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Humans like Varka were rare, few and far between.
Maybe that’s why Flins was so entranced by him. No… no it was so much more than that. Flins was deeply in love with the Knight of Boreas. His strength was a plus, yes, but it wasn't the thing he fell in love with. He fell in love with the sweet look in those vast ocean blue eyes every time he looked at the fae. He fell in love with the loyalty he portrayed to everyone in his circle, vowing to never leave a man behind. He fell in love with each story the knight told, every scar across his skin and every battle he faced. He fell in love with every little detail of Varka.
It was a thought he pondered often. How did a human capture him like this? How was he so drawn to Varka? Like a moth to a flame, floating towards danger without a flicker of hesitation. But the fae couldn't imagine being with anyone other than the grand master.
He sat straddling his hips, a shirtless Varka under him. Delicate fingers traced the scars that adorned his build chest like they were the finest treasure. Yellow eyes were fixated on capturing every movement of his fingers. Flins hummed softly as he followed each pale, jagged scar. He knew some of the stories… but others, Varka didn't talk about. He feigned not remembering or simply changed the subject. Most wouldn't even register it as suspicious. But the fae were curious creatures. Flins was hardly the exception.
He had theories on how some of them came to be on his lover’s body. After all, the grand master of the Knights of Favonius had seen wars, battle after battle, abyss creatures of plenty. And one thing the lightkeeper knew for fact… humans were the most frightening predators in the animal kingdom. It was simply a matter of assigning a beast to each memory imprinted across his skin.
“.... Kyryll?”
Flins was pulled out of his thoughts by the deep voice finally registering. Varka was looking up at him with an uncertain look in his eyes. It was a fragile expression… vulnerable, one likely only Flins got to see. No one else got to see this side of the indestructible knight. But Flins knew the massive man had a tender heart that he kept hidden under his armor, hidden out of sight from enemies and comrades alike.
“Apologies… it seems I was distracted.” Flins offered a small smile.
“I noticed… what's going on in that pretty head of yours?” Fingers carded through long purple hair.
“Just you.” Flins chuckled. “You are simply the greatest human I've ever met.”
“Kyryll with his sweet words…” Varka snorted. “I assure you, I am far from great.”
“Hm…. Your humbleness is another thing to add to the list.” Flins murmured.
“Theres a list? Of what?”
Flins couldn't help but smile bright. This conversation would certainly make his knight blush pink. The fae draped his body across Varka, keening as strong hands slid down his back. He peppered kisses across his collar bone.
“The list of reasons I fell in love with you.” Flins punctuated with an open mouth kiss to the scar on Varka’s cheek. “The human who won a fae’s heart.”
“Back to those sweet words…” Varka whispered. The shyness in his voice was uncharacteristic for the boisterous man.
“Perhaps you wouldn't be so shy if you knew. If you knew how I see you. If you knew just how you captured me. ” Flins rested his head on his lover’s chest. “Your kindess… that addictive laugh of yours… the way your eyes crease when you smile…. The way your words soften when you drink… your will power and drive…”
Yellow eyes met blue ones. Sincerity shone bright in them like a candle cutting through a dark room. “Of course, these are just the beginning of the list. There are many, many more reasons that I open my bed and my soul to you, grand master Varka.”
“Was it truly I who won the heart of a fae… or did the fae show me just how passionate and fiery love was meant to be?” Varka murmured. His nails dragged down his back teasingly.
“Is there a particular reason it cannot be both?” Flins chuckled.
“Playing a dangerous game, my light.” Varka groaned.
“Perhaps you can show me just how passionate and fiery our love is.” Flins practically purred.
The lightkeeper was on his back in a heart beat with the knight above him. A playful yet utterly wicked grin graced Varka’s features. Thick hands dragged down his pale skin until they met the hem of his trousers. The layer of fabric was peeled away from his body, leaving him exposed to the cool air of the room. Flins heard Varka groan as he eyed his bare body up and down, the intense stare lingering on his fae markings longer than usual.
Intricate designs across his thighs and lower abdomen. The markings had an iridescent purple glow that was soft in the low light of the room. They matched his pale skin in a way that drove Varka crazy. Flins stifled a groan as fingers traced his markings like he was the most delicate artwork in the world.
“You are truly magnificent, my little fae.” Varka whispered. “I can’t wait to trace all of you with my tongue.”
