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Illuga is seated on a wooden chair in the center of a room.
His hands are tied behind the backrest by a thin rope. The string cuts into his skin, a faint waft of air meets red lines encircling his wrists, sending shivers down his body.
The marks will soon fade away after this interrogation, Illuga knows it. Yet, his heart can’t deny its fast-beating thumping as tension fills the atmosphere.
The young man is half-naked. His usual overcoat and white turtleneck sweater are gone. Illuga still has his pants on, however, his upper body is tightened by two brown leather belts. One belt surrounds his neck, remaining length hangs over his sternum, while the other one wraps horizontally across his hardened chest nipples, forming cross-shaped lines on his torso. The rough sensation of stretched straps makes him gasp for air.
So lewd, Illuga’s cheeks are flustered even though he can’t see anything.
Because his eyes are already blindfolded by a black piece of cloth from the very beginning.
The young man faintly remembers.
A few hours ago, Illuga visited the owner of Final Night Cemetery for frequent supplies. Flins led the young man to the small chamber in the lighthouse for some small talk. Yet, his sexual desire grew so visibly, and it reminded Illuga that it had been a long time since they did that. The same went for that blue-haired Fae, so the pair decided to do something for ‘experimental purposes’. Flins suggested the interrogation trope, and Illuga agreed. They exchanged safe words in case the situation got beyond control.
Illuga believed in Flins and his exceptional storytelling skill over hundreds of years, therefore, most of the plot was initiated by the Fae. Before knowing it, the young man has been put in this position, black pitch covering his vision.
“Suspect No. 1223, Mr. Illuga,” Flins’ low voice breaks the suffocating silence. “Do you understand why you're in this situation?”
Even in darkness, Illuga can feel Flins’ yellow eyes pierce into every cell of his nearly naked body. Cool breeze again slashes his skin like wind blades, giving him goosebumps.
“I’m not quite following, Sir. Could you remind me what I’ve done?”
A small chuckle escapes Flins’ mouth.
“How amusing. You still pretend to be innocent after everything.”
Flins’ boots echo against the floor, metal clinking with each step as he moves closer to the wooden chair. The sound of his footsteps disappears, and Illuga catches a faint scent of Flins lingering in the air. Clothes rustle as the taller man kneels down, delicate fingers lifting Illuga’s chin.
“Call me Lord Flins. I am your victim. My heart is uncontrollable every time I see you. It must be some kind of curse you planted on me.”
What a laughable excuse to tie up a person, Sir Flins. Illuga suppresses a quiet laugh.
Perhaps Flins is right when he says he isn’t skilled at roleplaying. Illuga thinks, not knowing that this assumption is totally wrong.
“How is that supposed to be my fault? It should be your fault for falling into my trap.” Illuga plays along, trying to follow the unpredictable script.
“So you admit it. Bear in mind, I’m no ordinary human, it can’t be that easy for me to fall into misery over a person,” Cool breath brushes Illuga’s skin as Flins speaks. “And yet, you’ve managed to do the impossible. What kind of trick was that?”
“You’ll have to deduce that yourself, Flins,” Illuga challenges.
Little did he know it would be the last time he could voice such a defiant tone towards the man.
“...Oh, already dropped the title?”
Illuga hears a small ‘tsk’. No warnings, a mouth crashes violently onto his dry lips. Illuga widens his eyes in surprise, his eyelashes are pressed down by the blindfold. Yet, he doesn’t have time to think about it as Flins bites his lower lips and pulls it, tongue dances freely in his mouth, licking his teeth from left to right and swirling around his tongue. Teeth clinking sound along with slippery noises of their twisted tongues engulf the room.
Flins is so brutal. Illuga’s lips feel sore after being abused for who knows how long, as if Flins is drinking blood from his lips and tongue to stay alive.
Small gasps escape Illuga’s mouth. He is going to die from out of breath, he desperately realizes. His body can’t keep up with the overwhelming sensation. Bleary eyes feel sting as if he may cry.
