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Yone hasn’t been home for… Twenty-eight nights. Ever since Miss Lillia sent him to look after the Summer Lord, Ezreal, Yone hasn't been home. Having to deal with the hot and humid air, with so much green, and so many bugs, and pollen, and the sun, and… All those summer things a winter fairy shouldn’t have to deal with.
But now, he was home! Allowed to rest after doing what Ezreal himself called ‘Such an amazing job, I felt held down from living!’, Yone could finally rest. His skin? Oh so happy to finally touch snow again, already used to the cold as he opened the wooden door. His tree was always so cool and dark - he couldn’t have missed it more!
As he entered his living room, Yone’s shoulders fell. Then, his swords, and last, but not the least, his bag. His pointy ears hearing the gentle sound of fire in the firepitch, followed by a voice he missed so so much.
“My love? Is that you?”
Home sweet, sweet home.
“K’sante!” Yone replied, walking quickly to the kitchen. There, a big fairy stood, his dark eyes aimed at him alongside a lovely smile. K’sante was making what smelled like beetle soup with tulips - Yone’s favorite -, a bottle of apple wine on the table. He had sent a bee earlier that morning, warning he would be home soon, and apparently, the bug did it’s job perfectly fine. “Oh my gods, I missed you so much!”
K’sante smiled, then giggled, flying to him. When they hugged, Yone was happy to feel his gentle autumn warmth, instead of the burning summer one. The smell of food and cozyness coming from K'sante's body so naturally. His strong arms holding Yone gently as Yone himself jumped on his man, legs wrapped around K'sante's waist and face deep on his neck.
“Oh, my bumblebee…” Yone melted to the nickname, feeling his heart skip too many beats to be considered healthy. “I missed you too. How was the mission? Are you okay?”
“Uhum…” He didn’t want to reply yet. No, he needed that quietness of home for a second.
And K’sante knew that.
Carrying Yone around just like a tick, he just kept doing whatever he was doing in the kitchen. Taking care of their dinner, of the things spread on their wooden counter. Yone loved his job deeply, and would never change that - to be a winter guard, filled with honor and pride. But… He loved his house with his husband so much more…
When his heart finally had enough, Yone let go, wings keeping him up for a second before his feet touched the ground - a sweet smile still on his face.
“How… How are you?” He asked, sitting by their counter. “The bee letters told me you were fine, but... I wish to hear it from your lips now.”
“Well…” K’sante smiled, stirring the soup. “Great! The winter beasts aren’t that motivated this year - and with Miss Lillia being more careful with the court and its woods, I can say I have been having pretty good relaxing days.” He concluded calmly, grabbing a spoon and sinking it in the soup a bit, before tasting the food. A ‘Uhmm’ made Yone’s belly scream ‘I’m starving’, and K’sante grabbed a spoon for him too. “Here. But… What about you? How was it, in the Summer Court?”
Yone grunted, swallowing the tiny bit of soup his mouth was blessed with. K’sante was no big chef, but he was his husband. Anything he did with love and care, would taste like heaven for Yone - and that beetle soup wasn’t different.
“Hot. It was just hot.” Then, came the memories. “Ezreal is like… A child. I know he's young, but he's from a royal line, he was… Supposed to act better, right?”
“Can’t tell. The Summer and Spring Courts are known for being… More agitated than us.” The smell of food and the sound of K’sante’s voice, made Yone’s nerves calm down automatically. Was he acting like a big cochineal? Yes, but he had his reasons! “Maybe you’re just not used to their warm personalities.”
“Ha, ha, nice one.” Yone took two glasses, pouring the apple wine for them. “He is still no child. I know he’s been.. Alone. And ever since Miss Karma started to face… A few accusations, things just got worse. But he has to behave better. He..” Yone looked around as if someone could hear him, then looked at his husband, ready to start talking. “He has a… A lover.”
“A lover?”
“A lover.” Yone insisted.
