[ He likes it, he knows he does. Why else would every night where Gimli tries ends with an elf on his back? ]
Oh...
[ Gimli gives a good look over his husband. Fine indeed. If hairless, but he's well used to that by now. He appreciates it for being different than what he had appreciated before. ]
I've seen better.
[ Despite the fact that nothing could be further from the truth. Gimli starts with a kiss to Legolas's neck to get him to tilt it and give the dwarf some room to work with - beard tickling down all of Legolas's chest. They could have their fair share of quick tussles. Tonight was not one of those nights. Yet. ]
Better, hm? Perhaps I ought to get up then. [He's teasing, he'd never get up on Gimli. Especially since this is something Gimli wanted and he can't really say he doesn't want it himself.]
Mm. [A soft sigh and Legolas tilts his head to the side to give Gimli easier access, eyes drifting shut behind the blindfold. He arches his back slightly as his husbands beard brushes against his chest. For someone whose sight is one of their strongest senses, suddenly having it cut off makes a difference.
It's early though and he's not quite so easily undone so he reaches to lightly brush his fingers along Gimli's back.]
[ Half a grumble, half a smile. It's nearly a requirement of language for Gimli. Of course he did purposefully say such in Legolas's ear, growling deep and letting lips graze across the lobe of his pointed ear.
Back to his business, to savoring the taste of his neck. He does try his best to leave marks and bites no matter how quickly they may fade.
The arch into his beard only stirs his hand into motion. Rough and calloused hands touching along the smooth skin of his chest. His thumb traces around more sensitive parts with less of a gentle touch. ]
[ Gimli chuckles again against his skin, letting it hum through him. Noises like that are much better. Exactly the sort of thing he was looking for.
He even allows - or more accurately it escapes - a moan at the touch of soft hand to his hair. It's always been a weakness and he knows Legolas knows it.
This does not stop his hands. It would take far more than that to still hands so skilled and focused. Down they travel and lips are soon to follow along the same path and then more. Across his chest with scratches of beard and cold metal clasps for his braids. Tongue quick to follow to stir Legolas more. All only to pull away and decide what to do next. ]
[Legolas gasps again, fingers still tangled in his hair and lightly pressing against Gimli's scalp, careful of his nails.
Everything feels more intense without his sight and it isn't long before Gimli has Legolas squirming beneath him, breathy little gasps escaping him as Gimli pulls away. It takes all his self control not to whine at the sudden lack of contact, cheeks flushed as the elf reaches to try grasping at Gimli's arms.]
[ Oh those gasps couldn't keep him away for long, but a bit more teasing is necessary if he wants to put his husband through proper torture!
Gimli less than gently - he is still a dwarrow - pushes Legolas's legs apart. Lips and teeth make their trail from knee to inner thigh. He sucks and bites without much pause, hoping to leave more marks that may last until morning. ]
[Oh, Legolas hardly minds. He feels like Gimli sometimes forgets that he's not made of glass, not that he doesn't almost look it.
His toes curl and he groans softly, one hand grasping at sheets and the other reaching to tangle into Gimli's hair again. He whimpers a little, a 'please' being sighed out but in Sindarin. By now though, Gimli probably recognizes quite a few Sindarin phrases.]
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Oh...
[ Gimli gives a good look over his husband. Fine indeed. If hairless, but he's well used to that by now. He appreciates it for being different than what he had appreciated before. ]
I've seen better.
[ Despite the fact that nothing could be further from the truth. Gimli starts with a kiss to Legolas's neck to get him to tilt it and give the dwarf some room to work with - beard tickling down all of Legolas's chest. They could have their fair share of quick tussles. Tonight was not one of those nights. Yet. ]
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Mm. [A soft sigh and Legolas tilts his head to the side to give Gimli easier access, eyes drifting shut behind the blindfold. He arches his back slightly as his husbands beard brushes against his chest. For someone whose sight is one of their strongest senses, suddenly having it cut off makes a difference.
It's early though and he's not quite so easily undone so he reaches to lightly brush his fingers along Gimli's back.]
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[ Half a grumble, half a smile. It's nearly a requirement of language for Gimli. Of course he did purposefully say such in Legolas's ear, growling deep and letting lips graze across the lobe of his pointed ear.
Back to his business, to savoring the taste of his neck. He does try his best to leave marks and bites no matter how quickly they may fade.
The arch into his beard only stirs his hand into motion. Rough and calloused hands touching along the smooth skin of his chest. His thumb traces around more sensitive parts with less of a gentle touch. ]
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Tease. [He breathes softly, fingers tightening against Gimli's back briefly.] Maybe next ti- ah!
[The tracing of Gimli's fingers keep him arched against the dwarf and he in turn tangles one hand lightly into his hair.]
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He even allows - or more accurately it escapes - a moan at the touch of soft hand to his hair. It's always been a weakness and he knows Legolas knows it.
This does not stop his hands. It would take far more than that to still hands so skilled and focused. Down they travel and lips are soon to follow along the same path and then more. Across his chest with scratches of beard and cold metal clasps for his braids. Tongue quick to follow to stir Legolas more. All only to pull away and decide what to do next. ]
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Everything feels more intense without his sight and it isn't long before Gimli has Legolas squirming beneath him, breathy little gasps escaping him as Gimli pulls away. It takes all his self control not to whine at the sudden lack of contact, cheeks flushed as the elf reaches to try grasping at Gimli's arms.]
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Gimli less than gently - he is still a dwarrow - pushes Legolas's legs apart. Lips and teeth make their trail from knee to inner thigh. He sucks and bites without much pause, hoping to leave more marks that may last until morning. ]
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His toes curl and he groans softly, one hand grasping at sheets and the other reaching to tangle into Gimli's hair again. He whimpers a little, a 'please' being sighed out but in Sindarin. By now though, Gimli probably recognizes quite a few Sindarin phrases.]
Such a tease. [He mutters breathlessly.]