"Oh, I know your kind," Thranduil growled. He shifted the phone to the pillow after pressing the speakerphone. "You wish me to tell you how I am touching myself, how I wish it was your hands on me, how very much I ache for your touch," he said, voice growing breathless as he stroked his palms over his chest and arms, but kept above the towel for the time being.
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Date: 2015-04-28 11:19 pm (UTC)