AN: Spontaneously inspired by a conversation I had with @urwendii. This is not part of the rare pair bingo prompt list, but I decided to treat you guys to a lil extra. Enjoy!
⸙ Prompt: Extra - handjob | Arien x Eönwë
⸙ Synopsis: Arien decides to help Eönwë relax.
⸙ Warnings: Smut, slightly drunk Maiar
⸙ Triple drabble
"Come, let me help you out."
Feeling slightly fuzzy after a few glasses of miruvórë, Eönwë didn't realise what Arien meant until she had already shepherded him into a hidden corner, pushed him against a wall and was in the process of unlacing his breeches.
"What are you doing?" he nearly squeaked.
Arien laughed and kissed the bridge of his nose. "You're so pent up, little bird, and everyone can tell. I'll fix it for you."
Eönwë blinked nervously. "B-but like this...? Shouldn't we maybe go somewhere else and take our time and maybe I could find some candles and flowers–?"
"Shush. You're overthinking again. Just hold still and relax, will you?"
He nodded obediently. While this certainly wasn't how he had imagined any romantic or sexual encounters with his beloved Arien, he had no intentions of saying no; and neither did his fána, judging by the way his traitorous cock practically jumped at the sight of her, hardening even before she wrapped her fingers around it and began to stroke.
"Eager, are we?" Arien's laughter caused Eönwë to blush furiously, and she kissed him again as if to reassure him. "You're so cute when you're flustered."
"U-um–ah–thank you..." he managed to press out between increasingly laborious breaths.
His heels and toes dug into the marble floor as if his feet sought something to cling to, and he slumped against the wall. Being touched by her felt so good, and his shame was swiftly replaced by the euphoric satisfaction of being granted a boon he had dreamed of during many lonely nights.
Eönwë tried to hold himself back, but couldn't. With a soft gasp, he came into her hand after only a few moments.
"Good boy," Arien praised. "Now let's clean up and then we'll rejoin the others."
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Chapter 4: Whirling Winds
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Summary:
Ungoliant emitted what could have been a snort.
“Sides? Which side are you talking about, little Ainu? I have no side for I exist not for your purpose nor your Music. I was before and I shall be after. But I shall be magnanimous and allow you to go free.”
“Not without Arien.” Eönwë angrily cut
