masteroftheseas:

Ossë’s back arched at the light, fluid touch and he smirked as his eyes closed. Ever since the first shiver of the evening it had become a game of teasing touches and caresses and seeing how far he could push, and for every pointed stroke he gifted Círdan, one had been given back. He was running out of ideas that didn’t cross the line from friendly idle brushes to something more intimate.

His eyes snapped open and glowed as a dry, gentle note laughed through his mind. Since when has that ever stopped you? His lips twitched and he trilled softly at Uinen’s prodding. Challenge accepted. Even if it was a game that prompted it, the genuine affection was no joke, and why not push a bit farther?

While one hand remained cradling his head, lightly stroking through silver hair and over the poor ear caught in the crossfire, his other hand slipped between them to hook beneath Círdan’s tunic and slide up his stomach. “Good,” he purred. “I hope I’m also allowed to do this.”

He tilted his head just a fraction more and felt the warmth of his skin, of lips upon lips. The game faded out like a buzzing in the back of his head and he curled his fingers against his chest as he rumbled, sliding half-atop him as he caught his upper lip between his own.

Really, he had been about to warn Ossë about paying so much attention to his ear before it became a more obvious end result.  Whatever words he had been about to speak were lost the second that hand slipped under the front of his tunic.  His stomach sucked in as an immediate reaction even as he shivered from the touch.  Allowed to do what, what was he hoping to do –

Oh, oh.  His eyes went wide and there was a muffled surprised sound against the maia’s lips.  For ages there had been teasing touches here and there, they had shared space and company but this was one thing they had not done.  Truly, his mind tried to race and screech to a halt at the same time before the two impulses ruled each other out and his mind went quiet.

Círdan was tentative about responding, waiting to see if it had been part of a game or if there would be any chattering and trills soon following.  When there wasn’t and instead Ossë pressed closer, he relaxed under the other and wound his arms around him to hold him close, letting his fingers ghost over the warm, soft skin in the process.  His eyes closed once more as he tried to mirror what Ossë did but with his bottom lip.  




nowe.
cirdan the shipwright.
lord of the grey havens.



independent & selective

shipwright

played by simon