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Varka inhaled deeply as he woke up. The muscles in his back stretched taunt as he arched. A blissful rise to being awake after a few hours of sleep. A soft shuffle registered in his hind brain, causing him to open his eyes to see what was going on. In his arms was a sleepy little fae… Flins in his best form; nude and in his arms.
The memories of the night prior came back like a soft rhythm. The shedding of clothes as they made their way inside Flins abode on the haunted isle. The exchange of heated kisses and needy moans. The skin on skin contact and the warm heat of being enraptured by the Ratnik. The sounds of Flins aching moans echoed in Varka’s memory. A night of passion to make up for the several weeks apart as Varka led a conquest for Monstandt across Nod Krai.
A short break, just to hold each other close turned into a short nap by both men. Varka had fallen asleep with Flins across his chest. The fae was in a dozy, dreamy state as he fought off the urge to give into his desire for slumber, but also wanting to memorize the moments he spent in the grand master’s stronghold. With both being in such busy positions, time together felt fleetingly rare.
“Kyryll…” Varka hummed softly. “Little lamp, are you with me?”
The lightkeeper’s eyes cleared up, the yellow losing their foggy haze. He smiled gently as a hand drifted across the grand master’s scarred abdomen. “You are finally awake.”
“You coulda just shook me to wake me again. I didn't mean to doze on you.” Varka chuckled. “Did I keep you long?”
“You needed rest… your journey across the lands was likely grueling. And then I put you to work as soon as you come to my home. The least I could do was allow you to close your eyes for a few hours.” Flins replied. “Was it a restful slumber?”
“With you against me? The best sleep I've had since I left.” Varka pressed a kiss against Flins forehead.
“I fear you are sickly sentimental.” Flins laughed softly, a light hearted tease against the romantic man holding him.
Reaching up, Flins passed his hand across the grand master’s stubbled jawline as their lips met. Soft… lazy… simply lips dancing past each other in a feather light manor. Thick war torn hands drifted down the lightkeeper’s slender frame. Those hands didn't stop till they rounded his hips, grabbing onto each of his ample cheeks.
There was no hurry. There was no rush.
It was just them with all of the time in the world.
The kiss was slow to deepen as hands kneaded his ass. A deep, appreciative massage of skin and muscle. Soft grunts and groans were exchanged as their bodies pressed close together. Sheets were thrown off to the edge of the bed. Intimate… a burning need for the heat of the space to be just from their contact. Slow, unhurried… still laying on their sides from when they were napping just moments before. Their bodies began to slowly tangle further. Legs twisted together. The fae’s boney fingers slipped through blonde hair only to dip back and tug at the small hairs on the knight’s nape. The grip on his ass tightened ever so slightly as their heads tilted. The kiss deepened as the angle changed. The feather light gesture became hungrier as skin melted together.
They fit together so well, almost like they were meant to complete each other each time they tangled together like this. One hand left Flins ass and drifted down his thigh, hiking his leg higher up and holding it firmly in place. Tongue was slowly introduced in the kiss. A slow mingle. A tender dance, not a battle to be won. The approving gasp that came from Flins made Varka’s heart beat just a little faster.
Patience… he could have patience for his beautiful fae. Moments like this were meant to be savored, not devoured whole. They had already had that moment of passion hours earlier when he had first arrived home. This was the soft afterglow, a homage of their tumbling in the sheets together. By this time, both men were erect; their cocks pressed together as the distance between them diminished.
Thick fingers dipped between the Ratnik’s cheeks to find his still stretched entrance. Still slick and pliant from their rendezvous earlier that evening. Finger tips pulled on the puffy rim teasingly, the knight reveling in the soft whine that came from his lover. Two fingers dipped inside ever so slowly. Flins dropped his head back, the kiss breaking. His body melted into the stronghold of his lover, a sweet gasp of sensitive pleasure escaping him.
“Sucks me right in…” Varka teased as his fingers scissored open the pliant hole.
“You did just fill me a few hours prior. I would not be opposed for another round. Though, I am quite sensitive it seems.” Flins murmured, nipping at the knight's sharp jawline. His voice seemed breathless as he begged for more.
“Like if I do this?”
Varka hooked his two fingers forward, pulling a deep groan out of the lover in his hold. The fae wanted to bury his face in the crook of his lover's neck, but his body betrayed him as that oh so sensitive spot inside him was stroked. His back arched, a needier whine than he would have liked to hear leaving his mouth. Oh but Varka enjoyed hearing it. A wicked grin graced the blonde man's features as he stroked along the tender, swollen sweet spot buried deep inside his lover.
