Such a sound from the prince! Celebrimbor smiled against the Legolas's lips, his eyes open just a sliver to look at the perfectly pale skin and blue eyes of his fixation. All the beauty of his father with none of the harsh angles, truly, in this boy. The sigh was rewarded with more of his tongue, sliding slow and wet in and out of the wine tinted mouth. Again, the jewel-smith mouthed Legolas's lower lip.

When he felt fingers in his hair and against his ear, this time it was the old elf that let escape a single sigh. A molten eat worked its way through him starting at that point, down through his chest and hair, and lower to his lap. This was far too public a place for this but they had already crossed that line together.

No matter how dark the theatre's house was, all the elven eyes around them could see perfectly well regardless, but it was also the rustle of their clothes, the quick beating of their hearts, and those small sighs they were dangerously drawing from one another. Elves were ever polite and Celebrimbor had little to fear from being frowned upon even less than he already was, but Legolas had much more to lose. Was the kiss, he wondered, as intoxicating for the boy as it was for himself?

This time the sound he gave was more purposeful, an encouraging moan barely audible from his throat. Celebrimbor tilt his head in the opposite direction and opened his mouth further, inviting.