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Along the black shore of Starsand Shoal two figures, leisurely walking while holding hands, make their way to the Lighthouse standing in the Final Night Cemetery. They don't mind the trek all the way there from the Clink-Clank Krumkrake Craftshop as every minute they spend together, whether it involves tedious engineering classes or not, is a minute well spent as long as they are together.
But out of nowhere the taller of the two stops, halting their travel, "May I ask why are you pouting, young master Illuga?", Flins asks his beloved, turning to look down at him.
"I'm not", Illuga lies and Flins can't really be sure whether the young ratnik is doing it on purpose or if he's really ignorant of the adorable way his bottom lip juts out and his cheeks puff.
Flins has to stifle a laugh but nonetheless he lets his lips turn up in a smile, "Then, why are you frowning? I may have arrived a little bit later than accorded but ultimately we managed to escape from Miss Aino's class, shouldn't you be delighted about it?".
"I am but...", Illuga looks away and somehow he's pouting even more than before, making it increasingly difficult for Flins to hold back his need to bite down on his cheeks, "We... We were supposed to have a date today...", he murmurs, his hand twitching in Flins' hold.
A surge of affection flutters in Flins' chest—oh, how adorable and lovely his dear boy is, upset that their plans of today, a rare free day for the two of them, got suddenly interrupted. Seeing his reaction Flins can guess that, despite how much of a workaholic he can be, Illuga was probably looking forward to Flins' promise of back then to spend almost a whole day together as much as the fae was.
Feeling awfully fond of this little nightingale, Flins brings the hand in his grasp towards his lips and kisses the knuckles, "Please don't be upset, my love, there are still a few hours of daylight left for us to make the most of".
He starts walking again, lightly tugging at Illuga to follow along, "But we should hurry, there's still at least another half an hour until we reach—"
Sometimes Flins forgets about the strong muscles that Illuga hides beneath that thick coat of his, and right now he's reminded of it by the way Illuga yanks his hand and his body slams against his beloved's, who swiftly wraps his arms around Flins' waist and buries his face on his chest. On instinct his own arms move to hug Illuga back, his body warm against his, "Young master...?".
"I want you...", Illuga says, his voice lightly muffled.
It is undoubtedly adorable how clingy Illuga can be, wanting Flins all to himself and genuinely becoming upset over the time they'd lost that they could've spent together. He rubs Illuga's back in a soothing manner and hums, "So do I. Let us go back to the Lighthou—"
"No, I want you now", the young ratnik interrupts him, lifting his head to look straight into Flins' eyes, allowing the fae to see how serious Illuga is being and how unrestrained lust shines in those beautiful dual colored eyes. Oh dear, Flins certainly wasn't expecting Illuga's emotions to take such a route so early before Flins could even put his plan for tonight into action, which involved warming Illuga up by cuddling in front of the fire after a fulfilling dinner.
"Here and now?", Flins lifts an eyebrow at him and Illuga nods, fully determined.
Flins can't help the smirk on his lips, "My, what a bold boy you've become, dear young master". He tucks a lock of hair behind Illuga's ear before cupping his face, thumbs tenderly caressing fair cheeks that are turning pink by the second, "I wonder if I unknowingly brought you down this path or if you've always been secretly like this".
The pout returns along with a harsh pinch at Flins' waist, "Does it matter? Either you touch me or I'll schedule an intensive course at the Krumkrake Craftshop just for you, Sir Flins".
The fae shudders just thinking about it, "Please do not come up with such horrifying punishments, whatever you want to do I'll do it, my dear", he's quick to placate Illuga.
"Good", Illuga says before taking hold of the front of Flins' coat to yank him down, their mouths clashing against each other but neither mind the slight pain of it, soon enough losing themselves into the heated kiss.
To think that Illuga at first had been shy whenever they kissed but nowadays, as he grew confident in their relationship and came to realize that he needed to do as such to try to have an upper hand on Flins, Illuga kisses him by pouring all his love and desperation into it, so much that even a chaste kiss morphs into something wet and heated if they are not careful enough to hold back in time.
They could stay like this for hours, with their mouths locked in a searing kiss, tongues messily swirling around each other's as spit coats their chins, but Flins knows that neither him or Illuga—especially Illuga—have the patience to do as such at this moment. He regretfully breaks the kiss to lean down and hoist Illuga up in his arms, who wraps his legs around his waist on instinct. Flins kisses him again, Illuga quickly getting into it again as the fae walks towards the nearest cliff wall, all while his hands unabashedly fondle Illuga's supple ass and thighs, prompting a pleased moan from the back of the young ratnik's throat.
