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"Mngh!" Flins arched, moaning into Varka's plundering mouth as the knight's calloused hands slid down his body. One hand stopped to grope at his chest while the other slid around to his back, roughly gliding his way to grope Flins' ass making the fae to break their kiss with a loud gasp, his face flushing completely as his back practically bowed as Varka mouthed his way along Flins' jaw, down his neck, to then suck and bite marks along the Lightkeepers collarbone.
Varka moans into Flins' skin, the vibrations traveling up his neck, across his shoulders, and spreads throughout his chest making Flins breathless as his mouth hung open in a silent moan of his own, no sound passing his lips as Varka continue his onslaught, leaving blooming marks on pale, porcelain-like skin. He pulls away slightly, admiring his work, growling slightly in satisfaction, giving Flins a cocky, self-satisfied grin. Flins on the other hand lay beneath him, his half buttoned shirt being the only piece of clothing still on him.
Varka slid his gaze over Flins once more, watching as the fae shivered beneath him, pale yellow eyes watching him as a pretty blush tinted his cheeks. Blue eyes finally settled on Flins' erection that pressed against his pale abdomen, leaking just enough that it caught the low light of the candles just right to shine enough to catch Varka's attention. Licking his lips, the blonde haired knight dove down, tongue darting out to swipe up the small puddle while sliding that very tongue up underneath the head of Flins' cock, lifting it easily into his mouth, engulfing it in one go.
A gasp tore through Flins, his back lifting clear off the mattress as Varka grabbed hold of one of his thighs with one hand, trying to keep Flins' lower half in place as he sucked the former fae noble off. Panting heavily, Flins buried his fingers into the sheets beneath him with one hand while the fingers of his other hand made themselves at home tangled in Varka's unruly locks as he chanted the knight's name over and over again as it slurred and blended with each and every moan and keening cry that poured out his mouth unrestrained. Feeling like Flins was far gone enough, Varka had slicked up his fingers of his free hand which his index finger was encircling the tight, puckered ring Varka sought as his true prize. He teased a bit more, drinking up not just the pre-cum coating his tongue but every whimper and impatient whine he drew from Flins.
"V-V-Varka… P-pl-please…E-AH-En-en-eno-OH-ENOUGH! MNGH!" A scream of surprise and pleasure tore from Flins as Varka complied, unable to tease Flins any further considering the Lightkeeper begged so beautifully for him. Varka pulled off Flins’ cock with an audible 'pop' and nuzzled his way down slightly to mouth at Flins' neglected sack that was covered in a mixture of pre-cum and Varka's saliva. He lapped at the mess for a turn before sucking each individual testicle into his mouth. Flins practically shrieked, both hands burying themselves into Varka's hair as he half sat up, mouth hanging open as Varka fingered him open while devouring him at the same time.
Varka slid two more fingers in one after another as he sucked hard, pulling back at the same time, tugging the now saturated sack in his mouth, making Flins arch into the sensation as he whimpered, eyes half lidded and dazed. One more finger has Flins now openly mewling as Varka vigorously finger fucks him into babbling, hazy mess. After a few more thrusts into Flins, Varka could feel just how close Flins was and pulled his fingers out, chuckling thickly as he heard the whine of protest and receiving a glare from his beloved fae.
Flins got his bearings back faster than expected while Varka leaned back, reaching over to where he had thrown his pants, fishing out the small square packaging that concealed the sheath he needed for at least one round that night. He went to tear it open when pale slender fingers plucked it right out of hands.
"Oh, you won't be needing this." Flins gave Varka a smile that was as mischievous as it was sultry, Varka swallowed. Flins' smile deepened further as he crawled over to Varka. What he said was true, his beloved knight wouldn't be needing the wrap. This wasn't Flins' first time and from past experience, part of his flame that resides within his body at the core, always burned away any seed that would enter him. No matter if it was a human or another fae, nothing ever happened. His flames never allowed anything to actually take. Then again, no one ever had the direct wish and intention to have him actually get pregnant, nor have they been so intent on breeding him that he had to worry about such a thing.
