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Flins notices two things right away the moment Illuga shows up at the entrance of the lighthouse for his bi-weekly supply run.
First, the most obvious change: Illuga has his coat fully buttoned up. Flins doesn't think much of it at first, perhaps Illuga is feeling particularly cold today and decided to use his coat properly.
Second, something that anyone else may have missed but Flins isn't anyone else when it comes to Illuga, always attentive to any physical and mental need the young ratnik may have, and as such he notices it: he can see fair and bare skin in the small gap between the hem of his coat and the top of his boots. That did make Flins mentally raise an eyebrow, because if Illuga is cold then for what reason could he possibly be wearing pants—or, archons forbid, something like shorts—short enough for a silver of the skin of his lower legs to be exposed? He had made a remark about turning up the heating system that Aino had installed a few months ago but Illuga politely declined, saying that he wasn't feeling cold. His answer had only helped in making Flins feel a bit more confused but well, he didn't give it much thought after that, instead taking care that Illuga's daily water intake was thoroughly met.
But the more time passes with the two of them caught in conversation and Illuga obediently drinking his third glass of water Flins takes notice of something else besides the previous two oddities of today.
Third: Illuga's cheeks are uncharacteristically red.
Although a normal reaction for humans, and one that Flins is often witness to when Illuga arrives, he finds it quite unusual how it's been roughly an hour since the young master has been brought inside his home and yet his usually fair cheeks are still red. Could it be that Illuga is sick?
"Excuse me for cutting my story short", Flins says, interrupting his latest anecdote from a time bygone, "but I must ask — are you running down with a fever, young master Illuga?".
The sudden question makes Illuga still, his glass frozen halfway to his rosy lips, "Hm? None that I'm aware of...?", he replies, likely confused by such inquiry. He takes a sip of his water before putting down the glass on the wood table, "Why do you ask?".
Flins hums, giving a brief glance towards Illuga's hands that rest on top of the table, the young man fidgeting with his gloves without him realizing, before looking up at his face, "You are looking rather flustered today, and if it's not a byproduct of a fever or something of sorts I can't help but wonder what has prompted such a reaction out of you, young master Illuga".
Such words make Illuga look like a startled deer, his eyes open wide before he looks away to avoid his gaze, his cheeks somehow getting even more red than before; it doesn't escape Flins' attention how his hands move to hold his coat even tighter around himself and the way Illuga briefly squirms in his seat.
Cute, is what crosses by his mind as Flins closely watches this young ratnik that he has become unexpectedly infatuated with — how could he not when Illuga is such an interesting human, with an endearing curiosity for life itself, always doing his best as a Lightkeeper and helping others even when that includes travelling all the way from Piramida to the lighthouse just to bring him supplies and listen to whatever he has to say? Illuga's otherworldly beauty and his innate cuteness is just the cherry on top.
"That's, uh, that's because—", Illuga stutters.
Never before had Flins seen the young human so shy in his presence, and so he's even more curious about what could've possibly brought this change of behavior.
"Yes, young master Illuga?", he tries to encourage the young man to keep going, leaning closer to Illuga from where he's sitting.
Illuga glances at him before looking away once more and bites down on his bottom lip, Flins' own eyes falling there and making him clench his hands into fists to stop himself from reaching out and free the rosy lip from the harsh bite of white teeth. The young ratnik takes a deep breath and carefully rises to his feet, standing right in front of Flins as he wordlessly starts undoing the buttons of his coat.
Flins watches him with rapt attention, not finding anything amiss when the first three buttons come undone, but when Illuga gets to the fourth one he notices that the human's purple sash and his vision are nowhere to be seen, and by the time Illuga reaches for the fifth button—
Oh.
This is certainly unexpected...
Flins has always been aware of how Illuga's affection for him is beyond one would expect from a comrade to another but even if he had long discarded the identity of Kyryll, a noble of the Snezhnayan court, at the end of the day he's still a fae—he finds amusement in playing with the thin line of subtly flirting back and ignoring Illuga's advancements, all to see how far his dear young master would go before outright confessing his feelings.
Flins had never expected this.
Illuga had dressed himself quite similar to how he normally does but instead of his usual turtleneck sweater what he's wearing instead is some kind of leotard, made out of a similar fabric and the exact same color. What Flins finds particularly bold from Illuga's part is both the lack of pants and the way the leotard is so... indecent.
The leotard exposes Illuga's hips and from that point it covers less and less skin until it becomes just a small and thin strip that does nothing to hide the young ratnik's most intimate parts, the fabric clinging to his cunt and Illuga's plump folds spilling lewdly. Going lower Flins can see that his thigh garter is still there but with his legs bare and exposed the leather digs deliciously into his right thigh, the supple flesh spilling from above and down.
With this sight in front of his eyes Flins is uncharacteristically out of words, his mind unable to think of anything that isn't Illuga, Illuga, Illuga to the point he's forgotten to keep on his act of breathing, his whole body still as he remains there, staring at Illuga's body as his own feels abnormally warm.
But unfortunately his silence and lack of reaction seems to have been unintentionally too prolonged, enough for Illuga to take it the wrong way; he makes a small sound at the back of his throat before looking down ashamed, his hands moving to close his coat, interrupting Flins' view of his body and snapping him out of his daze.
"Just, ah, just forget this happened", Illuga says softly, his cheeks now red from embarrassment, which is also what prompts Illuga to dash towards the door to leave the lighthouse.
