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Flins had to restrain himself.
There was something about Varka among his men in the bar that drove the fae insane. Perhaps it was the way he flung back ale after ale. Maybe it was how he made every person around him feel like family. Maybe it was that sunshine bright smile or that boisterous, Teyvat shattering laugh. But Flins was borderline obsessed with his partner, head over heels madly in love.
He didn't mind being a fly on the wall that evening, simply watching his boyfriend interact with all of the other patrons at the bar. The blue moon the Grandmaster flung his arm over his shoulder and joined him in the merriment was enough for Flins. He knew at the end of the night, he would be going home with the life of the party after all.
But for now, Flins had to restrain himself.
Their relationship was an open secret among the residents of Nasha town. They knew the Grandmaster was smitten for the ratnik that carried a special lantern. They knew they were comrades in arms during the battles among the wild hunt and saving the moon goddess. They knew the two tended to disappear in the back of the flagship often or were seen together in the Knights of Favonius camp. Hell, there were even rumors of Varka being seen traveling to the Final Night Cemetery where Flins took up residence.
But friends knew. But most of the knights knew. The ratniki knew. The knight and the fae were destined to be together. Both far away from their homeland, yet finding home in each other.
Flins had finished the glass of red wine he had been nursing all night long. Alcohol hardly affected the fae anyhow. He preferred the burn of fire-water. The way the warmth spread across his chest and through his body felt relaxing to the lamp fae. Like he was locked inside his lamp and napping during a snow storm in Snezhnaya. Not tonight however…. Tonight he had plans he wanted to act on.
He noticed early in the night that Varka had switched to non-alcoholic beer. No one else knew besides the lightkeeper, grandmaster and bartender. Did Varka also have plans for the evening? It was something so small, it was likely the other knights didn't notice the change.
When last call came at the Flagship bar, it was Varka who pulled the lightkeeper out of the bar and into the streets of Nasha Town. The air was crisp and chilled. The streets were completely barren; not a soul in sight. It was late enough at night where everyone had returned home already or were finishing last call. They were alone in the dark streets of Nasha town… just how Flins wanted it to be.
It was a fantasy both had talked about one night. Harmless pillow talk that Flins wanted to turn into reality before the knight returned back to Mondstadt. A night of them barely able to keep their hands off of each other only to end up making love in a darkened alley in Nasha town. The thrill of potentially getting caught mixed with the restraint towards each other was beyond arousing to both men.
Flins back hit the dense brick wall in a dark alley. A dead end, the fae completely blocked from view by the massive stature of his knight. Varka loomed over him, bright blue eyes foggy with want. The space between Varka and Flins closed, the knight mere inches from the fae’s face. There was a hungry look in his favorite eyes, like Varka wanted to devour him whole with no remains left.
“You see something you like, sir Flins?” Varka teased. “You’ve been staring all night long.”
“How could I not stare?” Flins slender hands slid around his waist, hidden under his jacket. “You are exquisite to admire after all.”
“I could say the same about you.” Varka's chapped lips found the lightkeepers neck. A sharp nip landed on his jawline. “It took every ounce of restraint not to pick you up, throw you over my shoulder and carry you to a room then and there.”
“So I wasn't the only one practicing restraint.” Flins chuckled. “But we find ourselves alone now… whatever will we do about that?”
“I can think of a thing or two.” Varka grinned.
“I can as well. Is this why you switched to non-alcoholic ale early in the evening? To keep a level head while we play with each other in an alleyway?” Flins asked. His hands were busy unlatching the belt that held the grandmaster's pants.
“So you noticed.” Varka laughed. “I saw that hungry look in your eye the moment we crossed the threshold into the Flagship. Figured you had something you wanted and who am I to deny my pretty little light?”
“Thank you, Grandmaster.” Flins smile was far too innocent for a man who had just undone his boyfriends belt and unzipped his pants. “Always so considerate of my wants… Perhaps I should reward such good behavior.”
