Getting to know you - Adult language and situations

[snarky_silvan]

Telepe ran a hand through his still damp hair and looked around the flat once more. The roast he'd prepared was warming in the oven, the wine selections out and ready to be poured and random selection of British comedy movies spread out on the coffee table, just in case the conversation flagged. He doubted it would, though. There were lots of questions he had for Ru, and based on their previous meeting, Ru would have plenty of his own.

Why was he so nervous? He chewed his lip and went to check on the roast again for the 5th time.

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[rumil_of_lorien]

Rumil parked his bike, took off the helmet and had a good look at the building. He gave a soft whistle. Impressive. He hoped the place was high security, too. After the news of the attack on Glorfindel his paranoia was back full force. Least of all he wanted Celeborn – Lee – to be the next on the casualty list. He studied the area around the house, storing away every little detail.

Finally, he headed for the entrance, found Lee’s name on the intercom and pressed the button.

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"Ru? Hey, I'll buzz you up," said Telepe when the buzzer to the front entrance sounded. He pressed the button to unlock the front door, then opened the door to his flat just a bit so Rumil could walk on in.

While he waited, he popped the cork on a bottle of dry white wine and poured two glasses. If Rumil didn't like that, well...there was an entire wine fridge and wet bar on the other side of the room. They'd find something he'd like.

[rumil_of_lorien]

Rumil crossed the spacious foyer to the lifts, taking note of the ways in and out, the security guard at the reception and the cameras placed discreetly in strategic spots.

He pressed the buttons for the top floor, and as the doors slid smoothly shut, he regarded himself in the mirror. He was dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt, a leather jacket and heavy bike boots. Casual, but smart casual. It looked good on him.

Rumil cradled the bottle of vodka he'd brought in the crook of his arm and ran his fingers through his hair, grinning at his reflection. He was pretty sure Lee preferred wine and he had no idea how his offering might be received. But sometimes a strong drink was exactly what the doctor ordered.

A soft chime announced the arrival at his destination. Walking out of the lift, Rumil shook his head at the imprudence of the open door and stepped inside Lee's apartment, smiling at the satisfying click ofthe lock behind him.

"Hey." The sight of his date - it was a date, right? - made him momentarily forget about the danger and security. He gave Lee a deliberate appraisal, enjoying the view. "You look good."

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"Hey!" Telepe called over his shoulder. "Make yourself at home. I hope you like white, but if you don't I can open something else."

He picked up a glass and turned to offer it to Rumil, when he caught sight of the black clad vision in front of him. "Wow," he said before he caught himself. Quickly, he cleared his throat and began again. "I mean, you look amazing." Not that he'd thought Rumil would turn up looking bad, but this far exceeded his expectations. He grinned sheepishly and reached for the bottle of vodka. "We can open this next if you'd like."

[rumil_of_lorien]

Rumil shook his head at the offer of pizza and then shook it again at Celeborn’s question. “Not today,” he said, dropping his eyes. “Told you I was paranoid.”

He was silent for a moment, swirling the wine in his glass, and then looked up to meet Celeborn’s eyes. “I’m a soldier. I’ve been fighting all my life. Admittedly, mostly in the wars that aren’t even my own, so you could probably call me a mercenary. But that’s what I am.”

He knew where his admission was likely to land him. The echoes of the past had never quite died in his heart and negative experience was experience still, but he was not going to lie and pretend to be someone he was not. Or rather, not to be what he was.

“If it goes against your principles, ideas… whatever, just say so and we’ll leave it at that and I’ll go.”

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Telepe sat silently for a long moment, trying to absorb Rumil's frank admission. He knew all about the role of a warrior, particularly in the 3rd age, and the stress and hardships associated with being a soldier were not lost on him. "Before I was Lord of Lorien, I was a soldier. I fought in the War of Wrath, survived the attack on Doriath...so I know that of what you speak." He gently laid his hand back on Ru's leg, just over the holster strapped to his ankle. "I watched Celebrimbor fall in Eregion, and the loss of so many friends and kindred were...soul-crushing." He swallowed hard, remembering those who had fallen, those who he had loved, especially, and looked into Rumil's eyes. "Don't apologize for who you are and who you have become. It's a part of who I am as well, and those memories are as sharp as they ever were."

