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When and how water became such a fixture in their relationship, Illuga had no idea; he only knew that his fate was sealed when he accepted the very first cup of water Flins offered him with a smile. Never accept things offered by the fae, or something like that, wasn’t it?
Well, too late.
At present, Illuga was so far gone that he could feel his mouth drying out at the mere sight of the lighthouse overlooking the Final Night Cemetery, his tongue rough like sandpaper in his mouth and his lips dry and rough from lack of moisture. By the look of it, Flins seemed to be too aware of Illuga’s predicament if the broad smile he had whenever he poured him not one, but two cups of water was anything to go by.
Whatever, water was just water, it was good for him and too much of it never killed anyone, or at least that’s what he thought.
Until, well, he felt like he was legit about to die.
Such a normal day, quite the recurring course of actions that made him feel safe and happy. Pack up some supplies, reach the isle, walk up the path towards the lighthouse, knock on the door only once for show, smile up at Flins as the other one opens it. Up on his toes he went while Flins bent down a little, their lips touching in a chaste kiss.
“Young Master.”
“Sir Flins.”
A laugh shared between the two of them before Illuga walked inside, dropped his pack on top of the table by the kitchenette, then reached for the cup of water already waiting for him. Flins, his fingers playing with the edge of Illuga’s coat as they started talking.
Flins, smiling at him and filling up his cup again as he started telling Illuga a new story of his — he had long stopped ending his stories in cliffhangers for Illuga was bound to return to him no matter what — as they got closer and closer. A laugh, a finger twirling his hair, Illuga’s unimpressed stare, Flins’ unashamed grin.
His coat falling down to the floor, Flins’ hands around his waist, sure and so strong as they picked him up to place him on top of the table. Sweet and deep kisses, so intense that they left him winded up, gasping for air as Flins took pity on his poor human lungs. Kisses down his neck, a warm tongue pressing against the edge of the scar climbing up his shoulder, Illuga’s legs circling around Flins’ waist until their erections brushed against each other.
Soft pants and deep moans and Flins’ tongue filling up his mouth, licking into it with such force and intent that the room started to spin around him.
“Have some more water, Young Master.”
Yet another cup as Flins pressed soft, open mouthed kisses down his shoulder, his arm, all the way to his wrist, over his palm until he looked up at Illuga through those thick eyelashes of his and took two of his gloved fingers into his mouth. At least he waited for Illuga to finish drinking for the sight itself made him choke on a moan.
“Sir Flins, you’d better bend me over this very table, or take me to your bed right now.”
Usually, Flins would bite back, talk Illuga in circles and touch him some more until he was thoroughly winded up, both physically and mentally, before taking things to the next step. For whatever reason — maybe it was the barely concealed hunger in his eyes — Flins seemed to be eager to skip some of the foreplay for he grabbed Illuga by his ass right away, securing him in his embrace, before he carried Illuga all the way to the bed.
So really, nothing new.
Flins undressed him with care, yet he did not waste a moment in unwrapping Illuga of his clothes. He only stopped to bite and suckle on his nipples for a moment, abusing them until they peebled under his lips, until Illuga arched off the bed and moaned his name so loud even the ghosts roaming outside the lighthouse must have heard. Down he went, his tongue drawing nonsensical patterns along Illuga’s skin, dipping slightly into his navel before Flins’ mouth went lower.
Off with his boots, his pants, his underwear.
“What kind of lord would, ah, would get in bed still wearing his boots?” He barely managed to say, his voice dying out when the head of his cock hit the back of Flins’ throat.
Flins who simply ignored him in favour of hollowing his cheeks, swallowing around Illuga’s already throbbing cock. It felt so good, warm and tight and with the perfect, barest hint of teeth behind it that Illuga arched his back again, toes curling as his legs started trembling around Flins’ head.
“N–no, no please wait Flins!”
With great reluctance and some few more licks, for good measure, Flins pulled away, leaving Illuga’s cock wet and sensitive to the cool air of the room. His entire body was on fire just from some kissing and Flins’ mouth, a deep ache in his core making him dizzy with need and pleasure. It felt like he was going to spill any moment then, and he wanted to, oh how he wanted. It was only that…
“I want you inside.”
