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Kircheis woke up from a seemingly decade-long nap, yet the sudden flash of image filling his head felt like it was just yesterday. His Lord Reinhard, calling his name repeatedly.
He forced himself to sit up from the bed, groaning from the stabbing pain on the left of his chest, his whole body hurts.
“K-K.. Heis.. “ A whisper calls his name and he almost breaks his neck to confirm the source of that voice, and there, a silent weight on his bed beside him, an angel with blinding golden hair, splayed over the white sheet, taking his breath away.
Kircheis’ gaze fell on his lord’s shape, the image of Reinhard who has his back bent over to rest his head on the space beside Kircheis, an unusual gesture, a sort of vulnerability from his lord that ignites something inside of him.
He reaches out to touch the latter's tear-stained cheek with the back of his hand, watching as the long golden lashes flatters from his touch, furrowed brows and tightly shut eyes slowly dissipates along with the constant fear-laced whimpers of his name, and he is met with a pair of blue ocean eyes.
“Kircheis… You're awake” he watches his lord's face, to his half-lidded eyes staring back at him softly. Reinhard takes his hand “Good morning, Reinhard” he says without thinking better, and his attention drifts to his lord's hand over his, a feeling of longing gnaws at him, wanting to reach over, to interlace his fingers with Reinhard’s.
“Kircheis…” Reinhard breathes his name, as if in grief, those pairs of blue eyes avoiding his gaze, contemplating the words to follow.
“Reinhard, I-”
“I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving me, Kircheis” Reinhard cuts him, looking at him deeply, laying it all out as if it holds no weight. And Kircheis, with all the restraint he has, reaches out and settles on top of Reinhard’s hand over his “I apologize, Reinhard” for making you worry he wanted to say, but he held back, not trusting himself to lead with the unexpected energy he has suppressed for so long, slowly engulfing him the moment he woke up.
“You saved my life, Mein Freund, please tell me what you wish for, and I will give more than what it takes, tell me, Kircheis, what is it?” and Reinhard doesn't seem to know better, leading the both of them somewhere. Everything feels like a fever dream, like an angel lulling him, perhaps a form of punishment.
Reinhard’s full attention over him, his lord's face getting closer and closer and he could just steal a kiss from the talking angel.
“My lord, have you forgotten? I swore to protect you with my last breath, my life is at your mercy” words can't describe how I feel seeing you safe, breathing, and untouched
And in a second he caught a glimpse of emotions swirling behind those blue eyes “Fair point. Next time, don't ever wander without a weapon with you.” Kircheis nods, mentally readying himself from the imminent pattern after interaction with his lord; Reinhard, with all his warmth poured unto him, suddenly depriving him of light. He watches the latter stand, and a silent pause between them lingers in the air.
Kircheis closes his eyes, this was expected. He opens his eyes for a friendly farewell just in time, instead, he feels Reinhard’s hand move toward his bandaged wound, carefully tracing upon the stitch, he shivers.
His eyes follow every movement he could as Reinhard’s cold hand tenderly moves to the other stitched wound on his stomach that seemed to heal faster, Kircheis suppressed a shaky breath out from his mouth as he lays bare before the latter, it was not the first time Reinhard has seen him topless, truthfully, they take a bath together in the past, but it was when they were yet teenagers, and he wasn't unfamiliar with his lord's touch. But this was nothing like anything before.
“You have been out for 3 days, I had you sedated so it heals faster. Does it hurt?” Reinhard whispers that he couldn't almost catch it if not for their closeness, Kircheis covers Reinhard’s hand on his chest, a comforting gesture as he slightly shakes his head “Not much more than I expected, thank you Reinhard” perhaps it was the sedation, making him feel hot in an air conditioned room.
“No need to thank me Kircheis” Reinhard smiles, grazing his hand over his body carefully, comforting, and finally, just like that, his lord takes back the warmth.
Kircheis watches as Reinhard starts to walk towards the door, farther away from him, and he just wanted to stand up, take Reinhard by the wrist and drag him back to their own world. He could ask Reinhard to play with his red locks, as weirdly as that may sound, he could take advantage of his poor situation.