"What I want from you, Ru, is your trust. Can you have a little faith in me that I won't let anything bad happen to either of us? Not tonight, anyway," he said with a little smile. "Would you be willing to let your guard down and allow me to spoil you...just a little?"

[rumil_of_lorien]

Rumil snickered. "Oh, Thranduil and drinking habits! I shudder to think what kind of songs you might end up entertaining me with." His eyes danced with open mirth. "Let's find out, hm?"

He picked up his drink, downed it in one swallow and saluted Celeborn with an empty glass.

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Telepe chuckled, cleared his throat and sang. "If all of the lasses were bricks in a pile and I were a mason, I'd lay them in style." His chuckle turned to a full-on laugh and he added. "Careful what you wish for. You might just get it."

He filled both their empty glasses. "Your turn...if you're up to it."

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"Gawd!" Rumil covered his eyes with his hand, laughing. "That was drinking Thranduil-style. What do you usually get up to when you are drunk?"

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"I sing! You didn't enjoy my song??" He laughed and shook his head. "I'm wounded. That song was among my best."

Telepe downed another shot. "Other than singing, what do get up to? Hmm. I have a feeling you're going to find out."

[rumil_of_lorien]

Celeborn's fingers in his hair felt good, but not enough. Rumil gazed up at Celeborn, wondering if he would really have to ply him with vodka to get him to some more decisive action.

He chuckled at the question. "That's an easy one. I don't get drunk." And that was nothing but truth.

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Telepe arched an eyebrow. "Really?" He hadn't anticipated than answer, but now that Ru'd said it, he didn't find it terribly surprising.

He brushed his thumb along the curve of Rumil's jawline. "Why not? Afraid of losing control?"

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Rumil raised one shoulder in an indifferent shrug. "In my case it's just not worth it. It'd take too much effort and booze. I can drink almost anyone under the table.

And yeah - getting shitfaced isn't safe. Take your friend Thranduil. He was lucky to wake up at all, even if liberated of his money and drugged."

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"Can you, now?" Telepe thought that sounded like a challenge he'd like to take up...but not tonight. He slid his hands to where the curve of Ru's shoulders met his neck and began rubbing, chuckling at Ru's colorful descriptor. "It's not safe to take drunk in downtown London, I'll give you that. If you're going to lose control, it's better to do so in a safe place."

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"Yeah, I can." That was no bragging. "I've spent the last couple of centuries in the eastern Europe, to be more precise, in Russia. Even more specifically - in Russian SF. I can drink anything inflammable." He gave Celeborn a crooked smile.

His lashes fluttered down at the pleasurable pressure to his shoulders, but then he looked up again, an eyebrow cocked. "A safe place? You know any?"

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"Russia, hmm? I suppose you prefer snow and ice to balmy weather?" Telepe changed his grip to massage along Ru's arms and upper back. "There are some advantages to colder weather. Vodka being one."

He leaned down and murmured against the cusp of Ru's ear. "Here is safe."

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Rumil chuckled. "Russia is large, you know. Not all of it is snow and ice."

He glanced up at Celeborn, biting on his lip to hide a smirk. "Are you inviting me to get drunk? Do you plan to take advantage of me now?"

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"It's up to you," Telepe replied, peering down at him with a sly grin. "You've already said you prefer to stay sober, but if you want to change your mind, you can. Like I said. It's safe."

His hands wanderd lower to rub along his torso, then back up over his chest. "Tell me more about Russia. I've never visted."

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"Russia? What do you want to know about her? It's vast. And beautiful in so many different ways. There are mountains and seashores, forests and steppes... It takes time to come to know her, but then she kind of gets under your skin." He shrugged. "It's an interesting country. Complicated, diverse... often nonplussing but never dull."

"Look," he said, abruptly dropping the subject, "if you are giving me a proper shoulder rub, it'd probably help if I took off my t-shirt, no?" He looked up at Celeborn with wide innocent eyes.

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"Probably, but I didn't want you to think I had anything inhospitible in mind," Telepe said with a wink. "My goal is to be a gracious host and if stripping down makes you more comfortable, than who am I to argue."

[rumil_of_lorien]

Rumil gave an amused huff. "Yeah, right."

In one fluid motion he was up on his feet. He pulled his shirt off and dropped it onto the coffee table. Then he leaned forward, bracing his hands on Celeborn's thighs and bringing their faces close enough for his breath to ghost over Celeborn's lips.

