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“Sir Varka, if I may ask,”

“Yea- Whoa! Flins?!”

Varka froze solid before he could even finish the first word of his reply, blue eyes wide as an owl with his hands instinctively thrown into air. 

Because why was Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins— the elegant gentleman of a fae who had always maintained a polite distance— pressing himself flat against Varka’s body with his face nuzzled into the midline of Varka’s chest, all while shamelessly slotting his leg right between the knight’s? 

And those eyes, those damn irises bright as stars in the night sky that was Flins’s dark-rimmed eyes and shadow-like hair, were half-lidded and gazing straight into Varka’s very soul. 

“Why haven’t you bedded me yet?” Flins asked, his voice low and slightly muffled in Varka’s shirt.

Varka almost forgot how to breathe at that moment. He managed to take a step back in attempt to regain an appropriate distance, but he couldn’t get far— For the hand that had snaked to the small of his back anchored Flins’s heatless body onto him, pulling the Lightkeeper right back against him. 

“F-Flins? Where is this coming from?”

“Am I not good enough for you?” Flins turned his head slowly, pressing his cheek into Varka’s pecs, all while maintaining eye contact. 

Lord Barbatos, those eyes- 

“I mean, we aren’t exactly in that kind of relationship, are we?”

But then, oh, Archons above… Or should he have sworn to the Moon Maiden instead? Or maybe the ancient dragons- Never mind, none of that mattered, because Flins…

Flins laughed. A soft chortle, the rich tenor of his voice reverberated in Varka’s chest. But that wasn’t the end of it. Flins’s eyes softened— Varka didn’t know they could get any more alluring than they already were— before speaking again.

“But your heart tells me otherwise.” Flins smiled against the knight’s sternum. “It is beating very fast, Sir Varka.” He further nuzzled into Varka’s chest, pressing his ear against where Varka’s heart is, listening to the rapid lub-dubs from within, solid evidence of his claim. 

Varka felt his face heating up. His breath shallowed, hands that were thrown mid-air slightly trembled under his fraying control. He could feel the heat running down his spine, and he knew it wouldn’t take long for an unspeakable part of his body to react towards Flins.

But that won’t do, wouldn’t it? So he closed his eyes and willed for the heat to dissipate.

“Now, now, this isn’t very appropriate, don’t you think?” Once he deemed himself recomposed, Varka chastised with a playful quirk of a brow, his grin lopsided to show indifference with hands still self-contained in air.

“Oh? How so?” Only for all of his efforts to be tossed out the window with a simple brush of Flins’s leg against his inner thigh. Varka clenched his jaws to keep himself in check. 

“I once thought I’ve been very obvious with my intentions, but you’ve yet to make a move to reciprocate.” Flins held his gaze with those half-lidded eyes of his— Tempting. “So I reckon I will have to be more direct with my advances.” 

“Hah.” Varka let out a sigh, half a chuckle. He wouldn’t give in to it. He was better than that. “It’s just, you see, this really isn’t what I had in mind.”

Flins’s smile dulled in the blink of an eye. His eyes widened ever so slightly, something akin to disbelief flashed across them; lips parting just a sliver. Dark lashes fluttered once, twice, before dropping his gaze entirely, finally breaking eye contact.

“Ah.” The fae lamented. He slowly withdrew his hand from the dip of Varka’s back and pulled away from the knight. Head low, he took a few steps back, returning the proper distance between them. 

“My apologies. It seems like I am mistaken.” With a hand tucked behind his back and the other pressed against his chest, Flins bowed, motion fluid and form elegant. His tone remained smooth and even, yet his movements somehow conveyed a sense of dejection, one that struck Varka with a sudden pang of guilt. That was when Varka, to his horror, abruptly realized how he had given Flins the wrong message.

“Wait, Flins, that’s not-”

“Then I shall take no more of your time. Enjoy your evening, Sir Varka.” Flins did not entertain whatever Varka had tried to say. He simply turned on his heels and paced straight towards the door. 

“Flins! Wait!” Varka’s hand shot out, grabbing Flins by his arm just above the elbow. Flins stopped in his tracks, but remained turned away from Varka. 

“You see, I’m just… taken aback by all of this.” Varka managed, adjusting the strength of his grip as to not hurt the other. “We aren’t in a relationship— not yet, at least, and this isn’t how I’ve planned for it to go. How we’d- you know, begin one.” He then averted his gaze, feeling a flush beginning to form across his cheeks with what he was going to say next.

“And it isn’t very gentlemanly of me if I’m to give in to the heat of the moment. Don’t you agree, dear noble fae?” Brows furrowing at the blatant admission, Varka still managed the joke with a smile.

To the knight’s relief, Flins, slowly, began to turn towards him— and Varka’s face burned red at what he saw. 

Golden eyes were half-lidded in mirth, pale lips parted to show pearly white teeth. All it took was a single melodious chuckle for Varka to realize that he had been played. 

“Finally.” Flins huffed with a tilt of his head. “You’re willing to lay your hands on me. I was starting to have the idea that they will remain aerial for the rest of this lovely evening.” 

Varka felt something inside himself crack.

“You… Seductive little fae!” He yanked a laughing Flins by his arm to spin him around, then enveloped him fully into his embrace. Flins reciprocated, wrapping his arm back around Varka’s waist and pressed the palm of his other hand against the man’s chest, his face slotting into the groove of Varka’s neck. 

“What happened to being ‘gentlemanly’, Sir Knight?” Flins muttered against warm skin, once again raising his thigh to brush against the undeniable tent at Varka’s groin. The knight shuddered at the pressure, drawing in a sharp breath between his lips. 

