[ 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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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.]