“And who's the chosen one?” K’sante took two plates, putting them on their table. He seemed so at peace, making the moment so, so simple. Oh, how Yone missed that.
“It’s an unseelie fairy from the spring court. A man who dresses himself in purple, and carries a scythe that, apparently, holds the soul of an old Autumn Lord.” Yone gossiped it all out, helping K’sante prepare their table to eat. “He seems like a bad influence, but ‘Makes my heart jump everytime’.” Yone mimicked Ezreal’s voice, rolling his eyes as he held the pan with their soup, putting it on the table. “I might be exaggerating a bit, judging the boy wrongly–”
“– Since you’re also an unseelie–”
“– But!” Yone raised one of his fingers, looking deeply at K’sante while they sat down. “I proved my loyalty by behaving and being a nice warrior. I’m not saying he’s bad for being an unseelie. I’m saying he’s a rebel without a cause, and I don’t think that this is what Mr. Ezreal needs now.”
He shrugged, pouting. Yone had raised a boy before. And sure, Yasuo was an unseelie rebel without a cause and worse, with the knowledge of a warrior and a sword in his hands - but he was a nice man! With a beautiful Seelie Summer wife that completed him like they were made for each other!
Plus, Yasuo wasn’t a royal from a high standard family. He didn’t have to represent the Winter Court, so yep, a totally different situation.
“And Mr. Ezreal is also an adult that has full awareness of the choices he’s making.” K’sante replied, putting soup on their plates. “Look, I know you worry about him. That’s something you always did: worrying about the safety of kids, like they were all your brother again. But… He has to do some risky things, if he’s planning on… Understanding Miss Karma’s situation.” Then, the wine. “Why not start by blindly following someone who could know something he doesn’t? Especially someone that makes him happy.”
Yone grunted. He still thought it was impulsive and shouldn’t happen. Ezreal had to be an example, especially now that things seemed to be walking on thin ice. But he couldn't deny and say he didn’t understand where K’sante’s words came from. Maybe Ezreal was smarter than he expected? Maybe he had a plan that Yone was unable to understand now?
Or maybe he's just a boy in love. Just like me.
With his shoulders falling on his sides, Yone… Gave up to the senses inside his husband’s mind. He instead grabbed a spoon, and started to eat like he was a starving man. Homemade food, the cold weather around them, eating while looking at K’sante - he always looked so youthful, being indeed a few years younger than Yone. But after spending time with an actually young fairy, Yone could see the age marks on K'sante's features and behaviors.
… How could that man just get even more handsome?
They kept eating in silence for a minute, just basking in the feeling of being together. Twenty-eight nights were enough nights. Now, Yone needed eternity by K’sante’s side to recover from such distance.
“Your brother came over when you were away.” Yone looked up when he heard that, eyes back to the man he loved so much. “Said he wanted to make dinner for us all, at his and Ahri’s place.”
“Oh, in the Spring Court?” The memories of that silly house crossed Yone's mind. Somewhere simple, hot enough for her - cold enough for him. A nice place for a whole family meeting, indeed. “Is it something important?”
“I'm not sure. I just told him I would send a bee letter when you were back home, so we could arrange a nice day.” K'sante swallowed a bit of the soup, looking ever so gently at Yone, “Do you want to go see him?”
“Sure, sure. I miss my brother too.” Yone nodded. Was it something serious? With Yasuo, he was never sure of what to expect.
“Nice. I’ll write to him tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow morning? Why not tonight?” A genuine confusion came to Yone’s mind. Sure, bees did their work better when they had the sunlight to help them, but what if Yasuo needed to talk about a major matter? Plus, that would be such a simple letter to write that–
“I want to have sex with you tonight.”
“Oh.” Oh indeed. Yone could feel his cheeks starting to burn. “I… Okay, I mean, sure, I… I missed our intimate moments too.” K’sante, on the other hand, seemed so normal, eating the soup like he hadn’t invited Yone to such… An important event. “Do... Did you plan something? Is this why we’re having a special dinner tonight?”
