*murmuring nearly incoherently, his voice still half-strangled with anger* Ecthelion,no,no,no... *leans in again to kiss you because he needs to taste you and his lips keep glancing off your chin, your cheek, your throat and he growls with frustration*
*barely stumbles as you shove at him but you are so strong so he has to take a step back* *steps forward again and his hands are already fumbling with the hem of your t-shirt, with the buckle of your belt* *growling, half-mad with need (because it has been weeks since he has touched you and he has had to make do with pictures and memories of you* Come here.