thranduil's nether regions and sent the king's heart rate soaring. "Blasted tease," he groaned, a full body shudder running through him from the sensation of Celegorm's tongue.

(OOC: Well that was fun -- there I go posting from the wrong account. MEEP!)

[celegorm]

Celegorm's tongue flicked over Thranduil's puckered opening. "Tease? Me? Why, I'd never." He spread his lover wider and plunged his tongue inside, swirling around, before adding a finger as well. Thranduil's ass was glorious, and Celegorm could have spent the rest of the night worshiping it in the manner it so richly deserved, but Thranduil bucked impatiently.

Now, of course, he wished he'd taken the time to shuck the rest of his clothes, but he could do that later. Rising up on his knees, he shoved his breeches down his thighs and gave his swollen cock a couple of hard strokes. His lust-dark eyes locked with Thranduil's. "No more teasing," he said.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil loved fucking, loved being fucked, but there was something about Celegorm's tongue, something about the very intimate way he was being opened up that ignited a fire deep inside Thranduil, as though the ease with which Celegorm turned Thranduil's desires on their head and left him panting and begging for more.

The conflagration grew as Celegorm barely bothered to shove his trousers down. Thranduil was met fire for fire. His eyes burned, lips parted, as he rasped, "Then get on with it."

[celegorm]

The hint of a smile played on Celegorm's lips as his hand gripped one of Thranduil's thighs and folded it over his shoulder. After one last stroke of his cock, he guided it to Thranduil's slick entrance and slowly pushed inside, exhaling as the warm tightness enveloped him.

With a new lover, Celegorm normally went slow, took things easy, moved at a languid pace, but the fire in Thranduil's eyes indicated he'd have none of that. Celegorm drug his tongue over his lower lip. "What was it you said about singing? I'm eager to hear your voice." And with that, he thrust hard and deep.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil's eyes challenged, but he spread himself willingly, leg pulling Celegorm closer until he was bent nearly in half. He gasped at the first breaching, but he loved the burn, wanted more, needed more. And for the first time, Thranduil must have been an open book, because Celegorm gave it to him.

One hard, deep thrust and Thranduil gasped aloud, arching to meet Celegorm thrust for thrust. A raging inferno engulfed him and he let his voice fly, muttered obscenities and praise, until one particularly well-aimed thrust made him see stars. He tugged Celegorm down, hands pulling hair and dragging against strong shoulders. Thranduil needed something to quench the fire that threatened to overwhelm him.

"Please," he begged, before pressing their lips together.

[celegorm]

It was as if Thranduil read his mind, taking every feral thrust and giving it back with equal ferocity. Celegorm's self-control was hanging by a thread, one that snapped and frayed with each roll of Thranduil's lithe body underneath him. But, ironically, it was the whispered plea in his ear that proved his undoing.

"Fuck. Fuck," he murmured against Thranduil's kiss swollen lips. He licked his way over his lover's bottom lip, teasing and tasting and sealing their warm mouths together in a passionate kiss. His hips snapped low and hard and savagely into Thranduil's willing body. If he'd ever wanted anyone this much, he couldn't remember it.

[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.)