"Yessss," he moaned, barely verbal as want and raging need overtook him; his words stolen by the inferno in his veins.
Thranduil sped his strokes, gathering wetness from the tip of his cock to ease the slide. He groaned, needed more, needed sensation to match the words. He shifted, spread his legs and bent his knees, planting his feet flat on the bed, gaining him access. He sucked in two fingers, wetting them liberally, then breached himself. It was rough, hard, desperate and he cried out, his climax so close he trembled with it, but something held him back.
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Date: 2015-04-30 02:09 pm (UTC)Thranduil sped his strokes, gathering wetness from the tip of his cock to ease the slide. He groaned, needed more, needed sensation to match the words. He shifted, spread his legs and bent his knees, planting his feet flat on the bed, gaining him access. He sucked in two fingers, wetting them liberally, then breached himself. It was rough, hard, desperate and he cried out, his climax so close he trembled with it, but something held him back.