masteroftheseas:

Ossë shifted to roll a bit with Círdan, lips curled into a smile as he pressed close and tightened his hold possessively. The hand on his shoulder made his muscles tense briefly in response and in show, but he lost track of its progress as flat teeth caught and pinched his lip to pull another rumble from his chest.

The low, almost threatening noise was utterly ruined by the sharp, high squeak that interrupted it as his gills were caressed in a feathery light touch. He chattered a weak laugh, because this time he knew that Círdan was fully aware of what he was doing and the effect it would have; this wasn’t an accidental seduction any longer. Pushing up with his elbow, he rolled so he was half on top of his Elf, an arm braced on either side of him. One leg slid over and under to tangle with Círdan’s legs as they nuzzled affectionately.

His next squeak was muffled against his lips, and several more followed it freely. The only sign of his continued embarrassment by such noises was his closed eyes as he pressed himself against his hip pointedly. He broke from the kiss to trail his lips down with a little chatter over the tickle of his beard, and angled along the side of his neck. Gently and cautiously, he parted his lips and ghosted his sharp teeth over his skin in a silent claim.

Oh, he knew full well what he was doing when he paid attention to the gills and he grinned against the kiss the best he could as the low, rumbling noise quickly shifted to the squeak.  What had been about to be a laugh was cut short as his breath hitched in his chest when Ossë rolled further on top of him and their legs tangled together.  

His eyes opened when Ossë pressed against his hip and there was no hiding that, then again, there was no hiding his own reaction to the moment.  Círdan tipped his head to the side as their kiss broke and the maia seemed eager to draw his attention along his neck.  A soft, hiccup of a whine escaped as he felt those sharp teeth on his skin and his hand now near Ossë’s shoulder tightened its grip for a moment.  

He trusted the other completely and that included those teeth so close to his pulse point.  The Teler let his hands smooth over the maia’s body but this time he was careful not to get the gills save for a glancing touch.  He was more interested in wrapping an arm around his love to keep him close.  In a moment of sleep and lust clouded judgement, Círdan mirrored Ossë’s actions and nipped at the nape of his neck before kissing the offended skin.




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



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