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"Varka!" Flins shouts with a flash of teal light; the crimson aura surrounding him dissipating into the wind, "how many times are you going to throw yourself into danger because of me?"
Varka barks a laugh, resting the Wolf's Gravestone onto his shoulder. "As many times as I need to. You're a sweet little thing; I have to look out for you."
"You are implying that I am weak? Var, I'm not some child you need to look out for."
"Oh, I know, that's not what I was implying love, not at all."
Stepping closer to the Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius, Flins sighs. Reaching towards Varka's face, he gently thumbs at the thin, bleeding cut along his jaw.
"Look..." he says softly, summoning an azure flame to the tips of his fingers, caressing over the fresh wound, "you got hurt."
"Leave the scar." Varka says softly, dropping the claymore from his shoulder.
"Why?"
"I like to remember them. Each one reminds me how close I got to losing my life." Varka replies, placing his hand over Flins' thinner one.
Flins rolls his eyes, pressing his forehead against Varka's chest. "You are certainly interesting, keeping tally of how many times you have nearly died."
"And how many times I've saved your sorry ass." Varka says with a smirk. "I won't soon let you forget."
"How could I possibly?" Flins asks with a whisper.
"Though I must remind you that I, too, have saved your life on many occasions."
Around them, the moonlight dances off of the reflection of the waters, as if millions of diamonds rest on its surface. Dropping the claymore to the grass, Varka places his forefinger under Flins' chin, and tips his face up until their eyes meet. Ocean blue eyes meet his hollow yellow gaze.
"I do not wish to see your soul amongst the dead, Varka. Should that happen, you would be forever lost to this world... and I would be the only one that could ever see you."
"Is that so bad?" Varka asks, pressing their foreheads together. "We'd end up dancing after death... I think that's a pretty sweet deal, no?"
"That... may be so, but a dance is not what I crave." He replies, his voice low.
Varka raises a brow as he pulls them apart. "Oh? What do you crave then?"
Those golden eyes soften. "In this moment, I crave your lips on mine. Come, let us start an apocalypse beneath the moonlight."
Varka's chest tightens. He wraps his hands around the Fae's lithe waist and pulls Flins against his body.
"All you had to do was ask, love."
Flins chuckles, ghosting his lips over Varka's. "I prefer this method instead..."
Varkas lets out a small growl, before smashing his lips against Flins' chasing after that fleeting, desperate kiss.
He can feel Flins' desire through the warmth of their bodies pressed against one another. It's always like this after a battle. Varka throws himself into battle, chasing after the high, and Flins guides the souls back to their resting place.
It's not as if Varkas throws himself into danger on purpose; knowing that Flins will be more than eager to prove how much the Master of the Knights means to him, but the Knight can't say no when the Light Keeper falls into his arms.
"What method...?" Varka breathes, pulling their lips away for a breath, "the one where I show you how dangerous I am while I fuck my cock into you?"
Flins pants softly, tongue lapping at the saliva trail that connects them.
"The one where you fuck me until I am certain my own soul shall leave my body... Master."
Varka's breath catches in his throat.
Fuck.
Narrowing his ocean eyes, he swallows.
"Don't ask for things you'll regret, love." He growls.
Flins smirks against Varka's lips. "I would not dream of doing so."
"You want to do this here?" Varka asks, slipping his hand onto Flins' ass.
"I do not care." He grits. "I almost lost you back there."
Varkas chuckles. "My sweet lamplight, I got a scratch."
Flins blinks, his lips parting slightly.
"A scratch?" He asks, his voice rising, "Varka you nearly died! I nearly had to grab your soul and put it back into you before you lost it completely! What about that does not scare you even a little bit? Seriously... the amount of times I have had to save your life is getting unreasonable...!"
"Well, you caught it, and put it back into me, didn't you?" He asks with a grin. "Just like I caught your heart, and put my dick into you."
A pink flush spreads across Flins' face. "Varka! You are so... unbelievable... insatiable, stupid... you are-"
Varka presses his lips against Flins' once more, silencing the lightkeeper mid-sentence.
