Elrohir shifted restlessly, his eyelids fluttering behind the grey silk blindfold. His over-sensitized skin tingled against the soft linens, and the faint red line that marked the knife tip�s passage over his chest and stomach stung slightly, causing an agreeable tightening low in his belly. ��Dan?� he rasped. �Where are you?�
Standing at the foot of the bed, Elladan watched the rhythmic flex and ripple of muscle as Elrohir strained against the leather strap that bound his hands to the elaborately carved headboard. Elrohir�s body bore witness to the intensity of the evening�s play, a peppering of vibrant oval bruises and thoughtfully arranged bite marks decorating his pale skin.
Elladan thought there was nothing so erotic, so beautiful, as his brother�s willing submission, Elrohir�s powerful form passive, his to pleasure and control. It was a measure of trust that Elladan never took for granted, and was determined never to betray. A gentle smile touched Elladan�s face and he moved closer, carefully laying the knife aside. He stretched out, nuzzling his brother�s neck before pressing a lingering kiss to Elrohir�s swollen mouth.
�I am here, t�ren,� Elladan whispered, tenderly brushing back a strand of sweat-damp hair. �I will always be here.