Flins put just enough distance between their bodies to wrap a hand around both of their hard cocks. A light grip, a teasing dry friction that made both men groan. His hand could barely handle both lengths, his lithe fingertips ghosting along the underside of Varka’s shaft.
“Oh grand master…” Flins hummed. “I can see it in your eyes that you want to be buried inside me once again. By all means… have your fill of me.”
“What an offer that is… who would have guessed the fae were such insatiable creatures.” Varka chuckled.
“Only for my knight.”
The simple reply made Varka groan in want. A possessive nature came over him. He wanted to take the lightkeeper up on his offer. He wanted to be lost in his warmness again as quickly as his lover’s body would allow. Two fingers became three, then four. When Varka deemed the stretch enough to accommodate his large cock, his thick fingers were removed from the needy hole. The soft sounds coming from the lightkeeper made him want more… to hear more, to feel Flins once again. All of it drove him into a frenzy. Patience was running thin. Maybe it was actually the knight who was insatiable for the fae.
The long pale leg of his lover was thrown high over his hip. The other was angled just right so their hips could meet. Varka’s hand was busy trying to locate the lube that was discarded somewhere near the headboard hours prior. When it was finally discovered again, he poured a generous amount across his length. One hand held onto his silky soft thigh, the other onto him to keep him spread wide. The tip of Varka’s cock pressed against the well loved entrance. Slowly he breeched, the glide smooth as semen and lube still clung to Flins insides from their previous love making session.
An intimate pace as every inch pressed inside the warm cavern. Varka adored how velvety the tight cavern felt as it wrapped around his throbbing length. 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.
“You feel so good, Kyryll…” Varka whispered, his voice thick and strained with need.
Their hips met, the massive cock of the grand master buried to the hilt inside the lightkeeper. He remained still, allowing the bottoming man to adjust to his girth and to simply enjoy the tight, warm heat of Flins wrapped around him. A soft keen came from Flins as he was filled once again. Even now it was an adjustment to his knight’s size. But it felt so whole being this close to the man he adored, the man he needed. Slender fingers threaded through blonde locks as they settled into such an intimate position.
The heat between them was something Flins had come to crave. He was positive the knight he was tangled with felt the same. He moaned softly as the cock inside him began to move. Varka pulled his hips back and slowly pressed them forward. A slow rock, a beyond cherishing pace. Varka groaned, the rumble felt by Flins.
Devotion, desire, admiration, worship… the words that fluttered across Flins mind in the heat of the moment.
Every twitch, every clench, every squeeze was felt by the knight at this leisurely pace. He could be in this position forever. The tender affection and passion felt at this pace was throwing Flins into a lustful haze. The knight watched as his favorite yellow eyes glazed over before drifting shut. His thumb ran across a particularly large hickey he had left across the ratnik’s collar bone. The soft caress made Flins gasp softly.
“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?”
Varka’s hand slid between his ass to pull at the puffy entrance, his finger tips tugging at it gently. The sensation pulled a needy moan from the sensitive fae. A shudder rippled through Flins body. His entrance clenched around Varka’s cock still slowly fucking into him. Flins face was laced with a blissful haze.
Varka felt like he needed to memorize such a tender expression. Eyes fluttering mostly shut, just a sliver of those gorgeous yellow eyes visible. His mouth dropped open as sweet gasps escaped him, lips red and swollen. His neck was barred, his head fallen back as he relished in the pleasure. The pink blush dusting his cheeks was almost as pretty as the purple marks littered across his milky skin. Almost…
His mouth snapped shut as a high pitched whine came from him. Flins ass tightened around Varka. A hand squeezed his shoulder, the other gripped blonde locks. Nails nipped at skin. His back arched.
“There… there my knight…” Flins gasped.
“Right there huh?” Varka chuckled lowly.
His hips kept a shallow, deep pace, pulling out just enough to press against that sweet spot that made his lover whine. Each thrust punched out a breathy moan from Flins. His hips bucked forward, pressing himself closer to his lover. It was a silent cry for more, anything… Flins just wanted more. A deeper angle, more pressure, more touching… just more.
When Varka’s hand dipped between their bodies and wrapped around the lightkeeper’s neglected cock, his fate was sealed. He yanked the knight into a fiery kiss. Flins was grinding into the hand stroking along his aching length, his hips bucking and grinding. A choked off moan filled the room as Flins broke the kiss. A small string of saliva still locked their tongues.
Flins was a fucking vision to the knight as he tried his best not to orgasm. He didn't want the session to end so quickly. But the fae was sensitive… the fat cock fucking him so leisurely and yet was practically bruising his prostate at each thrust. The finger tips spreading his already filled hole. Then the calloused hand stroking along his ignored cock was the nail in the coffin, especially as he ran a thumb over the weeping slit.
