Elladan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his mind filled with images of rushing water and towering pines, his nose buried in the silken ebony strands that trailed across pale blue linens.
He shifted lower, reveling in the faint scent of brisk rain and clean leather that clung to the sharply etched planes of pale skin and sculpted muscle before moving lower still, to nuzzle the tender skin and straining hardness that offered the most precious of scents � the spicy musk of his brother�s waking desire.
�What are you doing?� Elrohir murmured, shifting restlessly.
Elladan smiled wickedly.
�Savoring you, t�ren.�
