𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳.

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the fact that mairon is being gentler than he first perceived, is enough to have thranduil melt into the kiss further more﹔guard still up, but nowhere near as it was. he had almost forgotten what such a simple action felt like. how breathtaking.

the whimper is music to his ears, other hand coming to loosely wrap round meludir’s waist﹔keeping him close as their kiss continues on. the other elf’s lips are so soft against his own. he was free to spend as much time with thranduil like this as his heart desired.

his free hand immediately cradles against the nape of meludir’s neck the second their lips collide﹔being just as soft - letting himself indulge, letting himself melt into it. it was breathtaking, in earnest.

at the nod, thranduil leans in until their lips are barely touching, voicing in a whispered tone of amusement, ❛do you want to kiss me, meludir?❜ because if not, he won’t. better to be a gentleman - whilst also being flirtatious.

the elvenking hasn’t done something like this in quite a time, which is what he’ll blame his reactions on﹔hands slowly and hesitantly reaching forward to grasp into the fabric on mairon’s chest. he’s somewhat relaxing into all of this, but feels like he shouldn’t be indulging.

there’s a second or two before thranduil actually starts properly kissing back﹔doing this with someone like 𝘩𝘪𝘮, shouldn’t feel so tantalizing. it’s a grievance. even still, it takes more composure than he’d like to admit not to hitch his breath, blush still apparent.

thranduil could keep him warm﹔pulling meludir up against his chest the second their hands intertwine, now flush. it’s cute, how red and nervous the elf is. ❛do you know what the mistletoe implies?❜ a beguiling tone, asking rather than intruding with a kiss.

it’s annoying and embarrassing, but thranduil can’t help the faint tint that flushes onto his cheeks, as his head is tilted up﹔seeing where mairon’s gaze faltered. ❛just get it over with,❜ a near scoff, followed by a small roll of his eyes.

❛not at all— in fact, i seem to be glad to be found here.❜ underneath the mistletoe with meludir, daring to outstretch one of his hands for the elf to take. the rules are to kiss one another﹔and thranduil certainly has no qualms against that, simper prominent.

being caught beneath mistletoe with meludir﹔it’d be a lie to voice that he doesn’t like it. ❛no need to bow,❜ though he finds it endearing, tone suave and gentle, a simper on his lips﹔hand dropping to tuck some of meludir’s hair behind his cute, blushing ear.

❛i was not lingering—❜ he would like to believe that this is a predicament he loathes entirely, but. ❛i merely happened to 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 beneath it,❜ crossing his arms over his chest, unamused at mairon’s simper.

— 𓃭.

simply, that i could be suggestive, and that you would like it, 𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘧.

he’s missed him desperately.

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hello, handsome.

he’s freezing, tugging on the lapels of his robes.

the elven king smiles to himself, moving bard so that he rested against and atop him. he’s warm. the man can drink as much as he likes, so long as he doesn’t actually harm himself.

someone always seems to be drinking too much. — cue thranduil climbing onto his bed beneath the sheets, at bard’s side, pulling him in close.

if i was being suggestive, you would know it—