"You are welcome to rub any body part of mine you fancy," he murmured. "And I'd be happy to return the favour."

He crossed the last inch between their lips, and this time the kiss was unhurried and unassuming, giving Celeborn a chance to decide how far he wanted to take it.

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Telepe had thought he'd take things slow, nice and easy, get to know his date, but those intentions hit the floor along with Ru's shirt. He hooked his thumbs in the beltoops of Ru's jeans and pulled him onto his lap. "What if I'd rather do this for a while," he murmured against Ru's lips.

The kiss was nice, soft and slow with the promise of more to come. His lips parted, searching for the silky warmth of Ru's tongue.

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Rumil straddled Celeborn's lap, resting his forearms on the back of the sofa. He laced his fingers through Celeborn's hair, tilting his head back and holding him in place.

As Celeborn's lips parted, he murmured his approval and delved in to explore and taste. His tongue swept Celeborn's mouth, teasing the palate with the smooth stud of his piercing and sliding sensuously along Celeborn's tongue.

Rumil rocked gently in Celeborn's lap, enjoying the heat that was building up between them.

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Telepe slid his hands slowly up the planes of Ru's back, fingers tracing the muscles that rippled and shifted with each move, warm and pliant, pulling him closer.

The kiss left him breathless and heady. Eagerly, he chased Ru's tongue, thrilling at the juxtaposition of hard metal and soft flesh, of plush lips and sharp teeth. As his hands continued to map Ru's body, they roamed over firm abs, taut sides and nipples that were pierced just like Ru's tongue. He thumbed over them. "Why the piercings?" he murmured against Ru's lips.

[rumil_of_lorien]

Rumil sucked in a breath at the teasing touch to his nipples.

"Ah, to sharpen sensations," he replied, his voice husky with arousal. He licked Celeborn's lips and nipped gently along his jaw line. "The tongue for my bed-mates, the nipples for me."

He shifted back a little so that he could nuzzle Celeborn's neck and swirl his tongue in the hollow of Celeborn's throat while his hands deftly undid the buttons on Celeborn's shirt and slipped inside.

Rumil hummed his approval against Celeborn's skin and pushed the lapels of the shirt wider apart, his lips following the track of his fingers.

[snarky_silvan]

Ru's lips on Telepe's neck nearly undid him. A little growl of frustration rumbled in his chest and he slid his hands down Ru's back, over the curve of his ass and hooked them behind each knee. "Let's see how sensitive you are," he breathed against the side of Ru's neck. In one swift movement, he flipped Ru onto his back and onto the sofa, following him down and lying on top of him. His tongue licked a hot trail down the center of Ru's chest, then flicked over one pierced nipple.

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Rumil's body tensed, instantly ready to fight, but he checked the instinctive reaction and purposefully made himself stay put and relax.

He hissed at the warm drag of Celeborn's tongue over his sensitive flesh, heat rushing down his spine to pool in the pit of his stomach. He hooked a foot over Celeborn's leg, arching up into the hard body on top of him. He wanted more skin-on-skin contact, so he tugged on Celeborn's shirt.

"Off!" he demanded breathlessly.

[snarky_silvan]

Telepe felt Ru startle underneath him, and he put a calming hand on his chest. "I've got you," reassured him. "Nothing will happen that we both don't agree to, I promise." And when Ru relaxed and melted beneath him, he grinned, chasing the little shiver that ran along Ru's soft skin. He nosed Ru's head to one side and kissed lightly over his temples, along the sharp rise of a cheekbone, over the cusp of his ear. Ru's breathless demand and tugging on the hem of his shirt was a sweet response.

In a fluid movement, Telepe sat back on his haunches and whipped his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor behind him. "Is this what you wanted?" His eyes drank in Ru's naked torso, wanton and laid out like pure sin and he drug his tongue over his lower lip in anticipation.

[rumil_of_lorien]

Rumil looked up at the elf towering above him. It was not the position he was used to. But he was flexible, in more than one way, and once upon a time he'd known how to enjoy it from both ends. Maybe, for a couple of hours he could let go. Maybe, it would be a relief to stop trying to keep everything covered and to let someone else to do all the work. Lie back, relax and enjoy. Should be fun, right?

Rumil's eyes slid over the broad expanse of Celeborn's chest, the sculptured muscles of his shoulders, and a slow grin bloomed on his face.

"Fuck yeah."

