masteroftheseas:

Ossë tilted his head down to watch as Círdan returned, pointedly eyeing his pants even as he was so pointedly eyed for his habit of undressing. “Mm, well, I had high hopes for you,” he drawled, chattering his amusement. “I can’t always be around to help you undress, after all, I have to let you fend for yourself now and then. It’s good for you.”

He smirked as he lowered himself back down, curling close again into his spot at his side. For now, all concerns about his other fana were for another day, and he pushed out dark thoughts with nuzzles to Círdan’s throat and the smell of his skin. His usual impish grin crept into place as his hand drifted down Círdan’s chest to the waistband of his pants, lingering there in a teasing threat. “Nor will it be the last time,” he predicted, hooking a finger pointedly. “Apparently, you still need me helping you.”

“I simply thought that if I disrobed and we continued, it might present the wrong idea or be too forward,” he felt the blush creeping to his cheeks and he knew it stood as a stark contrast to his silver hair.  He rolled onto his back, tucking a pillow beneath his head as he looked down the plane of his chest to where Ossë’s hand was resting at the waistband of his leggings.  

“I do not know the etiquette in this situation, but you do,” he grinned and had made no move to swat away Ossë’s hand.  He knew he was playing a dangerous game of chicken here and was already rather certain that his leggings were going to end up on the floor but it had been a nice thought.  "I will trust your judgement, meldir, I always do,“ he grinned.

He reached up, tracing his hand along the smooth, strong lines of Ossë’s chest before higher to trail his fingers along the side of his neck before threading them back through his short hair.  




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



independent & selective

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