“Says you, who just chucked it all out the window.” Varka tightened his hold around Flins. The Lightkeeper’s form emitted next to no heat, but it did nothing to cool Varka down. 

“Yet, you’re still holding back.” Gloved fingers caressed the broad expanse of the heaving chest, dragging them across the dark fabric of Varka’s shirt. Teasing him. Tempting him. 

Then, as if suddenly deciding that it wasn’t worth the effort, those slender fingers gripped the shirt and dragged its owner down with a tug. Unheeding the knight’s yelp of surprise, Flins pushed himself up on the tip of his toes until pale lips found the warmth of Varka’s flushed ear, and breathed right into it. “Allow me to inquire once more— ‘Why haven’t you bedded me yet’, Sir Varka?”

Varka groaned with a full-bodied shudder, his erection kicked in the confines of his pants, pressing right into Flins’s deliberately placed leg. Flins’s eyes narrowed in satisfaction, his thumb rubbing suggestive circles into the dip of Varka’s back. 

“Alright.” Varka loosened his hold around Flins, only to lower himself and shifted his arms till they slotted into the curve of the Lightkeeper’s back and right under his ass. Without further warning, he made use of the difference in their physique to lift Flins straight off the ground. The movement earned Varka another chuckle from the fae, he could feel the rumbles of delight beneath layers of Flins’s robes and the press of Flins’s own arousal against his body.

“Let’s fix it right this instant, shall we?” Varka turned on his heels and made haste for the bed.

“Yes.” Flins purred, wrapping his legs around Varka’s torso. He had waited way too long for this. Both of them had. 

Once they reached the bed, Varka pushed Flins right onto the sheets, pressing him into the mattress with his full weight. Flins gasped when he felt Varka’s heavy erection grinding between his legs, heated breath landing directly against the skin behind his ear. He huffed out a laugh, both pleased and amused by the eagerness of the other. 

“At ease, Sir Varka, I’m not going anywhere. Allow us to undress first.” He patted placating strokes down the broad back. 

“Right, yeah… Of course…” Almost reluctantly, Varka pushed himself up from Flins, and they began shedding their coats in unison. Varka’s heavy furred coat fell to the floor with a dull thud, and without his armor on today, all he had to do was to tug that tight black shirt right over his head. Muscles rippled under scarred skin as he worked, and Flins admired every inch of it with a heated gaze as he loosened the belts holding his clothes together. The Lightkeeper tightened his legs around Varka, shedding pieces after pieces of his attire.

Once Varka’s black shirt joined the pile on the floor, he bent his form over Flins, propping himself up with hands on both sides of Flins’s head. Sweat started beading on his forehead, his breath turned labored as he took in the sight of the fae lying on top of his own clothes with just his dress shirt on— an arm resting casually by his head, face turned to the side, lips slack with eyes narrowed and fixed onto blue, baring his neck as he dragged a hand down his purple dress shirt with deliberate purpose, the silver weighs at the tips of his collar shimmered under the dim light. 

“I’m all yours.” Said the fae, voice alluring and seductive. “Have me however you wish.” 

Large calloused hands were immediately all over Flins. Varka pressed his lips onto the offered skin, gently kissing behind a slightly flushed ear, trailing down the smooth, pale neck as his hands roamed over Flins’s chest, dragging down his sides and then all the way back up. Thick fingers meticulously popped the buttons one after the other, swiftly and accurately all while maintaining an adequate level of calmness and respect, the epitome of prime chivalry despite the heat of the moment. A true knight to the core. 

Warm lips worshipped every inch of skin, kissing down cool flesh as they were exposed beneath the unbuttoned dress shirt, all the way down towards the firm bulge pushing up against gray slacks, silently demanding attention. 

“Sir Varka—” Flins couldn’t help but moan the knight’s name when those lips pressed against his clothed erection. He rocked his hips up and further spread his legs, tossing a hand over his lips and instinctively gripped his opened shirt. 

“Varka,” the knight rasped, now kneeling beside the bed between Flins’s legs. “Just call me Varka. And don’t hold back your voice, you can pull on my hair if that’s what it takes for me to hear your beautiful voice.” With that, Varka popped the button at the top of Flins’s slacks, making him gasp at the relieve of pressure. 

“Varka.” Flins sighed the knight’s name, and was immediately met with the heat of Varka’s mouth on his cock, albeit over his underwear. He let out a moan at that, hands traveling down to find thick blonde hair, gripping them between his gloved fingers. 

Then, Flins felt those calloused hands wrapping around his wrists, carefully peeling them away from Varka’s hair. He looked down, sightly confused by the gesture despite having permission from the other, only for his gaze to meet hungry blue. Varka lifted his lips from Flins’s arousal to carefully close his teeth around the glove, right at the tip of the Lightkeeper’s middle finger, and gently tugged the leather off his hand. 

The gesture made Flins’s cock throb beneath his underwear, precum beading at the tip only to soak into the fabric. Dropping the first glove, Varka did the same with the other, before letting go of Flins’s hands and redirected his attention towards the impatient bundle pushing up insistently under his chin. Fingers hooked into the waistband of both Flins’s slacks and his underwear, and, finally, pulled both down to expose the fae’s ass and release his fully hard cock. 

“Gods, Flins, you’re so wet for me.” Hot breath tickled the sensitive length, coaxing out another bead of pre at the reddened tip. 

“Kyryll.” Flins buried his bared hands into blonde hair. “From now on, call me by my name, for you have offered me yours.” He smiled, gently tugging at golden strands with those slim fingers of his.

Varka’s eyes slightly widened for a moment. “Kyryll… Kyryll…” He mirrored, testing the name. Flins’s name rolled off his tongue pleasantly, sending a shudder down the fae’s form. Varka slipped his arms beneath Flins’s thighs and circled the narrow waist in his hands, warm skin against cool. 