“Only if I get to do the same with your scars.” Flins hummed. His fingers danced across a scar on his neck. “You are doing an awful lot of staring, grand master.”
The knight wrapped his hand around the fae’s hardening length. The calloused palm dragged along the shaft, pulling a needy hiss from Flins. His hips followed the far too slow strokes, chasing for more and more friction. Yellow eyes began to haze over, like the fog surrounding the lighthouse on the haunted isle. The lightkeeper held onto muscular arms as sharp nibbles and lavishing kisses were littered across his chest.
“How can I not stare?” Varka groaned. “You’re a marvel to look at. And you make the prettiest sounds whenever I touch you.”
“There is an even better way to pull pretty sounds from me.” Flins teased. A gasp followed as his lover's thumb swept across his sensitive tip.
“Like this?”
Flins moaned as his lover’s tongue dragged up his cock. He watched with lustful eyes as the grand master took the tip of his cock into his mouth and swallowed around it. He couldn't help but whimper, his fingers curling in blonde locks and tugging lightly. Inch by inch disappeared inside Varka’s excruciatingly hot mouth. Flins kept his hand on the back of the knight's head, not pushing down or controlling… simply keeping himself grounded as he was swallowed down by searing heat.
“Varka…” Flins gasped. “That feels good… please.”
Blue eyes looked up at him through lashes as his mouth slid up and down the length. The fae was sensitive, his muscles tense under the pleasure being administered. Flins mouth dropped open, moan after moan tumbling out at every flick of his lover's tongue. When Varka groaned around his cock, Flins eyes damn near rolled back.
His fingers tightened in the blonde hair, pulling him off. Flins groaned at the sudden loss of friction, even if it was by his own hand. A string of saliva still connected Varka's swollen lips to the hard, leaking member. The lightkeeper practically yanked his partner up into a hungry, devouring kiss. He shivered as he tasted himself on the others lips. Thick fingers carded through purple hair as the kiss heated up. Tongues met, the slide of their lips captured every moan and gasp that was exchanged.
“Why’d you want me to stop?” Varka panted against the others lips. “I was far from done.”
“I wanted a turn to have my lips on you is all.” Flins replied. “Lay with your back against the sheets. Let me treat my knight with care.”
“Wasn't I the one who was supposed to be showing you passion and fire?” Varka raised a brow. But he followed his fae’s instructions and laid back against the bed.
“You will… I assure you. But I am a greedy man, especially when it comes to you. And I do not want to wait any longer to have you against my tongue.” Flins hummed.
Flins was between his lover's legs before Varka could reply. Starting at the scars along his throat, his tongue dragged along the sensitive scars that adorned Varka's battle worn body. Eye contact was held as sweet kisses were traced along every scar on his body. From his throat, down his arms, down his chest and abdomen. Each swipe of his tongue, Flins would feel a groan rumble in Varka’s chest. The reaction was everything he had hoped for.
As the kiss's path led to the knight’s throbbing cock, Flins wrapped his fingers around it in a far too teasing grip. The moan that left Varka was strangled, like he was holding back, yet pleading for more.
“You know… you've never told me the story of some of your scars.” Flins said. He pressed a kiss to the head of his cock. “I want to hear them. Every tale, every yarn, every ache. Because it is a part of you, my knight.”
“Kyryll you can’t just say things like that while touching my dick…” Varka stammered.
“I eagerly wait to hear every story afterwards then. But, no more holding back your sounds. I am not the only one who makes pretty noises.” Flins tongue lapped up the precum beading at the tip before taking it into his mouth.
He felt his hair bunch between Varka's fingers. Drool slipped from his lips as his tongue worked the throbbing length. He relished in the moan Varka made as his tongue traced the sensitive vein that ran along the shaft. When their eyes met, Flins could see the clouds gathering over the ocean blue in Varka's eyes. A storm was gathering in the other man, one the fae couldn't wait to weather. His shoulders relaxed, his Adam's apple dropping.
The pressure on the back of his head increased. Flins swallowed down the massive member with practiced ease. The knight bucked his hips into the sensation, even though Flins had taken him down to the root. With hallowed cheeks, he swallowed down and began to pull back. The hand holding his hair pushed him back into place.
