Ian/Elijah
He watched, utterly fascinated, as Elijah wound the spaghetti around his fork and then raised it to his mouth. As usual, just as he almost got there, the pasta unwound itself, half of it splatting back onto the plate, the rest of it hanging off the fork, pasta sauce all over his chin. Elijah, completely unabashed, reached out his tongue and trapped the errant strands, sucking them back into his mouth in a way nothing short of obscene.
And then he licked carefully around his mouth, checking for any sauce, and as Ian watched the unaffectedly sexual performance, he groaned.
So young.
Viggo/Elijah
The snow had been falling steadily all day, and the hobbits were bored, which always meant trouble. They had all gone outside and were indulging in a snowball fight just the safe side of violent.
Viggo, bored, turned to his camera and wandered out into the freezing weather, smiling at the laughter and scuffling set out in front of him.
Elijah, on his knees in the snow, soaking wet, had his eyes closed and his head tipped back. As Viggo watched, the tip of a pink tongue appeared, capturing a snowflake, smiling foolishly. He opened his eyes, saw Viggo, and lowered his gaze, smiling, his tongue still peeking from the warm wetness of his mouth.
Orli/Elijah
Such prettiness really shouldn’t be allowed under the constitution of any country you cared to name, Elijah decided, watching as Orli charmed his way past the bouncers and got them all into the club.
"Shouldn’t be allowed," he slurred later, his face an inch from the damn near perfect face. He closed the last inch and licked Orli’s cheek. "Just making sure you’re real."
"Oh, I’m real," Orli laughed and, tangling his fingers in Elijah’s hair, lowered his head and sucked that far too tantalising tongue into his own mouth, his eyes closing as, even over the pounding music, he heard Elijah groan.
Dom/Elijah
The fire was so hot that Dom was pretty convinced that he was going to burst into flames, but he couldn’t tear himself away, couldn’t move. It wasn’t only the heat from the fire; it was the heat from behind him, from Elijah’s body pressed against his.
He let his head fall back onto Elijah’s shoulder, muttering his appreciation as Elijah’s tongue worked its magic on him, licking over his skin, into his ear, catching all the secret spots that only he knew about.
Elijah had a perfect tongue, but more than that, he knew exactly what to do with it, and for that Dom was eternally grateful.
Billy/Elijah
"It’s called calligraphy, as you well know." Billy laughed at Elijah’s expression. "You wanted to learn, so sit there, shut up and learn."
"Sit there .…" Elijah mimicked, nose wrinkling as he sat down.
Billy sat in the window seat, watching him as he began to laboriously trace the copperplate letters. He was soon lost in his own world, and Billy was able to take his own trip, watching as Elijah’s tongue peeked out of one corner of his mouth, slowly licking across his bottom lip, then back again.
Billy must have made a noise because Elijah looked up.
"What?"
"Nothing."
SeanB/Elijah
Sean never forgot, not ever, what it was that made him realise his life would be split into two parts: BE and AE. Before and After Elijah. Before Elijah he was just an average bloke, losing count of the ex wives and children, and After Elijah, he was … different. Turned inside out and upside down, always desperate to spend just one more night. One more night with that body wrapped around his, whispering to him in language that would make a docker blush, running ragged-nailed fingers over his body, and putting that murderous tongue of his to good use, reducing Sean to a whimpering, useless wreck.
Just one more night.
John R-D/Elijah
John hadn’t meant to walk in on them, but once he realised what he was watching he was unable to turn around.
Elijah, so young, so … perfect … straddling a faceless crew member – John vaguely recognised him – head dipped, tongue licking slowly along the stranger’s jawline, before sliding into his mouth. John could see it moving still, working to elicit a response. He got it in the guttural moan that seemed to please him when he sat back, smiling, tongue licking the newly red skin around his lips.
John, hands shaking, stood still and waited, not able to leave.
Sean A/Elijah
Fascinated, Sean watched, almost impersonally, as his finger slipped inside Elijah’s mouth, feeling the sensations of wet and warmth, the smoothness of the tongue under the pads of his fingers.
Elijah groaned and tipped his head back, and Sean’s finger slipped further down, Elijah’s tongue almost curling, guiding it on its way. Sean leaned forward, his breath catching in his lungs as he pulled his fingers out of Elijah’s mouth and replaced them with his tongue, battling Elijah’s, neither one winning. Neither one wanting to win. Pushing Sean onto his back, Elijah’s tongue plundered Sean’s mouth, so much pleasure, Sean would have died right then and not complained.
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