Rumil lifted his hand and ran his fingers down Celeborn's bare torso, hooking them in the belt of Celeborn's jeans. He popped the button undone and pressed down, spreading the zipper open with two fingers - the trick he'd mastered to perfection. He scraped lightly the bulge he found inside, and his eyes flew up to Celeborn's face.

"Unless this is not what you want?" His mouth curled into a little cheeky smirk.

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Telepe grunted softly and pushed forward against the warm hand that palmed his cock. "How could I not want this?" He grabbed Ru's hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing each finger one by one. "How could I not want you?"

Slowly, he lowered himself until he was nestled once again between Ru's thighs. "If anything makes you uncomfortable, say so. Tonight, my job is to make you feel incredible." And he began that job by claiming Ru's lips in a searing kiss.

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Rumil parted his lips, opening up for the kiss and allowing Celeborn to explore and taste him in turn. His hands traveled down Celeborn's back to grip his backside, pulling him closer. Rumil groaned and squirmed at the tantalizing pressure to his trapped cock.

When they broke apart for breath, he grinned up at Celeborn. "A most gracious host, you are. I hope you don't offer this kind of hospitality to all your guests." He was only half-joking, for he suddenly yearned to be special.

This out-of-the-blue need gave him a jolt of surprise, and to conceal it he leaned up to lick along Celeborn's throat. He slipped his hands under the belt of Celeborn's jeans and splayed them over the mounds of Celeborn's ass, enjoying the feel of the taut warm flesh under his palms.

His own jeans were swiftly growing painfully tight, and he squirmed again, trying to ease the discomfort.

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"No," he breathed against the damp skin of Ru's neck. "Just you." He rolled his hips slow and hard against Ru's to emphasize his point. The friction was hot and delicious and maddening and the calloused fingers that were splayed over his ass added sparks to the kindling.

"Gods, I want you," Telepe huffed as his hand reached between their bodies, fumbled with the button's on Ru's fly and slid inside. He kissed his way down, over each pierced nipple, dipping into a dimpled belly-button, to mouth over the hardness that peeked over the top of Ru's jeans.

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Rumil had been around enough not to believe every word he heard, especially those uttered in passion. But Celeborn’s admission made something in his chest fucking flutter. What did that say about him and his current state of mind?

Celeborn’s mouth on him made any analytical process impossible, though, and Rumil gave up, surrendering himself to sensations. He bit back a cry of pain-tinted pleasure at the delightful merciless pressure to his straining cock, the remnants of blood leaving his brain in a rush, along with all coherent thought.

He was burning with need. The leather of the sofa under his bare back heated and got damp, sticking to his skin, and he pushed himself up onto his elbows, gazing down at Celeborn with eyes that seemed almost black, with his pupils blown wide.

“Well, I’m here,” he invited, his voice husky and dark.

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Telepe yanked Ru's jeans down lower on his thighs and flicked his darkened eyes up to catch Ru's gaze. "So you are," he breathed against the swollen skin of Ru's cock. His lips closed over it, sucking hard, drawing all the way up to the tip, then swallowing it back down again. One palm rested on Ru's inner thigh while the other skated through the damp curls between his legs. The shivers and bucks of the hips beneath him urged him onward. Soon, his own jeans became unbearably tight.

Reluctantly, he pulled back, releasing Ru's cock from his lips with a wet pop. "These need to go. Now." He tugged at Ru's jeans, then stood to wriggle out of his own.

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Rumil swallowed another cry when his cock was suddenly engulfed in the delicious wet heat. A shudder wracked his body and his arms threatened to give under him. With wide eyes, he watched Celeborn go down on him, and the sight fanned the fire raging in his body.

If in his far away youth someone had told him that one of his favourite guilty-pleasure daydreams would come true one day, he would have called them lying liars that lie. But here it was coming true right before his eyes. Rumil reached down with one hand and tangled his fingers in Celeborn’s hair. No, not Celeborn – Lee, he had to remind himself.

He tried to keep still, allowing his hips only little instinctive thrusts. He did not want to press his luck and do something that might be considered over the top. He could not help a gasp of protest when the warm mouth suddenly let go of him and cool air hit his heated flesh.

Obeying Celeborn’s command, he struggled out of his skinny jeans, kicked them away and sat up, taking in the naked glory presented to his eyes. His gaze slid down Celeborn’s body from his face to the hardened flesh proudly rearing between his legs. The tip of Rumil’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. He looked up.