When he sees the blonde twist the door, reason truly left his body and he decides to move, to stand up, but a pain suddenly shoots at the area of his wounds, he huffs at the throbbing, and he falls back into the bed in surrender.
Reinhard strides back to him quickly, concern painted on his face “Kircheis! What happened?” he feels the latter’s hands on his shoulders, “Uh–I-I moved a bit too much” the latter’s touch moved to his nape to the back of his head, caressing his hair “You should be careful, the stitch might open up” Reinhard’s brows curved lightly in concern, an expression reserved just for the both of them.
“Yes, sorry, Reinhard” Kircheis finally caught his lord's wrist with his free hand, head tilted upward to give his full attention to Reinhard, the latter paid no mind, giving him a held back smile “How amusing, isn't it, Kircheis? You were always one who takes care of me, and now the tables have turned” Kircheis simply smiled as a response, giving a nod before slowly pulling the latter’s hand away from his hair to press a kiss on his lord's palm. He shuts his eyes close as silence fills the room with the gesture staying a bit too long
“Kircheis?” His grip lightly tightens on the latter's wrist, hearing no protest other than a tone laced with curiosity. He inhales the scent coming from Reinhard through his wrist, that same orange and vanilla scent he always loved whenever the latter fixes his hair. And suddenly, he breaks “It scares me, Reinhard, how easy it was for you to just—”
Kircheis pulls Reinhard closer to him “—disappear, in a moment. Just thinking about it, I will just have to follow right after you.” he pecks the side of Reinhard’s fingers before drawing his tongue upwards, shy, silently, he watches his lord's eyes widen shock which lasted only a second as a whimper escapes Reinhard’s lips when his tongue travels to the spaces of his fingers, tasting him like a puppy licking his owner.
“K-kircheis” he exhales in high pitch, eyes holding thousands of words left unsaid as Kircheis gives him a look, that same look Reinhard gave up long ago trying to decipher. Kircheis then slowly lets go of his wrist, as if he is a delicate doll that will break, and with that same rich deep voice that has saved his ass for a long time, he utters “I'm sorry, Reinhard—” and Reinhard didn't let him finish, the latter holds his chin, and in a swift motion he felt his lips met with the softest thing.
Kircheis freezes, everything happened so quickly like a dream. He holds Reinhard’s nape as he hungrily kisses him back, messily, throwing all his rationality out of the window.
Reinhard breaks the kiss with a huff, inexperience evident on the way he moves his lips, Kircheis chases after him, biting on his lower lip as a permission to gain control, and he let him be, the latter pulls him by the waist further to the bed and he moves carefully as to avoid worsening Kirches’ yet fully healed wound.
“Kirc—heis—” Kircheis halts as Reinhard pulls his face away, a string of saliva connecting them and the room suddenly feels like burning “Sit, carefully” Reinhard commands, petting his nape as he obliges, leaning on the headboard. Reinhard follows and crawls to close the space between them, and Kircheis welcomes him halfway, closing the gap between them once again with a searing kiss, this time, he feels Reinhard’s hand on his body, moving on his shoulder like a map, to his arms, and neck with utmost care.
Reinhard breaks the kiss to unbutton his top, and right then and there he looks like sin himself. His angelic features contrasting the very sinful act and Kircheis can't help but watch with utter devotion, milky skin painted with pink hues greets him each second “Beautiful” he whispers the word rolling off his tongue unconsciously, and Reinhard acknowledges him with a small smile, his heart swells in adoration as his lips found its way to the latter's smooth neck, “K-Kircheis” he hears his lord whines as he sucks, nipping at every skin his lips touches.
He catches the pinkish erect bud with his mouth, leaving no more room for imagination as he dives in with thirst, Reinhard lets out a broken moan, one he didn't know the latter would emit. The sound urges him to do better, to worship the body of the man who he wholeheartedly devoted his whole life to. Reinhard grips a thick hair from the back of his head, feeling the ache from the pull with nowhere to go as the latter pushes his head forward in contrast, drowning him with the smooth plane of his lord's body and he devours gratefully.