How foolish of his dear young master to think that Flins would let him go so easily after this.
"Illuga".
The call of his name, without the usual title Flins has given him, makes Illuga stop dead in his tracks, just a few steps away from the door. He remains there as Flins gets up to his feet, his steps purposely slow and barely making any noise in the otherwise silent room as he walks towards the young ratnik.
Soon enough he stands right behind Illuga, towering over him. He's fond of the rather big difference between their statures, Illuga barely reaching up to his chest and his body—despite being that of a well honed soldier—being so small compared to Flins' that the fae can easily hide him within his own frame; it all fuels his most hidden desire of snatching Illuga away and not let go of him, tied down forever to the possessive hold of the fae that the young human inadvertently brought his attention to. That's what Illuga makes him want to do: imprudent things, stuff that he had never imagined doing to another living being before, all because Illuga ignites the possessiveness that often characterizes his kin, that in Flins' case he had only showed to his gem collection until he'd meet Illuga.
It's not as much as Flins letting himself act upon an 'impulse', for that means there's no thought behind his actions, when resting his hands on top of Illuga's shoulders is a calculated move that makes the young human tense, just like Flins expected.
"Dear Illuga, you can't possibly expect me to just let this slip out of my mind, do you?", he mutters softly, his lips brushing against the human's ear and prompting a shiver from Illuga—another reaction he eagerly anticipated.
His hands move from where they rest on the other's shoulders, languidly sliding down Illuga's arms until they reach the small hands keeping the coat closed and hiding Flins' gift, "After all, you went to such great lengths to prepare this for me, it'd be a pity to let it go to waste".
Illuga neither loosens or tightens his hold on the thick fabric of his coat and Flins takes it as his chance to keep going; he rests his chin on top of Illuga's shoulder as his fingers start to pull the fabric open and he hears—and feels from how he's pressed against the young man—the way Illuga's breath hitches the moment the coat is no longer held together. Flins uses his hold on the coat to carefully pull it open until at last the leotard is once again fully in sight, hugging tantalizing curves and muscles.
"So pretty... What were you expecting me to do after seeing you like this?", Flins asks as his hands let go of the coat in favour of touching Illuga. He rests his left hand over Illuga's hip, a subtle gesture of possessiveness, while the other slowly, torturously so, glides down over the expanse of his dear young master's torso; he starts from right below Illuga's chest, making his way down until he reaches his lower belly, feeling how the muscles beneath his hand clench and unclench, all while a tremor runs down Illuga's body.
"...Touch me", Illuga whispers despite how distracting Flins' touch is.
"Hm? I couldn't quite hear you, young master—may you repeat yourself?", Flins can't help himself by wanting to further tease his Illuga.
Illuga releases a shaky breath and ultimately turns his head to look with pleading eyes directly into Flins' own as he says, "Please, touch me".
Beautiful, is what crosses Flins' mind this time, the thought more than justified by how Illuga looks right now, his blue and red eyes shining while looking at him, long lashes casting shadows over his cheekbones, his silky hair falling delicately over his face and that lone beauty mark under his eye that never fails to distract Flins with the need to kiss it.
And today Flins can afford to finally do just that, his lips meeting skin and a small gasp escaping from Illuga at the sudden yet tender gesture.
"As you wish, young master".
Despite how much he aches to ravish the pretty little human in his arms, Flins moves with all the patience in the world, relishing in every twitch, every shiver and every sound he coaxes out of Illuga. The hand at the young ratnik's hip slips past the hem of the leotard, Flins' gloved fingers caressing the soft skin there; meanwhile his other hand fiddles with the small strip of fabric right over Illuga's mound, teasing him by pulling at the leotard in such a way that it clings further to his pussy, wetness starting to darken the fabric.
Illuga gasps and unconsciously turns his head to the side as his breathing grows heavy, unknowingly exposing his neck to the insatiable fae behind him. With such an offering right in front of him, how could Flins possibly resist? He noses at the fair skin, smelling the faint scent of snow and that of the rich and sweet scent of pine amber that Illuga favours; he could get drunk on it, the smell so indistinctly Illuga that it makes him dizzy and it spurs him on, his tongue licking the scarred skin at the juncture of Illuga's neck.
"F-Flins", Illuga breathes out, the fae loving how his name sounds so sweet when it falls from his beloved's lips.
Flins hums, tasting the slight salty taste of sweat on his tongue as he licks his way up from Illuga's neck until at last he reaches his mouth. It's not a chaste and sweet kiss that Flins grants Illuga as he had imagined countless times before; instead what Flins gives him is the wet and heated press of his tongue licking rosy and pliant lips until they part. He doesn't waste a second to push his tongue inside his mouth, prompting a small sound of surprise out of Illuga but the human does nothing to stop him.
He's greedy for anything that Illuga is willing to give him, and so Flins gladly swallows that small yet so arousing sound, his mind wandering off briefly to wonder how much sweeter and tantalizing will Illuga moan and whimper once he has him impaled on his cock. His hand unconsciously presses down where it rests on his beloved's mound and Illuga outright whines into the kiss, his body trembling and slumping against Flins as his legs grow weak.
It is Illuga who breaks the kiss, out of breath and panting, his lips shiny and a small thread of spit on his chin that Flins gladly licks away.
