I don’t understand LGBT people who willingly identify as Christian. What’s the point of following a religion that’s actively trying to eradicate LGBT rights and healthcare? What’s the point of following a religion that calls you a “sinner” or “sodomite” because you’re attracted to the same sex? What’s the point of following a religion that calls trans people “abominations” because “God doesn’t make mistakes” (regarding biological sex). It sounds like an exhausting uphill battle to me.
Queer Christian here! First, I'd like to acknowledge that it is exhausting. There's a lot of Christians out there who either deny our existence or say we have to pick. It's also hard being in the lgbt community as a Christian. There's people there too who deny our existence or (like you imply in this post*) say we have to pick.
That being said, you really can't pick. Having a queer identity just... is. You don't wake up one day like "I'm going to be gay/bi/trans just to add some spice to life!" You can suppress it (which a lot of queer Christians do) but it's never going to go away.
Faith is different in some ways, but similar in others. Unlike sexuality/gender, it's not innate. It's something you choose. However, once you do choose it, it's just as deeply ingrained into your identity as your sexuality or gender. Religion isn't just following certain rules because an old book said so; it's a worldview that deeply affects the way you see and interact with the world. Tearing that away would take just as much effort and hurt just as much as suppressing your sexuality/gender.
What those of us who are unwilling to let go of either have to do, is look at those specific passages of the Bible that talk about homosexuality (I don't think it mentions transgender issues even once) and reinterpret them. The Bible is an OLD book and it's been translated about a million times, so reinterpretation is necessary from time to time, regardless of what the literalist sects may believe. There's a website that goes through all of the arguments in the Bible and systematically debunks them that I can't for the life of me find, but I'm seeing a lot of people saying that "Queer Theology" is also a good website.
There's plenty of accepting churches out there if you look. I live in the Bible belt and even I can find lgbt friendly churches wherever I go.
*I'm not getting mad at you here. Just pointing out the rhetoric you're using
hEDS is shitty and all for the way it makes my limbs too bendy and makes all my joints hurt basically constantly, but the fact that the Other Things remain unspoken in most online circles is criminal. it's like JUST as agonizing. because not only do your joints not joint, your ORGANS don't ORGAN.
a hypermobile stomach might digest slower causing intense GI problems—some days i can't eat. a hypermobile uterus may bleed inconsistently and cramp up after sexual activity. a hypermobile bladder may be more prone to incontinence or infection. that's the tip of the iceberg. that's just the stuff I experience.
it's not just Bendy Disease. it can destroy EVERYTHING
So tired of seeing “people with chronic pain are living through something every day, that ordinary people wouldn’t be able to live through for 5 seconds without calling an ambulance”
Sure? For some people yes, but it’s stuff like this that makes people with chronic pain think they can’t have chronic pain because they don’t hurt “enough” for Actual Chronic Pain. Not to mention it’s background pain for a fair number of us, and only disrupts us when we’re in a flare up. My average level of pain seems like it would be a normal person’s “this is concerning but not urgent, we’ll go to the doctor later”.
Gil-galad hadn’t seen much of Elrond over the last several days. That, in and of itself, wasn’t too unusual; they were both busy people, after all. But he’d spoken to him briefly last night as he was heading to his study after dinner and the apprentice was just getting back from the Hall of Healing. So he knew he’d come back to the house instead of falling asleep in the Hall or (even worse) somewhere along the streets between there and here. He wanted to talk to him about an upcoming gala, one with visiting dignitaries from Doriath, but his friend looked like he was nearly dead on his feet, so he let the moment pass, telling himself they could talk over breakfast the next day—Elrond should have the day off from the Hall if his memory served him, so he should make an appearance at the morning meal, simple as it was.
Which was all well and good, up until he checked his schedule and realized he was supposed to attend the agriculture council this morning. The council always met at a terribly early hour. Honestly, he didn’t even know why he was the one who had to attend, he knew next to nothing about farming or harvesting or anything else related to agriculture beyond the eating of delicious food. He must just be low enough on the peon ladder to get the meetings no one else wanted. The 'why' really didn’t matter because now he had to leave the house hours ahead of schedule and he couldn’t wait for breakfast if he still wanted to talk to Elrond, which he very much did.
So, he went to his room and knocked on the door.
“Elrond,” He called, opening the door. “I apologize for the horribly early visit, but I—”
He swallowed the rest of his words. The room was empty.
