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 | | Snickering to himself, Amras lifted Celebornâs head with two long fingers and turned it to face him, "Pray tell, fair Celeborn, are you an experienced dancer?" he asked softly, feeling himself becoming aroused against the blondâs leg and watching his brotherâs attention to the young blondâs neck. |
 | | Amras purred into the kiss, and Amrod wrapped an arm around both Celeborn and Amras, pulling them all closer, so he could turn his head and guide their kiss to Celebornâslips. |
 | | The sensation of Amrasâ lips was intense and surprising to the blindfolded youth, as his member was engulfed by a warm heat, which could only be a mouth. |
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