The pace was fast and wicked. Flins knew his throat would be sore from the rough treatment. His voice would certainly be raspy for the next few days. Drool slid down his chin and onto the sheets below as Varka fucked his mouth with fervor. Flins bucked his own hips against the sheets, searching for any sort of friction, anything to take the edge off as his own cock throbbed. His mind went completely blank besides the primal need for more.
He could have been having his throat fucked by Varka for hours if the knight allowed, until he could no longer speak or breathe. But he sucked in a deep breath as he was pulled off the length. His lungs burned from the oxygen deprivation. He gasped, lips swollen and wet from a mixture of saliva and precum. He looked up at Varka searching for answers. It took longer than normal for his mind to catch up as to what was happening, locked in a fog of lust and desire. Varka hadn't finished yet, his cock still painfully hard in front of him.
“I need to stretch you out so I can fuck you.” Varka explained, seeing the questioning look in those yellow eyes. “Otherwise, I was going to finish down your throat. I'd rather finish inside you.”
“Both certainly can be arranged.” Flins chuckled, pressing a kiss against Varka's thigh.
“Lube… before I change my mind and fuck your mouth again.” Varka groaned.
Flins rolled his eyes playfully at the comment. The lube was retrieved from between the mattress and the bed frame; the place Flins kept it so it wasn't too cold against his sensitive rim. The bottle was passed off to Varka. It was snapped open as Flins was lifted into his lap.
The fae was far too enchanted by his lover to notice the lube being spread across thick digits. Hazy, starry eyes watched as muscles flexed under his weight. Sweat layered across sun tanned skin. Curious hands slid up his chest, feeling the coarse hair that decorated his pecs. He loved that absolutely shattered expression on his knight’s face, one only the lightkeeper had the privilege of memorizing through their time together.
There was something so special about Varka. Something that allowed Flins to fall in love with him. Something that made him fall with zero chance of landing on his feet. Something that only made him want more.
A finger pressed inside his entrance, making Flins’ back arch and his eyes flutter. It sank inside him smoothly, prying apart the tight ring of muscle. Flins bit his lower lip as he groaned. Even one finger was incredibly thick, stretching him ever so perfectly. Slowly, it retreated and pushed back inside him.
Flins arms felt weak as he kept himself propped up. The preparation was agonizingly slow, like Varka was simply drinking in the blissful expression on the fae’s face and the warmth of his hole. The knight's chest began to rise and fall heavier in anticipation until a second finger finally joined the first. They stretched and scissored open the tight space, preparing him for what was to come. Flins was practically bouncing on his lover’s fingers by the time they grazed his sweet spot.
“Varka!!” Flins gasped.
“Needy little thing…” Varka teased. “You are so eager to bounce on my fingers… Do you want something bigger?”
Flins nodded frantically. His spine tensed as those fingers prodded against his sweet spot once again. It made his vision swim in a sea of stars. Precum dripped onto Varka below him. Then the addictive pleasure left him, alongside the thick fingers. Flins whined at the loss, far too empty to be bearable.
The moment Varka was done spreading lube across his cock, Flins took control. Lifting his hips, he lined his entrance up with the tip of the massive member. Then he dropped. The stretch was everything he had been wanting the entire evening as he admired his partner's body. Their hips met, the sinful symphony of both men’s moans intermingled as every inch filled Flins.
It felt like the air was punched out of his lungs with how full he was so suddenly. He felt Varka tighten his grip on his thighs. There would certainly be bruises the next day across his markings. The idea made the fae keen. Being marked by his lover, Varka's possessiveness made his toes curl.
“Tight…” Varka murmured. “I was going to bend you over and take you from behind but it seems you had different plans?”
“Different plans indeed.” Flins ran a hand up Varka's abs and chest. He smoothed over his stubbled jawline and smiled as the knight leaned into the soft touch.
“You wanna tell me those plans? Or do you plan on surprising me?” Varka asked.
“I am going to show you.” Flins leaned down and kissed his partner. “You just need to lay there and feel. And listen to what I have to say.”
Flins hips lifted off his lover's cock and slammed back down. The deep friction made both men groan. The grip on his thighs moved to his hips, holding on for dear life. Flins kept a deep, slow grinding pace. He was unhurried for either of them to finish, simply enjoying the stretch and full feeling.
