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Giving up control was something foreign to the Grandmaster. He led his troops into battle with gusto, without hesitation and even fire in his veins. From strategic battles to plotting coordinates across a map of Nod-Krai. But when it came to his fae, Varka was willing to give so much. Or rather, give up.
A switch in their usual routine. A gift to Flins prior to his departure back to Mondstadt. Giving the ratnik his usual dominance and his orgasms. The idea alone made Varka ungodly hard. He trusted his fae with his life, he knew nothing out of line would happen.
That's how Varka laid flat on his back, handcuffed to the bed frame in his lover’s room. The lighthouse at Final Night Cemetery was ghostly quiet, the only sounds coming from the knight and the lightkeeper. Completely bare, the cool sheets kept Varka grounded as yellow eyes studied him.
“Far too gorgeous.” Flins practically purred. “All laid out and ready for me to feast upon.”
“Just gonna keep lookin?” Varka teased.
“Hardly… I am simply admiring my knight. Memorizing his body before he leaves my abode.” Flins hummed.
“I will be back to Nod-Krai, Kyryll.” Varka chuckled. “Its a short leave of absence from this post is all.”
“I’m well aware.” Slender fingers cupped the knight's stubbled jawline. “Nonetheless, I am going to miss you with every fiber of my being.”
“I have no doubt you'll be counting down the days until I return back to Nasha town.” Varka leaned into the tender hold. “Now… you gonna touch me or what?”
Flins tutted his tongue, chuckling softly at the not so begging, more demanding, tone of his partner. “Patience.”
“Impossible when I’m naked, hard and waiting on your touch.” Varka grunted.
“I will have to teach you then. After all, your orgasms tonight are mine. Perhaps I'll give them to you, perhaps I won’t. You have to wait and see.” Flins replied.
The slender fingers left his jawline, Varka practically chasing their warmth. He watched as long bare legs swung over his thick thighs, Flins straddling his lover with a stunning view of all of his assets. The ratnik was just as hard as the grand master. Both were eager and yet neither wanted the session to come to an end too quickly. Like a goodbye destined to last forever.
Slim fingers traced a few of the scars across Varka's torso. He sucked in a breath. A fleeting, gentle touch to a mark that once caused him so much pain. The loving touch drifted across the expanse of his war torn torso. Almost like Flins was memorizing every sharp angle of the thready scar tissue. The air felt like it was sucked from the room, like oxygen was optional for the knights survival. His breath remained held as he was caressed. Had Flins’ hands always been this warm?
Cuff links rattled against the frame of the bed, a valiant yet useless effort of wanting to touch his lover too. Milky thighs called for his touch like a siren louring men to the ocean’s depths. Instead, all he could do was ball his hands into fists and allow Flins to do as he pleased.
Right… control was out of his reach. He was putty in the hands of his fae, pliant and ready to be molded anyway Flins saw fit for the burly Grandmaster.
Nimble fingers traveled across the expanse of his body, Flins keening at every heavy, breathy sound Varka made. Down and down they explored until at last they wrapped around his hard cock. Already beginning to leak, the member twitched as it finally received attention. Varka sucked in a deep breath, his lungs finally remembering how to work. His hips jumped off the bed, chasing the far too fleeting touch as Flins stroked up and down the length.
“Needy thing.” Flins tutted. “If you want it, then tell me what you need.”
“Tighter, stroke me like you mean it Kyryll.” Varka grunted.
“So willing to edge yourself today.” Flins chuckled.
Just as he wished, the strokes became faster, the grip tightening to form some actual friction. Varka finally had pleasure to chase. He had to grit his teeth to keep himself from breaking the flimsy handcuffs in half to get more. Precum dripped heavily down the shaft of his cock, making a slick sound echo off the walls of the lighthouse.
The edge came into sight far quicker than he had ever anticipated. Maybe it was the situation he found himself in. Maybe it was because Flins knew exactly where all of his sensitive spots were. But heat boiled just below the surface of his skin, threatening to bake him alive. His groans became deeper, more desperate. Just as he was about to cum, the lithe fingers released his aching length.