Flins is careful when pressing Illuga against the rocky wall and he knows that they could go to the nearby cave that's only a few steps away— more so considering that there are Fatui campsites not too far away—so as to get a bit more of privacy but where would be the fun in that? And not to mention that with how small Illuga is Flins' bigger frame easily hides him (more than once whenever they are talking face to face and a fellow Lightkeeper comes looking for Illuga they completely miss him because Flins was accidentally hiding him away from view). Another advantage of his higher height is how easy it is for him to cage Illuga against his body, keeping him pinned to the cliff wall and unable to escape the fae's hold whether he wants to or not (as if Flins would even let something like that happen in the first place).
With how close they are, his groin pressed directly against Illuga's, even through the layers of their clothing Flins can feel the heat of Illuga's core; if he were to guess he's positive that his beloved is already wet, soaked to the point it won't take long for both his underwear and pants to get ruined if Flins doesn't pull them down before that can occur. A tempting thought, one that Flins is more than eager to bring to reality but the feeling of Illuga shoving at his shoulders to try to pull him away halts his thoughts.
Reluctantly Flins pulls away, relishing in the sight of the threads of spit that momentarily keep their mouths connected before he licks them away with a flick of his tongue.
"What is it, my dear?", he asks, his hands still fondling the young ratnik's thighs to his liking.
"Pull me down, I want to try something", Illuga whispers, his lips swollen and Flins' own likely the same.
Despite his always present need to keep Illuga in his hold, in all honesty Flins is actually very weak when it comes to Illuga, always wanting to fulfill his every wish and whim, and right now he makes no exception; he nods before carefully putting his dear young master's legs down until his feet touch the black sand beneath them. He puts his hands at each side of Illuga's head as he watches with rapt attention how his beloved hooks his fingers in the waistband of his pants and tugs them down, his white cotton panties included, stopping until they are bunched midthigh. Just as Flins expected Illuga is already wet, the plump folds of his pretty pussy glistening and strings of slick connecting his cunt with the soaked fabric of his underwear.
Such a lovely yet lewd sight makes Flins' mouth water and his cock twitch between the confines of his increasingly tight pants but luckily Illuga takes hold of his belt, dexterously unbuckling it with how many times they've undressed each other, and pulls out his hardening cock from his own pants and underwear, coaxing a small groan from Flins at the sensation of his small and gloved hand around his length. A glance to Illuga's face lets him see how the young ratnik is biting on his bottom lip, watching attentively as he strokes Flins a few times to get him completely hard and, oh, how Flins aches to eat him whole.
It doesn't take long at all for Flins to get fully hard and once his cock stands at its whole length Illuga uses his free hand to pull Flins closer by the waist until the head brushes against his soft and plump cunt.
"Like this, just—just the tip", Illuga says shyly, refusing to look him in the eyes and instead keeping his gaze firmly on Flins' cock, watching how a bead of precum is smeared over his folds.
"Oh? It isn't like you not to be greedy for my cock, dear Illuga", Flins teases him, quite surprised by such a request but getting to see the way his beloved's cheeks turn a bright red is so unbelievably endearing that he doesn't mind.
"Indulge me, won't you?", Illuga finally looks at him with a cute frown on his face that Flins kisses away.
"As you wish".
His hands take their rightful place at Illuga's waist, so tiny that his fingers could easily meet if he tried, and inches closer; with how wet Illuga is, Flins' cock slides right in between the chubby folds of his pretty little cunt, making the two of them gasp at the bolt of pleasure such a small gesture gives them. Despite how he aches to be inside of Illuga right now and enjoy the hot and tight warmth of his pussy, Flins holds back his desire and instead he moves slowly, thoroughly relishing in the drag of his cock in between the soft folds of Illuga's pussy as he pulls away, letting his beloved feel every vein and ridge of his shaft and the blunt head nudging at his clit, prompting a breathy moan from Illuga.
Flins gives a slow and measured thrust and when he looks down he can appreciate why Illuga wanted them to have sex like this; at this angle Flins can see how his dear young master's mound, a plump little thing that never fails to destroy Flins' sanity, swallows his cock despite him not being actually inside of Illuga but giving the illusion of such. What a lewd manner for Flins to use his beloved's pussy but he's not complaining at all, entranced by how his cock is already shiny, coated in Illuga's sweet slick whenever he withdraws.
Unable to stop himself from teasing Illuga, Flins purposely grinds his cock right against his clit, bumping into the small bundle of nerves with purpose.
"Ngh...", Illuga clings to his shoulders, his thighs clenching unconsciously and making Flins groan at the added tightness.
He moves a bit faster, spurred by his dear Illuga's sweet reactions, and his cock slides back in between his glistening folds, nestled so intimately. Flins leans down to lock his lips with Illuga's, unable to spend another second without being inside of the young ratnik one way or another, his tongue invading the other's mouth and leaving Illuga pliant and helpless to the fae's overwhelming hunger for him.
