masteroftheseas:

Ossë chattered and cackled as Círdan hid against his neck. “That’s a yes, then,” he teased, his hand moving up to pet him soothingly. It was understandable, really, that there would be questions and curiosity over a form so foreign and different; he’d been the same the first time he saw Elves. 

Trilling at the feel of warm breath on his neck and the tickling prickle of his beard, Ossë thrummed and brushed a thumb over Círdan’s ear. “Well, naturally, were I to take that form I would be in your tub.” He paused, considering. “Does that mean /tomorrow/ night I can be a fish in your bed? The sheets are rather nice against my scales. Though it’d be a little drying, hm. I’ll think on that,” he decided. 

Nuzzling his cheek against Círdan’s hair, he let out little happy chirps. “You still have the upper-hand here, I think. I might have a way to tease you, but you’ll just squeak me into submission.” His hand trailed down to stroke over the Elf’s shoulders and down his back, trying to find a squeak spot on him.

His cheeks flamed in unspoken embarrassment as Ossë chattered and called him on his curiosity.  Despite the warmth that came with the flush, he shivered minutely from the touch that trailed over his ear.  "We are not soaking the bed again, the mattress smells weird afterwards,“ he admitted, lips brushing against the nape of his neck as he spoke.  

"I vow only to use my knowledge of the gills in private and only now and then, I would not abuse that trick,” he rolled his shoulders forward and subtly curled into Ossë as his hand trailed over his back.  No squeaks, not yet, but he smiled and pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck and then another to his shoulder.  "Though you seem quite fond of playing with my ears,“ he pointed out.  




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



independent & selective

shipwright

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