masteroftheseas:

Ossë relaxed as the fingers left his gills, sinking into the bedding as he tried to calm his fana’s reaction and cool down again. His eyes fluttered open with a bright glow, focused on nothing as he nuzzled against the hand on his face. “Close enough,” he mumbled in agreement, grinning crookedly to notice the flush on his cheeks again. Close enough to a squeak, he decided.

He huffed and tensed a bit at the touch to his waist, wary of it moving up. As much as he loved it and wanted it, he knew he was reaching the limits of his control and feared going too fast. After waiting ten thousand years to work up the nerve and certainty to kiss him, surely humping him into the mattress would give a terrible first impression. But instead, Círdan slowly moved closer yet, and Ossë clicked as he thrummed and went still. His expression gave little away, but his eyes were a bit wider than usual. Aware of the scrutiny he was under, he forced himself to relax a bit and slowly curled his arm up Círdan’s back to hold him so close. “Always,” he huffed, lowering his head slightly to nuzzle at him cautiously. “You needn’t ask forgiveness, you always have it.”

The urge to move back still battled within him but he remained where he was, slowly rolling his ankles and bending his knees to caress the legs tangled with his so intimately. Even though he’d done the same so many times before, it felt all the more poignant for his current state and for Círdan making the first move. He squeaked again, then whined and trilled as he ducked his head to hide. “You continue to surprise me, meleth. I like it. Ten thousand years of fearing I’d be unwelcome or intruding, and you have me quite certain I kept you waiting too long.”

He smiled, albeit nervously, as they settled together.  It was not the first time they had ended up so close together in bed, in truth there were plenty of times where they woke up tangled together or draped over one another.  Though he was aware that this time was so very different from every other night before this one.  His expression softened as it dawned on him that things really had changed between them but it was not entirely a bad thing.  They still joked but now in private, this was quite enjoyable.  

He coaxed Ossë to look at him, holding gently to his cheek as he met the slightly glowing gaze.  "The first sounds I heard when I woke was the water and I have always loved the sea,“ he reminded his friend with a gently grin in place.  "I always thought you were off limits or beyond me, that you were complete and content within UInen,” it was his turn to look down for a moment.  

After a moment of pause, he leaned forward to capture Ossë’s lips in a languid kiss.  His hand that had been on his jaw slid forward, thumb brushing over the shell of his ear before threading his fingers through the soft silver hair.  




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



independent & selective

shipwright

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