Elrond wasn’t there. In fact, it looked like he hadn’t been there all night: the bed was perfectly made, and the pitcher of water the servants left on the occasional table was completely untouched. The half-elf was generally a very tidy person, but he wasn’t so obsessed with order as to keep things exactly the way he’d found them. Had he not used his room last night?
Puzzled, he stepped out of the room and looked up and down the quiet hall. Where would Elrond sleep if not in his room? This was very peculiar. He should have set the oddity aside and gone to prepare for the council, but if there was one thing he liked, it was sniffing out a good mystery. He began checking the other unused guest rooms.
Fifteen minutes and half a dozen rooms later, he stood outside his own chambers, no closer to finding his wayward friend. Baffled, and slightly concerned, he started toward the stairs down to the kitchen. Perhaps the cook, who always arrived frightfully early, saw Elrond or had some idea for where he might have gone off to.
As he neared the tightly spiraled staircase mostly used by the servants for quick access to different floors, he passed an old closet, hardly used these years except for the occasional guests who brought more than they could keep in their rooms. Gil-galad had no reason to stop here, except that as he passed the door he thought he heard the faint sound of something moving inside.
He paused.
Oh, he hoped that wasn’t some animal that decided to move into the unused space. The house really was built for grander affairs than even he could pull together on a regular basis, and it seemed like every few months he heard about another nest of little critters getting relocated after someone found them living in a too-long unused spot. He didn’t particularly want to deal with angry little creatures who’d just had their home disturbed, but if he just continued on, he might forget about it entirely and not ask anyone to look into it later. Steeling his nerves, he put his hand on the little handle and opened the door.
Inside, he was confronted by a mound of blankets and winter clothing twisted together into a mass that managed to keep its shape when the door opened. In the center of the fabrics, nestled comfortably under what looked suspiciously like a tablecloth he'd seen last week, his eyes half hooded and smiling slightly in dreamy content, lay Elrond.
Gil-galad stared at him in open-mouthed surprise. What in all of Middle-earth was he doing sleeping in a closet? He said as much, voice high with shock.
Elrond blinked, his eyes coming back into focus as he shook himself and looked up. His expression quickly changed from profound relaxation to surprise and then embarrassment. He blushed, color rising in his cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” He apologized, uncurling himself in the tight space and sitting up, somehow still looking comfortably nestled in the mound of material.
“What are you doing in here?” Gil-galad asked. This couldn’t possibly be more comfortable than a bed with a proper mattress.
“I’m sorry,” He said again, picking up the hem of a garment that looked suspiciously like one of Gil-galad’s winter riding robes which should have been shut away in storage until the weather cooled. He held it up to his chest like some kind of flimsy barrier. “I tried finding someplace where I wouldn’t get in the way.”
“‘Get in the way’?” Gil-galad repeated, baffled. He looked at the pile of fabric, this time realizing that it wasn’t just a randomly thrown-together collection of unused bedding and clothes. It looked, albeit poorly made, like a nest. “Are—Elrond, are you nesting?”
The half-elf blushed harder and hid his face in his hands. “I didn’t mean to!” He exclaimed.
Gil-galad was horrified. “You can’t nest in here,” He reached out to take one of the quilts.
Elrond’s hand shot out as if to stop him.
He froze, fingers hovering over the old quilt, and looked up. To his surprise, his friend looked like he was on the verge of tears. “This isn’t—” He began to say but was interrupted.
“You’re right,” Elrond sniffled. “I shouldn’t have taken these things. They’re yours and I’ll put them back where I found them so you can use them. I shouldn’t have let myself take them in the first place. I’m sorry, I’ve inconvenienced you. You must have better things to do with your morning than tracking all this down.”
He rose on his knees and began picking up the top layer of the nest. Gil-galad felt almost physically ill at the distress on his face at the prospect of pulling apart what he’d so painstakingly built.
“Wait,” He said. “That’s not what I meant.”
Elrond looked at him cautiously, the embarrassment still clear on his face but mingled now with a touch of shame that made Gil-galad’s chest clench.
He sat back on his heels, making it clear that he wasn’t about to go anywhere. As calmly as he could, he said, “You shouldn’t be nesting in a closet. You don’t need to hide.”
