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Today is one of the rare occasions Illuga doesn’t have any mission.
Three days ago, old man Nikita ordered the young captain to take his days off for five days straight. He was forced to take a break. This must be the result of persistent complaints from a “certain person”, but Illuga has no proof.
Staring at the ceiling in his room, Illuga doesn’t know what to do. He feels like watching grass grow, so painfully boring without any dutiful thing to care, no documents to review, and no one to have a friendly chat with.
Piramida is so quiet at night. Under the instruction of the old man, most of his comrades and subordinates already have their designated tasks. Even worse, his precious birdy friend Aedon has been separated reluctantly from him since yesterday. The old man said it was to ensure Illuga’s fully unbothered holidays.
Illuga is alone. He has nothing to do. He is free from duty.
It’s nighttime. No one is around.
Oh, except for Flins, Illuga remembers.
Recently, Flins frequently visited Illuga’s house whenever he can, usually at midnight, to keep his nightmare conditions in check and stay by his side until dawn breaks. Thanks to that, the young man has been sleeping like a log, dark eye bags soon fading.
Like a spontaneous wind, Flins appears out of nowhere. There is no specific date for them to meet, yet Illuga doesn’t get offended by the sudden act. Getting used to surprise visits for years, it would be unimaginable for Illuga to never see that again.
For now, Flins isn’t here. Thankfully.
“It’s too early for him to come by,” Illuga exhales.
I’ll have enough time for that.
For his hardened cock.
Why is that?
Illuga doesn’t remember the last time he masturbated. He is too busy with his responsibility to even care about sexual desire.
Last night, his neglected cock sent a desperate plea to his brain, and Illuga was sure that it was the wettest dream in his entire life. The poor captain woke up, face reddened and sweaty, hands checking his evidence of shame. His cock was stupidly hardened. Illuga was about to satisfy himself right then and there. And guess what, the door knocked. Something urgent needed his immediate assistance.
Holiday my ass. His cock screamed. Yet its owner understood the manpower shortage, so Illuga agreed to help. The task wasn’t difficult, but it was time-consuming. Until he returned, it was already night.
Stop with the flashback, Illuga. His cock reminds him.
Back to the story.
Illuga is sitting on his bed and staring at the ceiling with his hardened cock.
“I couldn’t believe I imagined Sir Flins holding it in his hand,” Illuga recalls his recent fantasy and sighs.
Those freaking slender and cold fingers must feel so good. His cock imagines.
His pants feel so tight for him. His cock wants to take it off. And do it. Now.
Illuga stands up and checks the locked front door. He draws the window curtains and turns off the light.
Everything is perfect, and no one can disturb him.
The young man washes his hands and later strips his pants and boxers off. His cock bounces free from the tight clothes as if to celebrate its reward after a long day, throbbing and flushed and leaks precum. Still wearing his white sweater, Illuga lies on his bed. His hand finds the lube bottle and pours it into his hand.
All the preparation is done.
Illuga curls his hand full of lubricant around his member.
So cold, just like Flins’ hands in my dream. His eyes close at the cool sensation.
In the past, Illuga didn’t dare to fantasise about Flins in this way, even when he pleasured his arousal. However, his latest dream is still replaying nonstop like a movie scroll.
Is it right to dream of Flins like this? Illuga feels ashamed. He doesn’t want to taint his Sir Flins with such lustful desire.
Yet, his cock doesn’t. It just needs a reason to escape the miserable arousal.
Using one hand, Illuga gently strokes his member. His mouth slightly opens at the pleasure, and he tries to keep his voice down, his body stays still on the mattress.
His cock wants his hand faster.
Illuga obliges. His hand strokes harder and harder.
One stroke, two strokes, three strokes, and four–
Knock.
His hand stops.
Knock.
Illuga freezes.
Knock. Knock.
His cock is still twitching.
Yet, his mind wins this time.
Because that knocking sound is from the window.
There is no doubt.
It’s Flins. It’s fucking Flins. The man whose hands are his cock’s dreamed savior.
He can feel his member twitching even more at the comer, its head tilting towards the noise direction, nonexistent eyes blinking in tears of anticipation for that hand to cherish it.
Yet, Illuga can’t fulfill its once-in-a-lifetime wish. He is horrified. Their distance is only a window and a curtain. And Illuga is half-naked, with his pants on the floor, hands full of lube grabbing around his cock.
It’s your stupid flashback fault! His cock shrieks.
But Illuga has no time to care. He must respond, or else Flins may think Illuga already sleeps and enters like usual.
“…Sir Flins, please wait for a moment!”
Ignoring his dumbfounded cock, Illuga swiftly grabs his pants from the floor and wears it. He enters the bathroom, cleans his hands and face, and returns, slides the curtains and opens the window to greet the man.