“Kyryll.” Blue eyes locked with starry gold as Varka called the fae by his name once more, voice low and soft, overflowing with fondness. He passed his tongue over his lips once, and enveloped the leaking wet cock into the heat of his mouth. 

Flins tossed his head back and moaned. His eyes slightly rolled up, back arching off the mattress yet held in place by those rough hands wrapped firmly around his waist. All he could do was curl his fingers into blonde hair, dig the heels of his feet into Varka’s back and take what the knight had to offer, all while moaning the man’s name like a chant.

“Ah— Varka! Yes- splendid—! Please, don’t stop! Varka!” The thick hot tongue lapped along his shaft, beneath the crown and over the leaking slit, not minding the slightest that it’s temperature resembled naught of a human’s despite the heat of the moment. Flins couldn’t help but let praises fall from his lips, and Varka drank them all down like they were the finest wine, groaning around the hard cock in his mouth, now warm with the man’s very own heat. 

Flins’s moans echoed off the walls of the lighthouse, music to Varka’s ears. The knight’s erection throbbed against the seams of his pants, straining in the confinements of the tight fabric, so hard that it borderline hurt. Yet all Varka did was thrust his hips into nothingness as he continued to pleasure the fae, swallowing the cock down his throat like a hungry wolf. He shifted on his knees, twisting his hips to rut meaninglessly into air, all while sucking on Flins’s cock like his life depended on it— depended on pleasing his beloved. It was only until he felt the tell-tale twitches against his tongue that Varka finally pulled off Flins’s cock with a wet pop. 

Flins wailed. His fingers tightened in blonde hair in attempt to pull Varka back down, but to no avail. He cried something in Fae, most likely a complaint, only for it to dissolve into a trembling moan when Varka dragged his slacks, underwear included, all the way down his legs. 

“Kyryll, spread your legs for me.” Varka coaxed, tugging gray slacks completely off Flins’s legs and tossed them to the side. Flins eagerly parted his legs for Varka, spreading them wide now that the restraints of his slacks were no more. His slicked arousal was curving up towards his stomach, hard and full and leaking at the flushed tip in anticipation for more.

“Do you have oil?” Varka wrapped a large hand across the base of Flins’s thigh, where torso and leg met, thumb slipping behind the Lightkeeper’s balls to tug at the skin underneath.

Flins let out a gasp at the sensation, his most intimate parts completely bared to Varka. Excitement welled up in his core, and his arousal throbbed in response. “In the nightstand.” He replied, further parting his legs and fisted into the sheets.

Varka swiftly located the vial in the nightstand drawer and removed the top with a pop, pouring its contents into his palm. “Tell me to stop anytime, alright?” He said softly as he rubbed the oil around his hand to warm it, slicking his thick fingers with it.

“That won’t be necessary.” Flins grinned, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. 

“Kyryll.” Varka warned, though his voice held no command, instead resembled a plea.

“I will make it known if I feel uncomfortable, but I doubt the necessity.” He brushed his leg against Varka’s shoulder, urging. “Please, Varka. You have made me wait long enough.”

Varka’s cock throbbed, fully hard in his pants and made him wince at the tightness. “Alright.” The oiled hand returned to Flins, rubbing lube into the folds of the fae’s pucker with the pad of his thumb. With his free hand, Varka tugged his belt open and popped the button at the top of his pants. With a hiss, he opened the front of his fly to relieve the unbearable pressure at his own erection, all while working oil into Flins’s hole. He left himself at that, and let the tip of his thumb slip into his lover’s tightness. 

Varka let out a tiny gasp in surprise. It was hot inside Flins.

“Kyryll, you’re…” He slowly pressed his thumb in, feeling the slicked warmth around his skin, a great contrast to the heatless body he had known of. 

“Is it so surprising for a ball of flames to be hot?” Came the answer coated in mirth. “I jest. While that is partially true, I simply reckon some body heat will be preferable during the act of intimacy.” 

Varka found out at that moment, about how little relief did opening the fly of his pants offer to his cock. “Seductive little fae.” He bit back a laugh and sank his thumb fully into Flins, immediately feeling the silky walls of heated flesh tightening around the digit. He moved the finger around in circles, feeling around the passage, getting it used to the intrusion and further coated it in oil.

“You’ll have to try harder than that to make me feel anywhere near ‘uncomfortable’, my dear Varka.” Flins teased with a chuckle. While he was fond of the knight’s chivalry, it sometimes do proof to be a bit too much in desperate times. 

“Haha, seems like I’ll have to up my game to sate the Azure Flame’s greed.” Varka returned. He pulled out his thumb and pushed himself up onto the bed, form bracing over Flins. “Hold onto me.” He instructed, slipping his arm behind Flins’s back as the fae reached up to circle his around Varka’s neck. Varka lifted Flins from the mattress, brushing the Lightkeeper’s shedded coat and accessories aside to pile them as a bundle at the foot of the bed. 

He further held Flins against himself, their forms slotting against each other. Flins let out a gasp when his cock was pressed against the midline of Varka’s abs, leaving a trail of slick on toned flesh, his arousal stoked by the temporary friction. Varka climbed onto the mattress while supporting Flins in a single arm, wary of Flins’s long hair as he moved to lay his lover properly on bed, head resting on a pillow. Once settled, he pushed Flins’s legs up from behind his thighs and slotted himself in between. Slicking his fingers in more oil, Varka pressed two of them against the hole and gently pushed in, making Flins draw in a soft breath at the larger intrusion. 

Those fingers, too, were easily taken in to the hilt. Varka began moving them around, pushing and prodding and scissoring the digits in search for something buried in the velvety heat. A gasp from the fae was all he needed to know that he had found what he was looking for.

