masteroftheseas:

Oh, Ossë liked that noise. It wasn’t a squeak, but the short, soft sound Círdan made at his ghosted bite was close enough and charming enough to count. That would be his goal, apparently; more of that. Then he squeaked airily at the light touch to his gill again and grinned, releasing his ‘hold’ to nuzzle at him instead. The arm around him was comfortable, and so entwined he was content to just snuggle and trade a few more kisses for the time he had.

Until he felt teeth at his own neck. If his gills were his primary weakness, it was fair to rank ‘bites’ as his secondary. The trust of it, the danger and risk that were more prominent with his wife’s equally sharp fangs than Círdan’s flat teeth, triggered something deeper than simple lust. Letting someone mark him, letting them near-attack him, meant dropping his defenses and letting them in that close. The realization that Círdan was already there, that he wasn’t threatened or angered but thrilled at the light nip, made everything much more real. He thrummed low and arched his shoulder down and head to the side in offering, his hips rolling into Círdan’s hip. His own teeth lightly latched onto his shoulder instead, applying pressure just shy of piercing his skin.

As much as he was tempted by the sleepy, lusty, delightful Elf beneath him, he reigned himself in with the reminder that he had other places to be shortly and likely for a while. His dearest friend and love deserved far better than a race to a finish line and cooling sheets to keep him company, and Ossë didn’t want that either. Well, at least, not the second part, and not tonight. So he released him and lifted out of the reach of any more nibbles.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” he drawled, eyes dimly glowing as he peered down at his Elf with a smirk. “Perhaps in a dream? At this rate you’ll know all my secrets by next week, and I only made you squeak once.“ Chattering softly, he dipped to brush their lips together lightly and murmured against them, “That hardly seems fair. I think you’re cheating.”

He had not expected that reaction from Ossë, a low moan escaping at the tail end of an exhale as the maia rolled his hips against him.  He was torn between moving and staying quite still as there were razor sharp teeth against his shoulder.  Just as he was about to take the risk, reaching up to coax the other to look at him so he might get another kiss … Ossë moved away.  

Círdan blinked at the sudden change, cheeks flushed as he started to catch his breath.  When did he get so worked up?  He hadn’t even noticed it, everything had been flowing together in a most natural feeling way and he was just now having the chance to stop and think about it and he was rather surprised.  

“Dreams are like the chest, full of secrets you will never know,” he teased, humming contently when he was kissed once more.  The hunger and need from the embrace just moments ago was gone.  Once again he was happy for more languid touches.  "I swear I’m not cheating,“ he chuckled against the kiss before nipping at Ossë’s bottom lip and giving it a gentle tug.  

"You need to go soon, don’t you?” he asked with a sigh as he settled back against his pillows.  Even though he was ready to stay in the bed, he still thought about being selfish a little while longer to keep the maia with him.




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



independent & selective

shipwright

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