It isn't something he's quite mastered over the course of his seventy-seven years of life, though Kili has never quite felt badly about that. He's hardly ever acted as a proper heir of Durin, of that he is sure and has even been told more than once, though he hadn't started paying any mind to the insult until he'd joined the Company. Under Thorin's watch, every mistake, every rash decision he'd made, had been met with a look of disappointment that would fill Kili with regret. If his uncle were ever to discover his feelings for Tauriel, he can only imagine the uproar it would have caused, the anger and betrayal it would have instilled in Thorin; but he cannot bring himself to care.
He's always loved Thorin, has always respected and valued his uncle's opinion, but in this, Thorin has no say, not even within Kili's mind. The way it feels to glide his fingers over Tauriel's skin is incomparable to anything else and as he ducks his head to flick his tongue over her nipple, Kili cannot help but to find himself yearning for so much more. His body has responded in kind with Tauriel's moans, and he shivers, his hips rolling against hers before he pulls back just slightly to gaze up at her.
"Lie down for me," he murmurs, gently nudging her down until her back is against the floor. "Tell me what you want. Tell me how you need me."
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Date: 2015-11-23 06:28 am (UTC)It isn't something he's quite mastered over the course of his seventy-seven years of life, though Kili has never quite felt badly about that. He's hardly ever acted as a proper heir of Durin, of that he is sure and has even been told more than once, though he hadn't started paying any mind to the insult until he'd joined the Company. Under Thorin's watch, every mistake, every rash decision he'd made, had been met with a look of disappointment that would fill Kili with regret. If his uncle were ever to discover his feelings for Tauriel, he can only imagine the uproar it would have caused, the anger and betrayal it would have instilled in Thorin; but he cannot bring himself to care.
He's always loved Thorin, has always respected and valued his uncle's opinion, but in this, Thorin has no say, not even within Kili's mind. The way it feels to glide his fingers over Tauriel's skin is incomparable to anything else and as he ducks his head to flick his tongue over her nipple, Kili cannot help but to find himself yearning for so much more. His body has responded in kind with Tauriel's moans, and he shivers, his hips rolling against hers before he pulls back just slightly to gaze up at her.
"Lie down for me," he murmurs, gently nudging her down until her back is against the floor. "Tell me what you want. Tell me how you need me."