“I apologize for disturbing your early rest, Young Master.” Flins bows his head.
“Don’t say sorry, please come in, I’ll get you some water.” Illuga smiles.
The taller man glances at Illuga and nods politely. From the window, he steps into the room, left hand carries his boots to the shoe rack, right hand places the blue lantern on the wooden table. He finds a chair opposite the bed and sits down, one leg over the other.
Illuga returns to the cozy bedroom with two glasses of water.
“You come here early,” The young man gives Flins a cup.
“Yes, you notice it despite my several unexpected visits. Perhaps you are waiting for my arrival?” Flins receives the glass and sips the water.
“Sir Flins, you know the answer,” Illuga sits down on his bed and gulps the contents in his glass. “I need someone to brighten up my dull days.”
“How are your holidays going?”
“Not so eventful. I mainly stay at home, greet some guests and invite them to enjoy home-cooked meals. There are emergency tasks sometimes, but I can handle them in one go.”
“That reminds me, Master Illuga, I still haven’t tasted your cooking at your house.”
“I already cooked plenty of dishes at your place.”
“But it would be different when it’s your house. Seeing you in your favorite apron and cooking for me like a chef will extend my lifespan to ten more years at least.”
“Haha, what is that flirting skill?” Illuga bursts out laughing. “If you’re hungry, just say so. I can prepare something light for you right now.”
“That can wait. Don’t you have something more urgent to deal with?”
“....Huh?”
Awkward silence.
“…Flins, what do you mean by that?”
The taller male chuckles softly. He stands up from his chair and walks to the bed, yellow pupils stare down at Illuga’s confused eyes.
“Master Illuga, the bulge from your pants is quite… visible. I already saw it the moment you opened the window.”
The young man blinks several times at Flins, then his gaze falls back to his pants crotch, and looks up at Flins again.
Oh.
Illuga finally realizes.
The plot hole of the story and why Flins was able to see his evidence of shame.
That moment, after hearing the knocking sound, Illuga remembered to pull on his pants. But he forgot to collect his underwear. That piece of cloth must have been slipped under his bed as Illuga stripped his lower body.
Without two clothes barriers, the proof of his unfinished work is as clear as the day. In other words, Illuga has greeted Flins and walked around with his proudly hardened cock.
That is so humiliating.
Crimson creeps out Illuga’s skin at the moment of realization, and he immediately breaks eye contact with Flins. He can’t look at that man anymore. He is mortified. He desperately wishes the ground would swallow him up and bury him forever so he wouldn't need to continue this embarrassing conversation any longer.
Yet, his cock is ecstatic. Illuga can feel his member grow larger at being noticed. If it were a human, his cock would definitely tear the fabric and jump out of his pants to kiss Flins on the mouth.
Illuga must say something before his cock takes full control of his five senses.
“…If you know that I’m in the middle of something ‘urgent’, then you should have offered to leave for me to finish it.”
What the hell are you saying, Illuga? He is too late, his nervous system has been dominated.
“Why leave? I want to do the job for you, Young Master.”
Flins' hand finds Illuga's red cheek, thumb caresses the burning skin before trailing his gloved fingers to the jaw and resting at the chin. He lifts Illuga’s chin up, adjusting it to stare directly into those flustered blue and red eyes.
“Master Illuga, please look at me.” Flins leans down, his face only an inch from the other male. “Let me help you.”
Cool breath brushes Illuga’s cheeks, sending shivers down his body.
Do the job for me, that means Flins’ hands would wrap around his coc—
“No Sir Flins, that would be inappropriate,” Illuga speaks haltingly, eyes avoiding looking into those yellow pupils. “...I would be too ashamed to ask you for that kind of favor.”
“Why the shame? Sexual desire is one of humans’ basic needs, you don’t have to feel embarrassed.”
I know, it’s you who I’m afraid of! Illuga screams internally.
As if reading Illuga’s mind, Flins continues with his speech.
“...But if the problem is me, then I shall leave to give you some privacy. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
He tilts his head to give Illuga a soft kiss on his temple.
“Please remember, no matter the reasons, I’ll always be there for you. I shall visit you tomorrow, Young Master.”
I’ll always be there for you, Young Master.
As the blue-haired Lightkeeper is about to leave, Illuga stands up, grabbing his overcoat sleeve.
“Wait, Sir Flins!”
Why do I have to feel ashamed of this matter? Why am I ashamed of Sir Flins?
As the Squad Captain, it’s a habit for Illuga to always stay alert and watch over the others. He has never considered his selfish desire.
Until he met Flins.
Being with Flins makes Illuga feel safe. He feels cared for and loved. Flins helps him understand that it’s good to be selfish sometimes. Without that man, Illuga feels like losing a home, a cocoon to share their stories.
Why the shame?
