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It was supposed to be a short, peaceful walk.
The sky was already dark when Varka headed down to Amsvartnir. It was a long day, filled with preparations before his knights could go back home to Mondstadt. He personally gave out instructions, hauled up many boxes, and even finished the many documents he deliberately forgot. The Grand Master opened crates of Dandelion Wine to share at the end of the day, sharing them with the knights after such a tiring day. After making sure that most of the knights are asleep and the camp is safely guarded, he decided to take a breather on his own.
Taking a deep breath, he takes in the sight of the shimmering lake of Amsvartnir. The knight lets the soft grass brush against his gloved hand, the wind blowing softly, making his locks sway in the quiet night. The seelies are lively as usual, chattering amongst themselves surrounding the giant harp in the middle. Above him, the Royal Court that the Traveler discovered hangs, grand and magnificent.
Varka can't believe that he will leave this all behind soon. If anyone asked him before, he would of course declare that he missed Mondstadt. Mondstadt is his nation, it's his heart, it's where his loyalty and sacrifice are dedicated to. However, despite the cold climate, Nod Krai has been the warmest resting place he could ever wish for. From the dimly lit tavern in the heart of its city, the camp his knights had proudly erected, the many battles that scarred his skin, to the pale fingers of a certain fae that he will forever long for.
Varka huffs out a laugh. How comical, the Grand Master of Mondstadt falling in love with an immortal so far away from home.
But, how could he not? When Flins embodies all the things he yearns and adores in his childhood hometown. The lone lighthouse standing proudly, the eerie graveyard that holds countless memories, and the salty breeze billowing from the sea. From all the places he visited during this long expedition, Varka has never felt more at home than when he is embraced in Flins' arms.
If only Varka could be selfish, just one more demand to the predetermined stars he untangled himself, how he wished he could weave their strings of fate into one knot for eternity. How Varka wished he could have Flins all to himself and never let go.
The knight's musing is interrupted by a rustling sound, followed by a splash of water. Like clockwork, Varka's body immediately straightens, trying to assess what could possibly be near Amsvartnir Lake this late at night. It couldn't be his men, they are all resting with a strict order not to wander around before sunrise. The Traveler and Paimon are already on their way to Mondstadt as well, they couldn't be here. Perhaps it's just the usual pack of wolves around the lake. Still, he steps carefully closer to the source of the sound, careful and vigilant.
When Varka's eyes finally catch sight of what—or who— is roaming amid the chilly wind of Nod Krai in the middle of the night, he freezes in his spot.
An elegant figure, entirely nude, is kneeling beside the shallow water. Long, dark, silky hair is being brushed by pale fingers, cascading gently among fair, spotless skin. It trails endlessly into the water, floating between gentle waves. The lake's surface is decorated by the reflection of a myriad of stars hanging in the sky, a lovely face with two moons as its eyes, being the centerpiece of it all.
The figure eventually looks up. Seeing who had discovered him, his lips turn into a gentle smile, and Varka's breath hitches painfully.
"Mister Varka," Flins calls out for him, as heavenly as ever, "What a pleasant surprise to meet you on this fine evening."
Varka splutters helplessly, eyes darting around, trying to stay chivalrous and not stare at the endless amount of pale skin in front of him. "Flins—! What— What are you doing out here so late?"
An amused chuckle escapes the fae's lips, "As you can see, my knight, I'm currently washing myself. I just finished an unfortunate Wild Hunts encounter nearby. Since my lighthouse is still quite a trek away, I decided to wash the grime off myself before resuming my walk back."
The flustered Grand Master turns serious as Flins explained his reasoning, his brows furrowing in worry. "Are you alright? Anything hurts?" Varka steps closer, trying to look for any bruises or injuries that Flins suffered after an intense fight by himself. Varka knows that nothing could mar the fae's skin permanently, but he could never be too sure. Not when it comes to Flins.
"Thank you for your concern, however, I'm quite alright," Flins replies with a calming smile, one hand patting the spot beside him. "Won't you join me to bask in the moonlight, Mister Varka? It would be the most delightful if you can spare a bit of your time."
Varka almost choked on his own saliva. The object of his yearning, entirely stripped bare, is now asking him to sit and talk with him. Perhaps Varka is drunk, perhaps this is just one of his dreams. Yet, when he blinked, Flins' figure was still there staring at him, as serene as the ripple on the lake itself.