Looking a little confused, Elrond settled back down on the fabric, unconsciously snuggling against the armful of clothes he’d picked up. “I’m not hiding,” He said. “I just don’t want to be in anyone’s way.”
“How would nesting in your room, on an actual bed, put you in anyone’s way? It’s your room.” Gil-galad said, feeling like he was missing something.
“I don’t want to be in my room,” Frustration flashed in his friend’s voice.
“Why?” He made a point of ensuring all the rooms were perfectly comfortable. He liked comfortable things.
Elrond squinted back at him and his tone suggested that was a rather foolish question. “It’s too big and empty.”
“So you’d rather be in a closet?”
He groaned and clutched at the makeshift bedding. “It’s out of the way.”
Gil-galad furrowed his brow. As far as he understood, the point of nesting wasn’t to hide in some small, out-of-the-way spot, all alone. In fact, it generally involved a lot of cuddling and spending time with romantic or platonic friends. He couldn’t wrap his head around why Elrond would want to shut himself away and avoid everyone else in the house.
“Is this a Fëanorian thing?” He asked.
The half-elf came to Mithlond from one of the nomadic bands. While nothing like the savage avari tribes in the eastern wildlands, the Fëanorians kept themselves separate enough from the rest of the realm to develop their own peculiar traditions. He wouldn’t put it past them to have some kind of taboo on nesting.
That was, apparently, the wrong thing to say, as Elrond’s expression grew suddenly defensive.
“I didn’t mean it like that!” He amended, even though he had. Thanks to all the trade meetings he attended, he had a better understanding than the average citizen of how important those wandering groups were to the economy and particularly in maintaining contact with the human settlements far to the north. That didn’t mean he couldn’t find them odd and off-putting at times. “It’s just that it feels like we may be running into a cultural difference. I’m sorry that I made you feel like you can’t nest in here—and you can! If that’s really what you want to do. But you don’t have to.”
“I don’t mind,” Elrond said quickly, not nearly as defensive as he’d been before.
Gil-galad sighed and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “You don’t mind a lot of things that I, and most everyone else here, think are absolutely intolerable. Could you explain why you want to nest in this old closet?”
He knew it wasn’t his friend’s job to explain himself or his upbringing to anyone, least of all a minor member of King Finarfin’s court, but he wouldn’t be able to focus all day if he thought the other was hiding because he didn’t want to be a bother—which he never was—or, worse yet, because Gil-galad did something to make him think the behavior wasn’t acceptable.
That last part was a truly horrible thought. “Wait,” He said. “Did I do something that made you feel unwelcome?”
“No!” Elrond exclaimed, releasing the comforting material and taking one of his hands between his own. “No, you’ve been nothing but unbelievably kind and welcoming, even if you do drag me off to every event you can.”
Of course, he did. As his patron, it was his duty to set him up for the most successful future possible, and in Lindon that included introducing him to as many powerful figures as he could manage. Plus, those parties were far more pleasant when he had Elrond to talk to.
“Then why do you want to hide?”
“I’m not hiding,” Elrond insisted despite all appearances to the contrary. “I’m—I—” He struggled over whatever he was trying to say, flustered.
Gil-galad squeezed his hand encouragingly.
Elrond inhaled, his shoulders hunching up to his ears. “There isn’t much opportunity to nest,” He said the word like it was some kind of ill omen, “while traveling. We’re usually moving around too much to have the urge. But if you do get it and can’t shake it, the only option is to take space in one of the wagons and try to make do or else make the whole group stop while you make a nest somewhere quiet. And it’s so frustrating for everyone because we need to keep going but we can’t.
“It’s different when we set up a longer camp. We’ll stay for a few fortnights sometimes, and that’s more than enough time to build a nest and get through it. And if you want someone in the nest with you, there’s always someone around who doesn’t mind doing nothing for a little while.” He exhaled heavily, his entire body seeming to shrink down from the loss. “I can’t do that here.”
“Of course you can,” Gil-galad said, keeping his voice calm and reassuring.
“I can’t,” Elrond insisted firmly. “I don’t have family here, or a tribe. I hardly know anyone outside of the Hall besides Erestor and you. He detests everything to do with being like this, and I can’t bother you when you already do so much for me.”
‘You damn well can,’ He almost said. Instead, he pressed his free hand to his chest and said, with complete sincerity, “I am honored that you feel safe and comfortable enough in my house to nest, and as my dear friend, I am more than happy to spend as much time with you as I can.”