Flins’ sly smile made him roll his eyes but the fae obliged right away, his clothes melting off his body in a show of azure flames, their edges licking at Illuga’s skin where his legs were still connected with Flins’ body. A very neat trick that saved Illuga of a lot of labour — Flins’ outfit was an atrocity of belts and layers — and left his entire body tingling, the flames both hot and warm at the same time, something his mind couldn’t decide on. Or, perhaps, that was simply how they were; Flins never fully explained how they worked, but his excuse was at least acceptable.
He simply couldn’t put in words something that was so fundamentally him, for Illuga to really understand.
“Your wish is my command, Master Illuga.”
Still so slow and careful, yet just as direct, Flins wasted no time to coat his fingers in oil.
“One, or two, beloved?” he asked, as if he wasn’t rubbing the pads of two fingers across Illuga’s hole already.
“In, now.”
Flins’ fingers sank into him with little resistance despite the quite long time they spent separated, unfortunate Wild Hunt attacks and obligations keeping them away for far too long. Still, Illuga’s body reacted as if it did not care about the laws of anatomy, his muscles relaxing, his insides all but begging Flins for more, a reaction that did not escape the fae’s ever so watchful eyes.
Flins smiled, his lips pressing a long kiss over the crease at Illuga’s hip as he curled his fingers, dragging his well trimmed nails over Illuga’s prostate. “So eager, so ready for me.”
Ugh!
“Are you ready for another one, Young Master Illuga?” Flins went on, uncaring for how Illuga hid his face in the crock of his elbow as Flins decided to massage his prostate. “Have you missed me so much, my little nightingale?”
Yes, yes he did! And Flins knew it, how could he not? Illuga always missed him…
“Deep breaths, love.”
One shaky breath after another, Illuga managed to pull himself together enough to push himself into Flins’ hand, his own arm falling to the side on top of the bed as he looked down at the fae pressing little kisses up the shaft of his cock. A wave of molten warmth filled him up at the sight of it, the way Flins was curling his fingers up into Illuga’s prostate not helping him at all with his struggles to maintain his composure.
It was exactly because he missed Flins so much that Illuga wanted to last, otherwise Flins would take his time for the rest of the night and Illuga wanted, needed him so badly it hurt, the sensation coiling deep inside his gut.
“If you don’t add that third finger already, I’ll return all your half assed reports for a rewriting.”
Now that got Flins going.
“Cruel, so cruel to me, Master Illuga,” the fae bemoaned, but complied all the same, that trademark grin of his stealing all the air from Illuga’s lungs as he shoved three fingers into him, wasting no time to rub them into Illuga’s prostate. “Have you no mercy for my suffering?”
“Y–you, ah, you’ll survive!”
Flins’ chuckle was light and sweet and Illuga was barely able to keep his eyes open, the warmth pooling low in his belly so comforting, so deep it almost hurt. Still, he refused to give in, not so easily.
“Flins!”
A velvety soft hum, the tip of a wet tongue lapping at the weeping head of his cock as those long, so very skilled fingers abused his insides. It was really too much, suddenly so intense Illuga felt like crying.
“Please,” with a wet, trembling voice, he begged some more. Two could play this game of theirs. “Kyryll, no more, I beg of you.”
It worked like a charm, as it always did.
Flins did not scramble, no, he always moved with too much poise and grace for such a word to fit him, but it was close enough. A final kiss to the head of Illuga’s cock as those clever fingers retreated, lips retracing their early journey up his body, that wicked tongue dipping into his navel, teeth against the quivering muscles of his stomach, around his already abused nipples, over the entire length of his scar, up to his face. Slowly, with infinite care, Flins kissed the tears off Illuga’s cheeks before he kissed his mouth.
“Would you turn on your front, my love?”
Flins could ask anything of him at that point, and Illuga would probably do it without much of a second thought. He preferred to see Flins’ face, but he wasn’t against rolling over, his knees sliding up the bedsheets for him to present himself to Flins’ hungry eyes.
“Perfect,” the fae murmured, kissing down Illuga’s spine. “I need to be as deep inside of you as possible, please understand.”
Oh, Illuga understood alright.
