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Varka and Flins were hanging out with some of their friends at the Flagship. They chatted and laughed, with drinks and snacks accompanying their fun.
Flins, who was sitting next to Varka, spoke politely and nonchalantly as always. Meanwhile the Grand Master kept covering his mouth and looking away.
Fortunately, no one paid it much mind. If only they knew what was going on under the table...
After having a great time, everyone bids their farewells and starts leaving one by one.
„Are we going?“ Flins asks, standing at the table.
„...“
„Varka?“
„I can't.“
„Hm? What's the matter? Did you have too much to drink aga– Oh.“
„Tch.“ Varka looks at Flins, blushing and very angry. Flins just smirks.
„The hell you're smiling for!? This is your doing. If I could, I'd bend you over this table right here, right now.“
Flins sits back next to Varka, not intimidated by his anger in the slightest. If anything, he found it amusing. He moved as close as possible and wrapped his arms around Varka's neck.
„There's almost no one here. Maybe we can take care of this peculiar situation here and now.“
„Oh don't be ridiculous.“ Varka growls.
„So scary...“ Flins mocks a scared tone. „I'm sure that if I...“ he slides under the table and sits between Varka's legs, earning a terrified expression from him. „...stay right here, noone's gonna notice a thing.“
„Kyryll get the fuck out of there right now–“
Varka covers his mouth, swallowing a gasp as Flins rubs the bulge in his pants.
He looks down again and upon seeing the look in his lover's yellow eyes as well as his grin, accepts his fate.
Their table was conveniently in the very corner. So all Varka had to do was keep his cool. And keep quiet.
„Just remain silent, my love. I will make this quick.“
The fae looks up at his lover and the state he's in and can't help himself. „Or will I?~“
He caresses Varka's hips, trails his finger on his abdomen, bites his thighs and so on...
Varka just hides his face with one hand, gripping the table with the other. Needless to say that the table cracked a bit. He's probably never been so turned on and angry at the same time before.
Every touch felt like torture. Sweet, but still torture. It was too gentle, too light, too little.
Varka has been enduring Flins' teasing for about an hour now, counting also when the others were here and Flins kept touching him under the table... He glares down, his face red with lust, fury and embarrassment.
„Very well.“ The fae just smiles.
Finally, Flins unzipped Varka's pants, granting him a tiny sense of relief. It was getting pretty painful. The pants were feeling incredibly tight.
„Oh wow~ I didn't know I turned you on this much, sir Knight.“
„Just... Just get it over with!“ Varka whispers.
Flins smiles, as if proud of himself for getting them into this situation.
The fae was fighting the urge to keep teasing and edging his lover. But he knew it was probably getting really uncomfortable and unbearable for him.
He holds Varka gently, as he licks from the bottom to the tip. Once there, he takes him in and moves his head slowly, using his hand as well. His lover was a big man, after all... 🌝
Varka is biting his hand, using every ounce of his strength to keep quiet. If only Flins wasn't so good at this...
With his free hand, Flins was squeezing Varka's thigh, knowing how much he likes it.
Varka can't help but reach under the table and grab Flins' hair. It's like a reflex.
Flins hums, sending vibrations down Varka's body, making him almost lose it. He also picks up the pace and before long, Varka is about to come..
He may be bravely and successfully keeping quiet, but his face is a complete mess. Oh how lucky they are that there are so few people and that everyone is minding their own business, not caring about the Knight from Mondstat making weird faces.
Varka's grip on Flins' hair tightens, earning more moans from the fae, to which he can't hold it back anymore and starts panting and moaning quietly. Still covering his mouth to at least muffle the sounds.
Varka slams his fist on the table as he comes, making all the glasses and cups jump and clink.
That draws the attention of some of the people there. But they brush it off as him getting angry at the tab or being too drunk or something like that.
Varka drops his head on the table, resting it on his arm. He's slowly catching his breath, still gripping on Flins' hair, holding him in place.
Flins was obediently sitting under the table, silently enjoying Varka's strong grip.
When Varka calmed down, coming down from his high, relaxed and let go, Flins zipped his pants back up and then came out from under the table, sitting across his exhausted lover.
The fae keeps smiling, enjoying every minute of this ridiculous situation. Varka is still angry.
„Oh just you wait 'till we get back home.“ the Grand Master glares at his lover, who just chuckles.
„I'm looking forward to it, my Knight~“