No, I’m not. If it’s Sir Flins, there is no way I would feel ashamed.
“...I don’t feel uncomfortable at all. I just have mixed feelings because you appeared in my dream last night,” Illuga squeezes the sleeve tighter. “Sir Flins, please don’t leave... I need your help.”
The taller man turns around, a smile gently painted on his relieved face.
“I’m glad you decided to voice your desire. Great job, Master Illuga.”
Flins wastes no time closing the window and drawing the curtain.
“You prefer this secluded atmosphere. Perhaps dim light will enlighten your mood.” Flins raises his right hand.
Snap!
Blue flame ignites from his lantern on the table, bathing the room in its captivating hue. Illuga is astonished, his jaw drops as if he is watching a magic show.
“You really do provide full service, Sir Flins,” Illuga giggles. “I’m quite impressed.”
“Everything for you, Young Master.” Flins bows his head while his other hand rests behind his back. What an elegant gentleman. He walks to the bed and sits down beside Illuga.
“Shall we start?”
“...Yes, I’m ready.”
As he finishes the sentence, Illuga instantly takes his pants off, revealing his hardened cock. It looks utterly painful from arousal. His length twitches relentlessly, an absurd amount of white liquid coating the tip of his flushed cock. If he doesn’t do anything, Illuga is sure that it will explode and turn into a black hole.
“Oh my, this is already beyond urgent,” Flins gasps, teasing the young man. “How long have you been enduring this dire situation, Young Master?”
A whole day and being interrupted twice! His cock answers.
Quiet, you shameless cock! Illuga hisses. He can’t say that out loud.
“...Please don’t laugh, Sir Flins… It has been a long time since I last did it…”
“I’m not making fun of you,” Flins pats his head. “I’m just curious about what kind of dream you experienced with me to result in such a mess?”
“...You don’t need to know.” Illuga can feel his face hot like fire again.
“Alright, I shall figure out your answer on my own.” Flins’ hands rest on Illuga’s waist, and he pulls him into a kiss. The sweet sensation of their crashing lips engulfs Illuga’s in flame. He unconsciously shuts his eyes, hands placed on Flins’ solid shoulders.
So good. Illuga mumbles as Flins pushes him down the mattress, body on top of him while still tasting his mouth.
Even through fabrics, his skin feels heated as their bodies smash together, sweat runs down his temple and neck. Rustling sounds of Flins’ clothes pressing on his soft sweater bring eargasm to his body.
Illuga gasps to catch his breath, then his lips crash on Flins again and again. He opens his mouth to greet Flins’ tongue, drinking the essence of Flins teasing and licking his mouth, and curling around Flins as a way to return the favor. Until Illuga’s head feels dizzy that he can’t hear anything except for their slippery tongues, Flins parts their lips away, wet silver strands linger between their mouths.
Sitting on his knees, Flins licks his lower lip to clean the saliva. His teeth swiftly bite the tip of the index finger and pull away to remove those black leather gloves, revealing his pale slender hands.
Lying on his back, Illuga stares as Flins picks the bottle and pours lubricant onto his bare hand. Translucent liquid leaks from spaces between his digits, some drops lewdly fall onto the mattress. Illuga can feel his cock throbbing more and more as if it can dance tango. Its lifetime savior is right there before him.
“Master Illuga, I’ll begin slowly. Please guide me on whether to change the pace during this process.”
The man lying down nods, two eyes are still stuck on Flins’ gorgeous hands. Those red and blue pupils follow Flins’ right hand as it moves and lands on Illuga’s hardened member.
“Ha—“ A moan escapes from his mouth, and it’s just a bare touch on his skin. His body, especially his cock, feels so so sensitive.
Instinctively, he hides his mouth with one hand, the other grips Flins’ long sleeve to remain still. Yet, Illuga is startled as his hand is grabbed by Flins’ strong arm, the cool touch of bare hands sends his skin on fire.
“Young Master, please don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear your angelic voice and see your ethereal expressions.”
If it’s Sir Flins, there is no way I would feel ashamed.
“Hah… please keep going…” Illuga puts his hand down to slightly grab the bedsheet.
Smiling tenderly, Flins’ gaze shifts from those red and blue pupils to the miserable cock in his hand. He curls his fingers around Illuga’s cock, moves up and down the length in slow motion.
First stroke.
Illuga gasps, his eyes widened at the sudden sensation. His body feels tense, pleasure soon flows to his legs.
Second stroke.
He closes his vision and moans, his skin glows crimson red. Flins’ slender hand is too gentle and too good for this world.
Third stroke.
He arches his back for more of Flins’ touch, both hands squeezing the fabrics as if he would disappear into a void without holding them for his dear life.
A few more strokes.