The knight sits with an awkward cough, trying to look anywhere but the fae's naked form. "It sure is freezing tonight, isn't it?" Varka remarks out of nowhere, pulling out a nervous laugh.
"Mmh," Flins hums as an answer, slender fingers busy wringing out the water from his silky hair. "It's a shame that my flame is not known for its warmth either."
Varka shivers suddenly. Although the north wind of Nod Krai is unforgiving, a different kind of heat burns inside him. This is totally a horrible idea. Flins looks way too pretty laid bare beside him, the bright moonlight making his skin glistens invitingly. The knight closes his eyes, trying to control his thoughts with a harsh gulp. He is the Grand Master of Mondstadt; chivalry is etched in his skin. Although yes, they have shared many beds together, it still doesn't mean he could be aroused just because a sliver of Flins' skin is shown.
"Is something the matter, Varka?"
The tender question pulls him out of his thoughts. Opening his eyes, Varka's sight catches on Flins' figure, already pressing close to his side. The fae's golden eyes bore into him, peeling through his layers of defences with ease. "My knight, you've looked distracted ever since you stepped here. Will you tell me what exactly is clouding your head right now?"
Varka is very, terribly, horribly weak when it comes to Flins.
"Kyryll…" Hearing the name he disclosed to very few people, Flins' figure immediately straightens, eyes staring up attentively. Varka lets out an exhausted sigh, "You already know, I'm going back to Mondstadt soon."
"Yes." The fae nods, "It's to be expected. You are its Grand Master after all, Mister Varka."
Varka lets out a dry laugh, emotions swirling in his guts. "I never expected to say this, but my heart feels heavy the closer we are to our departure date. Of course I miss Mondstadt with all my soul and more. It's my home, after all."
"However," Varka's eyes flick to Flins', lips turning into a meaningful smile, "I didn't expect that Nod Krai would be this dear to me as well."
The fae's golden eyes widen, a tint of azure spreads on his cheeks. The polite remarks he usually lets out are gone, refined speech robbed by the tender smile the knight bestows to him. "… Ah."
One of Varka's hands reaches out to the other, holding Flins' cheek with a gentle grip. Flins unconsciously leans to the calloused finger stroking his skin, still flushing, feeling the knight's warmth spreading to the fae's cold core. What a privilege to see Flins being this vulnerable and open; Varka's heart soars and sings.
"Will you still be here, Kyryll?" Varka whispers the question, low and careful. "I will be back here, I vow with my entire being. I will send letters, flowers, crates of wine from my nation— even my beating heart if you wish for it. But I will never rest easy without knowing that you will be here, safe and content."
Hearing Varka's sincere declaration, no words escape Flins' lips. Instead, Flins suddenly kneels. Without any ceremony, the fae swings his legs above Varka's outstretched legs. Before the other could react, Flins' bare bottom sits on Varka's lap, as if claiming his destined throne.
This time, it's Flins' turn to hold the other startled face. Chuckling, the dark-haired man presses a soft kiss to the corner of Varka's lips. "My knight," Flins proclaims, hushed only to the knight's ear, "As long as the sun rises and the stars still hang in the night sky, I will be here."
Slender arms find their home around Varka's neck, pressing their bodies even closer together. Cold breath tickles the Grand Master's skin, sending a pleasant shiver up Varka's spine.
"My heart is already bound to yours, my dear knight. If you wish for me to stay, then I will. Only for you."
The promise hangs between them, locked tightly inside both of their conscience. A short, innocent kiss follows the quiet vow. The press of Flins' lips feels cold and fleeting; however, Varka already feels faint. His arms wrap around the fae's slim waist, chasing the other lips into another deeper kiss.
Suddenly, everything feels just right.
Their lips lock into one heated tangle, warm and cold mingling together. Each time Varka pulls back to catch his breath, a low whine slips out from Flins. The fae would pull him in another kiss promptly, stealing Varka's ragged breath away once more. The longer they kiss, the more desperate they become. The tender press of their kiss turns into fervent bites, their spit combining into the sweetest nectar they ever tasted.
When both their lips have turned red and shiny, they finally part their kiss, a lone string of their saliva still connecting their gasping mouths.
Even after just a kiss, and Flins already looks almost ruined.
The fae stares at him with blown-out eyes, the corner of his lips a bit bloody from a particularly savage bite Varka gave him. Faes don't need to breathe, but Flins pants just the same, overwhelmed before they even start anything. Most importantly, Varka can feel a certain wetness dripping on his lap, a spot on his trousers getting wet.