“We are going to soil your expensive leather furniture,” he warned, a corner of his mouth quirking up.

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"It's been treated," Telepe replied with a little smirk. After his last amorous encounter, he'd made sure of that. "And if it can't stand up to a bit of fun, then I know where they sell more."

"But," he said, as he knelt in front of Ru, "if you'd rather go to the bedroom, that's fine, too. I can carry you there, princess style," he teased, eye dancing merrily.

Ru's legs were long and lean and seemed to stretch on for miles. Telepe dipped his head, letting his long hair spill forward, and placed an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of Ru's thigh, tasting the salty warmth of his skin. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to map every inch of it with his lips, starting with the strong thigh that flexed under his nibbles.

As he moved upward, his hands hooked under Ru's knees, pulling him forward. "You're beautiful," he murmured. His lips mouthed over Ru's heavy sac, then climbed up to taste him completely.

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Rumil’s mouth twisted. “I thought you said I was the only one getting this sort of hospitality on your sofa?” He squashed a sudden, unasked-for pang of disappointment and kept smiling. “Liar.”

Well, here was the true value of words for you – an absolute naught. He gave a mental shrug.

“I’d say a bedroom on the first date is too much too fast,” he said.

And too intimate. Bedrooms were not for casual fucks like him. But that was ok with him. Casual sex was good. Easy, uncomplicated and unassuming – safe.

He smirked. “I’ve been fucked in way less savory places. So your posh leather furniture will do.”

Even though said leather was already clinging to his bare ass. But then again – it was not the worst thing that had ever clung to it.

Rumil’s body was reacting to Celeborn’s expert touch, and he did not try to curb or conceal the reaction. He slid back down to his elbows and watched Celeborn from under the lowered lashes, his breath coming in quick little inhales between his parted lips.

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Telepe noticed the little flit of disappointment that crossed Ru's face, and frowned. "You've misunderstood," he said, "and I cannot have that."

He rose from his kneeling position, joined Ru on the sofa and pullled the smaller elf into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around him. "I spoke the truth when I said I had not had success finding relationships with men. Their interests are superficial and fleeting," he spoke against the cusp of Ru's ear. "Just because I have tasted does not mean I have devoured. When I said you were special, I meant it. You are." He ran his tongue up over the tip of Ru's ear and let one hand wander upward to thumb over a peaked nipple. "And I don't think I can have merely a taste."

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Rumil kept his head bowed. The words washed over him and surged back like a wave, leaving him untouched. He was aware that the only thing special about him - in comparison to men, of course - was him being an elf. But there were other elves around. He was just one of many, and far from the best one.

God, it was bloody awkward. He was not used to this kind of... stuff. This was what came out of letting emotions get the better of him.

"Look, you don't have to justify yourself to me," he said. "It's your life and your choices. It's not like I expected love at first sight and eternal fidelity from you."

He cringed inside. Fuck, why did he have the feeling he was only making things worse?

"Ugh." He finally raised his head and looked at Celeborn. "Can we please just go back to what we were doing?" he asked hopefully. "Tasting and all that sh- eh, jazz?"

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"Good," chuckled Telepe with a nuzzle to Ru's ear, "because I'm promising neither, but I do want you to hear what I am saying. I like you. I like the way you challenge my expectations and keep me slightly off center. I like your frankness and your smile and your wicked sense of humor. And it's okay if you don't believe me when I tell you that you're special. I'll just keep saying it until you do."

He nipped hard at Ru's earlobe and stroked down the flat planes of his abdomen. "Back to tasting and all that...shit," he breathed. And he fully intended to taste every bit of him, starting with the soft curve of neck under his lips. He bit down just as his hand closed around Ru's cock once again.

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"Yeah, yeah, and you like my legs, too," Rumil muttered, his lips twitching. Now that he could be a sarcastic little shit again, he felt more in his element.

He hissed at the bite on his ear, a jolt of hot pleasure shooting through his body straight to his cock. Another bite, this time to his neck, made him shiver. He did not care if he would sport bruises in the morning. Rough handling was an unfailing turn-on for him, and he pushed into Celeborn's hand, his cock once again standing at full attention.

