He made a quiet sound of acknowledgement. "If you threaten my well-being, I will stop you," he said, since that seemed to be something Thranduil would want to hear. It wasn't a lie; even if Thranduil didn't care at all, he would stop the other elf if he felt threatened. In some ways, with all emotions diminished, his sense of self-defense was elevated to the extreme.
With a quiet sigh, Solas let his eyes drift shut. The attention Thranduil paid to him made his body hot, his skin prickle. His breath came in shorter pants. Desire, purely physical, aroused him, and he grew harder from the play. A quiet groan slipped past his lips, his body arching against Thranduil's tongue.
"That is pleasant." The observation came in a murmur. Speaking loudly wasn't done in moments like this, he knew.
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With a quiet sigh, Solas let his eyes drift shut. The attention Thranduil paid to him made his body hot, his skin prickle. His breath came in shorter pants. Desire, purely physical, aroused him, and he grew harder from the play. A quiet groan slipped past his lips, his body arching against Thranduil's tongue.
"That is pleasant." The observation came in a murmur. Speaking loudly wasn't done in moments like this, he knew.