"Varka," Flins begs him with just his name, and Varka's gut burns with desire.
Varka tightens his grip on Flins' waist, positioning the other so his wetness can directly press against one of his thighs. The dark-haired beauty keens softly, pleasure spreading from between his legs. Varka shushes him, rubbing circular motions on his hips as his thigh starts to grind the fae's cunt, "I got you, baby."
One of Varka's hands reaches down to pull down his pants, letting out a relieved sigh once his fully hardened cock springs free. He places the thick appendage between Flins' plump labia, rubbing it up and down slowly. Every time he drags Flins' hips back, the head of his cock would catch onto the fae's vaginal opening. When Varka drags him up, he makes sure it presses sweetly on Flins' clit.
More clear liquid drips down from Flins' pink slit, coating Varka's member thoroughly and making the slide smoother. Flins' mouth opens in breathless moans when a particularly delicious drag pushes against his clit harshly, his waist moving to follow Varka's cock to chase the pleasure. A wet squelching sound accompanies both of their heavy breathing, Varka's wide cock moving relentlessly between Flins' soaked folds.
"Varka—" Flins nudges the Grand Master's cheek with his nose, cheeks flushing darkly, "Varka— hah… If you keep doing this, I'm going to come—"
Varka grits his teeth and stops his movement, resting his length between Flins' warm folds. He takes a deep breath, trying his best not to rut against the other's wetness. "Flins…" He asks suddenly, voice quiet and almost shy. A blush coats the usually composed knight's cheeks, and he voices out his request in a timid whisper, "Can you come in my mouth?"
"… Ah?" Flins blinks, the haze of lust clearing into puzzlement, his head tilting in confusion.
Varka clears his throat, the pinkish tint on his cheeks getting darker. "Can I eat you out, sweetheart?"
"Oh." Flins exhales, feeling a sliver of slick gushing out from his entrance at Varka's words. With a nod, he lets his figure be laid down on Varka's coat, shielding his skin from the bed of grass underneath. Underneath him, the gentle waves of the clear lake lick both his feet, tranquil and steady.
Varka, now only using his black skin-tight top, towers above him. One hand brushes a lock of wet dark hair behind Flins' ear, before pressing a tender kiss on his temple. "Comfortable?"
Flins smiles at the other, pulling Varka into a short peck between their lips. "Very much so."
Varka returns the gesture with a grin, nuzzling the fae's cheek affectionately. Afterwards, the man begins his venture downwards. Varka kisses one of Flins' ears, nibbling on it softly until the other hums beneath him. His lips trail down and latch onto Flins' pale neck, his canines leaving several blooming crimson marks that will turn purple the next day.
Before long, the knight's sky blue eyes land on Flins' porcelain chest. Without further thinking, Varka buries his face on the fae's pecs, breathing in the other's unique scent. Flins' chest is spotless, just like the rest of his body. Even though it's not exactly bountiful, they are just plump enough to be kneaded with Varka's fingers.
The cherry on top is that, instead of pointing outwards like other people, Flins' nipples point inwards. Varka remembers clearly the first time they shared a bed, Flins cupping his slightly plump breast and shyly showing his inverted nipples. No matter how many times Varka massages, kneads, or even suckles on them, they would barely peek out, only able to leak the spit that gathers after the knight diligently sucking on them. Varka can't help but become obsessed with them.
Even now, under the starry sky, Varka's eyes darken just the same when he can finally put his fingers on the fae's chest. The knight already pulled off his armor earlier; now both his naked hands can sink and squeeze Flins' breasts softly. Without the metal glove on his hands, he can clearly feel Flins' cold yet supple skin, his muscles bowing obediently underneath Varka's massage.
Pulling away slightly, Varka kisses the top of Flins' right breast. When he hears the fae's breath hitches, Varka wraps his lips around it and begins sucking. Like a thirsty man, Varka suckles on the hidden nipple with all his might, as if he tries hard enough, a sweet liquid would flow out. His tongue licks on the dip where Flins' nipple should've been with expertise, the tip of his tongue digging into it relentlessly. He doesn't forget the other breast, one hand kneading and squeezing it repeatedly.