Illuga’s vision is so blurry with sweat, his breath hitches as Flins applies more pressure. He wants to melt. His cock wants to melt.
“… Faster, please,” Illuga pleads during his gasps.
“As you wish, Young Master.”
His body feels fiery as Flins’ hand strokes faster and harder, from the tip of his length down to the base of his cock. He can hear his heart racing right in his ears, his throat feels so dry from panting. Illuga’s legs spread wider, body jerks in sync with Flins’ fast motion.
Illuga can feel it. He is close to the climax. Absurdly fast if he has to comment.
“Sir Flins, I’m closed… I don’t want to dirty your attire.”
“No need to worry about those trivial matters,” Flins reassures, his left hand stroking the tip of his cock in circular motion while his right hand is still moving up and down the length.
From his peripheral vision, Illuga can see Flins smile softly, body bends over him, cool lips brush a soft kiss over the scars on his shoulder.
“I’m here for you and only you, Master Illuga.”
“...Hah... Flins!”
He moans and closes his eyes, and Illuga comes. His vision becomes white, body dissolves into pleasure, shockwaves overflowing every corner of his body. His crimson cock is twitching and spurting white fluid all over the place, on Flins’ hands, Flins’ clothes, his mattress, and even on his white sweater.
This is the fastest time Illuga reaches orgasm, and is also the best time he has ever come.
They wait for Illuga to catch his breath. Until Illuga’s panting gradually disappears, Flins reaches out to place a chaste kiss on his still flustered cheek.
“Was it good like in your recent dream?”
“It was even better, the best I could imagine. Thank you for your service, Sir Flins.”
“My pleasure, Young Master.”
The blue-haired Lightkeeper drifts his gaze from Illuga’s contented face to Illuga’s lower body.
“But it seems like ‘your friend’ isn’t satisfied enough.” He comments.
What the heck?
Illuga stares down at his lower part, and his movement stiffens.
Despite having come so hard, his cock is still standing strong like a foremast in a storm. Again, how long has he been neglecting his poor ‘friend’?
The worst part is that, not only does his ‘friend’ need to be taken care of, his ‘other long-lost friend’ also demands the same service. Illuga has felt its rise since Flins stroked his member for the third time.
In other words, Illuga’s hole also needs to be satisfied, just like his cock.
Darn it. And Flins seems to know about his ‘other long-lost friend’ desire too.
“I must have ignored my physical body for too long,” Illuga laughs helplessly. “Sorry, Sir Flins, I may need your assistance for longer than expected.”
“Don’t apologize, I’m willing to ‘work overtime’. Also...” Flins raises his messy hands full of Illuga’s come to his mouth and licks the wet digits, tasting every last drop falling from his fingers. “...I may need your help, Master Illuga.”
The young man tilts his head to find Flins’ crotch, and he freaks out at seeing a large bulge protruding from his pants. Considering Flins’ pants are made from thick leather, it’s even more painful than Illuga’s arousal.
“It seems like we all have the same demand. Then I accept the offer,” Illuga attempts to tease Flins. “But please be gentle, it seems that ‘your friend’ is quite… large from my observation.”
“Thank you for your consent. But please don’t worry, it’ll fit and not hurt at all.”
“...Huh?” Illuga is dumbfounded this time. How is Flins so sure of that? Unless he has the power to adjust his cock size.
…Wait. Illuga feels like he has discovered something he should not have.
“Flins, you are a Fae, aren’t you?” Illuga questions, eyes stare at nothingness. “...I have done some self-study and borrowed books about Snezhnaya’s mythology. I have no proper evidence, but from my educated guess, you are most suitable as a Fae noble, associating with blue flame under the reign of Tsar.”
“Your intelligence is exceptional,” Flins claps his hand to praise the young man. “Then, you must have known that I can’t confirm your theory if I’m truly a Fae.”
It’s an unspoken rule for Fae to never reveal their identity to the mortals. However, Flins’ vague answer is already an affirmation to Illuga’s hypothesis.
“That’s not really important. I already swear that even if you’re a bug, I’ll still love you.”
“You are most considerate, Young Master.” Flins stands up from the bed and kisses Illuga’s silver hair. “If you’ll excuse me, I'll freshen up.”
“You mean showering? No need to be so formalized, Sir Flins.”
“I want you to feel good, Master Illuga,” Flins grins, then heads towards the bathroom. “Don’t worry, it won’t take too long. And please don’t take your sweater off yet.”
Despite all of their intimate moments, Illuga is flustered at that genuine line. Still on the bed, he sits up and adjusts the bedsheet, while his mind wanders of which dish he should cook for them tomorrow morning. It would be a great way to thank Flins for his consideration.
“Young Master, I’m finished.”
…Huh? It has only been one minute. Illuga is confused before he realizes. “I forgot, Flins is related to blue flame, that would explain his mysterious fire in the lantern.”