Varka on the other hand kept thinking about what Flins had done and said long after the couple rounds they went that night and into the next day. It crept into his thoughts while he did paperwork, while taking patrol over areas where he should be paying full attention, during his down time especially while drinking at the Flagship. Then he finally settled those thoughts when the Flagships doors swung open and he caught sight of familiar midnight indigo hair, indifferent pale yellow eyes that brightened the moment they settled on him, and lips that usually pressed into a thin line but only curled into a rare, genuine smile that was reserved for those its owner deemed worthy to be let behind the thick, solid walls built around a heart that was as sensitive as it was old, bearing more emotional scars than Varka had physical ones.
"Varka, no surprise in seeing you here." That voice Varka has come to love soothed over his overthinking mind, balmed the restlessness he had been feeling as of late, and stirred something deep within him that he usually had perfect control over. Only Flins could make him falter, come undone by a few simple words and a flutter of those devilishly long eyelashes and the seductive quirk of his lips.
"Well, it shouldn't be too much of a surprise. At least for now." Out of habit, Varka pulled the chair next to him just a little closer before Flins finally sat down. Their thighs pressed together while Flins leaned into Varka more, head resting lightly on the Knight of Boreas' shoulder.
"I was hoping you would accompany me this evening at the lighthouse." Flins rested a hand on top of Varka's, the one where his arm was pressed against the Grandmaster. He lightly ran his fingertips over the blonde man's left arm, brushing over the other man's gloved hand before ghosting them over the exposed flesh of the knight's arm, watching as small bumps formed on the skin as his fingertips grazed over the fabric of Varka's rolled up sleeve to finally rest his hand delicately on the broad shoulder of the mortal he didn't have to try very hard to charm.
"You know you don't have to act all koi with me to get me to do what you want, Kyryll." Varka's voice was rough with suppressed arousal as he cast a side glance down at Flins who shivered at how his name sounded in the knight's voice and the way the blue eyed man was looking at him. Varka slid the arm Flins had just teased off the table to then wrap it around that thin waist Varka knew personally that both his hands could wrap around and have his fingertips touch without having to apply any kind of pressure to make them do so and that thought always for him more excited than he was willing to admit.
"Then shall we head over then?"
Varka had not thought about what Flins had said and done the last time they were together until just now. As their lips slotted together, moving in perfect sync as they hungrily devoured one another, missing the taste and feel after being apart only for a few days. Varka could not help how his mind began to wander because what did Flins mean?
'Oh, you won't be needing this'
What did Flins mean by it? Was he simply toying with him? Teasing him? Enjoying the effect he has over Varka? Or perhaps he was issuing a challenge, but what kind? Was it a challenge that Varka couldn't get him pregnant? Not that Varka doubted Flins could, the Lightkeeper was a fae and Varka's understanding of the immortal creatures was that they had an uncanny ability of granting a wish to anyone who's intent was strong enough. Was it a challenge about how much intent Varka had?
The Knight of Boreas could not lie nor deny that the thought of Flins pregnant, belly heavy with their child, had crossed his mind on more than one occasion. Varka is even ashamed to admit he's stroked a few out at the thought of a heavily pregnant Flins laying beneath him, his cock buried halfway into his fae's body, Varka found he enjoyed the mental image far too much to admit out right. So he decided, without a second thought, regardless of what Flins meant exactly, Varka was going to give Flins what he thought the fae meant, an answer he wasn't going to ever forget.
But right now, clothes fully discarded, both bare to the others eyes, and Flins lay beneath him as he slowly pushes in. Varka relishes in the sight of Flins, watching as tears perfectly rimmed half-lidded eyes, the way his mouth opens just enough to allow a gasp to escape him as he takes Varka in his entirety.
"My beloved knight…" Flins gasped as another inch slid inside him, the feeling of Varka's length and girth sending pleasant chills up and down his spine, making his head swim before he gains some clarity before he speaks again. "Vark—AH!!" Flins couldn't say another word as Varka slams into him, filling him completely, stretching him deliciously well. A string of moans tear through him as his head throws backwards and his back arches off the bed. Varka doesn't give him time to fully adjust, he already has pulled out all the way, the tip still resting snugly inside Flins. He waits until the fae gives a whimper of dissatisfaction to then slam back into Flins, relishing in the scream of pleasure ripped from the Lightkeepers throat as his back came off the mattress once more, fingers tangling in the sheets beneath him.
"Sir knight…" Flins tries to speak again, feeling Varka slip a hand behind his head, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss to swollen lips. As they parted, Flins was able to speak. "My dearest knight, your vigor, your sheer size, the way you stretch and fill me is not only overwhelming but oh so exquisite. Please…" Flins stared up into stormy blue eyes. "Please, don't stop…" As Flins stared into those eyes he loved so much, he saw something shift in them.