Flins raises his head in a moan, his hands scrambling to hold onto Varka's shoulders. "Varka— hah— mmh…"
Deeming he pleasured the right breast enough, his own saliva pooling and leaking from the dip, Varka turns to suckle on the other nip. The Grand Master gives the exact same treatment to the left breast, sucking and licking its nipple, while his hand moves to pinch the tip of Flins' right breast. Varka only pulls away when Flins starts to whine, and both nipples are red and glistening with spit.
Even when both of the fae's breasts are ravaged thoroughly, it still isn't enough to satisfy the hunger in Varka's gut.
The knight's lips continue their journey, pressing kisses on Flins' belly button and soft tummy. He rubs the fae's hips in gentle massages, going down to squeeze his bottoms before resting both palms on Flins' thighs. Varka's calloused hands lift both of Flins' thighs until his legs are dangling in the air, then spreading them apart to reveal his destination.
Between his legs, Flins' pussy throbs. The labia are glistening with his own slick, his clit already engorged and red. Underneath it, the fae's hole winks at Varka, juices flowing out with no end. Varka licks his own lips, suddenly feeling very parched. To quench his thirst, he starts to lick the trail of slick flowing from the fae's opening down to his thighs.
When Varka feels the tremble underneath his palm, he drags his tongue up to Flins' cunt, sucking the entire vulva in his mouth. Flins lets out a pleasured gasp, eyes shutting close as Varka wraps his lips around his clit. The knight's tongue flicks the nub repeatedly, before kissing and sucking it into his mouth once more. He pulls away for a second, catching his breath, then moves to mouth at Flins' hole and greedily slurps the clear liquid gushing out from it.
"V-Varka, no… I'm going to— ah! Hah!" Hearing Flins' pleading, Varka immediately plunges the tip of his tongue inside the fae's warm cavern, making his lover yelp in surprise. He alternatively thrusts his tongue in, licking the wall of Flins' dripping cunt, before smooching the entrance, gulping down more slick. Varka can feel the telltale of Flins' orgasm, the way his hole clenches and unclenches, how his thighs quivers, and how the other can only let out gaps between his breaths.
"Come for me, Kyryll. Please," Varka begs, lips smeared by Flins' wetness. To push the fae over the edge, he kisses Flins' engorged clit, then sucks it as hard as he can. Flins lets out a loud cry, fingers scrambling to grasp onto Varka's hair. As he pulls Varka closer to his cunt, hot, clear liquid squirts out from his hole.
Instantly, the knight moves his mouth over his opening to drink in his release, groaning deep in his throat as he tastes the warm nectar. Varka doesn't stop his lips, licking and gulping down Flins' fluid until the fae is trembling in overstimulation and all that is left is weak spurts. Finally satisfied, he pulls back to put Flins' quivering thighs to the ground once more.
Flins stares up at him with half-lidded eyes, mouth still opening in breathless gasps. The fae's golden eyes scan Varka's looming figure; the usually composed Grand Master now looks sopping wet from his release. Even still recovering from his orgasm, Flins opens his legs invitingly. He hooks his feet around Varka's hips, pulling the other closer until the knight's dick is touching with his gaping hole.
"Varka," The fae murmurs, gripping the hard cock beneath him until it lines up with his sticky opening, "Come in."
Varka is incredibly, horribly weak when it comes to Flins.
With a barely concealed grunt, Varka sinks into Flins' warmth with a careful thrust. The fae gasps beneath him, body jerking upwards as he feels his cunt being filled inch by inch. This is far from the only time they ever indulge in humane pleasure. However, the feeling of Varka's length entering him is something that Flins can't truly get used to.
Varka's cock slides in with barely any resistance, and shortly after, he is finally buried to the hilt. Flins' mouth drops open, toes curling as his still sensitive wall spasms around the huge girth lodged deep within. He grasps onto the other's shoulders, trying to ground himself when his head starts to get lost, only able to process and feel the dick inside him.
The knight is obviously heavily affected as well, gritting his teeth to hold back his snarl. His muscles are tense, trying their best not to move right away. In contrast, Varka's tone is still gentle, "Alright there, Kyryll?"
Flins nods with flushed cheeks; his pussy unintentionally clenches around Varka, making the man above him groan deeply. "A-ah… M—My apologies," Flins manages to utter out, shivering as more of his fluid accumulated in their point of contact, not able to flow freely as it's blocked by a wide length. "You may move now."