The need to have Flins in him was, frankly speaking, embarrassing, so the position was probably doing him a favor because he could hide his flushed cheeks and open mouth and glassy eyes in Flins’ pillow as the man’s hands — broad and warm and just so so good — grabbed his ass. It was there that Flins stopped for a moment, his fingers kneading Illuga’s flesh, his thumbs catching in the rim of his opening and pulling, gently as not to hurt, but sure and steady, opening him up around nothing.
Yes, the pillow was his new best friend!
“Beautiful.”
Ugh!
“If you don’t stop staring, I will scream.”
With an amused chuckle, one of Flins’ hands left his ass and Illuga was already mourning the loss of Flins’ thumbs stretching him open before he felt the moist, bulbous head of his lover’s cock smearing precum over his hole.
“You will scream either way, Master Illuga.”
His response died in his throat as Flins pushed inside of him in one deep, smooth thrust and Illuga did scream, his teeth catching into the pillowcase as his body went up in flames, and that had nothing to do with Flins’ nature. There was something about the position, about being filled up to the brim, Flins hands back on his ass to grab him and keep him flush to his own pelvis, that made Illuga’s insides melt and his mind empty out.
Good, it was beyond good, it was divine, so good that it ached.
“Move,” he commanded, asked, begged, or better said, mumbled into the pillow but Flins understood him anyway.
“I missed you too, Illuga.”
Oh, now he was getting sentimental and straightforward!
“Then show it.”
Flins’ hum was syrupy thick and smoky dark as he pulled out oh so slowly, the drag of his cock against Illuga’s walls sending sparks of pleasure up his spine.
“As you wish.”
Maybe, under other circumstances, the way Illuga screamed again when Flins thrust back inside would have been truly embarrassing, yet he couldn’t care that much about it anyway. The angle, the pent-up desire accumulated over so many lonely days, the way Flins’ nails were digging into the flesh of his ass, the way his cock was spearing Illuga open over and over again, how could he simply keep quiet from all of that?
“Yes,” he babbled, his tongue heavy, his lips wet — he was probably drooling over the pillow, oh how embarrassing — as he arched his back and pushed into Flins’ thrusts. “Just like that, please, just like that.”
As always, Flins was the perfect lover.
Even if he was fucking Illuga as if his life depended on it, his movements were so careful, so controlled as to bring Illuga pleasure first and foremost that he couldn’t help himself.
“More,” Illuga begged, fisting the sheets in his hands at the spike of pleasure spearing him through the lower part of his abdomen, the sensation so intense it brought tears to his eyes. “Flins, Flins please,”
“Shush, shush my love,” Flins murmured, sweet and tender, his words mindless cooing as Illuga knew well enough that Flins loved to hear his voice. “I’ll give you everything, anything for my beloved nightingale.”
It was then, when Flins bent over him, his bigger body fully enveloping Illuga’s trembling form, his knees knocking Illuga’s legs just a little bit wider, that Illuga realised just exactly what was happening. The clarity of his predicament came to him when Flins started to rut into his body, slow but deep and powerful thrusts that at that angle managed to bully Illuga’s prostrate relentlessly.
The cherry on top? Flins’ hand slid around Illuga’s body, broad and warm and so sure as it pressed against the underside of his stomach as if he was trying to feel just how deeply his cock was buried inside of Illuga.
It was like that, when the drag of Flins’ cock against his sensitive prostrate sent an almost painful shiver up his spine, when tension began to coil right under Flins’ palm, that Illuga realised. The water, the damned water!
The pain coming from his bladder was sweet, laced with the honey thick edge of an impending release and it felt good, it felt so good that Illuga was going to perish right there and then! To make matters worse, Flins seemed to feel that he was caught up into something, his thrusts somehow even deeper, harder, as he used his hand to pull Illuga closer to his body.
Oh, oh no no.
“Flins,” he said, trying to explain himself only to end up moaning into the pillow, wet and broken as Flins’ cock breached him so much deeper than before. Or maybe it was all in his mind, his perception of pleasure distorted from the tightness of his bladder, the rawness of his prostate paired with it. “Please, I, Flins I’m…ah, w–wait, Flins!”