"More... Please, touch me more, Flins", Illuga begs sweetly, a tinge of desperation on his voice as he looks up at Flins pleadingly.
And who is Flins to deny such a request from his beloved? He's rendered weak, willing to do anything in his power and beyond to fulfill Illuga's every whim just to make his human happy.
"As you wish, dear Illuga", he mutters against swollen lips before tenderly kissing his cheek.
It doesn't take much effort for Flins to lift him in a bridal carry, the small squeak of surprise it prompts from Illuga and the way his arms wrap themselves tightly around his shoulders more than satisfactory for the fae. He makes his way to the bedroom with Illuga in his arms, his steps a bit more hurried than usual but that's something only Flins needs to know. He lies down Illuga on his bed carefully, not because the young ratnik is fragile or anything of that sort but because Flins wants to take his time with him, to explore and worship his body and to treat Illuga with all the tenderness and affection he deserves before letting his most hidden desires to ravish Illuga get a hold of him.
It takes centuries' worth of self restraint to keep those desires at bay with the way Illuga looks sprawled in his bed, his silky hair a halo over his pillow, the coat having slipped off his shoulders and his legs slightly spread open, a silent invitation for Flins to take. He climbs to the bed and takes his rightful place in between Illuga's legs, goosebumps rising on the bare skin as his hands caress his supple thighs.
"Beautiful", he mutters against the hollow of Illuga's neck, reaching out to lower the collar of his leotard to leave a trail of open mouthed kisses that make Illuga release a heavy sigh, his eyes slipping shut at the sensation of Flins' lips over his skin.
"Have you, ah, have you seen yourself? You're so beautiful I often think you aren't human", Illuga retorts.
It prompts a small chuckle out of Flins, whose mouth is now kissing the sensitive skin right below Illuga's right ear, "Me, being anything but a human? I should make you forget such thoughts for tonight, young master", he says playfully before biting down, leaving the first of many marks that will decorate Illuga's body.
He reaches for the coat, Illuga helping him to shrug it off until it slips completely, leaving his arms exposed along with the rest of his body. Not wanting to let the coat get dirty once they get further along on their activities of today, Flins carefully folds Illuga's coat and puts it aside on a nearby chair along with his own coat, vest, boots and gloves.
He returns to Illuga and his bare hands find purchase over the other's biceps, slowly making his way down Illuga's arms, caressing the muscles of an experienced soldier and skin equally soft and scarred. On the end of their journey his hands find Illuga's, still clad in his own gloves; Flins' thumbs slip past the leather, more focused on touching Illuga than actually taking off the gloves, the sensation of fingers over his palms is ticklish enough to make Illuga giggle and yet the gesture is unexpectedly intimate.
"Flins... Don't tease me", Illuga mumbles, a slight pout on his lips that Flins can't resist kissing away, their mouths finding each other once more in a slow yet heated kiss.
"I wouldn't dare to, dear Illuga", Flins smiles against his lips once they part.
He takes off Illuga's gloves and boots, until the only pieces of clothes remaining on his body are the leotard and the garter. Taking his right foot in hand, Flins presses his lips against the bridge and starts to languidly make his way upwards, his eyes never leaving Illuga's face as he drags his mouth over fair skin and strong muscles. It is when he reaches Illuga's supple thigh that he meets resistance in the form of the garter; but Flins, mischievous as he is, doesn't ignore it and instead bites down on the leather and pulls up as much as possible before letting go.
The loud sound of the leather snapping against skin preludes the breathy moan that falls from Illuga's mouth along with a full body tremor, his fingers unconsciously clutching the sheets beneath him. Flins can't help the way a grin tugs at his lips and he leaves a kiss right above the garter as an apology before resuming his task. His mouth inches closer and closer to Illuga's heated core and he finds that the fabric is significantly more damp than before.
"Oh my, I must admit it pleases me to see how much your body reacts despite me barely touching you, young master", with how close he is his breath hits the already glistening outer folds of Illuga's barely covered pussy. His beloved squirms beneath him, his hips twitching forth to close the distance between them but Flins is quick to pin his hips down to the mattress, "Patience dear Illuga, rewards are given only to those who wait".
He hears the way Illuga huffs but ultimately the young ratnik obediently stays in place, his body relaxing in his hold.
"That's it — good boy".
The moment his words are caught by Illuga the fae feels beneath his palms the way a small tremor goes down his body, and in his current position he has the perfect view to see the way a fresh gush of slick soaks the leotard, the fabric becoming almost sheer to the point Flins can make out the shape of Illuga's swollen clit.
Oh? Interesting...
Flins has known for a while that while Illuga doesn't actively seek to be praised, the young human isn't immune to it, shyly beaming at being told he's done a good job or that he's a great squad captain by his subordinates. But Flins could not have imagined that his dear Illuga could be so responsive to praise while in such an intimate scenario... He'll be sure to use this knowledge to his advantage, his own body almost shivering with anticipation to see how much of a mess he can make out of Illuga with just his words.
To Illuga's dismay Flins doesn't put his mouth where he needs it the most and instead he keeps moving up, his lips brushing against the skin of his hip before meeting the soft fabric of the leotard. Despite the layer in between them, Illuga reacts all the same at having Flins' mouth all over his torso, his body twitching in the fae's tight hold despite his best attempts to keep still.
It is once he reaches Illuga's chest and pulls up the leather strap across it so as to let his tongue lap at a nipple through the leotard that Flins gets a stronger reaction out of Illuga, the young man gasping and unconsciously pushing his chest closer to the fae, who brings his hand to pinch at the other nub.