“Going… going to cum…” Flins panted, his eyebrows creasing together as his orgasm approached.
“Good boy.” Varka praised.
His hand quickened the pace, practically begging for Flins release. The hold on his ass tightened, pulling him further along his length. Varka watched as the fae’s eyes rolled back, the length inside him squishing his sweet spot in the best way possible. Too much. Far too much even at this unhurried pace. Flins crumbled in the safe space of Varka’s arms. His orgasm was an all engulfing heat that swallowed him whole. Every one of his senses burned in a hot white heat. His body trembled as he clung even closer to Varka. He painted the knight's hand and abdomen with his cum.
“Perfect…” Varka murmured, pulling him into another soft kiss. “Fuck you’re tight, Kyryll… did that feel good?”
Flins nodded feverishly, panting slightly as he snapped back to reality. Yellow eyes met deep blue ones. The Ratnik knew he was in for it when a mischievous glint danced across those pretty blue eyes. Both hands curled around trim hips. Before he knew it, his back hit the sheets. There he was, looking up at Varka between his legs with his cock still lodged deep inside his ass and looking down at him so hungrily.
“You can keep going, right my little lamp?” Varka grinned.
“When it comes to you? I will always take more.” Flins chuckled.
A large calloused hand slid down the length of his thigh, throwing the long pale leg over his hip. His other leg got the same treatment; a hand slid down his thigh, down his calf and pulled it over his shoulder. The knight pushed toward, grinding his hips deep. Flins bit his lower lip at the grinding, overstimulation making a lap through his veins. Varka’s lips met Flins’s pale chest, lavishing across the expanse until they found a pale pieced nipple.
His tongue prodded at the sensitive bud as his hips slowly pulled out. They pushed back inside at a needy rate. Flins groaned as the blonde set a far quicker pace than when they were lazily fucking moments earlier. Varka’s fingers intertwined with Flins, his hand pushing the thin hand against the sheets.
“Vark- Ah!” Flins moaned, a soft whimper following.
The knight had bit down teasingly on his nipple, followed by suction. He was relishing in the loud reactions coming from his lover. Varka always adored how vocal Flins was when they were intimate like this. The pace quickened, the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. Varka couldn't help but groan over and over. He couldn't help but be greedy as he chased his own orgasm. Flins was squeezing around him like a vice. His cock was leaking against his abdomen again. He had a feeling the fae was getting close to a second orgasm.
Yellow eyes were glazed over again, moan after moan falling from swollen lips. The slow paced love making was becoming fast, passionate fucking quickly as every shred of patience Varka had disappeared. There was only so much he could take before he got lost in the world of his fae. His lips moved from his nipple back to his throat, leaving open mouth tongue kisses along the tender skin already coated in marks.
“Fuck, I’m getting close, Kyryll… you feel so damn good. I could be buried inside you forever.” Varka grunted in his lover’s ear. “You don't know what you do to me, my little lamp. You're all I dream about every second we are apart.”
Flins gasped softly at the words being whispered in his ear. “You rarely leave my mind, my knight. Tell me more.”
“Never in my life had I imagined I would be buried balls deep into the prettiest mythical creature in all of Nod Krai.” Varka groaned. “You are a dream, Kyryll… so pretty, so perfect, and mine.”
Varka took a hold of his thin hips and thrust forward at a brutal pace. Flins hands scrambled for purchase against the sheets as the rough thrusts pushed him over the edge for a second time. Varka grinned wickedly as he watched the man writhe against the sheets in pleasure a second time. His jaw clenched slightly as Flins tightened around him, making it hard to move.
“Thats my good boy.” Varka groaned. “Archons, you're so tight, Kyryll, shit, when you squeeze me like that!”
A few more shallow thrusts and Varka fell over the edge alongside his lover. A shiver shot down his spine as he filled the entrance he was buried in. Deep groans rumbled in his chest as he came down from the high. Flins looked hazy below him. He looked satisfied, much to Varka's delight. He peppered kisses across his face and jawline, staying buried inside until his cock softened.
He dropped back to his spot in the bed, his fingers lacing with Flins as they basked in the afterglow. A kiss was added to the Ratnik’s forehead, a gentle smile coming across the blissful man’s face.
This was what he needed after a long mission away.
Flins was his home.
Flins was his little lamp, his mystical fae.
“Welcome home, Varka.” Flins hummed softly.
“I’d give just about anything to stay right here. With you Kyryll.” Varka squeezed his hand.
“I will always be with you, my knight.”