At a particular thrust the cockhead catches on Illuga's weeping entrance for a brief second, making him shiver and break the kiss. "Flins, please, put it in", he begs sweetly, his eyes wet already with unshed tears of pleasure.
Flins wants to bully him, let those tears fall down his flushed cheeks and see how pretty Illuga looks while crying... but perhaps he'll save it for later when they are at the Lighthouse—he did tease his precious boy too much already by arriving late to pick him up from the class, so he'll try to be a bit more lenient now.
He smooches his cheek and with one hand grasps his cock to press the blunt head directly against Illuga's pussy hole, playing with it by adding a bit of pressure before letting go to rut against his clit. He does this several times, causing Illuga to make a sound of frustration and squirm, his hips moving against Flins in an attempt to get him to move.
"Sir Flins", Illuga pouts once again while looking like an adorable wronged wife and a sudden surge of affection warms Flins' chest. He chuckles softly, terribly fond of his dearest Illuga, and at long last starts to properly feed his cock to Illuga's needy pussy, the tight rim flaring open around his cockhead.
With how slow he's being, and this close to each other, Flins gets to see in full detail how Illuga's expression morphs, the small and big changes that happen in his features—his mouth falling open in a silent gasp, his eyelashes fluttering as his eyes fall shut and eyebrows pinching—when the slight pain and the burn of such a huge cock forcing its way inside of his pussy gives way to familiar pleasure.
The head pops inside and it takes a tremendous amount of effort for Flins to hold back from just ramming the entirety of his cock inside of Illuga in a single thrust but he manages, forcing his hips back and letting only the tip to be wrapped by those heavenly and silky tight walls just like Illuga asked of him, his hold on Illuga's waist near bruising with how hard he clings to his beloved as an anchor. A shaky breath escapes him, feeling on his body the dual sensation of his tense muscles and the warmth of Illuga's pussy clinging to his cockhead.
"Hah, F-Flins... Move", Illuga mewls, desperation clear on his face and his body, his pussy clenching down around the fae on purpose.
Flins nods, getting a grip on himself before he starts moving. With just a slight shift of his hips half of the cockhead has already slipped out of Illuga, the movement prompting a whimper to slip past his swollen lips, and Flins burns with the need to hear more of those beautiful sounds. He ruts back and forth, slow at first but as the arousal that has been steadily simmering on the pit of his stomach ever since they started kissing further grows, Flins starts moving faster.
It quickly becomes a messy affair, slick and precum smeared all over Illuga's inner thighs and his shaft, and more than once the cockhead slips out of Illuga with a lewd pop before Flins thrusts back in with a loud squelching sound. It feels enough and not enough at the same time, the slightest taste of Illuga clenching down on just his cockhead enough to drive the fae insane but he aches to reach deeper inside of his beloved. It would be easy, so painfully easy, for Flins to just let a centimeter or two to further slip in or, even better, to shove his cock to the hilt, leaving Illuga gasping for air at the sudden intrusion and the familiar feeling of Flins' cock kissing his cervix.
But what a pity that his dear young master asked for the tip, and just the tip, leaving Flins with no choice but to obey so as to fulfill his wishes.
And so Flins keeps shallowly fucking into Illuga, but even if he can't reach as far as he usually does he can see how affected Illuga is nonetheless, his hands clinging to Flins' shoulders for dear life and endless moans and whimpers falling from his tender mouth.
"Hah, Illuga, Illuga", Flins mouths against the soft skin of his jaw, licking and biting down so as to leave his mark on him, "Are you enjoying yourself? This was your idea after all".
Illuga nods and if he weren't wearing gloves Flins is sure that at this point he'd feel his nails digging into his flesh, "I love it, ngh, I love it".
"From the way you are clinging to my cock I would be must surprised if you didn't", the fae mutters, his voice low and sultry. "Oh, how lovely your body reacts with so little of myself—you were truly made to take my cock, Illuga".
His beloved moans at the obscene praise and the sound turns into a shout of his name when Flins suddenly rubs his clit, his small body spasming against his own. Flins keeps on fiddling with the small nub, all while his hips never stop moving, thrusting into Illuga at an increasingly fast pace.
"Are you close, my love? I can feel how your needy pussy is twitching", Flins chuckles next to his ear, his lips brushing against his earlobe. "Let go, Illuga—come", he says before giving a harsh pinch to his clit.
"Ngh! Flins...!", Illuga comes with a scream, his eyes rolling back as his pussy squirts around the tip of Flins' cock, clear liquid gushing out.
Flins looks down just in time to see the mess Illuga is making all over the lower halves of their bodies, slick dribbling down his shaft in rivulets; Illuga's pussy is so dangerously wet that a little more of Flins' length slips inside on accident, the stretch making Illuga wail and his pussy to clench down around him, tempting him to push deeper inside.
