masteroftheseas:

Ossë arched a brow as he felt Círdan shift beneath him, but tempting as it was to comment on it he let the moment pass — for now. He was utterly shameless, though, as he rolled his naked form against him and made no effort to hide his own interest. After all the times he was swatted and scolded for pointing, he felt he had every right to it for the night.

He rumbled happily into the kiss, little chirps and chatters muffled in his throat. If being pitifully injured would get him rewarded with snuggling and kissing and this much fun, it might not be such a bad thing. His pride could suffer being weak when the rest of him preened at being so loved. Any doubts or concerns melted away.

His movements remained gentle and cautious, tempting Círdan with nips or a swipe of his tongue over his lips, but letting him set the pace. For a Maia who wanted control and dominance, he was happy to share in this. It wasn’t so different from the tides with Tilion, this careful dance of suggestion and prompting and then letting the waves move on their own.

He had wanted Círdan, and he had that; the finer details were welcome to change as they pleased.

This was all very new to him, he was looking to Ossë for permission as well as guidance.  He could only draw from what he had seen and knew others to do but he had not had chances for first hand experience or practice.  As a result, much of what he did was a mirror or chance to duplicate what the maia was doing.  Although he was not new to having a naked Ossë in his bed, or even being around him when he was excited, it was new to be the source of it.

After a while, he bowed his head to break from the kiss with a breathy laugh.  It was a surreal moment to say the least.  With one arm still looped around Ossë’s waist, he rolled towards him to coax the other more onto his back before he started to ease away.  

“I should get ready for bed,” he decided.  It was fairly clear they were planning on staying there for the remainder of the night but he was still fully dressed in his clothes from the day.  He braced his hands on the bed as he stretched to press a kiss to Ossë’s hairline before he straightened up, already starting to unbutton his tunic as he headed for the dressing screen in the corner in a bit of a daze.




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



independent & selective

shipwright

played by simon