Usually, Flins knew how to read him well enough to tell when Illuga was truly asking him to stop, but Illuga himself wasn’t doing a good job at being honest either. It was embarrassing, shameful to such a degree that he felt like sobbing, but it felt so good he didn’t really want for it to stop.
But if they didn’t stop, then he’d…
No, that’s just too much! He had to stop Flins.
“Please,” once again, trying desperately to get the words out yet his back was arching just so for Flins to reach deeper inside, the girth of his cock barely pulling out forcing Illuga’s hole to stay open, molding it in the shape of Flins’ cock. “Please, I, I’m…”
If Flins were to press his hand just a little bit harder, to grind just a little bit deeper, but no! Illuga had to stop it, he couldn’t, no, even if it felt so good he could feel tears running down his cheeks. Why did it feel so good?
“Illuga?” Flins finally caught on, slowing down to peer a little at Illuga’s face over his shoulder. “You sound…distressed?”
Come on Illuga, just tell him, be honest, you’ve confessed to so many secrets already, he knows you, loves you, this is nothing. Flins would understand.
“Stop,” Illuga muttered, tilting his head to the side to hide his burning cheek away from Flin’s inquiring gaze.
“May I ask why?” his lover whispered, that lovely voice of his carrying a trace of distress and oh by Solovei’s spear Illuga was going to smother himself into the pillow. “Did I hurt you?”
And their reunion was going so well.
“I, I need to go, ah, to the bathroom.”
Flins’ confused noise made him swear under his breath.
“The water…”
A moment, then another, and Flins body startled at his back with the realisation. Yet he did not pull away.
Why did he not pull away?!
Instead, the tips of his fingers pressed a little bit harder into Illuga’s stomach and he was going to scream and not out of pleasure — even if that felt really really good. “Oh, so it’s like that.”
That, that fae! That! Ugh!
“Does it feel good?” Flins asked, genuine curiosity in his voice and Illuga felt faint.
What was he…
“Yeah,” he found himself responding, a little bit distracted by the way Flins’ hand was slowly massaging his lower belly, the fingertips applying more and more pressure with each motion. “But, this…it’s a little bit, you know! I need to go, I’m sorry.”
“You could let go.”
What…
“I am not fully versed in the workings of a human body,” his lover went on, his voice tender and full of honesty and Illuga was going to be sick. Surely, he wasn’t implying what Illuga thought he was implying, right? “But I think it would feel very pleasurable for you.”
He was! He was implying it!
“I do not mind in the slightest, Illuga.”
There was something wrong with Flins, there had to be!
“But it’s your call.” With a last press of his fingertips which left Illuga wheezing out a gasp, his hole twitching uncontrollably around Flins’ cock as pleasure and pain mingled together, Flins nuzzled the side of his face enough to kiss away a tear still caught in Illuga’s eyelashes. “If it brings you pleasure, then it will inevitably do so to me too. Anything you do and all that you are, I love every part of it.”
Oh, him and his honeyed words and his loving touches and accepting nature and apparently, freaky streak too.
“Go on,” he found himself saying before he could fully process the decision itself. “I’ll…I’ll get you a new mattress.”
Flins’ only response to that was to laugh.
“Don’t laugh,” Illuga whined, the sound turning into a high pitched keen as Flins started moving again.
Oh, that was so much worse!
“Shush, Young Master,” the fae whispered, his voice a sweet lullaby as he started fucking Illuga like it was his only meaning in life, his cock angled just so to ram into his poor prostrate. “Less talking, more enjoying the moment.”
Hell, it was hell on earth but Illuga loved it either way.
The building pressure against his bladder made him dizzy, his mind blank at the edges as he panted into the pillow. His body was on fire, sweat drenching his back as he felt his entire existence like an open nerve, raw and stretched to the point of snapping.
“That’s it, just like that, let go.”
If he had been able to talk, Illuga would have had some choice words for Flins! But he was unable to, his blood boiling in his veins as his ears started to ring, his insides feeling so sensitive already it was driving him crazy. He felt himself twitching around Flins’ cock, clasping it tightly while his mind was telling him that he was probably perfectly loose already from having Flins’ cock so deep inside for so long. Maybe, if Flins wanted, but he wouldn’t, not in those circumstances, but if he did…maybe he’d want to stay inside, just like that for a little bit.
