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Arafinwë gladly put his head on Eönwë’s chest, feeling exceedingly safe in the cradle of his wings.
Eönwë smelled of Maia, a soft, sweet smell that left an aftertaste in the back of his throat, but undercut with ozone and fresh wind. It was odd, but he found himself liking it.
- Arafinwë. - Eönwë murmured, in that oddly layered voice of his, that reverberated through his chest like the ringing of the bells of Valimar. -I hope I pleased you, my dear king.-
-Oh, yes.- he mumbled, half asleep, carting one hand through his feathers. -More than.-
Eönwë made a soft noise of pleasure and crooned at him. – I am glad to be of service.-
Arafinwë smiled. -You are sweet. I infer you also enjoyed yourself, with how loud you were.-
The Maia chirped at him, blushing slightly. -Ah. Yes.- he admitted, rather bashfully.
-Good!- Arafinwë chuckled. -Very good.-
Eönwë just blushed a brighter red.