It was late, but Thranduil's weariness faded instantly when he heard his lover's voice. He didn't even bother putting clothes on, he just flopped onto the bed with wet hair and a damp towel wrapped around his hips. "I miss you, too. Playing for shit tonight and I blame you," Thranduil replied, voice soft and intimate. Celeborn was right. He really was in so deep.
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Date: 2015-04-28 03:36 am (UTC)