Illuga tries to break from the kiss, but Flins’ mouth keeps following as Illuga tilts his head to any direction, gloved hand pressing his nape closer to completely devouring him. He feels suffocated as Flins’ tongue grows even longer, as if it can enter his throat and block his airways to the lungs.
You devil. Illuga curses through his teeth at how damn powerless he is. He wishes he could use his hands to push Flins away, yet they’re tied, and he can’t even see a damn thing to know what is going on aside from his swollen lips and tongue being sucked to eternity.
Until Illuga is near the verge of death, head dizzy from the lack of air, Flins finally pulls his mouth away. The young man coughs heavily, saliva lewdly drips from the corner of his mouth.
“Call me Lord Flins,” Illuga vaguely hears through his coughing. “Or you won’t make it out of this room.”
“…Yes, Lord Flins,” The young man instantly replies. There is no way he can compete with him, let alone while tied like this.
“Good, your obedience is acknowledged. I shall reward you.”
Illuga’s upper body is jerked forward as Flins grabs the end of the belt dangling above his sternum and pulls it.
“You’re so vulnerable, I wonder what kind of wonderful sounds you can make.”
Illuga feels tingling as the other belt wrapped across his chest is stretched away from his skin, then it snaps back, hitting right on both of his hardened nipples.
“Hah–” Illuga moans. The mild sting feels… incredibly good.
“Keep going, I want you to show me how much you appreciate my rewards,” Flins says calmly, his gloved hands again pulling the strap and releasing it.
The young man mewls a few more times before Flins touches his bare skin, gently stroking his lower belly. His heart beats faster and faster as he feels gloved hands moving upward to remove the belts.
Illuga’s torso is entirely naked.
His upper body seems lighter, yet his skin is burning as Flins’ cool thumbs encircle the sensitive area around his hardened nipples. Electricity flows under his skin as his vulnerable nipples are being pinched and squeezed by Flins’ gloved fingers.
He desperately tilts his head down in an attempt to watch his nipples being stroked mercilessly, yet the stupid blindfold keeps interfering with his vision.
Illuga groans harder and harder. Yet, his mind is cut off as Flins retracts his left fingers, and later replaces it with his watery tongue, licking over one nipple. Erotic noise fills the air as Flins licks the poor thing up and down and circular, tormenting it in all directions. Illuga can’t hide his shameless moan as Flins places the teeth on his left nipple, biting and pulling and sucking it.
Just foreplay and Illuga already wants to melt into Flins’ touch. That man already knows too much about Illuga. His sensitive area, favorite pace, favorite position and everything.
His pants crotch feels cramped. He is hardened.
“Hah… My rewards… Can I have more?” Illuga pleads during his gasp. He wants Flins’ mouth lower.
“Of course you can,” Flins’ voice remains nonchalant. “But you must know that rewards always come with punishment. Can you handle it?”
“…Everything for you, my Lord.”
His voice sounds so needy all of a sudden, Illuga is ashamed. But he can’t help, his cock is so hardened that it can crack a hole in his pants.
“Good. I still need to know what schemes you’ve plotted to make me fall for you so badly,” Flins speaks as his hand trails down, teasingly touching Illuga’s pants crotch and stroking the tip of it. “Be patient, or you’ll be punished.”
The warmth over his lower body is gone as Flins stands up. Clothes rustle again. Flins is removing his black attire, the young man guesses. However, Illuga still hears the sound of boots clicking on the stone-made floor.
Oh, Illuga knows what is going to happen next.
“The interrogation begins. Let’s see how well you understand my instructions,” Flins commands. “Open your mouth.”
The young man slightly tilts his head forward and opens, welcoming an enormous cylinder-shaped object occupying his mouth.
His tongue curls around the tip to estimate the size Flins used. Normally, he would adjust his cock to twice larger to fit Illuga’s mouth.
