masteroftheseas:

“Fair enough,” Ossë drawled at the comment on weird-smelling mattresses. After all the talk that night on pleasant and unpleasant odors, especially in bed, he wouldn’t make Círdan suffer for his fins. He tilted his head into the pillow with a sigh, the coolness of it in stark contrast to the warmth of lips and breath on his neck.

His hand moved slowly, swirling patterns to cover every inch of skin on Círdan’s back in a lazy but determined search. If there was a squeak spot, by Father, he was going to find it. And in the meantime, snuggling close to his favorite Elf and being snuggled in return was a great way to wait. “I trust you,” he rumbled, matter-of-fact. “If you wish to abuse it sometimes, I’m sure I’ll enjoy that. There’s a reason you’re the only one other than some siblings who has managed to find my gills and not have anything broken.” How odd it should have been to speak of trust and mean it so wholly. 

“Because your ears are the closest I’ve found so far,” he chattered. “And I’m intrigued by your flush. It’s almost like a squeak, but silent.” His hand made its way to Círdan’s lower back, where he seemed to be focusing much of his swirling caresses around his spine. “What does it feel like? Can you feel it? You seem to know when you’re flushed.”

It was a relief to think his bed may be saved from the water necessary to keep the sheets wet.  At least his tub was quite oversized, there was room enough to keep most of the maia submerged or he could drape damp fabric over what was exposed.

His hand slid lower along Ossë’s spine before trailing over his side to trace the line of his gills again.  He said he would enjoy it, he remembered the reaction from before and he wanted to be sure it would work.  Shivers traced over his skin, goosebumps following the swirling touch as he nuzzled up the hollow of Ossë’s throat to look at him.

“It feels warm,” he reached up with his free hand - not yet ready to leave the ghost of the gills alone - and instead traced his fingers along his cheekbones.  "Very warm, as if I have been in the sun for too long but it feels warm through to the core of me.  Have you never felt that?“ He could understand that his fanas behaved in different ways but he was seeing plenty of normal reactions like his own with this fana.  Surely he had blushed at some point.  




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



independent & selective

shipwright

played by simon