Varka doesn't need any more encouragement. He pulls his hips back, delighting in the whimper Flins produces as the veins in his shaft rub against the fae's vaginal wall. When only his tip is left in the entrance of Flins' cunt, the knight pauses for a moment, giving the time to let several gushes of slick drip down. He tightens his grip on Flins' waist, before slamming his cock back inside in one deep push.
"Ah! Ah— mngh!" Flins keens, arching his back as he is filled to the brim. It doesn't stop there; Varka immediately sets out a cruel pace, thrusting in and out of his cunt until tears begin pooling in the fae's two moon-like eyes. Each drag of his hips burns in the best possible way, rubbing deliciouly against Flins' dripping hole.
A loud squelching noise is accompanied by the sound of two lovers lost in pleasure, moaning without care in the world. The pounding in Flins' cunt is relentless, the next thrust always ending up deeper until only sharp cries and mewls come out from his pink lips. Without the fae realizing, his body begins to wiggle and slide back, as if trying to run away from the onslaught of pleasure.
Varka lets out a low growl, adamant to keep Flins nailed to his length. His calloused fingers tighten their grip once more, pulling on Flins' waist and slamming him back down to his cock. The fae's eyes roll back as he spams; a loud cry tears up from him. The knight's cock is so deep now that the tip is kissing the tightly enclosed end of his cunt, bringing more crystal liquid to flow down freely.
"I'm close," Varka murmurs to Flins' throat, sucking the bruised spot he made earlier. The movement of his hip is now erratic, carelessly chasing his pleasure.
"Kiss me," Flins pleads, his gaze dazed and misty. The fae's hole twitches helplessly around the wide girth, signaling his own upcoming release. Trembling pale fingers reach out to cup Varka's cheeks, "Varka, kiss me."
Varka bends down, pulling Flins to one deep, tender kiss. Beneath him, his cock buries itself to the hilt, hitting the deepest point of Flins' cunt. The fae's vaginal wall instantly clenches, clamping down onto Varka's length and bringing it to its release. Thick, white fluid shoots out, painting the inside of Flins with warmth.
Flins' choked-up moan is swallowed by their kiss, his own release catching up to him. Hot, clear liquid squirts out, coating the still erupting cock inside his cunt. Their seed blends into one, so abundant that there is now a slight bulge on the fae's usually flat lower abdomen.
Their lips part at last, still connected by a strand of saliva and labored breaths. Varka pulls out his length carefully, shushing Flins gently when the other begins to whine from oversensitivity. The moment his shaft pulls out, an outpouring of their combined fluids spills down, painting the fae's gaping pussy and shaking thighs. At the sight, a satisfied dark purr resonates in Varka's core.
No matter how much Varka adores how Flins' cunt drools their mingled release, pooling to his coat underneath him and staining it, he still reaches out to clean the mess. When his calloused fingers begin wiping their juices in careful strokes, slender fingers wrap around his wrist. Flins, gaze still hazy in the bliss of his orgasm, shakes his head. "Leave it," the fae mumbles in half-coherent speech, "I would like to keep it inside me for now, please."
Gulping down harshly, Varka instantly removes his fingers. With all his strength, he turns his eyes away from the gushing opening. The knight lies down beside Flins, pulling the fae into a warm embrace. He wraps the now-stained coat around them, shielding them from the increasingly chilly wind of Nod Krai's midnight.
Flins sighs softly, closing his eyes as the Grand Master's warmth envelops him. "You need not worry regarding what we have between us, Varka," Flins declares suddenly when his breathing is finally even, his tone as serene as the calm waves of Amsvartnir Lake. He slips his fingers between Varka's, right above his abdomen, intertwining them together. The fae lulls the other, brushing his thumb against Varka's scarred hand to soothe the knight's ache and exhaustion. "Fear not, I already belong to you. I am bound only to you. I love you."
Varka lets out a shaky breath, holding the man inside his arms as close as he can. He buries his nose to the fae's nape, inhaling the other's scent and imprinting it on his memory. "As mine does as well, Kyryll," Varka utters, pressing gentle kisses along the fae's fair skin. He vows with closed eyes, "I love you too. I'm yours, forever. I will cherish you, I will pledge my being to you, for eternity."
Amidst the night breeze of northern Nod Krai, the pair exchanges warmth. Hushed conversation is whispered between devoted kisses. Bright golden and dark azure locks are woven together as their limbs tangle close against one another. The surface of the tranquil lake ripples, sending the knight and the fae's pledge to the bed of stars hanging above them.