However, he is currently tasting Flins’ ridiculous Fae-sized cock. Nearly four times larger than Illuga’s.
He slides his tongue along the length, and swirls around the rough surface covered in blood veins. It’s so delicious to swallow the warm fluid slowly leaking from the fat cockhead, Illuga admits. Yet, he is sucking Flins’ manhood at a painfully slow pace because he can’t reach the base of the cock, and he is terrified of being choked by that thing in his mouth.
“Move faster. Stop when I tell you to.”
Illuga obeys. His mouth moves faster, tongue slides up and down the length, pressing more pressure to the tip of Flins’ cock. Even though Illuga is simply changing the speed, he can feel the manhood is twitching in exhilaration, his throat feels soaked as precum continuously drips down.
The taller man thrusts his manhood forward, fat cockhead pressing hard on Illuga’s throat. Illuga forces himself to endure as Flins shoves his cock deeper, filling and stretching his airways with the length, before retracting the member and thrusting it into his mouth again. His dry lips can barely touch the base of Flins’ cock, yet his throat is on fire as if claws are scratching his skin. He feels so suffocated, his eyes beneath the blindfold again shed tears.
However, his tongue still moves in sync with Flins’ thrust, sliding under the cock to lick it. Illuga struggles to free his hands from the binding and grab the enormous cock, but it’s no use.
“Stop.”
Flins stays still and intends to pull his cock away. Yet, Illuga still gulps and swallows as if he would die without tasting the hardened cock.
Flins isn’t even close to climax, Illuga realised. He stubbornly sucks the manhood, waiting for Flins to come in his mouth and flooding his throat with thick liquid.
Yet, Illuga’s pants crotch feels arousal as Flins raises his leg and gently massages the bulge with his boot toe.
“...!” Illuga lets out an incoherent sound of coughing and moaning. Despite the ridged surface of the boots, he feels… good.
Taking the opportunity, the taller male fully draws back his manhood and pulls his leg away from Illuga’s pants.
“I told you to stop,” Flins warns. “Yet you didn’t listen.”
Illuga hears the unbuckling sound of his belt. Flins is removing Illuga’s pants, pipe after pipe, rolling the thick fabric down.
The young man still has his underwear. Yet, his cock is painfully hardened. He is certain his poor underwear is already soaked in precum leaking from the tip of his member.
Illuga anticipates Flins to rip the last barrier off and takes the length in his mouth, only to feel Flins’ delicate fingertips teasing his miserable clothed foreskin.
“I intend to repay you for your obedience. However, your uncooperative attitude causes me to reconsider my decision.”
The taller male loosely curls his gloved fingers around the visible bulge on Illuga’s underwear, his strong thumb pressing the clothed tip harder.
“This is the last thing I can do. Show me you can follow my orders,” Flins says with a smirk. “I’ll add pressure to the cloth. You’ll do whatever you want to enlighten me.”
You are beyond ruthless, Flins. Illuga growls.
Yet, his body acts on its own. His hips desperately grind onto Flins’ slender fingers in repetitive motion, legs spread to receive more of his touch. Through the thin cloth of his underwear, Flins’ gloved hand feels rough against his hardened cock.
Despite the chilly air, sweat forms into pearls on Illuga’s flushed skin, rolling down his body. Pleasure soon overwhelms his body, sending waves of electricity and pain through his nerves. Illuga slightly opens his mouth, unable to suppress his soft moans.
The young man moves like that for a while, small whimpers reluctantly slip out. He wants Flins’ hand to be faster. However, that man still tortures him with such awfully slow pace. Illuga arches his back and rocks his hips harder, his clothed cockhead slamming onto Flins’ thumb for more pressure.
Illuga no longer cares about his humiliating position anymore.
He wants to come.
A few more strokes and he’ll come in his underwear.
The young man fastens his pace, sloppily rutting his clothed cock onto Flins’ hand. Sweat dampens the black cloth covering his eyes. His dark vision beneath the blindfold seems to sparkle as he nearly reaches climax, his mouth is so ready to open and scream.