“Gotcha.” Grinning wide, Varka aimed the tips of his fingers at that particular spot hidden behind heated flesh, and sank them right into the bundle of nerves. 

“Ah! Varka—!” Flins cried, legs instinctively closing around Varka’s waist. The tip of his toes curled and his arms were tossed above his head, grasping at the pillow. His waist tried to arch off the bed, only to be pressed back into the mattress by the large hand splayed across his middle. He didn’t even have time to recover before the next wave came crashing down on him.

Thick fingers worked with a deftness that didn’t correlate with their size the slightest, rubbing over and over into Flins’s sensitive spot with just the right pressure, making him moan the knight’s name over and over again. He didn’t even notice when Varka added another finger. Clear precum leaked from the tip of his neglected erection, straining above his taut abdomen and dripping all over Varka’s spread hand, over his own belly.

Flins was close. He couldn’t resist the temptation of touching himself, so he let go of the pillow and carefully reached for his cock—

Only for it to be brushed away with a gentle flick of Varka’s hand. “Don't touch yourself. Let me please you.” Said the knight in a low, husky voice, slightly panting through his parted lips, blue eyes filled with heat— all of it just from fingering his lover.

The sight and his own desperation only made Flins further melt into the sheets, his insides tightened against thick fingers, asking for more. A flush had climbed its way up his heatless form, coloring his pale skin a light shade of pink. With another precise swipe of fingers over his prostate, Flins yielded to the pleasure with a wail. 

Hole clenching, body trembling, cock leaking, eyes glassy and mind hazy, Flins begged.

“Varka, please.” Sluggish hands reached for his lover, trying to pull Varka down by his nape and shoulders to no avail. The knight was strong, unmovable as rock. “Take me, Varka. I want you on me, around me, inside me. Please, don’t hold back.”

Varka let out a long and heated huff. He pulled his fingers clean out of Flins, leaving the unsatisfied ring of muscles to clench around nothing and reached for his own pants. He hissed when he pulled down his pants, finally freeing the straining erection that had been neglected all this time. 

Flins’s breath shallowed at the sight before him. Varka’s cock was huge, thick and heavy and pleasantly shaped, flushed with precum beading at the tip. With how wet he got just from the knight’s fingers, his own arousal kicked and leaked profusely at the mere thought of how it would feel with Varka’s cock inside him, leaving a puddle of pre pooling in the dip of his navel.

Varka poured the rest of the contents in the vial onto his hand and cock. The knight was lubing up his shaft with slow and careful pumps, fully concentrated as to not stroke himself over the edge when Flins decided that he will wait no more. With a strength unbelonging to humankind, Flins dragged Varka down onto him, forcing the man to catch himself with a yelp— and Flins took that moment to kiss Varka square across his lips.

Blue eyes widened in shock. Flins moaned into Varka’s mouth, his tongue— pleasantly heated just like his insides— licked greedily past Varka’s lips, parted in sheer bewilderment, and curled with Varka’s own, urging the other to reciprocate. At the little whimpering noises of pleas from the fae, Varka’s cock throbbed against his will, straining ridiculously hard in his grip. 

Oh, Varka had plans on how to coax the fae into a kiss, on how to set the right atmosphere before finally sealing their lips— too bad all of it got flushed down the drain. Ruined. Pleasantly ruined. 

Varka felt something cracking inside himself. He groaned into Flins’s mouth and pressed back against the intruding tongue, pushing Flins into the sheets with a shove against his chest. His raging erection rutted against Flins’s, groaning as he thrusted his hips and pressed their cocks together, chasing the friction, smearing precum that had spilled all over the place between them; wet and messy, cold against hot.

Flins dug his fingers into golden locks, cool palm cupping the heat of Varka’s nape. He pulled the knight impossibly closer and nipped on his lower lip in mischief, a tiny condemnation for taking so long to do this.

Their kiss turned passionate, tongues dancing and twirling against each other. Those heatless lips with a scalding hot tongue drove Varka dangerously close toward madness.

When they parted, it was for air on Varka’s behalf. 

“I had plans, you know.” Varka wheezed out a laugh, panting for air. “You ruined it. You ruin me, Kyryll.”

“Oh, have I?” Flins teased, lips slightly swollen from the kiss, chest heaving and form twisting above the sheets in a way that was the epitome of temptation, eyeing Varka’s groin suggestively, hungrily. “Would you like to claim compensation for what I have ruined then? Anything you’d like.”

“Careful, little fae. Tempt the beast, and you might get yourself mauled.” Varka gave his cock a few pumps to take the edge off, to placate himself.

“Worry not, Wolf of the North, for I am fae— by no means will laying with a human break me. Now,” Flins further parted his legs around Varka, trailed his fingertips all the way down his pale and flushed body, brushing past his twitching erection till he reached his hole. He spread himself open, smoothing the folds of his glistening pucker, presenting himself— slick and pliant, ready. “You’ve made me wait long enough. Take me, Varka.”

“Very well.” Varka rasped, voice hoarse in a way that made Flins shudder in excitement, holding the shaft of his cock to press his swollen tip against the offered entrance. “As you wish,” and pushed himself past the tight ring of muscles. 

Both of them moaned at the sensation of their union. 

“Archons above, Kyryll…” Varka panted, cock barely even half buried in Flins. “It’s so tight inside you— So… hot!” 

Varka’s hips made half-abandoned thrusts almost involuntarily when Flins laughed softly in response. His voice was so alluring when he laughed.

“Yes.” He dragged Varka down into his arms, speaking right into Varka’s reddened ear to make the knight shudder, to make his cock throb inside the tight, velvety flesh. “You fill me up very well, Varka. More.” 