Elrond looked like he didn’t know what to do with himself at this, so Gil-galad patted the edge of the pile and asked, “Mind if I join you now?”
His face lit up and he shifted to one side, making a little room for him to squeeze in beside him. The closet was not designed for one, let alone two occupants so it was a snug fit. Gil-galad had to hike up his robes and shimmy his way in, apologizing when he invariably trod on some part of the other. Elrond gave no indication that he minded in the slightest and pressed up against him as soon as he’d settled.
Gil-galad shifted around until he could rest his cheek on the top of Elrond’s head, and soon found himself with two armfuls of very happy and very cuddly half-elf. As cramped as he was, this still beat listening to counselors drone on and on about the latest harvest or how many sheep had sore feet.
They stayed like that, half sitting, half lying, for a good long while.
Eventually, he felt movement beside him and opened his eyes—when had he closed them?—to see Elrond shifting around as he pulled up parts of the bedding with his fingers and toes.
“What are you doing?” He asked, fascinated.
Elrond stopped, and from how his voice sounded, he was surely blushing. “Making it more comfortable.”
“Ah,” Was his reply. Then, because he couldn’t help himself and because there was something so profoundly uncomfortable with thinking about anyone shutting themself away in a dark closet because they didn’t want to be perceived as a burden, he added, “A bed really would be better for that.”
Elrond sighed and pressed his face against his shoulder. “I don’t want to be in my room.”
“Because it’s too empty, right.”
They were quiet for a bit. Elrond resumed fluffing up the bedding, his breath coming out in little huffs as he worked. Gil-galad pondered the issue.
At length, he spoke again. “Are you in here because you don’t want to be in your room, or because you want to be in here specifically?”
Elrond twisted his shoulders so he could look up at him. “I don’t want to be in my room or in anyone’s way.”
Gil-galad hummed in thought. “What about my room?” He could see the argument building in the other’s expression, so he pressed onward. “You can’t say you’re in the way if I invite you.”
A pause, and then, “But you need your bed.”
He snorted. “I certainly don’t need to sleep in it until tonight. Not to say you should be done by then. There’s more than enough room for two.”
“You really wouldn’t mind?” Elrond asked, his voice small and muffled as he hid his face again.
“Of course not,” Gil-galad ran a hand down his companion’s unbraided hair. He rather surprised himself with the touch, it felt far more intimate than he expected.
“If you change your mind, you can tell me to go and I will.”
“I’m sure I won’t.”
“But you can.”
He really was insistent over some of the most peculiar things. “Thank you for letting me know.”
They settled for a moment, Gil-galad not wanting to push too hard. He had plenty of time before he needed to leave for a meeting that he really couldn’t skip. There was no rush.
Elrond took a deep breath. “I’m ready to go.”
Gil-galad sat up, his back complaining at the movement after spending so long in such an odd position. “Excellent.”
“You don’t mind if I bring this too?” He asked, hesitant again as he delicately picked up an old hat.
“I rather hoped you would. Mind if I help?”
“Please.” Elrond laughed at himself, “It’s a bit more than I meant to gather.”
Together, they collected up the odd assortment of quilts and clothes and curtains and, yes, even a saddle blanket, and walked to Gil-galad’s room.
Keep It Together - cleopadraig - The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien [Archive of Our Own]
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Based on the Partake-verse, this is a one-shot looking at a moment in the early years of Elrond and Gil-Galad’s relationship, complete with a blow job and emotional Issues.
It’s a thing Jorge does before the release of every saga, where he does a livestream on YouTube where you get to listen to all the songs in the saga a little bit before the are officially released!! The past few sagas there have been so many people watching, and it’s really fun to see! I’ll post more about the Thunder Sagas party when that information comes out!!
(Some people in different time zones have the saga released before, since it comes out midnight no matter your time zone, but alas, for my time zone at least the livestream is before)
(Fair warning, this gets nsfw in the second half) I'm actually @raointean , I'm just posting this on my sideblog due to its nsfw nature. Enjoy!
In confirmation and demonstration of the new cooperation between our two peoples, Lindon shall provide one (1) elven bride, still within childbearing years, to serve as ambassador to Khazad-Dûm and spouse to Prince Durin IV and Princess Disa.
