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 stepped into Celegorm's flat, his eyes quickly taking in their surroundings. All he really wanted was to drag Celegorm to the bed. He'd been more than half-hard since they'd kissed and being here only sent the rest of his blood pulsing southward. He rounded on Celegorm, pushing him against the wall and kissing him. He started with heat and tongue, lips parting on a sigh to taste and feel, then threw his whole body into the kiss, hips grinding against Celegorm's. He wanted to go slow, but there'd be time enough for slow. Right now he wanted them naked.

[celegorm]

"And I cannot wait to see them." Celegorm reluctantly pried himself away from Thranduil's embrace only long enough to kick his crumpled pants off of his ankles and onto the floor next to the rest of his clothes. His dry cleaner would be thrilled to see him. For a moment, he simply stood next to the sofa, drinking in the languid beauty of his lover draped so elegantly on his sofa, and he half considered taking him again right where he lay, but other equally pleasing enticements lay just down the hallway. Smiling, he held out his hand. "Come with me. I promise the water is hot and the shower is clean and I've been told my back-soaping technique is unparalleled."

Thranduil's hand felt warm in his and he led him back to the bathroom, which was large for London standards. He reached in and flipped on the water, then pulled Thranduil into an embrace. "We have a few minutes before the water heats up." While they were waiting, he intended to heat Thranduil up. Again.

[celegorm]

Celegorm arched his back and let his knees fall apart as Thranduil licked and sucked and nibbled at his sensitive skin. And when long fingers gently probed him, easing inside, a shock of white-hot pleasure raced right to his cock, making it jump and twitch impatiently. He hears himself make a guttural, strangled sound that he never imagined could be his own voice, and he grinds downward onto Thranduil's fingers. Oh, this isn't enough. Not nearly enough.

"Now, dammit. For the love of Eru, fuck me!"