“Nope, the dinner is to celebrate you’re back home, safe, sound and with me.” K’sante smiled, a hand coming to Yone’s face to cuddle him for a second. “This is my special ‘welcome back home’ gift for you.” They shared a tiny smile, before K’sante went fully back to his place, grabbing another spoon of their delicious meal. “But yeah, I did get us a special lavender oil to… Help slipping things up.”
“Dear gods, K’sante!” Yone felt his face fully red now, covering it a bit with his hair to avoid that damned giggle K’sante had the… Balls to produce. “You’re… Not different from a mantis sometimes!” But he knew he could fool no one. Still pouting, he looked at K’sante, drinking a bit more of their shared apple wine. “... Did you… Think about it a lot?”
K’sante didn’t reply. Instead, he just looked at his husband. The shared warmth of that look was enough to make Yone’s pointy ears burn, looking down at his half empty plate. Oh, to desire and, most of all, be desired. He… Missed K’sante’s touches too, after all, and… Now he had it for as long as we wanted.
The rest of their dinner was nothing but a mess of half sentences, shared sly smiles and the sweet taste of wine. When Yone was done, K’sante grabbed his plate, allowing him freedom to take care of his things. And Yone did so, leaving for their bathroom for a nice cold shower to warm his bones, hair cleaning - a new man, Yone could even say!
But instead of getting dressed, he wrapped himself in one of his robes, wings flapping as he glided to their bedroom. The tiny wooden window was closed, and the scene was mostly dark - apart from the soft fire lights coming from the candles K’santed had lighted on earlier. Yone couldn’t help smiling, sitting on the bed.
Home. Finally home.
Body falling on his soft handmade covers, Yone could sleep for days, if no one bothered him. But instead, he kept himself awake, tracking the flutter of wings in the other rooms. Living room, corridor, bathroom. His name being called gently - Yone could feel a smile rise to his lips.
More wings, then steps. The door opening. Closing. When he sat up, Yone was almost giggling out of pure happiness, looking at his husband.
“Found me?”
“I sure did.”
And then it started.
K’sante ran to him, jumping and smashing him under muscles, giggles and hugs. Yone loved that, there was no other way to put it. He wrapped his hands around K’sante’s shoulders, biting his lower lip as gentle kisses soon took over his neck. K'sante began with pecks, soon bringing a gentle tongue to trace his jugular.
“Sante…” Nothing but a whisper, thrown into the air to be completed by the sweetest ‘I missed you’ that Yone didn’t to fully say. Not now, at least.
And as always, smart and so connected to him, K’sante understood the message, hands opening Yone’s robe, tugging and throwing it somewhere far from their hands. Naked, Yone felt the shy impulse to cover a bit; not knowing how much K’sante earned for that reaction.
His husband’s modest ways, that enamorated K’sante from the very first time they shared a single, distant and yet deep look.
“Can I appreciate every single inch of you?”
“I… I’m not fully trimmed and prepared for it…” And it was true. Yone didn’t keep his appearance well taken care of, during his mission. So many things to do, watching over that Summer Child, trying to understand what he was doing when he was gone - what was even happening in the Courts. And now, with K’sante’s eyes on him, Yone felt… A bit insecure. “My coat has grown a bit too much…”
“You think I worry about it?” Raising an eyebrow, K’sante held both sides of Yone’s waist, feeling the thicker fur there. He looked down, seeing the gentle white, fluffy hair that grew on Yone's skin. A bit on his sides, going down to his hips.Then, he saw what they aimed for: his crotch, covered in that gentle white fur - the slim, growing erection that Yone couldn’t hide anymore. “How… Could I even dislike something as perfect as this?”
Yone felt his face burn, knowing he was getting slightly blue. A hand coming to his face as K’sante started to kiss the top of his chest, down to one of his nipples. Yone was so sensitive there, K’sante knew that and was openly using it to relax his lover from all the bad things eating Yone’s brain now.