“That's so good…” Varka groaned. “Damn you're tight tonight. And oh so hot. I could be buried inside you forever.”
“It can be arranged, my knight.” Flins wore a wispy grin as he moved just a little faster. He loved that lustful expression on his partner’s face.
A large hand swatted at his ass cheek. The sudden force made Flins gasp, his entrance tightening around the dick inside him. The burning handprint left on his skin made pleasure churn faster in his veins. He looked at Varka below him with an almost pleading look. Almost reading his mind, Varka spanked his other ass cheek. The tender touch of soothing the spanking followed, making Flins keen lowly. How sweet of his knight…
“You truly are my better half.” Flins gasped. “Knowing exactly what I want… knowing exactly how to make me feel good. Knowing exactly how to make me the happiest being in all of Teyvat.”
“I just know my little fae.” Varka's hand slid over the fae’s markings on his abdomen. “I know my partner like the back of my hand.”
Flins laced their hands together, using the leverage to move his hips higher to drop down on Varka. Deep, enough for Flins to feel each thrust up in his chest. Every time, the tip dragged across his prostate and pulled a lewd groan from him. His cock was painfully hard, precum drooling onto Varka's abs below him. Neglected, untouched. And yet Flins was so close to falling over the edge of pleasure.
“You truly are a wonder, my knight.” Flins muttered. “Showing this vulnerable side. Trusting me with your heart. I know that isn't easy.”
“Kyryll…” Varka groaned.
“Hush.” Flins grip tightened on his hands. “Do you realize what you've done to me? How you've captured this ancient fae without even realizing? I have never been more than curious about a human. But you? I crave the entirety of you. Body, mind and soul. And you've given me it without hesitation. Like an offering at an altar.”
Flins hips picked up the pace, though sputtering at the deep groan from Varka. “You put up a brave mask in front of your troops. Indestructible… truly a hero of time. However, under that armor is the sweetest man in Mondstadt. I do not need to enter the nation to know you have that title. A man who just wants to be loved as is… and you chose me? My knight, I may be unworthy of the honor.”
“Unworthy?” Varka rolled his eyes playfully. “I think it is the other way around. Because you are worth every ancient coin in the universe. Every ounce of silver, every ounce of gold.”
“Is that why you revealed your heart to me?” Flins pressed a kiss to a scar that adorned the back of Varka's hand.
“Its not every day I find someone like you.” Varka admitted.
The conversation made his entrance tighten around his lover. Flins was getting close. His partner wasn't fairing much better; his hips bucking up to chase after Flins’ warmth. Words were becoming harder to form as their orgasms drew closer and closer.
“Fill me Varka!” Flins gasped.
The slow teasing pace was long forgotten. Hands curled tighter around thin hips and lifted him. Flins was brought down at the same time as hips bucked up. The grip held him in place. All Flins could do was hold onto strong arms and cry out for more.
He finished first; untouched with semen coating Varka's skin below him. Yellow eyes rolled back as his body tensed. His thighs quivered as the thrusts inside him hardly even faltered. Varka's panting below him only made him clench tighter around him. Every nerve felt raw, like they had been set on fire and left to burn until nothing but ash remained.
Flins groaned as his partner buried his cock deep inside him and a warmth spread. The room was filled with small keens and hot panting as the two caught their breath. The fae let his tired muscles collapse under him. He landed against the built chest of his lover. He couldn't help but smile as he heard Varka's heart raced under him. Hands roamed his back as semen spilled out of his entrance.
Flins kissed along the knight's stubbled jawline. “I love you, Varka. You truly are the flame that keeps my lantern ablaze.”
“I didn't know I was your guiding light, my little lamp.” Varka's fingers curled in purple hair. “I love you more, Kyryll.”
Flins pushed his arms under him so their eyes could meet. “You are so much more than that. You, Knight of Boreas, are the wind that carries the flames through the fallen brush. You are the heat that burns away doubt. You are more than any scar, any weapon or armor.”
“And the wind will only carry our fire further, until nothing is left but us. Our desire and our passion for one another.”
“It certainly is a good thing I like it rough then.” Flins stole a fleeting kiss from the grand master. “Now… what do you say about chasing that flame once again?”
Varka rolled them over so that Flins back hit the sheets. Purple hair fanned under him. “Now you're speaking my language.”
“Don’t hold back now, my knight.”