Varka responded with a slow thrust of his hips, burying his cock further into Flins, until the fae tensed with a moan, tossing his head back with a clench of his insides and nails slightly digging into the knight’s shoulders. Varka hissed at the tightness around his long denied cock, doing everything he could to stop himself from spilling his seeds. Not yet. Not so fast. 

“There, huh?” He pulled himself out just a little, and snapped his hips forward, fucking into that sensitive spot inside Flins, then beyond. 

Flins cried out at the pressure against his prostate, the sensation brutal, more satisfying than Varka’s fingers, filling his insides even further. But it wasn’t enough— Despite everything, Varka was still holding back. 

“Varka.” He tightened his legs around Varka, pulling them into each other, fucking himself on Varka’s cock, making Varka groan at the tightness, at the impossible heat.

“Harder.” The fae demanded; his knight delivered. Strong hips thrusted forward, sinking himself further and further into the tight, velvety hole, spreading willing flesh open like never before. Varka wrapped his arms around Flins, anchoring the cool body in place with his heated form before pulling himself back, then snapped his hips forward— slotting his cock fully into Flins.

Nails digging into Varka’s shoulders, Flins moaned into the open, then again, and again, and again as Varka rutted into his ass, the thick head rubbed against his prostate with every thrust, girthy length filling him up nice and warm and so very full. His neglected cock twitched and throbbed between their bodies, so wet and flicking up so high that precum smeared onto Varka’s abs, dripping back onto himself, leaving a clear thread that stretched between the flushed tip and their toned muscles, thickening with each meeting of hips as more and more fluids were coaxed out from his arousal. 

Varka panted harshly, the movements of his hips turning more and more rapid, his rhythm faltering the more he fucked into Flins.

“Kyryll, you feel- you feel so hot, so tight inside— so good…! I’m close, Kyryll!” He grunted against Flins’s neck, hot lips pressing against warmed skin. His hoarse voice only further stoked the fire inside Flins, making the fae even hotter, impossibly hot.

“Inside, Varka— Inside me!” Flins moaned, clinging onto Varka’s shoulders for dear life as the knight rutted into him, fucking him into the mattress, driving him up his pillow only to drag him back down every single time, slotting the hot and rigid cock snug inside him. Flins’s hole clenched around Varka on every rock of his hips, every thrust of his cock against his prostate, driving him closer and closer to the edge—

With a throaty groan, Varka slotted himself to the hilt with one final thrust and spent himself deep inside the fae. 

An azure flame flickered, bright and alive; fueled by the seeds, fed by it, making the fire burn brighter, hotter. Flins arched off the bed, head tossed back to bare his throat, and keened his lover’s name. His cock spilled white across his own belly, over Varka’s, wave after wave.

But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough. Flins’s insides spasmed around the cock buried deep inside him, milking it for more, making Varka groan as he rode through his climax with slow rocks of his hips, pumping all that was left into the twitching passage.

“Amazing.” Varka panted, blue eyes dazed, form collapsing above Flins, weighing down on him. “You’re amazing, Kyryll. That felt so good.” 

Yet, the knight began to retreat from him, pulling out of the needy heat— away from the fire that had become too greedy, burning too bright. 

“No.” Flins tightened his grasp around Varka, legs wrapping around his retreating form. His insides gripped around Varka’s softening length, retaining him. Varka’s breath hitched at that, his form shuddered at the sensation around his cock, still sensitive from his orgasm. 

“Alright, alright, we’ll stay like this for a while. Rest for a bit, then I’ll go get something to wipe us down.”

For a while? Rest?

“No, this can’t be it.” Flins couldn’t let Varka leave. Not like this, not after Varka had stoked his flames and made him burn. “More, Varka. I want more.”

“Archons, Kyryll, we have to- Whoa!” Varka tried to pull away, only to find himself being flipped onto the bed by inhuman strength, his back hitting the mattress and his cock fully slotted back into Flins’s wet heat— his insides were burning even hotter than before.

“Varka, please.” Flins pleaded. Irises that were once golden glanced down at him, an azure flame flickering at the corner of those half-lidded eyes. His unbuttoned dress shirt slipped off his shoulders, with pale, heatless hands pressing down on Varka’s chest. The sight made Varka forget how to breathe, cock stirring inside the fae. He shouldn’t, he was better than this, he should control himself and take good care of Flins, he should-

“Truly, your chivalry knows no bounds,” Flins shedded his dress shirt and dropped it off the edge of the bed. His form bent forward and his pale fingers dipped into the muscles of Varka’s pecs, long shadow-like hair slipped over his bare and flushed shoulders to brush against Varka’s scarred body. Varka was left agape; couldn’t find his words. His composure was cracking, flaking, failing— 

“But will you leave me like this? Dissatisfied?” 

It shattered.

With a grunt that resembled a growl, calloused hands grabbed hold of the slim waist to firmly lift Flins up his cock, already hard again and pulsating at his groin, eliciting a tiny gasp of anticipation from the Lightkeeper. Varka dug the balls of his feet into the mattress, established leverage, and fucked rough and deep into Flins. 

The moan that left Flins echoed through Varka’s soul. It made the knight’s cock throb, straining impossibly hard despite cumming just a while ago. 

“This’s what you want? Yeah? It’s all yours, I’ll give you all of it!” Varka’s mind went hazy, his waist couldn’t stop rutting into Flins’s passage, silkily soft yet tight and ridiculously hot, perfect around him. All he could think of was how good it felt inside Flins, of how he wanted to please the fae, to satisfy his lover’s hunger, and to hear him moan again and again until his voice went hoarse. 