And it… Indeed worked. Yone couldn’t think much about his hair, when he looked down and was met with eyes as brown as the cocoa he put in his milk. Orange see-throught wings covering them both in the darkness of that cozy room. Yone moaned, each kiss, each lick, making his body shiver. Too many days without being desired by his husband, and then, touched by him - Yone would die tonight, if it meant he would be feeling pleasure until his head could forget his own name.
When K’sante kneeled on the bed, taking off his shirt, Yone couldn’t help looking down between those strong legs. The contour of what his insides craved for, what his mouth watered just thinking about. Truth be told, Yone felt a tingle in his belly just to imagine how tightened up he was, after a whole moon without his man’s sexual attention.
Without the sweet burning from being devoured. Yone ached for that, sitting up, helping with the laces on K’sante’s pants.
“Don’t gatekeep it from me…” He smiled, hands sinking to hold what belonged to them. Two gasps - one from each man - as Yone held K'sante's dick, pulling it out while leaning closer. “I need it, my love…”
He didn’t want to wait anymore. Yone was starving for that, so looking up with needy eyes, he started to lick. From the base to the tip, tracing a vein he knew so damn well. He kept his eyes up as he lapped the head, tasting his man's salty nectar. Yone moaned, tongue wrapping around K’sante’s cock, lips soon reaching for that meat, closing around the gland with a gentle suck.
K’sante was speechless, to say the bare minimum. He instead just moaned the slutiest moan Yone heard from him in a while, with strong hands coming to hold on his long white hair and keep them away from Yone’s job.
The wet sounds were quick to show up, as well. As Yone went deeper, K’sante started to leak on his tongue, making a mess out of the blowjob. But Yone liked that. So much. He sucked the tip then pulled away with a pop, spitting on it; his own dick throbbing as he focused on his lover’s pleasure first.
“H-holy nymphs…” K’sante gasped out, making Yone’s ego… Grow, eyes aiming up again as he pulled the member from his mouth, spreading kisses on the base, down to the balls - sucking one, then sucking the other, with his slim fingers wrapping firm around the dick he salivated for. “You… A-ah, shit, Yone, this is too good...”
“I’m happy to know I still remember how to please my man…” Yone answered simply, tongue from base to the tip - a peck on the wet head. “I would die if I… Disappointed you in bed…”
“Oh, please, y-you… Ah, fuck… Y-you were gone for just a moon…” K’sante giggled as much as he could, holding himself on his knees as Yone worked him wet.
“Too much time to be away from you and your friend right here…”
And then, mouth full again. Yone pushed in deep in his throat, holding back a gag and keeping it in until he felt breathless. He coughed while pulling out, denying the help K’sante offer him, and pushing it in again.
He had done that before. He just had to practice again. So, Yone went in for another round of deep throat, feeling the tip of his nose touch K’sante’s own pubes, while the tip of the cock touched the back of his throat. A fair trade, if Yone was asked about it. And he kept still for what felt like an eternity. Yone wished he had counted those burning seconds, but instead, he just waited until his eyes started to water, lungs sadly begging for air and then…
He pulled out with another round of coughing, breathing in husky and taking a second for himself. While he did that, K’sante pushed Yone on the bed again, dragging him by his ankles and moving him like a doll. Too many things happening at once, and when Yone’s brain finally understood something, he found himself with his thighs on K’sante’s shoulders, legs in the air, only the upper part of his torso touching the sheets as a starving mouth went for his ass.
“Fuck!” Honestly? Yone couldn’t think more than that, holding on the bed with his wings spread as open as his legs. “K’sante!”
He didn’t have to be that mean. His tongue barely even licked around his hole before entering, moving like a delicious worm that knew exactly where to find food. He could be gentle and slow but instead, K’sante chose to devour him like Yone was just a plate of orchid soup after a long day of hunting in the wild.
He couldn’t be happier for that, though.
