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Flins refused to fuck Illuga, and it was becoming a problem.
… Maybe ‘refused’ was unfair.
After the first time they became intimate, it was like Flins had loosened his leash. He made a point to back Illuga into corners or throw him in bed every time they saw each other, either to make out or fuck him with fingers, tongue or both until his thoughts blurred and his legs shook. Sometimes in extremely inappropriate places and situations, too. It was a lot, but Illuga wasn’t about to complain.
The one thing he didn’t do, though, was undress. Or let Illuga touch him back.
At first, he’d thought it was patience, or courtesy. Something like ‘taking his time’. But weeks passed, and the pattern stayed the same. Flins always ended up their encounters immaculate and composed, while Illuga was left breathless and boneless under his touch.
The obscene amount of hickeys and bites scattered throughout Illuga’s body proved that desire wasn’t the problem, as well as the hard-on he felt inside Flins’ pants each time.
If anything, maybe the problem was too much of it.
Flins’ restraint was so ironclad, so deliberate, that it was like walking on the edge of a knife. Like one wrong move would tip them both over into an abyss Flins had decided they weren’t ready for. Except Illuga was ready. Had been ready since Flins first pinned him to that table. But he didn’t know how to communicate that in a way Flins would believe.
He’d thought breaking through Flins’ walls that first time meant they were done with barriers. Turns out, there were layers. Illuga had convinced Flins he wasn’t too precious to touch. Now he had to convince him that Flins wasn’t too dangerous to be touched back.
Illuga didn’t have a plan, not really. He stumbled on the answer.
Thanks to Illuga’s hectic schedule and Dad sending Flins to investigate some suspicious new points of growing abyssal energy in the south, it had been a few days since they’d seen each other, and even longer since they were able to bask in each other’s company. When Illuga was free, Flins was far away, and when Flins was available, Illuga was drowning in tasks.
But the turbulence was over for the time being, and they had time to breathe again. It was one of those days in which Flins would bring the chairs outside so they could enjoy the sun and talk about everything and nothing for hours on end. Illuga loved those days.
“You know, before you invited me to sit outside the first time, I was almost convinced you were a vampire.” Illuga laughed. “I was this close to bringing you some dish with unhealthy amounts of garlic just to see your reaction.”
“Was it one of your ‘colleagues’ who suggested that, perhaps?” Flins asked, swirling his glass of wine. He was smirking like he was so clever for that one.
Illuga made a show of rolling his eyes. “No,” he said, crossing his arms. “I got a book on magical creatures from the library, and when I got to the vampire part I thought it sounded exactly like you.”
“Oh? Were you doing research, Young Master?” There was a teasing lilt to Flins’ voice that made Illuga’s heart flutter inside his chest.
“Of course I was,” he answered. “I knew you would never tell me what you were, so I took matters into my own hands. Once I had enough proof I was going to confront you about it, so you wouldn’t be able to deny.”
Flins hummed. “What a cunning master I got for myself.” He looked like a cat like this, warming up in the sun and looking at Illuga with lazy hooded eyes. Illuga had learned as time went on that Flins didn’t need sleep, but that he loved idling and getting cozy. It gave him cute aggression.
Illuga got out from his chair and straddled Flins’s lap, setting his weight against the man’s thighs and wrapping his arms around his neck. They kissed for a few seconds before Illuga drew back.
“Give me a taste.” He pointed to the wine with his head.
Flins was staring at his lips. “Does your father know you’ve been asking around for alcoholic drinks, Young Master Illuga?”
“You are insane for mentioning Dad while we’re in this position.” He frowned. “Besides, it’s been a few years since I’ve been old enough to drink. I’ve drunk quite a few people under the table before.”
“I’m well aware.” Flins chased his mouth for another kiss, but Illuga leaned back. Flins chuckled. “You won’t like it.” Holding the glass up for Illuga, he continued, “It’s one of the driest I’ve drunk in a while.”
Illuga looked at the glass offered to him like it was offensive. “That’s too boring,” he said, using the most ‘spoiled young master’ tone he could muster and even adding a little pout to the mix.
He knew the exact moment Flins understood what he meant by the way his eyes darkened. “As my Master wishes,” he said, and took a sip of the wine before kissing Illuga and pouring the liquid into his mouth, tongues brushing against each other as Flins held his waist and pulled him closer.
It was a messy affair, wine dripping down from Illuga’s lips and staining his clothes, but now that they got started neither wanted to stop. They kissed until there was no trace of wine left, until the glass had been discarded to the ground, and until Illuga was grinding against Flins in small, needy hip thrusts that he didn’t notice he was doing.
What he did notice, however, was Flins’ cock straining against his pants. He angled his hips to press down on it, earning a low groan and a bite to his lower lip.