Kircheis’ hands found its way to Reinhard’s arched back, roaming the expanse and only then did he realize how tiny his lord's waist were. He settles his hand on Reinhard’s hips, holding the latter in a subtle protective manner as his tongue delves further down, “Kircheis, more” Reinhard demands, now kneeling on the space between his thighs, still careful to touching Kircheis' wound and hurting him.
“Reinhard” Kircheis calls as he descends as physically as he can, kissing his lord's solar plexus, their size difference making it possible as he hooks his finger on Reinhard’s slacks, pulling it down along with his inside garments in one swift motion, Reinhard moans from the force, his cock springing free and Kircheis pauses, appreciating the work of art in front of him before moving to nip on his hips possessively
“God, you're so beautiful, god, my Reinhard” Kircheis’ hands roam all over the latter's body, an act of worship stretching far too long before his lord takes his wrist, sucking on his fingers obscenely and Kircheis made sure to imprint the image in the back of his head, the latter guides him by the wrist towards his back, following the latter's silent command as he took control and Reinhard lets out a broken moan, screaming his name in whisper “Kircheis!” he inserts his finger in him slowly and Reinhard sobs, leaning down pliantly as the latter bits on his neck in anger, Kircheis huffs, “Your majesty”
“Keep going” Reinhard breathes on his neck, keeping a small distance between them with his hand on his other chest, and Kircheis fondly kisses him by the cheek, pulling his fingers inside him before inserting another one, then another, not too long, Reinhard was fucking back into him. “Enough” Kircheis brainfreezes, looking at those deep blue orbs, “Fuck me Kircheis, put it in me” Reinhard cups his face, and he shakily exhales, before he knew it, he was helping the latter get rid of his pants, “R-Reinhard” he moans from the latter's impatience, his thickness springing free from the tightness of his pants, trickles of white cominging out. He flushes in red from sensitivity, embarrassed at the display of an uncharacteristic lack of control.
Without any warning, Reinhard moves above him, lifting his hips and Kircheis’ fingers tremble at the contact, his other hand makes its way to the latter's blonde locks, gripping with utmost control between not hurting his lord and punishing him for being impatient. He grits his teeth at the intrusion as Reinhard sinks down into him slowly, the room, filled with grunts and moans has all windows closed, with little to no signs of him or Reinhard’s things that Kircheis doesn't know where to draw the line between reality and a dream.
He fucks into the blonde, earning him a staccato of moans as the latter starts to pull and push out of him, smooth pale legs rests on top of his own as he now lays his back on the bed with Reinhard casting a spell on his body, touch gentle, certain, and depriving that it almost drives him crazy, if not for his wound— no, yes— if not for his wound, none of this would happen, not even close to his imagination. He flicks the latter's hair, sweat forming beads yet he dances still gracefully, as if knowing what runs through his mind, Reinhard keeps a steady hand on his chest, bouncing on his cock, “L-let me” and Kircheis does, more than happy to be at his lord's mercy.
Few more swifts with the latter grinding to hit the exact spot he wanted to, they were both an incoherent mess, calling each other's name as Kircheis came first, grips on hips bruising, painting the latter's inside. The latter, shaking uncontrollably, immediately pulled all at once, overcoming the resistance that Kircheis exhaled in a sensitive moan, the latter spilled on the sheet beside them shakily, a considerate act of not making a mess of Kircheis, he glows like a moving painting. Kircheis sits up and kisses him desperately, tongue dancing as he pushes himself impossibly closer to Reinhard before the latter pulls away, drawing out deep breaths and he wants to capture the sight.
He wants to say, beautiful, divine, my princess. He wants to utter those words repeatedly, those words which only exist between the two of them, Kircheis would make sure. But he reserves it for later by the time the latter leaves his high, for when those pair of ocean eyes look at him again with clarity, he wants to see him flush red from his words more than the mind-numbing physical pleasure. He pulls him closer at the side of the bed when the both of them have calmed down, seeing him still sensitive from any kind of touch, he kisses Reinhard’s temple, the latter opens his eyes, meeting Kircheis’ blown out pupils, and at that moment they have found themselves.
Those emotions hidden behind their unshaken gaze now laid bare for each other to face.