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Fili stumbled forward, leaning on the elf. “I like being this close to you, why don’t you kiss me and we can have a few more drinks?” His words were awfully slurred.
Finrod wrapped an arm around Fili as best he could. “I-I well,” he looked away at the mention of kissing, feeling the tips of his ears grow hot in a blush. “I suppose so.” He turned back to face Fili and kissed the dwarf briefly on the lips, just a touch and pulled back crimson faced and trying to keep himself steady.
Fili smiled and held up a bottle of the Shire’s finest ale. “I picked this up a while back from my time in the Shire. Good stuff this is… I am having Mr. Boggins send me this in bulk…” The dwarrow hiccups and went cross eyed for a moment.
Finrod melted into the kiss, it only added to the haze in his mind. He set one hand on Kili’s knee and the other cupped...
“You drunk fool.” Fili laughed, sliding his hands into the elf’s hair and guiding their lips back together for another...