On the Verge of Darkness

Once

In darkness and pain two bodies collide. Gasping breaths mingle.
Elrond’s dark curls flow across gleaming white flesh.

“Just this once, please,” a hoarse whisper. “Just this once!”

He barely hears beyond a realm of touches and tears.
A hand is sliding down his back, between the twin mounds of his bottom, hot fingers lavished with oil. Naked skin pressed against his back, an answer of urgency in his own flesh.

“Yes,” he rasps, bucking against warm oil dripping into his depths.

Words fail as bodies meet, as a hard length of desire forces its way into sobs and sighs.

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