“A-ah, baby!” The moans he got as a response, made Yone’s hairs all raise up, and he couldn’t help but be shy about them again. It was impossible to hide them now that K’sante basically buried himself in, so all Yone did was blush and accept that, for now, he would be a play thing.
K’sante only lowered him when Yone’s moans became tired grunts - his back reaching the limit. So, now much more gentle than before, he put Yone down again, turning him around. Silky shiny wings were like a pair of thin glasses under the candle lights, and Yone whimpered when he felt a strong hand trace his back, up to them, massaging the spot where they met.
“P-please..” He whimpered as much as he could, holding on one of their pillows. “I… N-need you in…”
“I know you do, my snowflake…” K’sante leaned upon him, a hand on the mattress while the other went straight to Yone’s ass again. “But it’s been too long… I have to prepare you.”
“C-can you… Make it quick?”
“As quickly as your body needs.” Yone grunted. He didn’t like that answer, but K’sante seemed not to care. Instead, he spat on his hand, tracing Yone’s hole with his fingertips, wet and slow. He pushed in a thick finger, and Yone gasped lowly from how… Big he felt. “See? Time.”
He grunted again, but… Accepted his fate, raising his ass to make the job easier. He needed that cock so much that Yone would be lying if he said he even considered the fact that he was too tight, for a way too big dick. Holding on the pillow, he moaned as K’sante opened him gently, spitting to make things easier.
Inside him, though, that same finger touched his sensitive walls, and made Yone groan. They both knew K’sante was close to a special spot - one that made Yone see the blooming of his own body. But as K’sante didn’t rush up, Yone could do nothing but wait.
And it was torturing. The kisses on his back, the finger in his ass, the sounds he made. He felt like a venus fly trap, opening himself just to eat K’sante like a fly. As the second finger came in, Yone felt his leg shake and his head spin, moaning against the pillow once more.
“Please…” Oh, how much he needed that. Yone rocked on those two fingers for dear life, feeling as their tip brushed against his sensitive spot so, so closely. “Sante… Fuck me already…” Yone insisted, not caring if he would die out of embarrassment or not. He had a husband and wanted to have sex with said husband - there was nothing wrong with that, after all. “Please, take me, make me scream and whimper and… Ugh, you understood me…”
K’sante laughed a bit, taking his fingers out and giving Yone’s ass a heavy slap.
“Sheesh, I think someone is too needy tonight…” Yone heard as K’sante positioned himself behind him; the shadow he made with his body and wings, towering Yone like a blanket during a cold night. “I’ll give it to you, then…”
Yone was quick to raise his ass, looking at K’sante from upon his shoulder. He saw as K'sante touched himself a bit more, spitting and spreading it on the tip, to make it easier to slip in. Then, Yone moved a bit, looking up at him. A silent exchange of glances, Yone nodded and hid his face, bracing himself for what was coming.
Soon he felt the thick tip against his hole. It pushed slightly in, testing the waters, before actually trying to enter. Yone gasped and groaned, feeling his ass burn as it was stretched open. A few cursing words crossed the air and Yone closed his wings a bit as K’sante took what was his. To say it was hard was one thing, but to feel it? If Yone wasn’t a slut for that man, he was sure he would have given up by now.
K’sante seemed to notice it, lowering himself and giving Yone’s nape and neck gentle kisses, followed by a few licks. His voice soft on Yone’s pointy ears.
“Too big for my bug?”
“Y-you… Know the answer…” Yone mumbled, keeping his eyes shut.
“I… Can stop.” The arousal in K’sante’s voice made Yone feel a shiver crossing his belly - his own cock throbbing for a second. “Would that… Be helpful?”
“N-no… I... I want you i-in me…” He insisted, focusing on relaxing for now. Face on the pillow, legs parting a bit more. “Just… keep on g-getting it in…”
K’sante nodded, pushing his dick ever so slowly. The long time apart made everything hotter and more painful, but Yone would be lying if he said it was alluring. Deep inside, having K’sante there, burning him like this, made his brain… Connect dots. Burst. Burn.