Durin tried his best not to fidget as he waited in his and Disa's shared bedroom for their new wife to join them for the first time. Unlike in many mannish cultures in which sex was strictly reserved for marriage, or some elvish cultures where the act was the marriage itself, dwarves preferred to sleep with their new spouses the day before the wedding to promote closeness and to ensure that they really were compatible.
That would be doubly important in their case, Durin thought, given that the new woman would be an elf. He and Disa knew nothing about her, just that she was sent from Lindon by the king as a peaceweaver. They knew nothing about her history, her culture, even her name!
It could work out well though, he reassured himself. Perhaps she would work well within their existing family. It would certainly be good for Gerda and Gamli to start learning more the powers of the world outside the mountain walls, and who better to teach them than someone who came from the most politically significant city in Middle Earth?
At last, a knock came at the door of the inner chambers, pulling Durin from his thoughts. At last! She was here! He called for her to enter.
His excitement turned to pure confusion when he walked in. It was not an unfamiliar, demure, elf maiden like Durin had expected.
It was none other than Elrond.
For a moment, he thought that Elrond was there to escort the woman as an emissary of the king, but Elrond shut the door behind him and it became clear that Elrond himself was their intended.
Disa broke the silence first. "Elrond? You are our bride-to-be?"
"Well, groom," Elrond corrected her apologetically. "But yes. I know our prior friendship may make things slightly more... awkward than they might have been otherwise, but I do think it will prove to be for the better."
As much of relief as the familiar face was, there was still one part of the contract that could not be ignored. "Not that I'm not delighted at this new development," Durin began. "But the contract requires the peaceweaver to be... capable of bearing children."
Elrond gave him a strange look, as if Durin had said something ridiculous, but he was trying not to be rude. "I can... In fact I have before. Did I not introduce you to my son, Erestor, on your last visit to Lindon?"
Durin did not understand how that was possible and cast about for plausible explanations. "You did. I just thought you had sired him not... Wait. Are you one of those who was born a girl, but changed later on? Because I had a friend like that and he could also bear children."
Elrond’s strange look intensified before realization seemed to strike him like a lightning bolt. "No," he laughed. "There are- well, to put it simply, there are three genders among elves. There are those who can sire children, those who can bear children, and those who can do either. Male and female are really just distinctions in looks for us... I am of the second sort, who can bear children."
A million questions flew through Durin's head. How could a person be both? Clearly elves socially identified themselves more by male or female, but why? Did different kinds of elves do it differently? If Elrond was male and could simultaneously bear children, was he... like a woman between his legs, or did he have a cock as well?
Durin sorted through his questions, trying to think of the most polite (and least invasive) one to ask, but as he was opening his mouth, Disa interrupted him. "I think we'll all probably figure things out much faster," she said with a pointed look at her husband. "And enjoy ourselves quite a bit more if we just... dive right in?"
She was right. Of course she was right, that's why Durin had married her in the first place. They both turned to Elrond who flushed lightly as he removed his cloak. "I thought you would never ask."
Disa hummed appreciatively and beckoned Elrond towards the bed. Durin could almost hear the excitement in her voice. Elrond sank to sit on the bed so as to meet them at their level and Disa immediately joined him, undoing the laces on his shirt and helping him pull it over his head.
Durin, for his part, sank down to his knees at Elrond's feet and slowly, carefully, began unlacing his boots. He could hardly believe his luck! In the earlier years of their friendship, before Durin had fallen for Disa, he could remember spending many nights with Elrond, sleeping beneath the stars. He remembered gazing at his friend under the moonlight, thinking of his razor sharp mind, dazzling smiles, and infinite kindness.
These thoughts would, of course, eventually turn towards his friend's lithe, but sturdy, form. Towards his plush lips and how good they would feel around his cock.
It was always at this point that Durin would pull himself away from such ideas. A dwarf-prince's first marriage was always the most important. His bride must be perfect. She must be strong, from a noble family within the kingdom, well mannered, skilled at at least one trade... the list went on and on.
Disa had been a clear choice, and he hadn't regretted it for a second, but his feelings for his old friend had always lingered, causing his absence to sour all the worse. But now he was here, in Durin's bed. Their relationship had been mended months ago- there was nothing that could possibly make this moment any sweeter.
At last, Elrond's shirt and shoes were off (Disa's robe seemed to have been lost as well) and Durin started in on the laces of his leggings. Disa slid to the floor and joined him, running her hands through Durin's hair as he worked.