"You, ah—why there...?", Illuga asks him incredulous, one of his hands moving to cover his mouth while the other cards itself in between blue locks of hair.
"This part of your body is just irresistible", Flins says while cupping both of his breasts, relishing in the way his fingers sink into the covered flesh as he squeezes. "I have always been envious of how this belt of yours gets to hug you while I don't. It's quite unfair, don't you think?", Flins looks up at him, giving another squeeze to his chest.
"Sappy", is what Illuga ends up mumbling in response, loud enough to be heard even through his hand.
Flins chuckles, more than amused with Illuga's reactions, "That's just my devotion, dear young master".
He keeps on playing with his beloved's nipples, rolling the left one between his fingers while licking at the other, the fabric still in between him and Illuga. He can't really explain it but something about Illuga still clad in the leotard as Flins has his way with his body further arouses him. He switches to the other nub, a symphony of gasps and muffled moans in his ears as he keeps pleasuring Illuga, his own erection hardening at such sweet noises.
By the time Flins parts from his chest he can see how the leotard is soaked and a darker color right where Illuga's nipples are, the nubs lewdly poking through the fabric. A bit of teasing and Illuga already looks quite wrecked, his cheeks still bearing that lovely red hue and his eyes a bit dazed — a beautiful sight that would brought any man to their knees but to Flins is not enough; he feels greedy, aching with the need to see Illuga brought to tears from pleasure only he can give to his beloved.
Flins leans down to nimble at his lobe at the same time his hand drifts down until he's cupping Illuga's mound, his pussy so warm against his palm. It all makes Illuga moan louder than before despite his efforts to muffle his own sounds, his hips jerking up to get more friction from Flins.
"Should I continue?", Flins whispers against his ear, his fingers lazily rubbing at that wet slit, purposely avoiding Illuga's clit.
The young ratnik nods enthusiastically, clinging to the Flins' back with a small whimper but the fae clicks his tongue thrice in feigned annoyance.
"Do use your words, young master Illuga, otherwise how will I be able to know what my beloved wants from me?", he ends his question by pushing a finger against Illuga's pussy, the fabric stretchy enough for the digit to sink past his tight entrance.
Those small yet strong hands at his back tighten as Illuga shudders, a beautiful whine falling from his mouth, "Ah! Flins—!".
The finger is pushed deeper and Flins rubs at his tight walls through the soaked leotard, "Hm? That is indeed my name, dear Illuga, but I have yet to hear you say whether you want me to continue or not". His middle finger presses against his pussy, not slipping inside but adding a noticeable pressure that makes Illuga buckle his hips against the fae's hand, "Perhaps the young master's pussy has had enough for tonight and my presence isn't needed anymore".
He moves to pull both of his fingers away, the pointer barely getting to slip out from the tight hold of his beloved's pussy before Illuga is pulling Flins down against his body and wrapping his legs around his slim waist, "Don't! Ngh, please, I...".
"Go on, my dear", Flins encourages him, turning his head to give him a peck on the lips.
Illuga's face looks so red Flins worries he may be actually getting feverish but nonetheless Illuga looks up at him and says despite his visible mortification, "Please... fuck my pussy with your fingers".
Flins smiles, both reassuring and hungry, "I wouldn't dare to refuse you, young master".
With how wet Illuga is, it is easy for him to shove two of his fingers inside, his warm and tight pussy welcoming the intrusion; at this point Flins' previous restraint is gone and he doesn't waste a second to set a rapid pace in which his fingers fuck into Illuga, loud squelching sounds coming from the young man's pussy with every almost brutal shove of his fingers. More of the leotard is pushed inside as Flins thrusts his fingers but nonetheless he can perfectly feel how his beloved's pussy clamps down on the digits, unwilling to let go of them. Another digit slips in despite how tight the small entrance is, and with a shift in the angle he's plunging his fingers in, Flins at last finds that certain spot inside of Illuga he's been looking for.
"Ah—! F-Flins!", his moans border on whorish and Flins is glad that no other living being besides the two of them frequent the cemetery, for he wants every single sound that Illuga makes to only be heard by his own ears.
"Are you enjoying this, young master Illuga?", Flins mutters against his neck, "I can feel how your pussy is swallowing my fingers, so that means you must like it, don't you?".
Illuga nods, choked whimpers coming out of his mouth in lieu of an answer.
"Words, Illuga, use your words", Flins lightly scolds him at the same time he speeds up, the heel of his hand slapping the young ratnik's sensitive clit as he fingerfucks Illuga at a rough pace.
"I lov—love it, hah, don't stop, please don't stop", Illuga manages to say amidst sweet moans and whimpers, his hips bucking up to meet the fae's dexterous fingers.
With how much his beloved's insides twitch around his fingers Flins can sense that Illuga is getting close to his first orgasm of the night, and as such he puts all of his efforts into stimulating his sweet spot, rubbing at it despite the fabric of the leotard in between. He leans down to kiss Illuga again, swallowing his noises as the young ratnik comes, his pussy clamping down on the fae's fingers and gushing out wave after wave of slick, completely drenching the lower half of Flins' body — but he doesn't mind it, relishing in how pliant Illuga's mouth is against his as his beloved experiences an orgasm brought by Flins' own hand.