Yone moaned deeply as his husband moved in his ass, the tip finally touching his deeper insides. He was so big. Once, during a conversation with Ezreal, the Court Fairy asked him about his partner’s special size. Why? Yone couldn't imagine and didn’t try to guess - maybe the boy was just too young to be so responsible, or too old to be this childish. But the question did make Yone think about how well endowed K'sante was.
Inside him now, past half of his length, he felt like a literal stick was up his ass. Yone could feel his legs shaking a bit, his breathing messing up, and his eyes watering from the pain. And sinking his head on his pillow, just quietly whimpering and taking cock, Yone couldn’t help but be so fucking happy to be back home.
“... M-my snowflake…” And holy winter, how that voice melted his mind to a simple mass of gray honey. “I’m… Almost fully in…”
“A-almost…?” A soft ironic tone mixed with a giggle in Yone's throat, coming out while wrapped in a moan.
“Silly thing…” A gentle laugh brushed his nape, and K’sante kept talking so gently. “But… Do you want it… R-rough, or…?”
“Just d-don’t… Kill me…” Another laugh, and Yone looked back at him, rolling his eyes as he felt K’sante’s hips finally touch his ass. “You laugh b-because it’s not your ass being… T-torn apart...”
“And you moan b-because you love it…”
Hot bastard. Yone couldn’t deny that, so instead, he just nodded and hid his face again, giving up to pleasure.
Soon, K’sante backed away a bit, holding himself up with his hands on their mattress, thrusting forwards. Yone grunted, holding on the pillow for dear life, pushing and gathering the blankets under his body to help keep him up. With something to lean on, Yone allowed his legs to falter, eyes rolling with the burning pleasure of, well, being fucked.
That was good. Now, finally getting laid, he couldn’t get mad at Ezreal for running away and vanishing during the nights; if the Summer Lord was getting dick as good as this, how bad could that be?
K’sante pushed in with more strength, and Yone moaned with a thin sound he knew very well he could make, but didn’t remember until now. Fingers white as he held on the pillowcase so strongly, hearing K’sante’s own moans as he fucked into him. The movements were slow pacing, but the way K’sante pushed in was roughly vulgar.
Yone could feel him so deeply. Could feel as he moved slightly to the side, and could feel when he hit that fucking spot that they both knew so damn well. And now, Yone didn’t moan, no. Moaning wouldn’t be enough. Instead, Yone allowed a scream to cross his chest, face down and ass up, feeling the tip of K’sante’s dick touching there again.
And again. And again.
“S-Sante!” He called out, eyes unable to stare at anywhere with how blurred they were. Yone could see the faint candle lights, the gentle shadow of K’sante’s wings, and the darkness of both his pleasure and their room. He could hear the moans on his back, the skin hitting skin remarkable sound, and what he imagined was his own voice, sounding like a cricket in mating season. “G-gods! Oh m-my– Oh!”
“S-shh, my love, I-I’m… Taking care of your… B-body…” K’sante murmured against his neck, and Yone couldn’t help but melt. His cock deep, hitting and hitting again. K'sante felt bigger and stronger, and Yone didn’t want him to stop, so he just nodded so slightly, feeling a hand come to his nape, holding him down like he was nothing but a betta fish being caught. “I-I’ll… Make you feel… So good again…”
And it worked. With his body being pressed down on two different places, Yone couldn’t even imagine what ‘feeling bad’ could be. Instead, he thought about how the tip of his member felt so delicious when rubbing against their soft blankets, or how good it felt to have a dick so deep in him.
His hands tugged on the sheets, pulling them from their places. His air vanished as Yone just lost all the breathing rhythm his lungs tried to make up. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. For once after so long, he couldn't be in charge of anything.
Now, it was his turn to be taken care of - and K’sante was doing so with mastery.
“B-babe…!” Yone moaned loudly, feeling a gentle tug on his hair. “Please! P-please, I’m… S-so close…!”