Only one more stroke.
And Flins stops.
That cruel man withdraws his hand, abandoning Illuga’s unfinished cock twitching in distress. His member strains painfully against the wet fabric, begging for someone or something to give it a final blow and coming white.
Yet, Illuga feels nothing.
Fuck you. He curses the culprit of his ruined orgasm.
Illuga is boiling with rage. If he weren’t blindfolded, Illuga would throw a deadly glare at Flins as if he would kill him.
However, he is at a disadvantage with both hands restrained. Every muscle in his body shrieks for more and more. At worst, his hole feels so empty. It wants Flins.
Illuga must choose a different approach.
“…Please my Lord,” the young man pleads.
“Beg harder.”
“Please, come here. I need you.”
“Harder.”
“…Just fuck me already and put your cock inside me.”
“How bold of you,” Flins lets out a satisfied chuckle. “You’ve passed the examination. I shall release you from your punishment.”
Just as he finishes, Illuga hears the sharp cutting sound of metal behind his back. The rope wrapped around his wrists is loosened. His hands are free at last.
“Follow my lead. Place your hand on the surface I guide you,” the low voice echoes behind Illuga. “Remember, do not remove your blindfold until I tell you to.”
The taller man slowly pushes Illuga’s shoulder to guide him. As his arm hits a cold stone wall, Illuga realizes. He knows this position.
“Remove the last barrier and stand right there,” Flins commands. “Bend forward. Hands against the wall.”
The young man takes off his drenched underwear and tosses it away. His hardened cock bounces free, flushed and twitching. Ignoring the mortification, Illuga slightly spreads his legs while standing. He bends forward and lifts his ass up. Sweaty palms on the wall. His face must be so red, but he is too occupied with the painful arousal under his belly to even care.
He waits. Clicking sounds of boots being removed echo the room.
They must be both naked now. Perfect.
“Excellent,” Slippery sounds of lubricant catch his ears as Flins speaks, bringing arousal to his hole. “Consider this your reward for following my orders.”
Hurry up and do it, Illuga hisses.
Cold hands grab his hips. Flins is standing behind him. Illuga widens his eyes in fear as his entrance greets Flins’ hardened manhood.
That evil man is pushing his ridiculous Fae-sized cock into his hole.
This is the first time Flins doesn’t adjust his cock size before entering Illuga.
The young man choked. Is this even possible? Illuga can feel his muscle stretches to its limit as Flins inserts the manhood, steadily sliding the length into his tight hole. The fat cockhead, coated in a mess of precum and lube, presses against his prostate. Illuga clenches his muscle, embracing the enormous cock.
So full, Illuga gasps. And Flins hasn't even moved yet.
Strong hands squeeze his ass. The other hips behind Illuga move away, before slamming hard into his hole.
A loud yelp escapes Illuga. It’s extremely painful. His body seems to split apart every time Flins thrusts into his tight hole. Illuga attempts to relax his muscles, yet the tip of the cock keeps slamming right on his sensitive spot, making him instinctively squeeze around the length.
Flins only sinks half of the enormous cock into his hole, and Illuga already feels so dizzy. His breath hitches. Fingernails scratch the wall in an attempt to stay still.
The buildup stimulation from before catches Illuga. He’ll soon come.
Illuga adjusts the position for Flins to enter deeper. His hole pulls faraway from Flins’ cockhead, and sheaths it fully, his rim slamming the base of Flins’ manhood.
He just takes Flins’ ridiculous Fae-sized cock entirely in his hole.
Illuga cries out. He feels even fuller than before, so full that his body would burst into flame. His hole strains as if they’re about to tear and bleed. The cock throbs inside him, scattered veins along its skin feel rough against his inner muscle. The painful pleasure creeps through his body. His eyes grow moist.
The man behind Illuga groans, his motion stiffens at the foreign sensation.