Flins dropped to his knees, his hands busy unbuttoning his lover's trousers. His form was completely blocked in the alley by a wall and his knights massive form. A mere illusion of privacy even if it was the middle of the night. Once the offending garment was finally opened, Varka’s half hard cock was revealed. He groaned as the night air hit his heating skin. Lithe fingers wrapped around his shaft, sliding up and down the length teasingly.
Varka bit back a hiss. “A bit rough, my light… but damn that feels good.”
“Patience, my dear grandmaster.” Flins chuckled. “I am certainly not down on my knees to stroke you to completion."
His lips found the tip of his cock, giving it a lavishing kiss. Slowly he took it into his mouth, eyes locked with Varkas as he watched the tip disappear. Flins moaned lowly, eyes fluttering as more and more disappeared into his mouth. Even at only half mast, Varka was quite large. It took time for the fae to adjust to his lover's girth entering his throat but archons did he love the burning stretch.
It hardly took any time for Varka to be fully erect and struggling to keep his voice down. He brushed back Flins’ bangs, gathering his long hair in a pony tail. No tugging, no pulling… just something to keep him grounded in reality. The lewd slurping echoed off the brick buildings they were sandwiched between.
“Fuck that feels good…” Varka groaned lowly. “Far too talented with that tongue of yours, Kyryll.”
Flins moaned around the length buried in his throat. His thoughts felt fuzzy, lost in the throes of lust. The thrill of potentially being caught added an extra element of excitement, one that made the lightkeeper excruciatingly hard in his trousers. Reaching down, he stroked himself through the fabric. It barely took the edge off.
His tongue dragged along the underside of Varka’s cock, tracing the shaft upward until only the tip remained in the warmth of his mouth. The salty tang of precum across his tongue made a shiver roll down his spine. It was leaking heavily from Varka’s slit. Yellow eyes were dewy with unshed tears as his head bobbed up and down the aching length.
Varka let out a breath moan as his head tilted back. The grip on his hair finally began to tighten. The reality was far better than the fantasy could have ever been. Flins was far too pretty on his knees, especially with his mouth full like this. Then the glances of the ratnik touching himself through his pants, like sucking Varka off, was far too arousing to handle. Oh how he couldn't wait to pull Flins back to the Final Night Cemetery and pull him apart bit by bit-
“Shit… I’m getting close…” Varka grunted quietly. “You are far too sexy like this, far too pretty with your mouth full of my cock.”
Flins doubled his efforts; both in deep-throating his lover's length and pressing the heel of his palm against his own aching cock. The edges of his vision blurred. Drool slipped past his lips and down his chin. He couldn't help but moan around the length inside his mouth as his hand hit a sensitive spot, even through the fabric. Especially with sweet words of praise practically dripping from Varka above him.
By this point of their relationship, Flins knew all of the little signs of Varka’s impending orgasm. The way his groaning deepens. Or the way his hips begin to buck into his mouth like he's chasing his orgasm. Or the way his fingers lighten their grip in his hair only to tighten seconds later.
Flins buried Varka’s cock down his throat as the Grandmaster’s orgasm ripped through his body. Large hands pushed down the back of his head, making sure he stayed in place as the fae swallowed every drop of his cum. The unshed tears finally rolled over his lashline like they had threatened to do for the past 10 minutes they had been in this back alleyway. Every muscle in his body went slack, trusting for Varka to keep him in place.
As his length began to soften, Flins pulled back. A trail of saliva still connected them together, a sight that made Varka groan almost possessively. Gentle fingers urged Flins to look upward, safely tucked under his jawline.
“You okay, my light?” Varka whispered.
“More than. Did it uphold to the fantasy we described?” Flins asked. His voice was rather gravely and rough.
“Uphold to it? You are a million times better than some fantasy.” Varka laughed. “C’mon… let's get you back to your light house. I have a pretty damn good reward in mind for you.”
“Let us make haste then, my knight. I still ache for you after all.”