masteroftheseas:

His rumble took on a more broken, chattering quality at the mention of that blasted chest. But it was painfully true; though Ulmo exhausted himself to the point of needing sleep, Ossë had never suffered that same fate. He heard siblings and Children talk about dreams, sometimes memories of the past or visions of the future, sometimes nonsensical fantasies that were ridiculous or frightful, and sometimes more pleasant images of desire. They sounded wonderful.

Ossë huffed and thrummed at the teasing bite. “Tease,“ he accused softly. “All these intriguing secrets you dangle right before me; clearly you mean to test my control to its limits.”

And testing he was. Ossë tilted his head and pulled himself up a bit, expression its usual blank. Around most people he attempted to keep up some sort of look to suit his thoughts, but with Círdan he felt comfortable enough to not force things. By now, his rumbles and posture spoke for him as he let his eyes slowly trail over him. From his hooded eyes and flushed cheeks to his chest that rose and fell with his breaths, down further between them to the spot he had been carefully limiting contact with and their legs entwined. He may be unable to dream, but he would keep this image of Círdan in his mind as he traveled.

“Mm,” he agreed absently, slowly dragging his gaze back up to meet Círdan’s. His lips curled into a smile and he leaned down to nose at his throat again, breathing deeply to take in his scent. “Soon. I was running slightly ahead of schedule.“ He parted his lips and once more his sharp fangs pressed lightly at the thin skin of his throat, lingering only briefly before he let go.

"I have never said I would not share them with you,” he reminded the maia with a grin.  He reached up to smooth his thumb over one of Ossë’s cheeks before his touch trailed down along his jaw and to his neck.  Even with the blank expression, emotions still managed to shine through with his gaze but the sounds he made as well.  Absently he wondered how he would handle silence with him, perhaps it would be like swimming in the deepest part of the sea: more than a little terrifying and unnerving.

Círdan belatedly realized Ossë was taking in the sights before him and that meant him and him alone and he chuckled for a lack of any better idea of how to react in this situation.  He had never shared a moment like this with someone else and certainly had not been admired and appraised in such a manner either.  When the maia looked up to him again, he could not help but smile as he wrapped an arm around his waist to try to draw him closer once more.

He turned his head to the side, giving the other more access to his neck before his breath hitched in his chest yet again as he felt the attention on his throat.  There had been times he had seen those fangs in action, he knew the damage they could inflict and at the moment he was hyper aware of just how sharp they were.  He trusted Ossë too much to fear any injury, he did not even consider it as a possibility.  "I thought for a moment you were going to channel a lamprey,“ he teased, a hand smoothing near his side but being mindful of the gills.  




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



independent & selective

shipwright

played by simon