Something has changed.
Ten seconds pass.
Illuga begins to lose his patience. He’s so close.
The young man intends to move his hips, grinding his hole onto Flins’ cock for more pressure. However, Flins retracts the member away from the tight hole.
Illuga turns his head around, begging for Flins to thrust fully into him. He can’t bear any more unfinished orgasms.
Slippery sounds of lube again fill the air.
“I’ve figured out the curse you planted on me,” Flins’ voice echoes as he pours the slick liquid onto their jointed parts. “It’s you, Illuga. You’re my curse.”
Who cares about that anymore?
“Unfortunately, I find myself unable to break from your spell,” the Fae continues, hands grabbing Illuga’s hips tighter. “Therefore, I shall make you mine.”
A shiver runs down his spine. By instinct, Illuga squeezes his hole.
And Flins stabs Illuga’s tightened hole with his monstrous hardened cock.
“Hah—” Illuga lets out a high-pitched moan. His cheek is pushed against the wall. Under the blindfold, his eyes snap open in shock.
“Scream louder. Let everyone know who’s making you plead."
“It’s you… Lord Flins— hah…” The young man obliges, a higher whimper escapes his mouth.
The Fae smirks. His hips thrust into Illuga, stretching his tight hole, cockhead smashing the prostate. He pulls his enormous cock away, then slams it, and pulls away, then slams it. His hand finds Illuga’s flushed cock, stroking it hard from the tip to the base.
And Illuga finally comes.
His cock twitches, spurting fluid on the floor. His vision sparks in white. Shameless wet moans leave his dry lips as Illuga dissolves into pleasure, burning his body in flame. He clenches painfully around Flins’ hardened cock.
However, Illuga feels not enough. His trembling body pushes against Flins’ hips for more friction.
“Tell me the first letter of the alphabet,” Flins’ wicked voice echoes.
Illuga is too lost in chasing his next orgasm to even bother about the nonsensical question out of nowhere.
He simply replies.
“Hah… The first letter is—ah…”
The Fae slams his cock into Illuga’s swollen prostate and pulls it away.
“I’m not hearing you. Try again.”
“It’s—ahh… hn…”
Flins smashes his cock forward. Faster and harder.
“Again.”
“Hah… mm…”
.
……..
.
“Tell me the first letter of the alphabet.”
“…”
No replies.
Illuga is breathless.
His mind is blank. He remembers nothing, even his language, aside from a cock brutally thrusting into his hole.
Incoherent sounds of his panting engulf the atmosphere. His legs feel weak from standing. Illuga kneels down, bending on all fours between their sloppy movements to catch his breath.
Yet, Flins is still thrusting mercilessly into his over-abused hole with such an absurd pace. That man doesn’t let the young man rest. He lowers himself the moment Illuga kneels down, squeezing Illuga’s both sides, and slamming his cock. The tip of his cock presses hard into the bunch of sensitive nerves, then slides deeper and deeper, smashing the deepest part of the stretched hole.
Illuga feels as if the air is pumped out of his body. His lower belly screams in pain.
He chokes. His eyes roll back. Shockwaves of electricity surge through his body.
Illuga comes again.
White liquid gushes out from his crimson cock, painting the floor with its wetness. His hole contracts around the still-moving large manhood inside him, begging for it to stay away, stop slamming into his deepest part.
It’s too much. Illuga can’t handle this. He’s about to collapse onto the floor. His hands slip from sweat. He falls. His cheek is pushed against the slick floor.
He wants to remove the stupid blindfold covering his vision. It’s so drenched in sweat and come as his head greets the cold floor.
Yet, just as his fingers touch the black cloth, that savage Fae grabs his wobbly legs, moving his ass away from the tip of Flins’ cock, and smashing it back to where it used to be. Scattered veins along the length cut into his flesh as if they could tear his muscle.
Flins wants to destroy his hole. That’s the reason for him to apply more lube than usual.
