A faint hiss cut through the air of the dimly lit chamber
“Valar, ‘Roh! That is hot!”
Elrohir murmured incoherently, too occupied with the streams and dribbles of melted chocolate to properly respond. The rich, heavily sugared confection was thick and sweet on his tongue, the bitterness of the dark chocolate somewhat subdued by a touch of fresh cream.
The familiar taste seemed transformed by a hint of salt and the indefinable flavor that was Elladan’s alone.
With a final swipe at tightly pebbled nipples and shifting muscle, he raised darkened eyes to meet his brother’s gaze. “’Tis only because you are chilled, tôren,” he purred wickedly.
“Let me warm you.”
