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Flins head was tossed back, a breathy groan ripping from his throat as he was slowly filled at such a sensitive angle. Varka took the opportunity to latch his lips onto the pale skin of the barred throat presented to him. Sharp suckles followed by a teasing lick to sooth the purple bruise blossoming across snow white skin. Mark after mark was left across his neck and shoulders. The grand master was quite the possessive man… especially when it came to his little fae.
“Marking you like this…” Varka groaned. “You don't know what it does to me, Kyryll. These small marks, these hickeys… they are simply the prettiest shade of purple I have ever seen. The last color I ever want to see before I leave Teyvat. The color I want to see every waking moment I can. When it comes to you, my little lamp, I can't help but be greedy.”
A small smile graced Flins face. He kissed his lover softly. Barely pulling away, lips still meeting, “Is it truly greediness? Or do you merely crave me as much as I crave you?”
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Varka returns from a voyage across Nod Krai to fall into bed with his favorite lightkeeper.Bookmarked by lucivsszz
28 Jun 2026