Elrohir shivered violently, his knees all but buckling as the hot, wet tongue moved higher, tracing the tensed muscles of first one thigh, then the other. He tightened his grip on the chair back, his fingers digging into the soft brown leather.
Lightly callused thumbs brushed his skin, gently at first, then firmly, with purpose, and Elrohir choked back a wail, wondering, in that brief instant between the heated rush of Elladan�s breath and the first teasing thrust of his tongue, if one could die of pleasure.
A wash of amusement colored Elladan�s passion-addled thoughts, and Elrohir huffed slightly, his indignation cut short by the sharp nip of his brother�s teeth.
�That hurt!� Elrohir panted, though in truth his annoyance was slipping away with each successive swirl of Elladan�s tongue. Another nip followed, soothed by gentle suckling, and he thought it best to forego speech.
And I cannot imagine what is so funny, �Dan.
Elladan snickered, drawing another poorly muffled wail from Elrohir�s mouth.
If it is all the same to you, �Roh, I would appreciate it if you did NOT choose to meet N�mo while clinging to Erestor�s desk chair with your leggings around your knees and my tongue up your arse.
�Elladan!�
Elladan pulled away slightly, his eyes twinkling as he looked up to meet Elrohir�s horrified gaze. �For one thing,� he said impishly, �it would be a bit difficult to explain to our dear Counselor.