(He licks his lips, shivering with a small sigh. The chocolate is a lovely addition to Astaldo's skin, but that is unsurprising. His husband is sweet already.)
Tease. (Tambë chuckles, moaning and cradling the back of his lover's head.) ...mmm so?
[Astaldo coated his fingers in chocolate as he ran then down Tambe's chest, following with his mouth and tongue. He knelt as he got to Tambe's hips, smearing some chocolate on his thigh, licking it off slowly as he looked up at his lover.]
(His eyes widen and he is transfixed. Warmth - no, pure heat - fills his chest and makes his heartbeat stronger. Fingon's love for him leaves him in awe.)
You taste perfect. [He wouldn't change anything. He slowly smeared chocolate sauce down the length of Tambe's member, setting the jar aside when he was done.
He leaned down to run his tongue up Tambe's length slowly, grinning.
(The urge to argue dies before the words form on his lips. Seeing Astaldo in such a position with the water trickling down his skin and dark hair is one of the loveliest sights he has ever witnessed. He caresses those wet strands lovingly, breath hitching as he feels the chocolate.)
Are you turning me into a tre-ea-t! (The word sounds ridiculous, but that tongue! Tambë buries his fingers in Astaldo's hair to hold on.)
[His husband was his favorite treat of all and he loved every taste. He pulled back he smeared another bit of chocolate across the head of Tambe's member before going back to take him in his mouth once more.
He grabbed onto Tambe's hip, letting his tongue explore.]
A-Ah Finno - You're going to - make me - (Fall or release! Maybe both! And then he will be a ridiculous mess. Yet he can't find a single part of him that cares at the moment.
He holds Astaldo's head in place, thumb stroking his ear.)
[Astaldo gripped his lover's hip though, encouraging him to release if he needed too. He wanted to swallow all of him and he groaned around his lover, encouraging him.]
(The groan does it and he has to grab onto the wall to keep from collapsing. He whispers something in Quenya - a curse or words of love - as he climaxes. Then he leans his forehead against the wall, letting the water wash over him.)
You only think? (The cool, slick surface is a nice contrast to his overheated body. He bends his head and kisses Astaldo ravenously, smearing chocolate on his chest.)
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Tease. (Tambë chuckles, moaning and cradling the back of his lover's head.) ...mmm so?
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How does it taste, love?
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He leaned down to run his tongue up Tambe's length slowly, grinning.
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Are you turning me into a tre-ea-t! (The word sounds ridiculous, but that tongue! Tambë buries his fingers in Astaldo's hair to hold on.)
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He grabbed onto Tambe's hip, letting his tongue explore.]
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He holds Astaldo's head in place, thumb stroking his ear.)
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You are...very...very...mischievous.
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I know you like it though.
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What do you think?
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Mmm I think that is approval. [He stood up then, pulling Tambe up so he could lean back against the shower wall with his lover.]
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