And fire hates water. Illuga sighs.
As if noticing Illuga’s concern, Flins chuckles.
“I already followed basic steps to clean my body. Excuse me for borrowing your towel.”
It reminds the young man that Flins is wearing nothing. His pale skin glows up in the dim blue light, well-built frame shines like a statue, white towel casually wraps around his hip and falls to his knee.
Ignoring his throbbing cock, Illuga shifts his gaze to look at Flins’ face. Mesmerizing yellow pupils catch him off guard, slightly damped blue hair strands flowing down his shoulder and torso like a dream. Illuga can feel his heart drum at the sight, setting his lower body on fire again.
“That’s alright,” Illuga’s cheeks redden. “Can I take off my sweater now?”
“Please let it stay,” Flins walks towards the bed, elegant footsteps echoing along the way. “Let me take your sweater off for you, in turn, you’ll strip my white towel.”
Crimson paints Illuga’s skin, because he can see an obvious gigantic bulge on that white towel. And he will be the one to strip that barrier off.
“Whatever you say, Sir Flins.”
The taller male stands right beside Illuga still sitting on his bed. That bulge is right next to his head.
Illuga reaches his hands out to slowly uncover the white towel, revealing the last clothing barrier. Flins’ slender hips and toned thighs appear in his vision, sending arousal to his ‘friend’.
Perfect for holding and fucking. His cock comments.
Yet, Illuga’s eyes linger not too long because something more striking already catches his full attention.
The poor white towel is stuck on Flins’ hardened cock. Illuga has pulled the cloth away, only leaving the towel to cover his enormous cock. Yet, the towel is still hovering in the air without Illuga’s holding.
Oh my, his hardened cock can even lift a damp towel. Illuga’s member yelps in bewilderment. How powerful is that cock really?
As if unboxing a blind box, Illuga rips the towel away. Greeting him is a slender pale cock, one and a half Illuga’s size, slightly flushed from arousal, tips leaking a few drops of precum.
“…I know it’s large, but it should be larger if it can really lift a heavy object, at least thrice bigger,” Illuga’s cock twitches as if thinking deeply. “Flins must have adjusted his size right after you pulled the towel away because he senses your worry, Illuga!”
You can be smart sometimes, my ‘friend’. Illuga appreciates.
“Flins, I want to see your true size,” The young man grits his teeth, trying to be as angry as possible. “Do you underestimate my endurance?”
“I’ll never think of you that way, I’m just uncertain about whether I should use the original size. I want to be gentle with you, Young Master.”
Oh, I did really say I want something gentle, Illuga reminds. His heart beats faster at that thought.
“...Show me your original size and I’ll reconsider it.”
“If you say so,” Flins nods his head, his hand covering Illuga’s vision. “Please open your eyes when I instruct.”
Illuga agrees and waits. As Flins pulls his hand away, Illuga stares at the sight.
He has never seen a larger and more erotic cock than the one before his eyes. Flins’ true cock is approximately thrice, or even fourth his size. Absolutely ridiculous.
It’s still pale prettily, yet blue veins are scattered on the skin from the base to the tips, heated and beating like a heart. Sticking out proudly, Flins’ hardened cock is throbbing tirelessly. White liquid leaks from the fat head of his manhood, lewdly drops fall down onto the floor like pearls.
Arousal flows over his body. His tongue feels watery. Illuga wants to taste those delicious drops of Flins. He imagines grabbing that ridiculously lewd cock with two bare hands, putting it in his mouth and sucking it until he gets addicted to Flins’ essence.
However, his hole feels fear. There is no way it would fit Illuga’s hole.
He will call this as ‘Flins’ ridiculous Fae size’ from now on.
“...Sir Flins, this is… unbelievable. I would prefer the adjusted version until we have become familiar with our bodies.”
“I figured out that much.” Flins transforms his member to a more fitted and human size, blue veins gradually fade under the pale skin.
Someday, I’ll be able to take your ridiculous Fae size cock. Illuga promises.
“We shall begin,” Flins climbs on the mattress, placing himself on top of Illuga. “Allow me to take your clothes off, Young Master.”
The blue-haired man blinks his eyes, and Illuga captures faint blue flames behind those dark pupils. Flins’ hand grabs the hem of Illuga’s sweater under his belly, and gently pulls it up. Illuga’s skin feels cold, yet scorching heat soon overwhelms his body as Flins trails his lips over him at the same time the fabric is being tucked away.
Flins kisses his lower belly, then his navel, his upper abdomen, his sternum, and stops at his bare neck. Illuga can smell the familiar shower fragrance as Flins’ blue hair brushing under his chin, sending arousal to his lower body.
Flins slowly pulls the sweater away from Illuga, gently placing it under the floor.