Illuga is unable to move on his own. Overstimulation catches up, his body feels ignited and slippery. Sweat falls like rain, making his skin glisten like oil.
“It seems like you don’t even remember your own language anymore.” Flins’ voice is coherent despite the obscene noise of skin slapping skin. “What else do you recall?”
“Hah… My name…”
“Tell me your name.”
“...Illuga.”
“Good.” The Fae lets out a satisfied chuckle, his hips still thrusting into Illuga’s hole. “I shall teach you my language from now on.”
And Flins stops moving.
Illuga takes his time to recover from the aftershock, before strong arms lift his shaky frame.
Holding Illuga in his arms, Flins places the young man on the empty bed nearby. He rotates Illuga onto his back, spreading the legs. Flins pushes those sweaty thighs up to shoulder level, and slams his cock into the tight hole.
Illuga jolts. His hands grip Flins’ shoulder, nails digging into the heated flesh. Sparks bursting across his vision as Flins thrusts into his prostate.
This is beyond torture.
Illuga wonders if this is how animals copulate. Because Flins is pumping in and out of his hole, sheathing the enormous manhood fully in the most violent pace Illuga has ever felt. As if they are breeding to reproduce offspring. The fat cockhead sloppily smashes his prostate, drifting into his deepest part, and pulling away near the entrance, and smashing in fully again.
Pornographic sounds soak the air as Illuga wails and huffs, his sweaty skin slapping onto Flins lower body for friction. The bedsheet is drenched in their sweet and slick essence, squeaking sounds drum as if the frame will be broken into pieces.
Their bodies seem to merge into one. The intimate position allows Flins’ heated skin to completely crush his swollen cock, tormenting both of his sensitive spots, setting his body aflame from the outside in.
And Illuga comes again.
Despite the intense orgasm, his cock can barely twitch and spill any more liquid. Illuga has already reached his limit. Overstimulation catches up. His thigh closes involuntarily as his hole is stretching around Flins for the third time. His back arches in terror, hips trying to pull away. Yet, that Fae still spreads his leg even wider, pushing his quivering thighs harder to shove deeper into his clenching hole. Ignoring the desperate wail praying for the taller male to stop, Flins still sinks his length into Illuga with monstrous thrust, burying his manhood in the warmth.
Tears stream down Illuga’s covered eyes, drenching the black blindfold with heated droplets. His body feels too numb to even lift a finger and take off the irritating cloth.
Flins bends down, his hypnotic voice ringing out between heavy growls.
“We shall start our lesson. This is the first letter. Repeat after me.”
It’s the letter ‘A’ in Fae language.
Illuga is completely drained. Between breathy moans, the younger man instinctively repeats the vowel he listens to.
“Great job. You’re ready to learn new words,” The Fae continues. “Repeat after me. ████”
“Hah… ████”
Flins slams his manhood harder into Illuga as he murmurs the foreign word.
It means ‘more’, Illuga faintly guesses in his daze.
“You exceed my expectations for a mere mortal,” Flins squeezes his thigh and thrusts in faster. “You deserve to be forever bound to me.”
“█ █ █ █ █ █, this is your name in my language. Repeat the next sentence, and this lesson shall be over.”
Alien terms escape Flins’ mouth as if he is reciting a binding contract.
“█, ███ ██████ █████ ██████ █ █ █ █ █ █, ████ ███████ ██████ ████ ██████ █████████████ █████.”
What the heck is this long sentence? Illuga hisses. Of course he can’t repeat it on his first try. His ears only manage to hear his name from Flins’ voice.
“Lord Flins–” Illuga gasps. “I want to see your lips. Otherwise, I can’t carry out your orders.”
“...Then you may remove your blindfold.”
The young man summons his remaining strength and lifts his hand. He rips away the damp cloth. Black and white gradually fade as color returns to his vision.
His red and blue pupils widen.
