“You probably already know this,” drawled the blond, sprawled on his back, to the darkling ellon hovered over him, “but you have a magnificently huge cock. Hung like one of your horses. So firm... unyielding... makes me want to get onto my hands and knees and beg to be fucked all night by you.”
Erestor pretended to look appalled as he stroked the item in question, hand fisted firmly at the base. “It amazes me that one who appears so pure can have such a vulgar vocabulary.”
“Perhaps if my mouth is so filthy,” countered Glorfindel with a mirthful smirk, “you should not be attempting to stick your dick into it.” He lifted his head, and flicked his tongue.
Erestor snorted, and did so anyhow.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Erestor, Glorfindel, and naughty words