“Fuck!” Varka growled, frustrated as the pleasure suddenly disappeared.
“Did you really think I was going to give you an orgasm so readily?” Flins hummed. “We have all night, my Grandmaster.”
“Filthy minx…” Varka panted. He squirmed against the sheets, the heated lust still boiling uncomfortably under his skin.
Flins leaned forward, stealing a chaste kiss from his knight. In the close proximity, the fae pressed their lengths together. Slender fingers wrapped around both cocks. Varka swore under his breath as he realized his fingers couldn't close around the thickness of both together. Precum had slickened both of them for an easy slide.
Varka couldn't tear his eyes away. Watching his boyfriend's cock rut against his own was intoxicating. Small hip thrusts to meet the twist of his grip. The knight chewed on his lower lip, doing everything not to buck in time with his lover. Each sweet moan from Flins stoked the fire burning in Varka's core until he was damn near lost to the flames.
The size difference between the two only sank Varka deeper into the vat of lust he was already drowning in. Varka was damn near double the girth of his lover, a few inches longer. His boyfriend was far from small and yet Varka was still massive compared to him in almost every aspect.
“Shit… that's it, my little light.” Varka groaned. “C'mon now, stroke us a little faster.”
“Are you that desperate to see the edge of pleasure once again?” Flins hummed, a soft gasp hidden under his words.
“Can you blame me? I have a gorgeous fae in my lap with his dick pressed against my own.” Varka grinned. “And based on the fog in those pretty yellow eyes, I know you're close to that edge too.”
Flins hand paused at the statement. It looked like he was pondering something… an idea maybe. But the break would be far from long. Slender fingers tightening around both lengths. From that teasing, far from enough pace to excruciatingly addictive pleasure in seconds. The fae was unpredictable in his game, of when he was and wasn't going to give the Grandmaster his pleasure. Varka swore under his breath at the sharp pace, his head falling back against a pillow. The wet schicking sound of the stroking burned his ears. Both men's hips chased after the warm touch, their shafts grinding together just adding on another decadent layer of need.
A long, breathy moan filled the room as Flins finished first. His fist still pumped around both men, the fae chasing overstimulation more than his lover’s orgasm. But all of it was far too much for Varka. He finished a few seconds later, a needy growl following. His wrists yanked against the cuffs holding him in place.
He choked off a moan as Flins stroking hardly even stopped. Overstimulation took control over his nerves, making his back arch off the bed. The lightkeeper was used to the razor sharp edge of overstimulating pleasure. In fact, he practically chased after it every time he and Varka were intimate.
“Fuck, Kyryll too much!” Varka gasped, tears gathering along his lash line.
His erection hardly had a chance to flag. All he could think about was being buried balls deep inside the warmth of his little lamp. The need was burning far too hot and nothing was moving fast enough to put out the blaze. He could hardly breathe as another orgasm threatened to devour him whole.
Varka gasped as the hand left their cocks. His body sagged against the sheets, sweat making the fabric stick to him. But the grin on his face spoke volumes to his partner.
“How was that?” Flins teased. “Do you think you can handle more?”
“Can I handle more?” Varka scoffed softly. “I can’t wait to be buried inside your ass, my light. Enough where I’m tempted to break these cuffs and have you pinned against these sheets instead.”
“As tempting as that sounds, play along a little longer, my knight.” Flins request came out almost too polite for the situation, as the person currently in control.
“Anything for you, Kyryll.” Varka murmured.
The ratnik gingerly reached over to the bedside, grabbing the bottle of oil. A generous amount was spread across his fingers, reveling in the needy groan from the man below him. A wicked idea came to Flins. Leaning back and spreading his legs, Varka got a full view of his still hard cock and empty entrance.
Flins was more than willing to give his boyfriend a show he could think about over and over in their time apart.
