Quiet

It wasn't that either of them didn't love each other; the necessity of that was almost as great as the necessity of breathing. They just didn't have to say it. It sparked in their eyes, twin grey pools that reflected any color shone at them, luminescing like catseye quartz in the darkness. They were the chesire cats of Imladris, the twin sons of Lord Elrond.

They remained relatively quiet in the room they shared, moving against one another with an easy, fluid grace. Elrohir, the younger by the span of a few minutes, lay flat on his back, strong, lithe legs hitched up and curled about his brother, one over his shoulder and the other around his waist. His lips were a soft pink, now darkened to a rosy bruise and swollen slightly.

The younger twin's mouth was open in a silent moan, forming a perfect 'O' as he was penetrated over and over again, rocking his hips forcefully each time Elladan thrust forward, jabbing at the bundle of nerves inside his twin. At one particularly deep push, Elrohir couldn't stop the moan that wanted to bubble up the column of his throat, and it escaped by force, making his long, slender fingers clench harder in the smooth sheet.

The sound did stimulate Elladan, who moved faster and with more purpose, seeming hell-bent on making his brother come for him, in the dark, he moved with a singular sensuality that none other could match, like a drop of water rolling across the palm of one's hand. His hands were firm around his brother's hips, holding him steady as he moved in and out inexorably, feeling the hot, slick skin stretch and slide to accommodate his size.

Elrohir's head slid back, exposing his neck and collarbones to his brother, who promptly leant down and placed a light kiss to the hollow between them. He could feel the bottomless thrill in the pit of his stomach, like his surroundings had been yanked away from him and his entire world had narrowed to this one place, one feeling.

He couldn't hold back the throaty scream that signalled his own orgasm when he felt his brother spill inside him, imagining he could feel the sticky fluid coat his insides. He panted with the last thrusts his elder made, arching his back so as to angle Elladan's shaft to hit that one spot--

Time seemed to stop completely when he came, the world around him stretching and slowing to a grinding halt, even as he was sure his hands tightened for a fraction of a second, making him shudder once before he slid bonelessly out of the arch he'd held, falling back to rest on the pillow under his head. His legs opened impossibly wider for Elladan to collapse between them, resting halfway on his brother's thin chest.

They lay like that, entwined to where if someone had looked in on the scene they would not have been able to tell where one stopped and the other began, until Elrohir carefully slid out from under his twin and brushed the damp strands of hair away from Elladan's face.

"I love you, brother." He said quietly, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and moving back to look at the face that mirrored his own, resting his fingertips against the swell of Elladan's cheek. A return kiss was laid gently on the corner of those lips that had been so abused, whispering words barely audible to their owner.

"I love you."