Varka stared back at him, a soft, tender look coming over his face, warmth floods his gaze as he gives Flins the gentlest, tender, and warmest kiss he's ever received as a single thought blared loudly but lovingly in his mind.
'Get pregnant'
Flins' eyes widened, he heard that. He actually heard that. Two words filled with so much conviction, love, and Flins dare say, actual intent to want to get him pregnant? He couldn't believe it. What he also couldn't believe was how quickly his body responded. Varka stroked his cheek lovingly, softly, making Flins blush and fluster. Reaching up with both hands, Flins caressed the sides of his beloved knight's face for a moment. Then, the blonde haired man grabbed both hands by the wrists, placing a tender kiss on them.
"Varka?" Flins felt his flames stirring but not in the way he was used to. "This is…" but he didn't get a chance to finish as Varka pinned his hands above his head by the wrists in one hand while Varka proceeded to slam into him with everything he had, his other hand placed behind one of the fae's knees. Varka pressed forward, his body helping in lifting and pushing Flins' legs back almost against his chest. The new angle allowed Varka to reach even further, making Flins throw his head back in ecstasy, moans spilling from his lips with variations of Varka's name strewn throughout, his body trembling with each hard thrust, he felt like he was melting.
"NNGH!!!" Flins shuddered, something within shifting, the suddenness of it bringing him some clarity as a thought occurred to him.
'Oh no… What's happening…' Flins cried out as Varka slammed into him again, a burst of pleasure causing his vision to swim and his mind to become mush for a few more thrusts before he somewhat came back to himself just in time to feel something else deeper within him change. 'What is this!? My body is answering his wishes!? Are my flames truly parting for him!?' Another thrust had Flins not only felt Varka go even deeper, but he felt the very flames that kept everything at bay give way to the blonde knight, embracing his throbbing length as it continued its conquest to carve its very own place within Flins. He could feel his body responding further as it molded itself around the other man's massive cock, mapping out every ridge, bump, vein, the stimulation, everything.
'I can't stop him… Not like I wish to… He's so deep… It is all so overwhelming… There's a heat building within me… Nothing like my flames that reside within this body… Something warmer, hotter, I feel like I'm melting… Varka… What are you doing to me? Why can I not stop you? Why can I not deny your wish? Can I truly wish for the same thing? To bear your offspring… What honor and happiness that would be…'
Lost in thought, Flins failed to notice the change in the way Varka was fucking into him until the low, guttural growl by his ear dragged him right out of his mind and to the present. Another gasp tore from him as he cried out, shouting his pleasure for Varka to hear clearly. That growl became louder before the sound of skin slapping against skin went from muted to a noticeable, distinct, and unavoidable in sound. Flins didn't have a chance to feel embarrassed as Varka picked up his pace as well as the strength behind his thrusts. The Lightkeeper found it difficult to keep up until one final raw growl erupted from Varka.
"Flins!" Varka slammed into Flins one last time, spilling the entirety of his seed deep, causing Flins' mouth to hang open, his eyes widening at the sudden surge of heat spreading inside him. It was too much, it was all just too much. It was hot, Varka's cum was just so hot, hotter than his very flames that he could tell was embracing the tsunami of cum that overfilled him, spilling out from around Varka's cock to pour out down Flins' reddened ass cheeks to stain the bedsheets.
'How is it… How… Why is it so hot? Hotter than my own flames…' Flins lay panting, one arm draped over his face slightly, his gaze, a bit blurry at the edges, slid over to where Varka loomed over him, a bright grin plastered across his face, looking every bit an overly excited and happy puppy that Flins associates him with. 'Why are you so warm? How is this possible…'
"Flins…" Varka couldn't help the huff of amazement that left him, his smile still securely in place as he gazed lovingly down at the fae beneath him. "You were absolutely amazing!" He grinned this time, all teeth, and very much waiting to hear praise in return, but he did not get any. Flins was still very much lost in the full feeling he was still experiencing, how Varka's seed barely moved out of him, how it still very much felt as warm and hot as it did when he first spilled it deep inside him.
'Why are you so warm?'
"Flins? Are you okay?" Varka began to panic a little as he began to fuss over the Lightkeeper still drowning in bliss and confusion.