He keeps on fucking Illuga throughout his orgasm, the whiny noises his beloved makes as overstimulation makes him tremble in his gasp only further spurring Flins to reach his own climax. It is right as feels himself getting close that a sudden mischievous thought comes to mind. Instead of thrusting Flins stills entirely, not giving Illuga an opportunity to complain or realize what's happening before he's wrapping a hand around his hard length, stroking himself at a fast pace; with every stroke up his fist slams wetly against the plump folds of Illuga's pussy, the lewd sounds of it further arousing Flins. His glove is drenched in sweet pussy juices but Flins couldn't care less (he'll keep the glove and jerk off to it when Illuga has to inevitably leave when tomorrow comes, he decides on a whim), the feeling of his hand bumping the puffy lips of Illuga's pussy more arousing than he'd expected.
"Illuga, Illuga, my dear Illuga", Flins says his name like a mad man before tilting his head to kiss Illuga once again.
A few more strokes and Flins is coming, but even through the haze of lust clouding his mind and the overwhelming kiss he's sharing with Illuga he's lucid enough to pull out right at the last second, his cock twitching and ropes of thick and white semen spurting from the swollen head and landing right on top of the already soiled fabric of Illuga's panties, a hefty load of cum weighing them down.
Illuga makes a choked noise at the back of his throat and Flins, even as his body and mind come down from the aftershocks of his orgasms, is acutely aware of how his hands weakly try to shove him away. Reluctantly he breaks the kiss, nibbling on Illuga's plump bottom lip before withdrawing and—oh, what a sight Illuga is, tear tracks on his flushed cheeks, eyes slightly unfocused, his mouth agape and rosy lips visibly darker and swollen.
"Why... Why didn't you come inside...?", Illuga whines pitifully, his eyes brimming with tears. It both tugs at Flins' heartstrings and makes his cock twitch with renewed interest.
"Oh my, what a needy little thing you are, young master", Flins says as he rubs circles on his beloved's hips. He leans in and softly bites his lobe, "I'll make sure to breed your pussy and fill your womb to the brim before you leave tomorrow, that way you'll remember me on your journey back to Piramida".
"A-As if I don't already...", Illuga mumbles.
Flins can only huff a laugh and peck Illuga in the lips at that. He carefully pulls the cum-stained panties up Illuga's supple thighs, making sure that his semen doesn't spill out, and places the waistband above the young ratnik's hips so the front of the panties are smug against his pussy. Illuga yelps and a shiver goes down his spine at the feeling of the already lukewarm cum against his heated core, the fabric so soaked with their mingled releases that it's almost sheer now.
"What a waste", Illuga pouts and Flins watches how he brings a hand to his cunt, softly caressing his covered slit until some of Flins' cum seeps through the flimsy fabric and smears his glove. Illuga knows exactly what he's doing by licking at the white fluid while looking straight into Flins' golden eyes.
"Well, perhaps if we'd stayed our course to the Lighthouse by now you would be swelling with my seed, young master", Flins says in a nonchalant manner as he tucks himself back to his trousers.
Illuga splutters at that and Flins finds it genuinely fascinating how his beloved still manages to feel embarrassed by his words despite what they've just done. He takes on the task to put Illuga's clothes back in place as his little nightingale chirps—nags—at him and once he's done Flins takes his hand to start walking away from the cliff.
"I—uh, I may not have thought this throughly", Illuga says sheepishly, barely able to take a step before he stills. Flins looks at him and sees how the young ratnik has his legs tightly pressed together in a useless attempt to keep the cum all over his panties from spilling but the growing wet patch in the front of his pants shows that it's a lost cause.
Flins sighs dramatically, "Oh, the consequences of your actions". Without Illuga expecting it he swipes the boy off his feet and hoists him up in a bridal carry, "How fortunate you are to have me to rescue you, don't you think so, dear young master?".
Illuga looks stunned by a brief second before he huffs and closes his eyes to nuzzle against Flins' neck, a fond smile on his lips, "I am, I truly am lucky to have you".
Even if Illuga can't see it, Flins smiles fondly at him as he starts moving towards their destination, his beloved held safely in his arms. He perfectly understands why Illuga had been upset over their ruined date and why his dear boy had wanted to bring their bodies together in an intimate act as soon as possible without regard of where they are—Illuga loves him after all, that's the answer. And that's also the reason why Flins had indulged him, because to spend every waking moment with Illuga and bask in their love and affection for each other is his greatest and most selfish wish, and as long as he lives Flins vows to make such a wish come into fruition.
He tilts his head to tenderly kiss the top of Illuga's head, no words or gestures being enough to properly convey how much Flins loves him. He walks fast but always careful so as to not jolt Illuga, who dozes off in his arms, the sound of the sand beneath his feet and the sun behind their backs accompanying them as they go home.