He can just undo the braid, once Maitimo has untied the ribbon holding it in place. 

Then Leareth will do that, very carefully. It's very soft and silky, like - he doesn't know what to compare it to, actually, it's not like he's spent a huge fraction of his life going around comparing which textures are nicer than others. Clearly he's been missing out, because Maitimo's hair is several levels more satisfying to touch than he had imagined possible. 

- very distracted Elf. He can still sort of hold one thread of thought together which he is using on thinking that Leareth is very good.

Aww that is delightful! Leareth's first half-formed thought is that it's very efficient, in that it doesn't take very much effort on his part to generate a LOT of adorably distracted Maitimo, he likes that. 

That is such a characteristic thought to have and he starts giggling. 

Really, is that not how everyone thinks? (Leareth is in fact aware that this isn't how everyone thinks.) He feels like he's found the best kind of loophole in reality, that he can use to cheat and get INFINITE AMOUNTS of what he wants, which right now is to undo the rest of the braid so Maitimo keeps making that face. 

Well if he undoes the rest of that braid Maitimo will make both that face and various incoherent noises!

Leareth is enjoying this so much. 

And maybe - he pulls the thread of thought together with a lot of effort - he has successfully communicated the thing he had a hard time putting into words?

...Yes, this was a much higher-bandwidth communication method and Leareth is pretty sure he gets it now, and definitely did not before, although to be fair he had also been paying very little attention to standard human sexuality for most of the last - he has no idea how long, really.

There is a lot of braid but he gets through it eventually; now there's a lot of very very soft hair sort of everywhere, and Leareth snuggles up with Maitimo and Maitimo's hair and stops moving for a while. 

Snuggle. This is why it feels weird to do your friend's hair even if he is very disabled at the moment, see, especially if you want him and he doesn't know it. 

That makes sense! It must have been uncomfortable and taken a great deal of restraint on Maitimo's part. 

...Well, Leareth is not currently disabled and it's no longer a secret, so, if Maitimo wants to touch Leareth's hair now and have it be less weird, he's welcome to do that – humans don't get quite the same effect but it does sound very pleasant, and he can pick up on Maitimo's thoughts which he is guessing will be very delightful. 

Sure, he would like to do that. He will unbraid Leareth's hair and pet it. 

It is quite pleasant, and if Leareth stops trying to have thoughts at all and just focuses on it then it's even more so, that's interesting. 

There's a song that goes with this, if you'd like.

It takes him a moment to realize he's being asked a question. :Really? Magic song or just a song - would like either way...: 

Magic, yes. 

The magic song intensifies sensation. Usually this is a bit of a mean thing to do while combing your hands through someone's hair but if they are disabled by being human it probably just partially makes up for that. 

:I like that: It does make the pleasantness louder and more interesting, not overwhelming but enough to fill all his attention if he lets it, which seems fine. Definitely there is no chance of getting bored anytime soon. 

Oh good. Petpetpet. He can do Leareth's hair up in an elaborate braid no one may ever see that says he is of the house of Fëanáro, and then undo it.

Aww. Leareth is paying just enough attention to Maitimo's thoughts to notice this and have some sort of complicated-but-positive feeling about it and then go back to enjoying extra-sensation-pets. 

...Eventually he notices vaguely that he's very tired, not exactly sleepy and not the kind of tired he would be from doing a lot of magic or running or even thinking a lot (he has been doing none of those); the best comparison he can think of is that it feels like he's swum a long distance and is now very flopped about it. 

He will stop singing and put Leareth's hair back into an artless braid that it would not strain credulity for Leareth to have done himself and put his own hair back exactly the way it was.

Leareth rolls over and hugs him. :...What time is it?: 

Midafternoon. I should feed you. I have been very irresponsible.

:I hope I will see your irresponsible side more often, then: Leareth sits up and stretches. :I am very hungry, though: 

He opens the door a crack to summon someone, then closes it again.