The feeling of small hands weakly hitting at his back is what makes Flins break the kiss, his tongue licking the mess of their mixed saliva all over Illuga's chin, and to pull his fingers away. Bringing his hand towards his face Flins can see how his fingers are thoroughly coated in slick, and when he spreads the digits sticky strings form in between, clinging lewdly to his fingertips. It is only natural for him to put them in his mouth to savour Illuga's cum, and the moment he does as such Flins can't help but groan at the taste, tart and so undoubtedly Illuga, the real thing unable to compare to all the times he imagined himself indulging upon Illuga's pussy.
He's quick in licking his fingers clean, the slick outright addictive and Flins finds himself aching for more.
"Fuck... I need to taste you. Will you let me, my dear?", Flins asks him, peppering kisses over his cheek as he feels the need to have Illuga grow until he's ravenous to the point of cursing.
Illuga doesn't answer verbally but it's alright, Flins will be lenient for now as he's further aroused by how Illuga nods weakly and spreads his legs even wider, giving himself entirely to Flins.
He wastes not a second to lie down and settle himself in between Illuga's spread legs, caressing his supple thighs before hoisting them up over his shoulders. This close, and after his beloved had just climaxed, Flins' mouth waters from being able to smell the heady scent of Illuga's slick and pussy. Despite his eagerness he's slow in hooking his fingers in the thin strip of fabric and pulling it to the side. At long last Flins has a whole view of Illuga's pussy, a pretty little thing with plump and rosy folds glistening with slick, the clit barely getting to peek from between the fat labia; with his thumb Flins spreads one of his folds, coaxing a sharp intake of air from Illuga, and exposes the slightly gaping hole that blinks as if to entice him.
As he watches with rapt attention how a dollop of viscous slick dribbles down from the pretty pussy in front of him, Flins finds himself unable to hold back his thirst any longer. His tongue darts out, catching the sticky fluid; it is even better when coming directly from the source and he moans before dragging his tongue from the tiny entrance all the way up to that swollen clit.
Illuga hisses, his breath coming out ragged at the feeling of Flins' tongue swiping at his slit, "Fuck...".
It's not everyday that Flins gets to hear Illuga curse and it only spurs him on to have another taste of his pussy and see how fast he can leave his beloved speechless. He switches back and forth between broad and slow swipes with the flat of his tongue and sharp and fast licks with the tip, thoroughly coating the plump folds with his spit. His mouth naturally goes just a bit higher and it is when he flicks at the swollen clit that Flins gets a bigger reaction out of Illuga.
"Ah! Don't—!", whether Illuga was about to tell him to stop or to keep going Flins will never know, for he wraps his lips around the small nub, suckling fervently while swirling his tongue around it. He looks up right on time to see how Illuga's mouth opens in a silent moan and his eyes roll back, his beautiful face struck with pleasure as his legs tense, and Flins feels his cock throb at such an entrancing sight.
Oh, how he loves to be the only one that gets—and will forever— the privilege to have Illuga, his dear Illuga, all to himself and bring him to the throes of pleasure by his own hand.
He doesn't dally for too long with the small nub (after all there'll likely be other opportunities in the future where Flins would like to bully Illuga to tears with just his mouth on his clit) for he has a goal in mind, which is to drink more of his beloved's sweet slick until his thirst can be satiated. He gives a small nibble to the clit before his mouth drifts lower, finding the tender entrance and, without much ado, Flins plunges his tongue right in.
A proper moan falls past Illuga's lips this time, the sound so sweet yet so lewd, and it prompts a pleased hum from Flins, his own arousal threatening to burn him from the inside at any moment if Illuga keeps being so perfect under his hands and around his tongue. He moves the muscle with intent, spreading the tight walls of Illuga's pussy to let more of his slick dribble down directly into his awaiting mouth, the taste of it just adding to his desperate need to have more.
Flins shoves his tongue in and out at a fast pace, outright fucking Illuga with it, and the young human brings his hands to Flins' hair, tugging at the silky and long tresses without knowing whether to push Flins away or pull him even closer as the fae slurps loudly on his pussy.
"Flins—!", Illuga cries out, his body twitching yet unable to move with how tight Flins keeps a hold on his supple thighs, rendering him almost completely still. He doesn't take his eyes off Illuga, wanting to take in every detail, every twitch of his body as Flins indulges upon his pussy, and he can't help but think that his beloved is simply too adorable and endearing for his own good.
Flins doubles up his efforts, uncaring for the slight ache on his jaw and outright smothering himself against Illuga's cunt, his nose nudging at the sensitive clit as he keeps on fucking Illuga with his tongue. He can sense how his beloved is getting close with the way his walls tighten, his body tenses and the hands tangled in his hair cling to Flins for dear life, all while endless moans fall from his rosy lips. He wants to bring Illuga that overwhelming pleasure once more, and for what good are a fae's shape shifting abilities if not to use them in moments like this? His tongue shifts, growing in length just enough for Flins to nudge at Illuga's sweet spot.
The effect is inmediate—with a shout Illuga comes, his back lifting from the bed and his insides clinging to Flins' tongue as his pussy squirts, gushing more of that addictive slick for the fae to drink. Flins hums delighted as he swallows mouthful after mouthful of Illuga's cum, and he swears that nothing can compare, the taste of it—of Illuga— leaving him lightheaded, close to drunk the more he keeps on drinking. Illuga is coming so much that Flins can feel how there's some of the sticky fluid dribbling down his chin, his lower face likely a mess at this point, and while he pities that it's going to waste, he can't really bring himself to mind it too much as he keeps thrusting his tongue inside Illuga, coaxing more of his slick to gush into his awaiting mouth.
