5) our muses have passionate, adrenaline high sex after a battle/mission. – for Legolas!
the battlefield had gone quiet , save for the moans of the dying and the crackle of distant fires ; another patch of land painted in blood and tragedy . legolas moved like a swift shadow through the carnage , the high of combat still thrumming in his blood . but it wasn’t the taste of victory he craved ─ albeit achieved with tireless courage and without letting a dagger break his skin . he's found himself breathless by the time he reached faramir's tent . the night air howled with the cold winds as legolas' soft moans filled the space inside the tent . he feels bad for doing it when faramir had some injuries but they didn't look very fresh nor dangerous to the elf . his own body carried a fading bruise under his ribs , from an orc with an exceptionally heavy fist . purple contrasting against white , aching ever so slightly when faramir's bloody fingers pressed on it . his last gasp morphed into a low moan , dazed eyes stare up into the man's ─ faramir looks wild like this . far from the gentle soul that winces whenever legolas receives a blow to his face or chest , as rare as it is . mortal , yes ─ but something about him burned brighter than any star , took legolas' breath away . faramir leans in and before their lips clash , legolas' are parting . something elven is whispered between their kisses , until legolas can remember faramir doesn't speak his tongue . ‘ you're so beautiful .. ‘ a useless compliment , one he'll be embarrassed about tomorrow . but right now his mind was fuzzy , brows furrowed in concentration as eyes closed . his back arched , gripping onto the man's shoulders as he pounded inside him with fervor .
* smut prompts. accepting
