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 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.)