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"As a matter of fact, I do. I like them a lot," he said as he mouthed his way down Ru's shoulder. His own cock rose rigid between them, trapped between his stomach and Ru's ass, and he grunted softly with every little wriggle of Ru's hips. "As if that's not obvious."

Ru might spout all sorts of sarcastic barbs, but at least his body couldn't lie. It told a fine tale of what he liked and how he liked it. Telepe took note of his shivers and grazed his teeth along the back of his neck. One hand built a steady pace, while the other drifted back up to tease over a nipple. He gave it a tug and grinned.

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“Then I’m totally your type, I guess,” Rumil muttered, grinning to himself.

He let out a ragged breath at the tug to his nipple, his hips jerking. The tight squeeze of Celeborn’s fist on his cock was good but no longer enough.

Rumil felt the tantalizing heat of Celeborn’s hard flesh pressed to his backside and squirmed, pushing back and rubbing his ass against that hardness.

“Are we doing it?” he demanded breathlessly. “Or are we just fooling around?”

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Telepe placed both hands on Ru's shoulders and pushed him gently, face-down on the sofa. Sweet Eru, that ass was amazing. "Doing it?" he teased, dragging his fingernails lightly down Ru's back. "I have no idea what you're talking about. You need to be more specific." He ducked his head and followed the scrape of his nails with a hot trail of licks and nibbles all the way down to the base of Ru's spine.

No wonder Ru'd had a lot of partners. A little tinge of worry flickered in Telepe's chest. It had been a long time since he'd done this. He'd never had any complaints before, but Ru was different, and he wondered off-hand how he'd measure up. But as his eyes traveled the length of Ru's taut frame, he decided there was nothing to be done for it. He dove in, spreading his hands over Ru's bottom and thrusting his tongue deep inside.

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Rumil huffed in amusement as he was pushed down. Celeborn wanted him to talk dirty? Well, he could do that. He had no qualms about saying aloud what he wanted to be stuffed where.

But the hot wet trickle of kissed down his spine got him momentarily distracted, and he shivered in delight. And then -

"Fuck!" He jerked with all his body, fire shooting through his every nerve ending. "Holy shit..."

It had been a long while since he was treated to that kind of attention. Rumil pressed his face into the soft leather of the sofa to muffle the helpless groan of pleasure.

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That's more like it, Telepe thought to himself. Hadn't lost the magic touch after all. And Ru's ass was glorious, so it's not like he wasn't completely immersed in the task at hand. He worked him slowly, carefully, adding a finger to ensure Ru was absolutely ready for him.

Of course condoms and lube were both in the bedroom. He huffed a sign of frustration at his lack of forethought and gave Ru's bottom a sharp nip with his teeth. "I'll be right back. Don't start without me." His goal was to break a land-speed record running between the sofa and the bedroom and back.

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Lee was nothing if not solicitous, a much better lover than Rumil had had in ages. Even the long-forgotten role of a catcher was no setback for him. He trusted Lee, so he was able to relax and enjoy what was given to him. His need was blazing and he did not want to wait a moment longer.

He gasped at the bite and laughed breathlessly at Lee's predicament. It looked like he had been able to catch him unprepared. "Out of practice, aren't we?" he teased and nodded at his discarded jeans by the sofa. "Back pocket."

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"Out of practice??!" Telepe tried hard to sound offended, but ended up sounding more amused than angry and swallowed down a laugh. "And here I thought you'd be charmed to find out that I don't have a stash of condoms in every room."

He dug around in the pocket of Ru's jeans until he found what he was looking for. "Do you always ride around with one of these, or did you come here with the express intention of seducing me? Because that would be awesome."

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"I am," Rumil assured him. "Totally charmed."

He propped his head on his hand and watched Celeborn with laughing eyes. "I do ride prepared. But if you want the truth, I've come here with every intention to have you. Any way I can get you." He gave Celeborn an unabashed smile. "Will that do? Or not good enough?"

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Telepe felt the first flush of a blush heat his cheeks and he grinned in spite of it. "Flattery will get you...well, right now it will get you whatever you want," he admitted truthfully. The fact that Ru wanted him so much secretly thrilled him. "And I feel certain I know what you want."

He carefully unwrapped the condom and rolled it on, positioning himself at Ru's entrance and sliding slowly inside. Eru, it felt amazing. He braced one hand on the sofa next to Ru's shoulder and wrapped the other one around his waist. "Mmm, the things I am going to do to you," he murmured into Ru's ear.