The slick digits circled the tight ring of muscles slowly, blue eyes watching every movement. The knight swallowed thickly as slender fingers tips barely pressed inside.
“You’re just teasing me now.” Varka grunted. “Fuck thats a view…”
“Guide me, Varka.” Flins begged softly.
Varka swore under his breath at such a pretty offer. “Put one finger in first, slowly.”
Without hesitation, a slender fingers breached his entrance. Flins threw his head back, a shiver running down his spine as he finally had something inside him. The stretch was hardly enough though. Flins had thin fingers, long and slender compared to Varka's thick ones. Nonetheless, his finger stayed still inside him as he waited for the knight to further his instructions.
“Hows that feel, my little lamp?” Varka smirked. “Not enough is it?”
Flins shook his head. His hips bucked, trying to bury his finger deeper inside him. He made a pitiful little begging sound, eager to follow whatever instructions Varka had ready for him.
“In and out, okay?” Varka hummed. “Slowly, we aren't rushing, remember?”
The slim finger pulled out then slowly pushed back in. Varka watched as it reappeared then disappeared back inside the tight heat. The blonde chewed on his lower lip as he imagined his cock disappearing inside him next. His hips rolled, trying desperately for friction that wasn't available. When the finger was slowly picking up the pace, Varka groaned.
“Another finger. Press it inside then when you think you can take it, stretch yourself wide.” Varka said.
Flins was quick to add the second finger. He gasped as the digit popped inside. They sank deep inside him. Even with two, it was far from enough. Damn… he was supposed to be taking this slow, tease varka until he was begging to be inside of him. But Flins was on the verge of just riding his lover over and over again. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, spread them wide and pushed them back in.
Moan after moan came from the fae as he rode his own fingers. Far from enough, nowhere near as thick. Slick sounds of his lubed fingers echoed in the small space. Flins cock was dripping precum down onto Varka right below him. Painfully hard again, just as the knight was. Flins couldn't help the small smirk as he watched his boyfriend's aching cock twitch, completely untouched.
“Add a third and curl them up. I want to see those pretty yellow eyes roll back.” Varka grunted.
It was becoming a craving. The need for more. When it came to Varka, there was never enough. Especially with a month apart on the table. The third finger entered him mid thrust. It was what he needed. Finally he felt full enough, and yet he wanted to feel the stretch of Varka's cock inside him. That otherworldly stretch of almost being split in two by his lover's large cock. Doing as he was told, his fingers curled inside him. It took a few tries to find it but when he did, a lewd moan dripped past his lips.
His thighs shook as he prodded against his sweet spot. Pleasure shook every nerve as the pressure increased. Yellow eyes glassed over, rolling back as his mouth dropped. His shoulders tensed, his legs skirting wider. It gave Varka an incredible sight; three fingers buried inside the greedy entrance being swallowed whole. The tug and pull of his stretched rim could have made Varka cum on the spot. Especially decorated with those sweet needy moans.
“Varka!” Flins gasped. “Not enough… my fingers are too thin…”
“Want something thicker?” Varka teased. He chuckled as Flins nodded vigorously. “Then ride my cock. Put it inside you, my little fae. Take what you need from me.”
Oiled fingers pulled out with a wet pop. His entrance clenched around nothing, his dick twitching as pleasure still sat heavy in his core. Long pale legs framed muscular hips. Varka hissed as the cool oil hit his cock. The contrast was stark and yet it felt so damn good, like a moment of relief before he was thrown back in the fire that was making love to his fae.
The world slowed for the Grandmaster as the tip of his cock met the rim of Flins entrance. Slowly his hips dropped, the head popping inside and Varka saw the universe. Every planet and star outside Tevyat's false sky was clear to him as he entered the warmth of his lamp fae. Inch by inch sank into him, Flins pausing frequently to adjust to the girth. By the time their hips met, both men were already close to the edge.
“Fuck…” Varka whispered. “Kyryll you okay? You're awfully tight, little light.”
“I’m more than okay. It feels so good.” Flins panted, a soft whimper under his breath as he adjusted his hips.