“Yes! Like that! Varka! Ah- Varka!” Flins cried, praises rolling off his tongue. He rode along the powerful thrusts of Varka’s hips, letting the length grind along his sensitive spot. The fire within him burned bright and alive, like nothing before in the past centuries of his life. 

Overflowing arousal spilled out of Flins— not just in form of precum leaking from his cock to add to the mess, but in form of energy spilling out from his back in pulses. He was close, his moans stuttered as he bounced on Varka’s cock. His insides began to twitch, pulsating in sync with every throb of his length, with every shiver climbing up his spine like electro and manifested as fleeting azure flares at his shoulders. 

With a particularly hard thrust, Varka seated himself fully inside Flins. His cock curved at just the right angle for the shaft to press down against Flins’s prostate, and the fae came with a wail. Flins drew in a choked breath, his eyes rolling into his eyelids, the line of his pale neck bared to the knight beneath him. 

But that was not the end. 

In the haze of his orgasm, Flins’s world spun around him. When he came to, he found himself shoved into the mattress, face buried into the pillow, making him choke out a whimper that ended up muffled in fabric. 

Then, a shadow loomed over him— a large hand grabbed him by his waist with the other gripping tight on his shoulder. “Remember, Kyryll.” A low and deep voice spoke right next to his ear, sending a shudder down the Lightkeeper’s spine. “You asked for this.”

And Varka fucked into his hole with a near brutal snap of his hips. 

Flins moaned, long and unrestrained yet drowned by the pillow. Varka’s cock struck precisely into the bundle of nerves with every thrust, the angle making it an easy target. Varka fucked him with so much strength that Flins’s body inched up the bed with every thrust, his cock forced to grind against the sheets with every snap of the knight’s hips, making him squirm and cry and claw at his pillow. 

Every time Flins tried to lift his hips, to take the friction off his oversensitive cock, he was held right there by the large hand at his waist and thrusted straight back down into the mattress with the next roll of Varka’s hips. When Flins’s head neared hitting the headboard with how he was gradually driven up the bed and how he was kicking at the sheets in his throes, Varka would drag him back down by his shoulder and slot himself snug into Flins’s tight passage.

Flins began loosing control of the blaze in within; loosing control over his form. He moaned, he cried, he keened and his cock drenched the sheets beneath him, but he loved it, loved every moment of it— it was exactly what he wanted from his lover since the very beginning of their passionate night; what he had wanted since the moment he first desired to lay with Varka. 

With a particularly rough and well-aimed thrust, Flins screamed into the pillow and his cock spilled across the sheets. His fire burnt past the threshold and the energy within him bursted forth, manifesting as what resembled azure-white wings upon the fae’s shoulders. Flins heard Varka draw in a sharp breath, felt the strong throbs of the cock against his walls and the tightening of those rough hands grasping around him— Varka was so turned on by the sight of Flins loosing his form beneath him.

“Yes, Varka!” With a turn of his head, Flins wheezed out a laugh, his voice cracked. “My knight, my beautiful beast! Give me everything— Don’t hold back!” 

Another moan was immediately fucked out of Flins’s throat. “As you wish, Kyryll— my light, my pretty little fae!” And Flins was pounded into the sheets until his voice strained and his cock spilled nothing. Varka continued fucking Flins till his own breath shallowed, his hips stuttered and his head dropped into the dip between Flins’s shoulder blades, between those bright azure wings, and spent himself deep inside his lover with one final thrust of his hips, pulses after pulses of seeds painting the insides of Flins white. 

Panting harshly, Varka slowly rolled onto his side after coming down from his high, bringing Flins with him with a hand around the Lightkeeper’s hips and the other wrapped across his heaving chest. Flins’s wings dissipated, and the color of his eyes returned to their usual starry gold.

“Splendid.” Flins chuckled, wrapping his own hand around Varka’s arm before the knight could mutter anything akin to an apology. 

Varka laughed in reply, his voice rumbling pleasantly against Flins’s back, breath warm against Flins’s nape. Then, “at least let me clean us up.” He offered, considerate and gentlemanly like the knight that he is. Yet, that only earned him a chortle from the fae. 

“That’ll be unnecessary, my dear Varka. Please, pull out.” 

Varka obliged. He carefully took himself out of Flins’s hole, now soft and pliant but still as warm. With a long sigh of content, Flins conjured an azure flame into the palm of his hand and proceeded to swipe it across the mattress, slowly pressing it over the wet spot left on the sheets. The same fire licked across their bodies, burning away the remnants of their sex before dissipating right under Varka’s watch, leaving behind not even a speckle of ash. 

Blue eyes blinked in awe, staring at the sheets that were not only dried, but also smoothed out without a wrinkle. Varka was practically plastered against Flins, yet he could barely even feel a trace of heat. 

“I’m surprised I still have my dick.” He spouted.

“Haha, I’d never burn you, Varka.” There it was again, one of Flins’s jokes that would’ve sent most people scrambling away. “But I do suggest you feed the fireplace before we rest; I won’t be able to provide much heat, after all.”

That elicited a hearty laugh from the knight. “Yeah, let’s do that.” 

So Varka fed firewood into the dying embers, stoked the flames till the fire crackled steady and warm, before flopping back into bed and was tucked underneath the duvet Flins had produced from somewhere inside the lighthouse. 

“Goodnight, Kyryll.” Varka pressed a kiss atop Flins’s hair, eyes already falling heavy with the comfortable ambience around them.

“Goodnight, Varka.” Flins returned, snuggling against Varka’s warm body— the most comfortable place to sleep second to his own lantern.

It didn’t take long for the room to be filled with Varka’s quiet snores, and Flins closed his eyes in content, a soft smile across his lips, satisfied.