Illuga is fully naked, and so is Flins.
Flins stares down at Illuga, their eyes locked. Illuga closes his eyes again as Flins smashes their lips, wet tongues twisting and swirling. Their naked bodies press onto each other, surges of electricity flow under their skins as their flushed cocks swiftly slide against each other.
Why does Flins’ pale skin feel so hot like this?
It’s different from their intimate moments from before. Illuga faintly remembers Flins’ cool skin sweeping over his cheek as if he is touching snow. Yet this time, Flins’ skin feels like flame, burning his body in pure lustful desire and drowning him in the sea of blue fire.
Flins pulls his lips away and attacks Illuga’s neck. He licks the sensitive area and bites it, carefully enough to not hurt his Young Master. Moaning sounds fill the room as Flins moves his mouth to the left side shoulder, kissing and biting it, then repeating with the other shoulder.
Young Master, you have no idea how much I want to leave my mark on those gorgeous shoulders of yours.
He avoids biting the scars on Illuga’s skin, yet he kisses it tenderly as if they are medals of brave soldier. Illuga’s heart skips a beat at the way Flins caresses his regrettable marks from battles.
Pulling his lips from the swollen neck, Flins slowly kisses down Illuga’s trembling body, again passing through the same route, sending trails of fire along the way. He extends the location of the route, lips brushing Illuga’s ears and arms and hands and every single knuckle and everything that is Illuga.
The fiery kiss lands at the place it starts, his lower belly. And Flins stops, lowering his body to Illuga’s feet, and begins kissing his every single toes, his ankle, his knee and his thigh. That man repeats it with the other leg, not missing one beat. He treasures every part of Illuga as if the young man were his only religion, as if it were the first and the last time they met before parting for hundreds of years.
Why are you so soft like this, Sir Flins? Illuga is a mess of sweat and heat. His bare skin feels ignited under Flins’ tender lips, his vision is fuzzy as if moisture has clouded his eyes. He doesn’t know whether to focus: Flins’ lips, his upper body, or his miserable cock.
Oh right, Flins is kissing every part of his body, except for his hardened cock.
As if sensing Illuga’s dilemma, Flins pulls his lips away and tilts his head upwards, his hands finding the lube bottle. Slippery liquid again soaks his right fingers.
“Master Illuga, your ‘friend’ must wait until later. I’m doing this first for your ‘other long-lost friend’. But I guarantee to satisfy you both.”
“I believe in you, Flins. Always.”
Does he know it’s forbidden to place trust in a Fae?
Yet, the blue-haired Fae doesn’t care anymore. Illuga has placed faith in this humble being. Flins wants to be greedy. He would do anything for his Young Master. Anything.
Flins places his delicate hands on the sensitive skin of Illuga’s inner thighs, slightly squeezing them. Illuga huffs and instinctively spreads his legs, placing them on Flins’ thighs for his hole to greet Flins.
“Please relax, I’ll start with one finger and will increase the numbers based on your reactions.” As Flins finishes, he slips his index finger into Illuga’s entrance.
Illuga snaps out, eyes widen at the sensation of a digit exploring his hole. That long and slender finger feels like heaven inside Illuga. He gasps and whimpers as Flins’ finger curls upwards to find that spot. Illuga anticipates, and pleasure soon engulfs his senses. Flins finally touches his sensitive spot and massages that area in circular motion. Illuga moans. He tries to tilt his head and find Flins, yet the sensation is so good that he can’t help but shut his eyes.
Flins puts the second finger into his hole and presses harder, Illuga already feels like losing in pleasure. His skin glows crimson in the dim blue light, hips bucking into Flins’ hands in repetitive motion for more pressure. His hands grip the poor bedsheet in an attempt to stay still.
Until Flins inserts his third finger and digs into his prostate, Illuga loses his rhythm. His mouth opens and closes, just like those bleary eyes. His back arches and slam onto Flins’ delicate hand as if wishing the fingers to grow longer and reach deeper into his hole. Every muscle on his body screams for more and more of Flins’ touch, for Flins to please enter his deepest desire.
It’s time.
Flins removes all of his fingers from Illuga’s hole. The young man is still bucking his hips onto nothingness, desperately pressing his ass and cock harder onto Flins’ lower body for more pressure, eyes still close.
“...Please be patient, I already promise I’ll satisfy you.”
Hearing Flins’ soothing voice, Illuga opens his eyes to find the familiar dark blue hair. His body slows down and returns to its stable condition. The young man sweeps his gaze to their lower bodies, and he can see precums leaking from both of their cocks, flushed and twitching from arousal.
Flins pours lube onto it and adjusts its direction. He glances swiftly at Illuga, receiving a nod from the male, then shifts his gaze to their flushed cocks.