"Too much, ngh, ah, Flins! T-Too much...!", Illuga cries out, tugging at Flins' hair to try to pry him away from his sensitive pussy, the fae still fucking him throughout his orgasm to the point the young ratnik is seeing stars.
Only when Illuga is shaking uncontrollably does Flins relent by pulling away from his pussy, strings of slick and saliva keeping his lolled out tongue and that slightly gaping entrance still connected until they ultimately break. As he expected there's a mess both on his face and all over Illuga's pussy and legs, his folds and the skin of his inner thighs glistening with their combined fluids and Flins doesn't stop himself from leaning down to lick Illuga clean. When his tongue swipes at the plump folds it prompts a full body tremble from Illuga, his fingers twitching from where they are still holding onto Flins' hair.
At last Flins is done and he rises to his knees, but not before leaving a kiss right on Illuga's clit, "Young master, should we stop for tonight? I fear the possibility of overexhausting you if we go any further", he asks while licking his lips, relishing in the lingering taste of Illuga's cum.
Illuga looks like an outright mess, his legs akimbo, his pretty pussy wet from Flins' saliva and his face a bright red, cheeks shiny with tears; it takes him a few seconds to register what Flins just said but in the end Illuga shakes his head.
"I... I've wanted you for so long, ah, ngh, please... Keep going", Illuga begs him breathlessly, his beloved doing his best to speak properly despite how his chest is heaving.
Flins' own chest fills with fondness; he leans down and presses a tender kiss against the other's lips, "As you wish, my dear".
He doesn't bother with taking the rest of his clothes, his own desperate need to have Illuga taking over his whole being, and settles instead to just pull down his pants and underwear low enough to take his dick out. Attentive as he is with Illuga, Flins sees the exact moment his beloved takes in the sight of his length, the human's eyes widening in surprise.
"That—", Illuga swallows loudly, "That won't fit...".
"Hm? Then why are you looking anything but scared, young master?", Flins retorts amused.
Because as much as the young man's words seem hesitant, Illuga looks more bewitched than anything, his cheeks still flushed and his eyes not leaving his dick; moreso, his legs have wrapped themselves around Flins' waist, trapping him and not allowing Flins to leave (not like he would even dare to think about doing such a thing).
Illuga huffs and looks away, clearly embarrassed at being caught and Flins chuckles, finding his beloved as adorable as ever. He takes Illuga's legs and hooks them over his forearms once again before leaning down to kiss a flushed cheek.
"Allow me to make you feel good, my dear Illuga", he mutters against his ear, making Illuga shiver.
His cock rests right on top of his beloved's mound and Flins grinds against him a few times, prompting small and breathy moans every time his cockhead kisses Illuga's clit. He shifts so he can press his erection right against Illuga's entrance and slowly Flins starts adding pressure until the rim flares open and the tip slips inside. The two of them groan at the intrusion, Flins from how tight the walls of his pussy cling to his cock and Illuga from how full he feels already, way more than before when he had Flins' fingers inside. Flins carefully keeps pressing in, more of his cock sliding inside and spreading Illuga to make himself fit until at last his hips meet the back of the young man's thighs, his cock fully sheathed in the tight and wet warmth of Illuga's cunt.
Flins remains still, not only to make Illuga get used to the intrusion but to get a grip on himself, his eyes falling shut as he takes a deep breath with his face buried in the juncture of Illuga's neck. To be inside Illuga feels just like he had imagined for so long and even better, even more perfect than that; he's as physically close as he can possibly be with Illuga, the tight walls of his pussy weakly fluttering around his length as if unwilling to part with it, and Illuga himself is clinging to him, his hands fisting the back of his shirt and his mouth spilling sweet noises of pleasure near his ear.
"Flins... It's—ngh, ah, you can move, please", Illuga squirms in his hold and bucks his hips in an attempt to get Flins to start moving.
"You aren't usually this impatient, young master—what could've possibly happened to prompt such a change in your behavior?", Flins asks him in a nonchalant tone, as if he isn't the culprit of such a thing by being buried to the hilt inside Illuga.
"You—ngh!", the moment Illuga tries to get back at him Flins chooses to pull back until only the tip remains inside before slamming in, sheathing the entirety of his cock in a single thrust; Illuga chokes on a whimper, his pussy tightening deliciously around Flins and his short nails digging down on his back.
Flins tilts his head, "Hm? What about me, dear?".
His Illuga glares at him—or more like tries to, his face too flushed and pretty for him to look intimidating—and opens his mouth again likely to chastise him but Flins moves once more in that instant, pulling back and snapping his hips in, but this time he shifts the angle just right and manages to hit Illuga's sweet spot straight on. Illuga gasps, his eyes wide open and his back arching from being caught off guard at the sudden slaught of pleasure.
Flins smiles at such an expression and, wanting to see more of it, he grants Illuga his wish. He sets a quick pace with deep thrusts that restlessly hit that small bundle of nerves, making Illuga moan unabashedly.
"There...! Don't—ngh, ah, ah, don't stop, don't stop", Illuga babbles, his speech becoming slurred the more Flins fucks into him.