***

Varka woke up to a slight chill in the air and a comfortable weight at his side. He couldn’t tell day from night nor how long he had slept, only registering the pleasant sore in his muscles— testament to just how good the sex last night was. Judging from the glowing embers in the fireplace, they had rested a lot longer than usual. 

He turned his head languidly to find long dark hair dipped in snow splayed out across the bed, over his arm and pouring down the mattress. Flins was curled up against his side, just below his arm and half-buried under their shared duvet. The fae’s forehead was pressed against his ribs, a hand lying atop his torso just beneath his chest, with a leg comfortably hiked up his thigh. While Flins’s form wasn’t emitting any heat, he wasn’t cold to touch— just like a pillow that had soaked up body heat after spending the night in its owner’s arms.

Varka felt a smile forming on his own lips. Without giving it much thought, he reached out with his opposite hand. Thick and calloused fingers found their way into soft and silky strands to gently brush hair out of Flins’s face. Almost immediately, starry eyes opened under his touch, softening as they found blue with next to no delay. 

“Good morning, Varka.” Flins greeted softly, bright eyes half-lidded with a smile.

“Ah, ‘morning. Sorry, did I wake you?” Varka smoothed his hand down Flins’s hair, over his nape and let it rest upon his shoulder.

“Yes, but worry not. I don’t sleep the same way as humans do. It doesn’t cause me any unpleasantries.” Flins spoke, further nuzzling into Varka’s body.

“Haha, if you say so.” Varka responded by wrapping his arm around Flins, hugging the dip of his slim waist. He adjusted himself against his pillow, letting the comfortable silence envelope them as he stared idly into the ceiling. 

Finally, letting out a long breath, he spoke. “So… You know how the Knights will be leaving Nod-Krai soon, right?” 

“Yes. I am aware.” Flins answered without any fluctuation in his tone. “Thus why I decided to take a more direct approach, lest you become another regret in this long life of mine.”

Varka’s breath hitched at those words. He chuckled instead, arm tightening around Flins, pulling him closer. “How are you admitting to that so easily?” He gave himself a moment before continuing. “I’ll write, and I’ll try my best to visit whenever I can.”

Flins hummed and shifted at his side. Under Varka’s watchful eyes, Flins climbed right on top of the knight’s body, adjusted the duvet around them, and rested his head against the broad, warm chest. 

“Then let us make the most out of our shared moments, shall we?” He muttered against the strong beats of the heart beneath him.

For a moment, Varka could only look at the fae lying on top of him in silence, until he let out a sigh of defeat. Flins’s weight was comfortable, reassuring, even more so under this particular circumstance. He wrapped his arms around the slightly warm body. Warmed by his very own heat. 

“Don’t mind if I do.” He answered— for sharing both his time and his body heat with the other; for enjoying the moment while it lasted.

***

“You sure you aren’t coming with us? There’re a lot for you to see out there, y’know.” 

As the ones who were staying bid farewell to those who had made the decision to leave, Varka asked Illuga the same question he must have asked a thousand times over. 

“Mr. Varka, my answer won’t change even if you ask me another hundred times.” Illuga pouted a little in annoyance. “I’m staying with my pops. He needs someone to take care of him.” 

“Boy, don’t you look down on me just because I lost a leg or two.” Nikita raised a hand to gently knock his son on his head, making Illuga yelp. “You’re still young, you should take the chance to see the world instead of huddling up in this secluded middle-of-nowhere.” 

“That wasn’t what you said when you first knew of Mr. Varka’s intentions!” The young man rebutted. 

“And who would’ve thought we actually managed to wipe out the Wild Hunt in our generation?” Nikita pressed his hand into his son’s hair, giving him a few soft pats on his head, a compliment for his efforts and contribution to the long battle. 

Illuga let his father ruffle his hair in silence, his grip tightening around the handle of Nikita’s wheelchair. “Papa, I-”

“Mr. Nikita, if I may interrupt.” Flins stepped forth, greeting the man with a hand against his chest. 

“You know you’re never an interruption, Flins.” Nikita waved it off. 

Flins nodded gratefully. “Indeed, Young Master is still young, which is why he has plenty of time to think his decision through, and plenty of time to spend with people he wishes to be with. I’m sure Sir Varka won’t mind waiting for a bit longer. Yes?” He turned to Varka with a knowing grin. 

“Hahahaha! I can never win an argument against you, can I?” The Grand Master shook his head, his smile wide. “Worry not. The Knights of Favonious will always have our gates open for you, and who am I to take a son away from his old man?”

Flins then turned to Illuga. “Is that right, Young Master- no, Starshyna Illuga?”

Illuga sputtered, and Nikita bursted out laughing. “And you just joked about how we’re facing mass retirement not that long ago!” The former Starshyna blurted out in glee. “Go on then, but I expect you to come back once in a while to share a drink with your old comrades in battle. All of you! Hear me?” 

Everyone, Lightkeepers and Knights alike, laughed in response to the former leader’s bid of farewell. 

“Ah, Young Master, one more thing.” Once he got Illuga’s attention, Flins leaned forth to whisper into his ear, keeping their conversation private with a hand by his lips. 

Illuga let out a loud yelp after hearing what Flins had to say. “Mr. Flins! You’re joking-”

“Shh.” Flins only smiled behind a finger. Illuga immediately slapped his hands over his mouth, eyes drifting towards his father, who, having guessed what the conversation was about, motioned for his son to keep the secret as well. 

***

“Allow me to join your travels for a while, Sir Varka.” Seemingly out of no where, Flins appeared right next to the knight on their journey back to Mondstadt. 

“Oh, you’re- I mean, thanks, always appreciate the company. Every second of it counts.” Varka tried not to let melancholy show in his tone, and while he was quite used to such behavior of the fae, he couldn’t help but start missing it already. 

