"I do!" The groan had Maedhros smirk against Fingon's lips. He'd known his husband would come to him- so of course he'd made sure they wouldn't have to leave the bed once they got there.
His breath caught with the stroking, hips jerking into his husband's hand. "Fingon," he murmured softly.
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Date: 2015-11-27 09:36 am (UTC)His breath caught with the stroking, hips jerking into his husband's hand. "Fingon," he murmured softly.