And honestly, what could possibly exist that could make Flins refuse Illuga? He'd gladly do as such, considering such a request is one that would bring pleasure to the two of them, but Flins, mischievous as always when it comes to Illuga, wants to put his new found knowledge to test. He gradually slows down to a stop, his cock remaining deeply inside Illuga and pressing right against his sweet spot.
A cute squeak of confusion falls from Illuga's lips, an equally adorable frown showing on his face, "Flins...? What are you doing?".
"Dear Illuga...", Flins mutters against his lips, "won't you beg more sweetly for me?".
Illuga sputters, taken aback from his words, "Huh? You... Must you tease me at a time like this?", Illuga pouts.
Flins chuckles softly, "Can you truly blame me for it? My beloved looks even more beautiful while begging...". His thumbs rub circles over Illuga's hipbones and Flins turns his head to kiss the soft skin behind his right knee, "Will you be a good boy and beg, Illuga?".
Illuga looks momentarily startled by his words but then he looks to the side and bites down on his lip as he ponders on what Flins just said. To further help the young ratnik choose the correct course of action Flins moves just slightly, a small thrust right against his sweet spot that makes Iluga close his eyes and coax a tiny whimper from his throat.
His beloved releases his lip from his teeth and opens his beautiful eyes to look directly into Flins' own, his expression mortified yet assured.
"Flins... I want you—I need you, please, please... Fuck me and don't hold back...", Illuga begs him, the words so sweet to Flins' ears despite how filthy they actually are.
He smiles, more than pleased with his beloved, "Good boy".
Illuga shivers at the praise, his gaze turning a bit glassy, and his cunt tightens at the same time. Flins hisses at the way his pussy clamps down around his cock and whatever rationality he had at this point ultimately fades away. Without a word he pushes Illuga's legs against his chest, firmly pinning him down to the mattress, and oh, what a sight that is with the way his beloved's supple thighs frame his lovely pussy, visibly reddened and stuffed full with his cock.
Flins doesn't waste a single second more and is quick to set a fast and deep pace, fucking into Illuga with all the desperation, obsession and love he has for this beautiful and intriguing human that has caught his heart without intending to. Loud wet squelching sounds come from where they are connected, slick gushing out everytime he bottoms out and his tight walls cling to him as Flins molds his pussy to the shape of his cock
If he had thought that the noises coming from Illuga's mouth earlier before were the most beautiful, then Flins is proved wrong; the whimpers and moans of pure ecstacy that Illuga makes as Flins pounds into his lithe body are heavenly, so much that Flins feels drunk just from hearing his beloved express how good he's making him feel and he aches for more.
"So perfect. So beautiful. So, so good for me", Flins mutters, emphasizing every praise with a sharp and deep thrust right against his sweet spot that prompts lovely wails out of Illuga.
"Illuga, Illuga, my dear Illuga... Will you be mine forever?", he asks against the other's lips.
Illuga nods enthusiastically, "Yours! I'm—ngh, I'm yours! Only yours...!".
Oh, what a dangerous thing to say, for Illuga may have his—correct—doubts about whether Flins is human or not but he is not aware about what kind of inhuman he is; and to give himself so willingly to a fae...
If he were human, or a more kind and selfless type of non human, perhaps Flins would feel guilty for deceiving Illuga — but he isn't, and the only thing Flins can think is that finally Illuga is completely his, in body, mind and soul, and so is Flins his in return.
He shifts the angle at which he's ramming his cock into Illuga and there, deeper in his pussy, he hits the tight furl of his cervix.
"Ngh—!? That's...! S-Sir Flins, that's too deep...!", Illuga sobs startled but the way he unconsciously called him 'Sir' and his pussy tightened around his cock doesn't go unnoticed by Flins.
"Oh my, should I stop then if it's too much for you?", Flins asks him mischievously, moving as if he's really about to pull out completely but Illuga cries out in protest and firmly wraps his arms around Flins' neck.
"No...! Keep going, ah, ah I want more, I want — ngh, I want you deeper inside me, Sir Flins...!", his beloved begs, endearingly pathetic.
"I already am—look", Flins directs his attention down and when Illuga turns his gaze to where the fae wants his breath hitches. Illuga's usually taut stomach, part of it covered by the leotard, sports a visible bulge that disappears when Flins pulls back before slamming his dick back in, the bulge appearing once more, the faint shape of Flins' cock visible through the skin. Illuga moans at such a lewd sight and his pussy gets particularly tight when Flins presses down on his belly.
He grunts as those tight walls cling to his cock and, spurred on by such a reaction from Illuga, Flins picks up his pace, thrusting into the young ratnik even faster and harder than before, his cock bumping against Illuga's tight cervix. He can feel how with every rough and brutal thrust against that tight entrance it slowly starts to give in and Flins' mind inevitably wanders to the thought of impregnating Illuga.
"My dear, do you think my seed will take root in your womb? Oh, how beautiful you'll look with our child growing inside you, Illuga", he's rambling at this point, overcome with a primal need to make such a thing come true.
There had been a few cases of half fae, half human children back in times of the Belyi Tsar, and perhaps if Flins tries hard everyday from now on he'll manage to get Illuga pregnant; he looks up to it, not only because of his own possessive need to claim Illuga in every form possible but because if Illuga is with child then he'll be able to keep him safe from any danger here in the lighthouse or perhaps in some cozy house in Nasha town.