Holding his pale manhood, Flins gently inserts it into Illuga’s hole. The sudden contact sends waves of heat and electricity to their bodies. Flins groans as they connect, and he can feel Illuga’s body jerk at the sudden sensation.
Warmth greets the tip of Flins’ cock, sending pleasure to Illuga as Flins slowly sinks the length into his tight hole. Illuga gasps, but his eyes never leave their joint parts. Slowly, his hole fully devours Flins’ cock. He feels so full, and this is just the adjusted size of that Fae.
“...Please move, Sir Flins.”
Still sitting on the bed, Flins nods. His body lies on top of Illuga, their skins feel flammable at the touch. His arms hold Illuga’s hips and begin to move at a slow pace, up and down, sliding his cock deeper into Illuga’s entrance.
Pleasure flows through Illuga's sweaty skin as the tip of Flins’ cock thrusts onto his sensitive spot. Each time his spot is being slammed, Illuga can’t help but close his eyes. He feels so good that it seems illegal. His hips dance in sync with Flins, moving away as the tip of Flins’ cock is near his entrance, then slam his hips forward as Flins sinks into the hole, to the base of his cock.
“Hah…” Illuga gives out a loud moan. “...Harder, please.”
Flins obeys his Young Master and fastens his movement. Their dance becomes sloppier as Illuga loses the rhythm, his hips bucking relentlessly onto Flins’ hardened cock. Squelching sounds of their bodies slapping fills the air.
Illuga doesn’t know how long they have been doing it as Flins pushes and pulls and slams into his hole. Every time his soft spot is thrust harder and harder, Illuga feels like seeing stars, blood seems to flow like tidal waves under his skin.
Illuga can feel his hardened cock desperately needs attention as it throbs and kisses Flins’ lower belly every time Flins slams his large cock into the hole.
Without saying, Flins’ hands move from those warm hips to wrap around Illuga’s hardened member, one hand stroking the length while the other teasing the sensitive skin between his balls. Flins’ strong hips don’t forget its rhythm, still sinking into Illuga’s prostate for its dear time.
“I’m— hah… closed again,” Illuga huffs between his moaning, incoherent sound escapes his trembling mouth. “Why are you— hah… stop breathing the moment your body is placed atop me, and I can’t feel your heartbeat anymore. Those are—hah… just your ways of pretending to be a mortal, aren't they?”
“...Consider it as my method to blend in with human society,” Flins answers, hips still slamming onto Illuga’s soft spot. “Yet, in front of you, I wish to be a mere mortal, only to have a real heart that is beating for you.”
Flins tilts his head lower as Illuga whimpers and slender legs spread even more, his lips are right beside Illuga’s reddened ear. Illuga can hear soft crackles of flame as Flins continues to speak.
“Please forgive this sinful being for being in deep love with you,” Flins kisses Illuga’s jawline, his tongue licks the sweat drops down on the skin beneath him. “Even though I can’t breathe, and the place between my chest echoes nothing. Yet, for you, I’ll do everything."
Illuga widens his eyes as he feels Flins’ cock inside him growing larger, pressing harder into the already abused prostate. He feels as if his hole will explode, yet he doesn’t resist it. Illuga’s hips thrust deeper and deeper, the rim of his hole slams onto the base of Flins’ enlarged cock.
“...Lord Flins— Hah… I…” Love you.
Before Illuga can finish his pleading, shockwaves burst out of his body, and he comes for the second time in the day. His vision goes white, and Illuga tilts his head back, his neck is exposed, only for Flins to kiss and lick his bobbing adam’s apple. Despite already coming one time before, his cockhead still spills some liquid onto Flins’ lower belly, twitching and crimson in orgasm, painting Flins’ half lower body in white. His hole clenches around Flins’ still hardened member to not let him go. Time seems to stop, and Illuga’s only feeling is euphoria. His body seems to float into the sky, waves of heat overflowing every muscle under his sweaty skin.
Illuga screams out Flins’ name a few more times before his body goes limb, vision becomes hazy. His hips buckle onto Flins’ cock once more. Overstimulation already catches up. Illuga can’t handle it anymore, his body already feels weak after two perfect orgasms.
Yet, Flins still doesn’t stop slamming into his prostate with his large cock. From the corner of his eyes, Illuga can see Flins groans, his strong hips start to lose their gentle rhythm, pale cock moves in and out Illuga’s hole like a magnet.
Flins is also closed. Illuga realizes.
Despite his shuddering and oversensitive body, Illuga wraps his legs around Flins’ waist, sinking deeper into that hardened cock.
“...Keep going, I want to feel you deeper. Please come inside me.”
Flins replies to him with an unfamiliar language term, catching the young man off guard.
What does that even mean?
