Thranduil panted, his body taut, muscles clenching as he teased himself through the towel, but the rough fabric wasn't what he wanted.
He tugged the towel off, cool air hitting his aching hardness making him groan with need. "Fuck!" he hissed. "Want your wicked mouth on me," he said, then slid his tongue along his palm before taking himself in hand, the sensation almost too much. He moaned again, "Feels good the way you touch me. Want you to fuck me."
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Date: 2015-04-29 11:41 pm (UTC)He tugged the towel off, cool air hitting his aching hardness making him groan with need. "Fuck!" he hissed. "Want your wicked mouth on me," he said, then slid his tongue along his palm before taking himself in hand, the sensation almost too much. He moaned again, "Feels good the way you touch me. Want you to fuck me."