“Ohh, are you?” That sounded so dirty and impolite and provocative, that Yone couldn’t hold back a weak and embarrassing whimper. “C-cumming… Untouched?” He just nodded, watching as K’sante held the bedframe, finally letting go of his hair or neck or any part of his body that made Yone die. “Then y-you better make a mess for me, okay?”
“O-okay…” Another weak sound, followed by a scream that Yone could not hold back, when K’sante went roughly in. “Fuck!”
Brute as they both liked, K’sante moved as if Yone was just a hole. He held his hips down, keeping Yone in place while sinking his cock so deep that Yone could feel it on his belly; so fast that Yone could hear the bed shaking and hitting the wall again and again and again.
No words. None of them could, even if they tried. Instead, the air was filled with such dirty sounds, that Yone hoped no other fairy was flying by their trunk. The alluring noises entered Yone’s ears and clicked inside his brains like a poison from a salamander he could not name now. Corrosive. Destructive. Dominating.
He pulled on the sheets and screamed. He held on anywhere he could. He begged for mercy so he could live and be fucked like this again, the next morning. And when a shiver broke inside his guts, Yone allowed his body to release all the stress it had been gathering, cumming without a single touch on his cock.
He could feel the wet warmth underneath him. Could feel the way he came so much, after so long away from his man. And when his muscles failed and he fell weak on the bed, Yone felt a second hot wave of cum, this time inside his walls, followed by a long and dirty moan from K’sante.
Now, Yone could see the room. It wasn’t so dark, after all, and the candles were pretty cute, now that he actually looked at them. A weak smile traced his open lips, and Yone gasped for air while K’sante used the last bit of strength to pump into his body so roughly.
Looking from above his shoulder, Yone saw when K’sante gave in to the tiredness of sex, also breathless, holding up as long as he could, before falling on his back. A soft huff left Yone’s lips before he giggled gently, trying to move a bit.
“Y-you’re… Heavy, autumn boy…”
“Y-you… Seamed t-to love it.. Just now…” Much more exhausted, K’santed pushed the words out of his mouth, getting a roll of eyes from the man underneath him.
“Yes, but now I actually have to breathe…” Yone kept looking at him, laughing a bit at the grumpy noise he got as an answer. Still, K’sante moved, laying on his back right next to Yone’s face. In this new position, he could see every single part of his handsome face. The beard trimmed so nicely, clearly taken care of; the beautiful, big nose that touched his crotch and made him see stars just before now; the most perfect skin, darkened by the shadows of the night, making him look so unreal. When K’sante turned his face to the side, Yone finally saw those mesmerizing amber eyes, looking like the most perfect autumn leaves, matching his wings like gems in a crown. “... You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Is this your pillowtalk, after so long?” K’sante laughed a bit, soon noticing that Yone didn’t follow behind. His face then changed to a soft gaze, leaning in closer to the winter fairy, murmuring like they were sharing a secret no one could know. “You are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life.” A gentle kiss on Yone’s lips made him weak again, now with his heart beating fast not from lust, but for the purest love he felt his whole life. “And I love you more than words could ever express.”
Yone giggled, feeling like a teen boy again. Like Ezreal probably felt, when he escaped Yone’s grasp to meet whoever he was meeting. Young and in love, like a silly little fairy in an open field of flowers.
“I love you too, my huntsman…” Yone went in for another kiss, this time deeper, although still soft.
They stayed like that for a little longer, before deciding to extinguish the candle lights. The warmth inside their bedroom enough to keep the nice winter weather away from them, at least for now. Yone snuggled in closer to K’sante, basking on the skin-to-skin feeling after too many days in a single bed, in another person’s house.
Whatever he still had to solve, was not a problem for now, and with his body satisfied, his mind tired and his lips smiling, Yone fell into a gentle slumber, knowing that, for now, he didn’t have to take care of someone else.
That, at least for now, other arms would hold all the weight off his shoulders, before giving him a goodnight kiss and the safety of a lover’s embrace.