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Thranduil laid on the bed, body sparking, cock giving lazy twitches, lungs heaving. He panted, languid body melting into the mattress. His eyes blinked open, a few long, slow movements until his gaze fixed on the hotel room around him. He sighed. He was so far away from where he wanted to be. "Not soon enough, meleth. Still two nights here, though my door will be open to you as soon as I arrive," he said, the offering sounding lighter than his heart meant it. He wanted this, not just lust from his loins, but his very soul was invested in everything that was Celegorm. And that should be terrifying and have him running for the hills, but at this very moment he was sated and his limbs heavy, too placid to flee.

"Shall I text you from the airport?" he murmured, question a low rumble.