“Take your time baby.” Varka murmured. “Seeing you ride me like this is fucking gorgeous. Shit, my little lamp… I’m gonna be thinking about this until I come home to Nod-Krai again.”
“Good. That's my goal.” A slender finger traced a scar across his chest. “I love you, my Grandmaster.”
“I love you more.” Varka relaxed against the sheets. “My perfect little fae.”
Flins hips raised a few inches then dropped back down. The tip of his cock practically crushed his prostate on reentry. Tears gathered at his lash line, a loud groan ripping from his throat. It would only take a few thrusts like that for Flins to reach his second orgasm. Dry, making his back arch and his cock twitch almost pathetically. He clenched around Varka, squeezing him like a vice and making the Grandmaster swear to whatever archon was listening.
“What a good boy.” Varka groaned. “Archons you’re warm and tight, fuck… so perfect for me, my light.”
Flins took a few moments to come down from his high. Still being so full, his mind felt completely blank. He whimpered as he felt Varka's cock twitch inside him. Right… he was the one in control right now. He should give Varka another orgasm as a reward for such a gift of giving up his usual control. And he certainly could come again; especially with his massive cock still bullying his prostate.
Hands were planted firmly against Varka's muscular chest. Even as the overstimulation wrapped over him like a weighted blanket, Flins rode his knight quick and rough. He relished in every needy moan that came from Varka below him. His hips stuttered as it became far too much to keep a steady pace. But Varka was happy to make up the difference. The knight bucked to meet every rise and fall of his lover, chasing after the warmth like a life line.
“Kyryll, Kyryll fuuuuck…” Varka groaned. “That's so good, far too good in fact. Just like that baby, it's okay you can scratch me, I see you wanna.”
Nails scraped across Varka's scarred chest as Flins head fell back. His breathy moans were becoming louder and closer together. His hips moved faster and faster, the slickened thrusts driving both of them into a frenzy.
Just as the peak of ecstasy was on the horizon, Flins stopped his hips, opting to slowly grind against Varka with his cock buried deep inside him. The knight let out a frustrated groan. He struggled against the cuffs.
“You were about to cum without permission.” Flins panted, a smirk curling the corners of his mouth.
“How can I not be close while you ride me like that?” Varka grunted.
“But should you cum and end our fun so early?” Flins teased. “We do have all night.”
“I can give you more rounds.” Varka blew his lover above him a kiss. “Whatever my fae wants. You are the one in control after all.”
Flins paused, feigning the pondering of what he should do. His hips began to move again, actively chasing after his own orgasm. “Then fill me, my knight… over and over tonight.”
Varka bit back a possessive growl. Oh he certainly could do that, especially when his lover demanded it so prettily. Watching Flins chase after his pleasure was a sight he would dream about for lifetimes to come. A sight he could watch for the rest of his mortal life if the fae would grant him permission. His own orgasm was catching up at a brutally quick pace. Being wrapped around his little lamp’s warm, tight heat was hard to resist. Especially with listening to all those feather light, wispy moans.
Varka finished inside his lover, buried deep within as the sea of pleasure that whisked him far past paradise. Flins moaned as he felt his entrance filled, the searing heat painting his walls. Keeping the thick cock lodged inside him, Varka watched as Flins stroked his aching, neglected cock. It only took a few strokes to paint Varka's abs and chest with more semen.
The room filled with their heavy breath as they both came down from their high. It took Flins a few moments to come back to reality enough to release the cuffs. The moment they were off, Varka wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and rolled them. With his back against the sheets, Varka littered kisses across Flins face and chest, whispering praise after praise.
When he pulled back, vast ocean blue eyes met warm yellow ones.
“Simply incredible, my little lamp.” Varka whispered.
“Perhaps next round, you do not need to be cuffed?” Flins hummed. “Your orgasm is still mine to dole out, however.”
“Whatever you'd like, Kyryll. I’m yours… not just for tonight. But forever. I’m yours.”