masteroftheseas:

Ossë chattered softly and grinned as he watched Círdan’s face, the shape of his eyes and tint to his skin before he hid against him. Curiosity tugged at him but he resisted, as he often did with his Elf. First with a chest full of secrets he promised never to open, and now with the fantasies that played out in his mind during the night. It must have been something good to get such a response, and he rumbled proudly to know it was him who prompted it.

“I think he is capable of watching tides for a bit,” he assured. Assuming minimal complications, he estimated he had at least half of an hour he could spare if not double that. If he could count on some of the Oarni to be able to assist, even longer. But half-formed concerns for the state of icebergs in the south and if the algae population was out of control in the east melted away at the soft brush of lips on his throat. He hummed and tilted his head slightly, enjoying the attention. “Definitely capable,“ he mumbled.

His hand slid up Círdan’s back to rest his forearm along his spine, fingers idly weaving through his hair to tug and twirl and stroke. Dipping his chin down again he opened his eyes and sought those clever lips with his own. He refrained from nipping though he was sorely tempted, remembering a promise to keep sharp teeth away from his skin.

The kiss was languid and relaxed, he was content to stay on the cusp of sleep.  His eyes fell closed with the embrace and he rolled more onto his back so he was not so precariously balanced on his side.  His fingers freed themselves from his hair and traced along the strong contours of his shoulders.  The only warning to what was about to happen was the hint of a smile that tried to form even as he nipped at Ossë’s lower lip.

Círdan traced his fingers over the maia’s side where he knew the gills were even if they did not show in this fana.  A soft hum escaped again, pausing briefly to bump his nose against the other before tipping his chin up to seek out another kiss.  Dream aside, this was fastly becoming one of his preferred ways to pass the night.  

His fingers traced over the edge of a gill once more, his free hand reaching up between them to rest lightly on the side of his neck.  He really did hope the penguin to keep things under control for a little while longer, this was a nice interlude.




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



independent & selective

shipwright

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