Poison! That fae was poison to Illuga’s mind!
“Good, you’re doing so well Illuga, I can feel how close you are, my little nightingale.”
It was only then that the world came back to him, the sounds of his sobs and the wet noises of their coupling, Flins’ ragged breathing and filthy words he was whispering into Illuga’s ear.
“Just a little bit more, right?” he murmured, his hand sprawled against Illuga’s stomach, the pressure increasing so very slowly that it left Illuga gasping for air, his entire body tensing up for the inevitable outcome. “You’re so precious, pure perfection.”
It hurt, it hurt so good he was going to scream, liquid fire pooling deep in his gut, low in his belly right under Flins’ hand, in between that increasing pressure and his cock bullying his hole and prostrate. Never, never before did Illuga feel so good.
“Come on, beloved. Come, accept it, spill everything you have for me.”
With a more forceful push of his hand and the most delicious thrust of his cock, Flins sent him over the edge.
It all felt like a blur, like Illuga was floating, his senses stretched so thin that he had to scramble to gather them back together. The faraway sound of his scream, wet and choked off. The trembling of his body, so intense that Flins had to press his entire weight on top of Illuga to contain his twitching. The sweet, sweet lull of his release, a gentle flow that spilled over the banks of his composure, a flood that swept him under as his cock twitched, emptying of his cum on the bedsheets under him.
Impossibly good.
“Flins, Flins, Flins, Flins,” he heard himself calling out, so very far away, his entire body tingling over, his lungs burning until the entire world seemed to tilt to the side.
“Shush, I’m here Illuga, I’m here, that’s it, breathe, come on you’re so close beloved, that’s it.”
It was only then that he realised he had been suffocating himself with the pillow. Well, there were few other better ways to die than asphyxiating yourself in your lover’s pillow while he ruined your insides from behind.
One of them was actually said lover holding him close to his chest, laying side to side on the bed as his hand still pressed hard against Illuga’s stomach while his other hand reached in between his legs for two of his fingers to plunge into his gaping hole. Oh, it wasn’t over yet.
“Let go Illuga, you can let go now, it’s alright my dear nightingale.”
Oh.
He couldn’t tell what exactly happened, only that Flins’ fingers found his prostrate, the pads pressing so deep into the poor nerve at the same time as his hand pressed against Illuga’s stomach, he must have blacked out for he knew nothing at all. Or, at least for a blissful moment.
Then, it all blended together.
The warmth of liquid spilling over his stomach, dripping down to seep into the mattress. Flins’ fingers, sending painful waves of pleasure through his body as he milked his prostrate. His encouraging words, all merging into the sweetest of sounds as he pressed his mouth to the side of Illuga’s head, the movement of his lips and the security of his embrace the only anchoring point Illuga had as he arched his back, his sensitive cock spurting liquid for what felt like an eternity.
It hurt, but it felt better than any of the orgasms he’s experienced before, yet another flood that simply overwhelmed him.
He could have been crying, babbling, screaming, he couldn’t tell anymore as the sweet lull of release started to pull him under. Vaguely, he wondered why it took him so long to finish, his mind hazy as wetness splashed over his skin.
“Good, you’re doing so good, my beautiful, dear Illuga.”
Or, was it all ending too fast?
He really couldn’t tell.
He really felt detached from his body, unable to really feel the pleasure anymore, knowing only that it felt good, and then he knew no more.
Sensations and feelings came back to him after what felt like an eternity, his body and mind both aching and feeling raw, bruised. He was warm, that he could tell, and held against a sturdy chest while lips kept traveling up and down his face, his neck, sometimes stopping into his hair.
“Go to sleep, my love.”
But—
“Rest, Illuga.”
The mattress, and Flins himself who didn’t get to come, or did he? Illuga couldn’t tell, his mind sluggish, his thoughts jumbled and his body so very heavy.
“All is well.”
If Flins said so, then it must be.
“I love you so very much.”
Illuga loved him too, even if he was still so full of surprises.
“Sleep now.”
And Illuga slept, feeling worn out but also loved and cared for, feeling so good that he almost couldn’t believe it was real.