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Flins’ lips ghost over the soft skin of your shoulder, pulling you just a little tighter against his body. His hand, previously resting on your stomach, slowly inches up until he cups your breast. You let out a sigh when he kneads the supple flesh, leaning into his gentle touches.
“Good morning, dearest,” he mutters when he feels you stir. You can’t help a small smile at his soft voice. It lulls you out of your slumber, carrying you carefully back to the waking world. You hum in response, your throat too dry yet to speak.
Normally, Flins would allow you to doze some more—he doesn’t mind your need for easy mornings. Today, however, he reaches for the flask sitting on the bedside table before helping you sit up. Reluctantly, you take a few sips of its contents.
You only realise why he’d urged you to it: he’s eager. Even if it goes unspoken, you can tell by the way his hand rests on your waist, and he leans in to kiss the side of your neck. You huff a laugh keenness, finishing your drinking before you put the flask away once more.*
“Forgive me,” the Lightkeeper mutters as his lips trail down to your collarbones. You shake your head at his apology and reach up to brush your hand through his soft locks. His long hair rests over his back, framing him beautifully. It drapes down his shoulder when he moves down to your ribs and belly. Heat pools in your lower stomach as you imagine where this will go, and your thighs squeeze together subconsciously. Flins’ cold hand travels down your side, your sensitivity making you take in a soft gasp.
Lips cover every bit of your skin, warming your chest with love despite the coolness of his body. If you cried, no words would be spoken about it—simply another kiss would be given, and a thumb wiping the tear away.
Despite there being no need for it, Flins halts himself and looks up at you. Despite there being no need for it, he asks: “May I?” And despite there being no need for it, you nod with permission and brush his bangs out of his eyes.
And so, he wraps his hands around your thighs and sinks his teeth meticulously into the skin there. He doesn’t use much force—it doesn’t hurt—but he does so, anyway. You aren’t sure why, but you don’t bother asking questions. It feels good.
He does this a few times over, pressing a kiss in apology to each bite, before he finally turns his attention to the important part. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as his gaze falls on your pussy. Embarrassingly, you’re already wet and glistening from the treatment he’s given you. You swear you can see him smile before his tongue finds your folds.
You sigh with pleasure when he laps up the slick that’d formed, before moving higher and meeting your clit. Your hand in his hair tightens a tad with encouragement. While Flins is generally quiet in his demeanour and speech, he’s far from quiet now. He drinks in your fluids, licks at your bud like he’s a parched man despite his lack of need for water.
Each flick sends a twitch through your body and forces a moan from your lips. Flins’ thumb rubs over the side of your thigh as if to comfort you in advance before it pulls away. He lifts his head for a moment, his eyes lidded and focused on you as he presses a now-free finger into your entrance. It doesn’t feel like much at first, but you know what’s to come.
It glides in easily, and he quickly adds a second one. Flins pumps them for a few moments before you can feel them curl inside of you. A sharp gasp is forced from your throat at the feeling. Seeing your reaction, he quickly dives back in.
His tongue laps at your clit in time with his thrusting fingers, causing your thighs to shake and close around his head. He doesn’t mind, of course. He never has.
It’s not long before you pull him tightly by his hair, pressing his face against your cunt as you twitch and grind against his lips. Pleasure shoots through you, finally clenching around his fingers as your cum with a shout. Gradually, he slows down and allows you to fall gracefully from your orgasm, letting you ride it out until it fades into a gentle waves of pleasure.
When he lifts himself, you notice his eyelashes have become wet, and you grin sheepishly at him. He smiles back, licking the slick off his fingers before he leans down.
“I love you, princess,” he mutters with a kiss to your ear. Your arms come to wrap around his neck, pulling him down onto you.
“I love you,” you sigh happily in response.
It’s peaceful, then. Quiet. The hum of silence fills the air until your ears strain just enough to hear the waves lapping distantly at the shore. Still, you can sense Flins’ restless energy.
You open your eyes and look down at the man. He looks back at you. His ears redden and he looks away. You can’t fight a smirk at his embarrassment when you feel his erection pressing into your leg.
“Do you want to do something about it..?” you ask with a rub of his cheek.
“Do you mind?” he asks after a moment of hesitancy. You, of course, shake your head. If anything, you were hoping this wouldn’t be the end of it.
You lean down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. He lingers for a moment before he smiles and leans into you for a second one—a longer one. You melt into his body as your lips dance together and he lifts his body off of yours. His hand finds your waist once more, holding it gently as you arch your back into him.
Flins groans at the feeling and presses closer to you, kissing you more urgently.
“I’m finding it difficult to restrain myself, dearest,” he mutters against your lips. “You’re so…” He trails off for a moment, pulling back so his eyes rake over your body. He meets your gaze again. “So perfect for me.”
Your cheeks heat up at the praise, a shy smile forming. With another short kiss, he takes his neglected cock in hand and pumps it one… two… three times before he lets out a shaky sigh. Composed, poised, perfect Flins. You wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer to your core.
“Are you ready?” he asks, to which you nod once more.
Slowly, he presses into you. Flins is above average, but not so big that it hurts you. It slips in easily, yet fills you up so perfectly. When he finally bottoms out, you both groan in unison at the feeling. You swear you feel him tremble just slightly as he keeps himself still to let you adjust. You let your nails rake over his back slightly in an attempt of comfort.
“Love,” you mutter breathily after a few moments. “You can move.”
He doesn’t let you tell him twice. Restrained, careful, controlled Flins thrusts into you with urgency. His cock reaches parts of you his fingers couldn’t, and it sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your thighs around his body tighten as you gasp and moan into his ear, and he, in turn, pants and groans into yours.
Skin slapping against skin fills the room’s previous silence as your breaths mingle to form one. He presses his forehead against yours, his bangs damp with the effort.
“I love you,” he gasps as you clench around him. Eccentric, distant, cold Flins repeats these words like a mantra. With every thrust, he reminds you of the adoration he holds for you, and with every thrust, you feel it wholly.
“You feel so good,” he adds breathlessly. “Made for me… So perfect.”
When he reaches down to brush over your clit, you spasm in his hold and cry out his name, cumming on his cock. You sink your teeth into the flesh of his shoulder, making him gasp and stutter as he spills deep into you.
He finally stills his movements, both panting to catch your breaths. Your hand cups his cheek, your eyes cracking open to meet his gaze. He looks as dazed as you feel, drunk on the primal pleasure of your bodies.
He rolls you over carefully, making sure he remains inside of you as he wraps you in his arms. You don’t know how long you rest there; how long you remain unmoving as you bask in his presence. You don’t care to know. You could be in his arms for eternity and you’d be content.