{Video; UN: elvenking}

[tauraran]

{The Iris moon has blessed him indeed! Instead of his crown, Thranduil is sporting antlers - pristine and white. Much the same shade as his...fur. Tufts of wintry white fur outline the sharp edges of his face, trailing down the sides of his neck to disappear under his collar.}

My Fëanorian has left me and I am in need of assistance. If you are willing to help me ride out this storm {no irony intended}, I will give you my address.

{Otherwise he is quite stuck. His hand or some apparatus must do and that will just leave him displeased.}

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[tauraran]

{He can count the minutes with the beat of his heart. Thranduil loosens the ties of his robe on purpose, so that when The Iron Bull enters, he frees himself of the garment entirely. His fur ends at the tips of his shoulders, but it starts again - in a silky line - down the outer edge of his legs.

He is glad for the lack of introduction - as if any introduction is needed - and he grabs onto Bull's shoulders, lifting himself to wrap his legs around the other's waist. The kiss is returned heatedly, angrily, tongues dueling...}

[nehraachargers]

[Strong hands grab his ass as he carries him over to the nearest wall. There he presses the guy right against it, grinding his hips firmly against Thranduil's. This lets him be able to move one of his hands down, see if he's got the full package of being an Iris.

Yeah. Important to check how much lube he needs. Which definitely means pushing a finger inside him to get a good feel even as they fiercely make out.]

[tauraran]

{What a knowledgeable partner he has found! ...or...found him? It doesn't matter. Thranduil whimpers and presses against that finger, wanting more. So much more.

Yes, he is lubricated. Very lubricated. And feverishly hot. Iris hasn't eased him into this and, as a creature of instinct, he is helpless.}

I have been prepared for days.

[nehraachargers]

Yeah. I can feel that.

[Bull chuckles a bit but keeps fingering him anyway. It's a turn on for him and he knows that he needs to get himself fully up to match where this guy's at now. No point in putting a half flaccid dick in him. That won't satisfy anything.]

Iris is really tough on you guys. Getting you so hot and needy.

[He shifts to thrust another finger into him, taking advantage of how long they are to really reach inside him even with the position they're in.]

You're gonna need a few rounds.

[tauraran]

I'm hardly trying to hide it.

{He groans, frustrated and squirming against Bull's fingers. Color blooms on his cheeks and he presses his hips into the intrusion, breathing shakily, shallowly.}

How fortunate...that we have...kind souls like yourself to help - !

{Thranduil gasps and drags Bull into a hard, needy kiss, answering his conclusion with actions instead of words. Yes. Several rounds at least, please.}

[nehraachargers]

[Kissing him roughly, he uses his other than to start getting his pants down. Because one of them is still very dressed here. Luckily for Thranduil that doesn't take long and soon he's got his dick out enough that he can start lining it up.

Before long, he's replacing his fingers with it, pushing into him deep with one thrust. Normally this is when he'd wait a second or so for his partner to adjust.

Not today.

So the Elf gets treated to him starting to thrust quickly into him from the get go. Just to help him start getting those rounds in.]

[tauraran]

{The Bull is merciful indeed! Thranduil doesn't need more teasing - or any, for that matter. Iris is driving him mad and even if he is torn by the other's rough entry, he is an Elf. He will heal.

Throwing his head back with a hoarse cry, his body arches as if he has been shocked. The pain and pleasure is precisely what he needs. Tightening his legs around the Bull's waist, he pants helplessly, almost sobbing.}

[nehraachargers]

[There's no point in starting the pace off slow so Bull doesn't bother. He thrusts into him roughly from the start, pounding him right into the wall. He's sure if he were in Sanguis form right now he'd possibly put a dent in it. As it stands, he's able to at least keep him firmly pinned to the wall with every move he makes.]

That's it. Let it all go. I'm not stopping anytime soon.

[tauraran]

{The force and the feeling of being trapped inflame him. He has put his trust in the Bull and he is being repaid with sharp, bright shocks of pleasure. Thranduil's voice rises, almost musically, praising his partner. Why shouldn't he? The Bull is giving him relief.

He can't last long, the first round, and he grips the Bull's muscular shoulders, moaning as he climaxes, making a glorious mess between them.}

Yes!

[nehraachargers]

[Now this is where he could stop. He could give him a break. Bull doesn't though. Instead he hauls the Elf over to the bed to drop him down and start again. The pace is just as hard as the last time, not showing any mercy to Thranduil.

Bull is dating someone with the Iris blessing. He knows that he has to keep going and going to give them any sort of relief.]

[tauraran]

{The choice is appreciated. Thranduil finds himself getting worked up almost immediately after a climax - almost as if the climax itself aroused him! It's a vicious circle and he clings to the Bull, gasping his gratitude as he arches into the thrusts.

There has to be end to it. His legs tighten around the other's waist and he distracts himself by lifting himself to kiss the Bull.}