"Our c-child...?", Illuga asks dazed, a tinge of excitement in his voice and Flins smiles at it.
"Yes—our child", Flins leans down to peck at his lips, his body never stopping as he keeps pounding into Illuga's willing pussy. "The physical proof of our union, of our feelings", he kisses Illuga tenderly, a sharp contrast to the way he's fucking his beloved.
"Do you want it, my dear Illuga? Do you want me to breed you until it takes? You'll be—ngh, ah, you'll be such a pretty mother", he mutters in between kisses, spit dribbling messily over their chins.
Illuga nods, his arms clinging to Flins for dear life as the fae keeps battering his cervix, "Please, please, ngh, I want it...! Flins, Flins, ah, ah, I love you...!".
Those three words are enough to make Flins halt for a brief second, a rare occurrence in which he's completely taken aback.
I love you, I love you, I love you, his mind repeats Illuga's words in a loop.
His beloved doesn't seem to have realized what he'd just said and seems more concerned about Flins suddenly staying still, needy whimpers coming from Illuga as he tries to get Flins to move.
"I love you", Flins says back before kissing Illuga with all the love he can muster.
He starts moving again, pistoning his hips at a fast and desperate pace as he can feel himself getting close, arousal simmering on his belly and Illuga taking his cock like he was made for it. He's hitting his cervix with purpose, aching to get past that tight entrance and into his womb, to reach the deepest parts of Illuga's body. Flins further pushes his body against Illuga's, firmly pinning him to the mattress as he rams his cock into his pussy with inhuman strength, that last barrier flaring open at the restless battering. One, two thrusts and Flins at last pierces past Illuga's cervix and fucks his womb open.
Flins swallows the loud moan coming out of Illuga as the young ratnik comes from having the fae's cock reach so deep inside him, his pussy squirting and splashing their bodies with slick. The sudden tightness around his cock as the walls of his beloved's cunt spasm is enough to trigger Flins' own climax. With a grunt he's coming, his cock throbbing as it spurts rope after rope of thick and warm cum directly into Illuga's womb, painting its walls in white. He fucks Illuga throughout their orgasms, more slick gushing out of his pussy which Flins is filling to the brim with his semen, the bulge on Illuga's belly growing from the sheer amount of cum Flins is pouring inside.
In his state of delirium Flins momentarily forgets that humans do need to breathe, and it is only when he can feel how the arms around his shoulders grow pliant and Illuga stops kissing him back that Flims realizes that his mouth has been on Illuga's for a while now. He breaks the kiss, strings of saliva in between their lips, and Illuga takes a large breath.
"F-Flins... So full...", Illuga moans, his pussy still clenching around Flins as the fae keeps coming.
"I have—hah, I have to make sure it takes", Flins kisses the corner of his swollen lips as a gesture of apology. There's too much cum for Illuga's body to handle and soon enough his spend starts leaking from his beloved's stuffed entrance, dribbling down to the already more than soiled sheets beneath them.
Moments later his cock twitches a last time, a final spurt of cum filling Illuga's womb, and Flins sighs, suddenly feeling exhausted. Nonetheless he's careful not to fall right on top of Illuga and slowly he gets on his knees, letting go of the young man's legs.
Illuga seems a second away from falling asleep or even unconscious with how tired he lools and Flins, once he pulls his cock out with a loud pop, has to fight back a new wave of arousal as he looks at the state of Illuga's body; pink and red marks all over his neck and thighs, the leotard drenched in a mixture of their cum, the bulge on his belly lewdly distending his skin and his legs spread open exposing how visibly abused his pussy looks, flushed a pretty shade of pinkish red and gaping, Flins' cum oozing out in thick globs.
"You've done so well, my dear", Flins leans down to kiss him again, unable to stop his ever present need to lock their mouths together. Illuga can only hum in acknowledgement, letting Flins take charge of their kiss with how tired he is.
He breaks the kiss and brings his hands to tenderly caress Illuga's cheeks, "Please rest, I'll take care of you".
Illuga nods weakly and just a second later his pretty eyes fall shut, tired and reassured by Flins' words.
When Illuga wakes up he briefly doesn't recognize where he is, but once he takes on the familiar walls and furniture he understands that he's at the lighthouse and that the warmth he feels at his back must surely be—
His cheeks burn, the memories of what he and Flins did tonight coming all of a sudden. What's worse—or better—is that Flins had done well in his promise to take care of him; he feels clean and he's no longer wearing the leotard, instead he's clad in one of Flins' shirts, the hem reaching all the way to the top of his thighs. He carefully turns his head to look over his shoulder and there he finds his fellow Lightkeeper, asleep and with his arms firmly wrapped around Illuga, giving him no chance whatsoever to leave.
But why would Illuga even dare to think of leaving? He feels warm, not only from the blankets and body warmth they are sharing while lying together in bed, but because of his own feelings towards Flins—which luckily seem to be reciprocated.
He smiles as he watches Flins' beautiful face illuminated by the faint moonlight that manages to pierce past the clouds over the cemetery and rests his head properly on his pillow, snuggling closer to Flins and ready to go back to sleep in the arms of his beloved.
The last remaining thought in his mind is that if, by how enthusiastic Flins was, he does end up pregnant Illuga ought to be more careful when taking advice from Lumine's acquaintances in the future — Miss Alice seemed a bit too giddy when giving him the leotard…