They both drew in a sharp breath as Elrond's leggings slid off him. He did indeed have a cock; smaller than Durin's, though perhaps that was just an elvish thing; jutting out, proud and erect, from his cunt right about where the clit would be.
Disa's hand traveled up Elrond's thigh curiously, but stopped before she fully touched him. "I think I'd like to start with my mouth, if that's alright with you, dears."
Elrond groaned appreciatively at the thought and gave his assent. Disa grinned brightly and settled herself between his legs, pressing sweet kisses to the inside of his thighs and working her way up. How lucky was he, Durin thought, to have such a breathtakingly wonderful wife and now to be wedding his best friend as well.
As Disa busied herself between Elrond's legs, Durin climbed up on the bed beside him. He kissed Elrond in every place he could reach. His pale shoulders, his strong neck, his razor sharp cheekbones, his uniquely crooked ears, and finally, his plush lips, already flushing pink.
Elrond returned his touches with equal enthusiasm, trailing his hands appreciatively up Durin's steel corded arms and reaching up under his shirt to thread his fingers through the hair on Durin's chest. Durin could tell exactly when Disa stopped her teasing and wrapped her lips around Elrond's cock. He moaned, deep and desperately into Durin's kiss, holding on to him for dear life.
Durin was all too happy for an excuse to hold him even more tightly.
Soon enough, Elrond's hands wandered further south, palming Durin through his trousers. It was Durin's turn to moan into the kiss, especially when Elrond slid his hand into Durin's trousers and began to stroke him.
Sparks flew through Durin's veins, heating him until his blood roared in his ears like a furnace and his head was spinning. They worked each other like that for several minutes, trading touches, kisses, until Elrond pulled away and gently pushed Disa off of him.
He pulled her to her feet with a finger under her chin and Durin swore he could feel his heart stutter in his chest at the look in her eyes. Wide and deep, warm brown and endlessly kind; they looked like the eyes of the cows herded by the men of the East.
Elrond pressed a kiss to her brow and turned to Durin. "Will you take me, old friend?" he said, a little breathlessly.
Durin's blood burned yet hotter and he felt his pulse like a hammer-fall in his cock. "Aye, I'll take care of you."
Durin and Disa switched places and Elrond spread his legs yet wider to accommodate Durin. He lined himself up and slid inside slowly, inch by inch. It felt divine, and if Elrond’s face were to be believed, he felt the same. Durin and Disa both watched enraptured as his head fell back, his eyes darkened with lust, his lips parted in a pleasure-soaked whine, and his fingers gripped the sheets for dear life.
Once Durin was fully seated inside of him, he checked on Elrond before going further, "Is this good?"
Elrond nodded frantically, too breathless to speak, and Durin couldn't help the small smile that bloomed on his face. This was better than he had ever imagined it.
Durin began to thrust into him, gently at first, and then picking up speed. Disa pushed Elrond flat on his back and let him return what she had done for him.
They were both so beautiful, Durin thought to himself. Elrond with his long lines and smooth skin, and Disa with her curving body made even rounder after the two children she had borne him.
For the first time, he imagined impregnating Elrond; how his seed would fill him up and take root, how Elrond’s body would grow softer and rounder with child, how radiant he'd be as he created new life.
The thought sent Durin into a mad frenzy, thrusting into Elrond tirelessly as he worked his cock at the same time. It didn't take long for Elrond to come apart with a scream.
Durin slowed his pace as he worked Elrond through his orgasm, trying to make it sweet for him. Distantly, he noticed Disa lounging by Elrond's head, looking sated as she watched the two of them.
When it looked like Elrond was well and truly finished, Durin stopped moving long enough to check in with him. "Elrond," he said, voice winch tight, "Can I keep going?"
He knew that some people could not go on after finishing, while others enjoyed the overstimulation. Elrond, it seemed, was the latter sort. "Yes," he panted. "Yes, please."
Durin was more than happy to oblige him. He relished in the half tortured noises he could draw from Elrond, the way his muscles flexed beneath his skin. He came at last.
He climbed into bed, sated, his blood cooling, and all but collapsed beside them. He pressed a kiss to his spouses' faces, first to Disa, then to Elrond, and said with a contented sigh, "I do think this marriage will be quite a success."
If the exhausted giggles were anything to go by, Disa and Elrond agreed with him.
