[ Thorin offers a gentle smile. It's a sight more common now that he finds himself happily married, but still a sight to take note of. This particular one has the addition of brows raised. Thorin is not fooled by your words, Thranduil. He knows him too well now.
The dwarf pushes back the robe from Thranduil's legs and takes in the sight of them. Perfect, as the rest of him is. His touch accompanies his travelling sight to inner thigh. ]
This is not battle.
[ And the smile only grows when Thranduil speaks such truths. The thought of the elf as he truly was gasping and begging for him sent a rush through him and Thorin pulled him closer by the hips in answer. His eyes back to the sliver of abdomen exposed. ]
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The dwarf pushes back the robe from Thranduil's legs and takes in the sight of them. Perfect, as the rest of him is. His touch accompanies his travelling sight to inner thigh. ]
This is not battle.
[ And the smile only grows when Thranduil speaks such truths. The thought of the elf as he truly was gasping and begging for him sent a rush through him and Thorin pulled him closer by the hips in answer. His eyes back to the sliver of abdomen exposed. ]
You crying out my name will have that effect.