Flins finishes the ritual as if it was a bonding vow, his hands holding Illuga’s on both sides and squeezing his hips tighter. Before Illuga knows it, Flins has slammed his hardened large cock into Illuga again, and again, and again, and again, nonstop. He pushes and pulls out of Illuga in a brutally fast pace, erotic sound of skin slapping skin engulfs the room in dampness. His fat cockhead continuously smashes Illuga’s overabused prostate, then slides out to the rim, and smashes it fully again.
Illuga cries out, his body tenses at the overwhelming sensation. He doesn’t know if he should feel hurt or good, but he doesn’t want Flins to stop. Arousal creeps out his body, and his cock is hardened again. His moist eyes search for the blue-haired male, only to find those darkened yellow pupils drunk in pure lust. Blue flame blazes behind those eyes, sending shivers down Illuga’s shaking frame. Illuga digs his nails into Flins’ bare shoulders, eyes roll back at reaching climax again.
He comes for the third time.
White raindrops blanket his vision, his body again flowing beyond the stars. Yet, it feels much more intense this time. Illuga can’t control his body anymore, he feels like his body will soon burn to ashes. His mouth moans louder and screams Flins’ name like a melody. His hole wraps and clenches Flins’ still moving in-and-out manhood, devouring it as if it were a part of his body. His cock can barely produce any fluid, yet it still twitches relentlessly against Flins’ skin.
Ignoring his painful pleasure, Illuga wraps his legs around Flins tighter for the man to continue abusing his hole. His tears stream down, incoherent moans and huffs escape his mouth, only for Flins to tilt his face down and lick those precious tears. From his watery vision, Illuga tries to spot those yellow pupils. He smiles tenderly at the male to reassure Flins, and pleads his name one last time.
And Flins finally comes.
Illuga tightens his muscles to receive the white fluid spurting into his bottom stomach, flooding his hole and wetting down his thighs. He can hear Flins’ loud groans as his large cock is twitching and pulsing thick liquid into his hole. Their heavy breathing fills the air, spreading their sweet and wet essence around the room.
They stay like that for a while to recover from the aftershock. Flins is the first one to sit up. He pulls his member away, hand grabs another cleaned towel and wipes over Illuga face, down to his torso and abdomen and legs. Until he is cleaned, Flins uses another towel to wipe his body. Finished, his hand finds the wool blanket and pulls over both of them.
“...Sir Flins, is that your Fae language from before?” Illuga still huffs from the recovery. “I know it’s not right to ask, but what is the meaning of it?”
“It means ‘I love you, forever until death do us part’,” Flins can sense Illuga’s face tinted in crimson as he replies.
“...You’re unbelievably cheesy.” Illuga jokes, his hazy vision finds the familiar dark blue hair. “Thank you for everything, Sir Flins. We should do this more often.”
“Sure, I’m happy to oblige,” Flins places a soft kiss on Illuga’s nose and pulls him into a warm embrace. “Next time at my place?”
“Too eager, Sir Flins!” The young man giggles. “I shall treat you to my home-cooked meal before you leave tomorrow, please stay for your breakfast.”
“…You really consider my selfish demand, I’m honoured,” Flins gives him a faint smile. “But I’m doubting you can wake up that early, Young Master.”
“A ‘little’ exercise overnight can’t defeat me that easily, just you wai—“
Illuga’s sentence is cut off by a loud yawn from himself. His limbs feel heavy like lead, eyelids are unable to stay open. Tucking into Flins’ chest, Illuga closes his vision, swollen lips whisper before going to sleep.
“Have a good night.” And then Illuga falls into slumber, not giving Flins any chance to reply.
The blue-haired Lightkeeper sighs, yet he smiles warmly, eyes still lingering on the peaceful sleeping face beside him. He pulls Illuga closer into his arms and enters his rest.
A familiar smell wakes Illuga up from his sleep. Crusty eyes check the clock in panic.
10 A.M. Illuga screams.
He promised to prepare breakfast for Flins last night, but it’s already too late. His hand stretches to the side to search for the blue-haired man, only for Illuga to find the cold bedsheet.
Yet, that familiar smoky and fresh aroma still remains gently in the atmosphere. Illuga can feel the fragrance coming from his kitchen, tickling into every corner of his nostrils.
He is hungry. And he knows for sure who is cooking.
The young man gets dressed and walks downstairs. Greeting him is the sight of Flins wearing his white apron, hand holding a pan and sprinkling salt to the fish slices. Sliding the food onto two plates, Flins adjusts the salmon slices as if he is painting an artwork.
That must be Long Night Alight, Flins’ special dish. Perfect for a light breakfast.
Illuga greets the blue-haired man, lips curve into a contented smile. And Flins returns with a chaste kiss on his nose.
“Good morning, Young Master.”
Next time, Illuga will treat Flins to another meal at his home.