The Silvan wine was delightful but off Legolas's lips it was absolute grace. They had both drank their fill, along with everyone else, before the performance had begun. The concert was a celebration of light once again returning to the shadowed places of the world and none more so than Greenwood. The light had been here all along, Celebrimbor thought with a little amusement at his own romanticism. The light of Mirkwood was now crawling up onto his lap and offering his tongue very urgently.

The older elf was glad to softly suck on the tip of the wet tongue, adding his own saliva to the already wet kiss as he licked up the length of Legolas's. Another sigh had him sliding his hands up the long thighs hugging his hips with a squeeze on each as his hands came to the boy's lap. Surely by now someone on one side or the other of them had noticed?

Celebrimbor almost hoped so, though he wasn't sure why. The thrill, he supposed, as if simply having the prince's tongue in his mouth wasn't thrilling enough! Ah- now he had the slight weight on his thighs and that had his legs flexing and shifting to get them both more comfortable. His hands squeezed the renowned archer's hips again, then slid around to cup his backside. As he did this, Celebrimbor eased up on the kiss only so that their lips were barely touching and he could tease with his tongue more, licking and kissing at just the tip of Legolas's.