They kept their conversation light, chatted about nothing and everything on their way. Flins chuckled time to time at what Varka had to say, and Varka made sure to brand those little noises somewhere deep inside his heart. After all, it would most likely be quite a while till he could hear them again.

“Thanks for walking us all the way out here.” Once they reached the boarders of Nod-Krai, where the boats were docked, Varka stopped in his tracks and turned towards Flins. “This is farewell, isn’t it. Well, for now, that is. Haha…” He scratched the back of his head as he spoke. 

Yet.

“Haha.” 

Varka was met with a melodious chuckle from the fae. 

“You really are oblivious, aren’t you, Varka? Though I must admit, I’m rather fond of that side of you.” Flins narrowed his eyes, his tone teasing. 

“Huh? What do you mean? Aren’t you-” Varka cut himself off, blue eyes gradually widening in realization. 

“You expect me to be one to stay, yes?” Flins worded with a slight tilt of his head.

Varka’s jaws dropped at that, making him look rather hilarious with his hand forgotten at the back of his head. For a few moments, he struggled to find his words. He didn’t know where to begin, and that wasn’t very sightly of him as the Grand Master. 

“I… You… I mean, Snezhnaya is your homeland. You like to live in solitude, to guard the Final Night Cemetery, and you honor the Oath of the Lightkeepers. I’d thought-”

“Ah,” Flins spared the knight from further embarrassing himself. “So the Grand Master is easily flustered when it comes to such matters.” He took a step forward, stepping into Varka’s space, stopping only when they were mere centimeters apart. 

This time, Varka didn’t pull away. 

“With the Wild Hunt eradicated, I have honored my oath— the Oath of the Lightkeepers, the wish that had awakened me from my slumbers; the sole reason for me to stay awake.” He cast his gaze towards his fellow Lightkeepers who had taken the journey alongside the Knights of Favonious— alongside their chosen beloved. “Some of us have made the decision to seek a new purpose— a new life, outside of Nod-Krai.” He offered a smile when the Lightkeepers met his eyes, and they swiftly, knowingly, averted their gazes with obvious intent. 

Content, Flins turned back towards Varka. “I fail to see why you find my decision unimaginable. Or…… Would you rather I bury myself back under my grave?” He joked with a tug of his lips, starry eyes half-lidded, all tease. 

By the names of all those who were above. Varka would fall for those tempting lips and alluring eyes a million times over. He gave up on his internal struggle, “you mischievous little fae,” and sealed those sinful lips with his own.

Varka sank his fingers into shadow-like hair, pulled Flins against himself with a strong arm, eliminating the distance between their bodies. Flins pressed back into the kiss, smiled into it, gloved hand finding Varka’s face to fondly caress the scar lying across it. 

When they finally parted, Flins couldn’t help but tease his lover once more. “You will keep your promise and write to Young Master Illuga and Mr. Nikita?”

“Of course.” Varka responded with a chortle, forehead pressed against Flins’s with a hand buried into the softness of the fae’s hair. “Of course I will.” 

Then, Varka’s head slowly dropped down to the crook of Flins’s neck, nose buried into the collar of his black coat. Wrapping his arms tightly around the heatless form, he muttered with a slight tremor in his voice. Half a laugh, half sounding like he could cry the next moment. 

“Kyryll, you cunning thing. Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Mr. Flins, you’re leaving?”

“Yes, in the premise that all goes well between us. I will deliver you the news the morning after, but I sure doubt anything can go wrong. Please, do keep this a secret from him, for it would be a shame to ruin the surprise. How about you, Young Master Illuga?”

“I… I’m staying. Maybe I’ll go on adventures outside Nod-Krai one day, but my family is here. My home is here. I’m not leaving.”

“Very well. Then please take good care of the lighthouse, the white dog that frequents there, and all those who were laid to rest in the Final Night Cemetery in my stead. They are, after all, once our family.”

“I’ll talk to my pops about it, maybe we can even make the trip towards the island easier, now that the threats from the Wild Hunt are no more. Ah, Mr. Flins, I have something to ask of you.”

“Yes?”

“Since we’re keeping this a secret, please relay a message to Mr. Varka on my behalf. Tell him—”

“Because then I wouldn’t get to see you like this.” Flins stroked down Varka’s broad back, almost like placating an overly clingy dog with golden fur, making the knight groan in exasperation. “Oh, and here is a message for you from Young Master Illuga—”

“— To make sure you’ll never be spending your days alone!”

So, to keep it simple, the Knights of Favonius now had a new branch of night patrol. They, when asked, introduced themselves as the ‘Lightkeepers’. Their members were dressed in dark uniforms, and, living up to their titles, each possessed their own unique piece of handheld illumination to light up the darkness. They served to guide travelers to safety at night, and guarded citizens from all sorts of dangers alike that roamed in the dark.

Additionally, the people of Mondstadt noticed some new faces amongst them. One of them, a polite gentleman with long shadow-like hair and star-like eyes, was often seen selling frosted sugar cookies and candy sculptures at the Church’s charity sale events. His stall was rather popular amongst children and the ladies, who were deeply fascinated by the artistic designs of his confectionaries, and the fact that said gentleman was very handsome. Ah, and according to those who frequented the taverns, the gentleman held his liquor well— extremely well— currently at a tie with Dahlia of the Church and Venti the bard; who apparently became a new source of headache for Master Diluc with his preference for Snezhnayan Fire-Water.

It wasn’t till a few years later, when the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius held his own wedding at The Favonius Cathedral, that the Mondstadters found out how the mysterious gentleman was, in fact, Sir Varka’s fiancé— and now, husband.