Hi! Are you still doing the kiss prompt list thing? If you are can I request Glorfindel and Ecthelion with #6?? Thanks!!
This seems to have been lost in my inbox entirely :o better late than never?:
Glorfindel’s lips were soft, and he tasted like sweet wine and sunshine.
Ecthelion smiled against his lips, keeping his eyes closed to let the moment linger. Beyond the tapestry that hid them from view, the masked ball was in full swing, laughter and the sound of many voices washing over him like waves of the ocean.
“Daring,” Glorfindel breathed, stealing another kiss.
Ecthelion grinned, relaxing the hold that had let him pull Glorfindel behind the wall hanging, running a couple fingers down the length of the strap that crossed his well-shaped chest.
“Ecthelion,” Glorfindel groaned. “We should not be doing this.”
“Glor-fin-del,” Ecthelion replied mockingly, drawing out his name as he walked his fingers back up, whispering past Glorfindel’s collar bone to feel those soft locks left loose. “Kiss me again.”
“We will be missed,” Glorfindel warned, though he made no move to escape, and stole another kiss instead.
“Mhmm,” Ecthelion agreed carelessly. Abducting the guest of honour from his own celebration was still the best plan he’d had all day, whether he could have him for a moment or spend hours just like this.
In truth, Turgon would miss his beautiful conquest sooner rather than later, but against the taste of Glorfindel’s lips and the warmth of his bared skin beneath Ecthelion’s palms, Turgon’s displeasure mattered very little.
Glorfindel made a sound that was half exasperation, half surrender, and Ecthelion felt those strong hands on his hips, spinning them around until his back pressed against the cool wall, trapping him between the stone and Glorfindel’s bulk.
Precisely where he wanted to be, of course.
“You,” Glorfindel moaned between kisses, “will get me in trouble one day.”
“Most assuredly,” Ecthelion agreed breathlessly, chasing Glorfindel’s lips for more. “But you love me.”
“I do, yes,” Glorfindel agreed.
They both froze.
Ecthelion knew his face to be flushed with far more than the stirrings of pleasure as he broke the kiss, staring into those green eyes to see his own shock echoed there.
“A toast!” Turgon’s voice rung in the room, breaking the spell that held them in place. “To the winner of today’s games, the Lord of the House of Golden Flowers,” the King continued.
Ecthelion did not move.
Glorfindel made a face.
“Lord Glorfindel!” Turgon exclaimed to rounds of applause.
And Glorfindel was gone.
But Ecthelion’s lips tingled with the sweetness of one last kiss.
And the hurried words pressed against them.
I love you, too.
