{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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[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.}