Calloused hands work at the fabric between the pair, and once Varka successfully slides Flins' trousers over the globe of his ass, he caresses it gently before squeezing and pinching at the soft flesh.
"Are you eager for me, my light? Are you wet and needy?" Varka growls, releasing Flins from their kiss, spinning him in his arms, until his ass presses against Varka's hips.
The knight grinds his length against the lightkeeper's bare ass, before taking his hand and freeing his cock from the confines of his own trousers.
That hefty weight slaps against Flins' ass as Varka grinds against him, and spits onto the head of his cock.
"Deep breath now, my light. You know how well I fill you. I don't want to hurt you... especially since we didn't prepare you this time. I think I should still be leaking out of you from our first round this morning."
"Yes..." The lightkeeper says with a strained breath. "Please... just put it inside... I can take it—!"
"You don't need to ask me twice..." Varka says, pressing the head of his cock against that tight ring of muscle, "I fucked you well enough... that you should still be loose... ah—there we go..."
Flins moans as Varka presses his cock slowly into the Light Keeper.
"You are so... big!" he gasps. "Fuck! The way you carve into me... so—tight!"
"You like that, yes?" Varka grunts, sliding himself to the root. "You take this cock... so well. You're so perfect... my little light..."
His hips press against Flins' ass and he wraps his arms around his lover one hand settling on his throat, the other holding firmly around the Light Keeper's waist.
Leaning towards Flins' ear, Varka nips at the outer shell. "Just be still. We don't want to get caught fucking in the moonlight, do we?"
A soft moan escapes Flins' lips. "Please, move..."
Varka grins, licking along the lightkeeper's ear. "As you wish, little light."
And he moves.
Slowly at first, dragging his large length slowly in the lightkeeper, spearing and stretching him open as he aims for that sweet, delicate bundle of nerves.
"V-varka!" Flins moans, grinding his own hips against the knight. "Fuck, yes... there!"
Varka tightens his hold around Flins' throat, bucking his hips into the lightkeeper with a strained groan.
"Fuck... love, I'm not going to last long—I'm still sensitive from this morning..." Varka admits with a soft moan.
"Then... come... please!" Flins begs.
The lightkeeper had started stoking his own cock at some point, Varka doesn't know when, too lost in chasing his own orgasm.
Varka groans.
Usually his stamina lasts longer than this but as it stands, he’d fucked Flins this morning and he feels so damn good that it’s hard to hold himself back.
But he tries to anyway.
He tightens his fingers around the lightkeeper’s throat, digging into his artery, until the man in his grasp begins to moan and gasp against him.
“Yes, fuck—little light, you’re so tight—feel me carve into you… fucking into that tight ass… yes—!”
Flins cries out, thick ropes of white spilling into his hand. He moans as Varka rolls his hips—the head of his cock abusing that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Varka bites at the lightkeeper’s neck.
“Fuck, my light—I’m going to—!”
With a final thrust, he buries himself deep into Flins and comes, painting his insides white with his spend.
Panting, Varka presses petal soft kisses onto Flins' neck, small, red bruises forming in his wake.
"So good... delicious..." He says, his voice husky.
Flins takes a breath, pulling Varka's hand off of his throat.
"It feels so much better when you choke me like that, everything is so much more intense..."
"I know love," Varka replies, wrapping his arms tightly around Flins' abdomen, "it's why I do it for you."
Flins leans his head back against Varka's collarbone, slowly grinding his ass against the knight's hips.
"You are insatiable," the Light Keeper mumbles, "doing that in a place like this..."
Varka barks a laugh. "All these souls just watched the Light Keeper get fucked by a dog like me. How do you think that feels to them?"
Flins sighs. "Surely they enjoyed the show."
"They better have... or else I'll do it again just to prove a point."
"Varka." Flin warns, pressing against the softening length buried inside of him.
"Hm?"
"Please do not make me pull your soul back out of your body."
Varka laughs, pressing his lips against the shell of Flins' ear.
"But my little light... who would fuck you if I was gone?"
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