Illuga sees Flins above him between his trembling thighs, still abusing in and out his hole. Gorgeous dark blue hair, drenched in sweat and heat, falls on Illuga, tickling his sensitive skin. The heated pale torso and arms glisten as if his skin were glazed in oil.
The young man wearily sweeps his vision over Flins, drifting his gaze upwards to meet the male.
Sweat from Flins’ neck drops down his body. Dark yellow pupils drown in pure lust, piercing Illuga as if staring can cut his skin. His long eyelashes interlace as Flins blinks. Blue flame engulfs his weary vision, sending shivers down his body. Flickering blue light flares from the outer corner of Flins’ eye, trailing lightning along the way as the Fae pins his feral gaze on Illuga.
Red and blue eyes fixate at the wet lips above him. Flins is repeating that foreign language. His gaze lingers on those fangs as Flins whispers, mouth opening and closing.
The young man attempts to read Flins’ lips, imitating their mesmerizing movements. He can barely finish the whole sentence, yet it’s already enough for the Fae.
Flins lets out a thundering groan and slams hard into Illuga’s hole.
That man finally comes.
Illuga tightens his muscles to receive the eruption flooding his hole. The heated cock inside him pulsing and shooting seeds ceaselessly. Regardless of his pain from enduring, Illuga rocks his hips and squeezes his hole tighter, devouring the sweet essence into his belly.
The Fae slightly adjusts his cockhead to press against Illuga’s bunch of sensitive nerves, spurting coming right into the prostate.
And Illuga comes for the fourth time.
Time stops. His head spirals, eyes roll back at the unbearable pleasure. Blood surges through his veins, setting his body ablaze as if he were boiled alive. His hole weakly contracts around Flins. Overstimulation swamps his body.
Illuga wants to explode. He screams and moans at the extraterrestrial sensation overflowing his body. It’s grateful for the young man that no one but Flins can hear his mortifying howl.
The Fae retracts his member and gently places his sweaty body against Illuga.
“Young Master, am I being too rough?” The blue-haired Lightkeeper whispers, planting a soft kiss on Illuga’s forehead. “I apologize for getting carried away. I really am bad at this.”
Liar. Even though I couldn’t see anything until the very end, you seemed to enjoy yourself very much, Sir Flins. Illuga thinks in silence between his huffs.
“I don’t use the safe word, so it’s alright.” Illuga frowns. “But I must admit, you’re too harsh this time.”
The young man continues.
“I can’t believe you taught me your language like that, Sir Flins. Tell me, what does that last line mean?”
“I’m not telling you. It’s just a tease, I don’t want to bind you to my life forever.”
“But I don’t mind.”
“No. I mind.”
“….”
They both know the difference in lifespan between a Fae and a human is inevitable. That’s the reason Flins has never carried out the ritual of binding the young man’s name.
Only this time, the blue-haired Fae lost his restraint.
A trace of sadness appears at the corner of Illuga’s pretty eyes.
Flins breaks the silence.
“Please don’t think too much,” The taller man pinches Illuga’s soft cheek. “Smile fits you more.”
Flins stands up and scoops Illuga up in his arms, carrying him in bridal style.
“Let’s take a shower together, shall we?”
Normally, Illuga would refuse this cringe act. Yet, his legs are still sore from experiencing extreme sensation.
“Alright.” He stares at Flins’ grinning face. Those fangs are gone. “We’ll go through this matter again someday.”
“As you wish, Master Illuga.”
Out of curiosity, his mind again wanders at that foreign sentence, trying to guess its meaning. Illuga faintly remembers hearing his name. And the freaking lengthy words at the end must be Flins’ name (Illuga still recalls how it took him an eternity just to spell Flins’ full name correctly.)
Even if it’s just a tease, he'll be sure to trick the Fae into revealing the complete sentence.
The young man lets Flins hold him towards the bathroom. Their silhouettes fade as steam fills the place. The blue-haired man closes the door, leaving behind the cold room that had once burned with passion.