Flins allowed for a few more moments of that before his self-control took back the reins. He was so subtle about it that Illuga would’ve let it pass if he wasn’t paying such close attention. All he did was hold Illuga’s hips and position him so he was grinding against his thigh, not his cock. The movement was so smooth Illuga didn’t notice until a few beats later.
Well, he’d have to be more direct, then. It seemed to be a pattern in their relationship, Flins digging his heels in due to a misguided fear of hurting or displeasing him and Illuga having to drag them both to the finish line. He knew what this was about, and was more than willing to kill the mood in order to address it.
He pressed a hand on top of Flins clothed cock, delighting in his surprised gasp, which turned into a moan when Illuga started moving his hand. That didn’t last long, though, because soon enough Flins held his wrist with just enough strength to stop the motions.
An animalistic sound came out of his throat, sending a chill down Illuga’s spine. A glimpse of blue flashed in his eyes. “Illuga,” he called, like a warning.
Illuga was known to throw himself into dangerous situations for the sake of others, willing to trade his life if needed. But this case was entirely for selfish reasons. He was poking the wild beast on purpose. He was expecting the bite with bated breath.
“Flins,” he said right back. His voice might not sound as scary, but he knew how to wield authority. He was a captain after all.
They got into a staring contest for long seconds before Flins sighed, expression melting into something a little sweeter and a bit exasperated.
“Let’s take this inside, shall we?” He kissed Illuga’s cheek in a placating gesture.
Illuga climbed off his lap and helped him bring everything to the lighthouse. Once they were done, Flins sat down on the couch and patted the space beside him.
Illuga stood in front of the couch, arms crossed and looking down at him.
“I’m not sitting next to you.”
Flins arched an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t trust you to not come at me so you can try to fuck your way out of this conversation.”
The fae put a hand to his heart, his expression turning into a dramatic look of betrayal. “I would never. You thinking so lowly of me hurts, Young Master.”
Illuga narrowed his eyes at him, and Flins chuckled, putting his hands up in defeat and relaxing back into the seat. With a slow movement, he propped his ankle onto his knee, his posture open and inviting, as if trying to appease the human in front of him. Flins knew there was no way to convince Illuga to do what he didn’t want to do.
Which was frustrating. He respected Illuga’s choices and opinions on everything (except when it came to overworking himself into a collapse) but this.
“You won’t let me touch you,” Illuga said, straightforward as always.
“No,” Flins answered, no hesitation.
“Why?”
“You know why.”
Illuga let a frustrated growl escape his throat, dragging his hands down his face, as if he could wipe away the exasperation Flins was causing him.
“I do,” he said, “but I want you to say it because we need to talk about our issues like adults.”
Flins averted his eyes, and the silence stretched. “I’m not… good at this.”
“Speaking your mind?”
“Talking about things in a candid way.”
“I’ve noticed.” Illuga sighed. Flins wasn’t trying flee, and was at least being honest, which was a small win in Illuga’s book. He didn’t want to be combative and discourage this behavior. Illuga’s had enough experience taming wild recruits to know how to act. “I’ve known that since we met. I appreciate the effort, though.” He gave a small smile, watching the way Flins’ eyes moved from the walls to him, and then to the walls again.
“I’m afraid that if you touch me and I let go of control, I’m going to end up doing something you don’t want,” Flins said, voice so small Illuga wanted to hug him. Not yet, though.
The ‘something’ he was talking about wasn’t sexual. “Like what?” he asked, because he wanted it out in the open, and he wanted Flins to be the one to put it there.
Silence again, until he looked at Illuga. “I might end up marking you.”
Oh, this sweet, wonderful fae of his…
“And did you ask me if that would be undesirable, or did you come to that conclusion on your own?”
Flins was embarrassed, like a scolded kid. It was clear as day and it made Illuga feel powerful, invincible even. Watching this utterly composed creature turn into a simple man with a few words and the right tone.
Ever since they met, the onus of control shifted between them like a pendulum, but Flins was so sexually overwhelming that Illuga wasn’t able to wrestle that control from him since they started their relationship. He was sure this was deliberate, but didn’t have it in him to be mad anymore. Having it back felt good.
“A mark is permanent,” Flins said. “It means that even if you want to leave me one day, you’ll still be branded for all to see. It means that territory was mine first, and will still be mine last.”
Illuga knew that. Did Flins hit his head and forget that faeries used to be a big deal? There was a fair amount of documentation on them.
“I know what a fae mark is,” Illuga said. “And I know what a fae bind is, too.”
He got tired of standing up, as towering over Flins wasn’t necessary anymore. The walls were already down. He climbed into his lap again instead, mirroring their position from earlier outside, and Flins hugged his waist and hid his face in Illuga’s neck, nuzzling at the skin.
Illuga’s fingers drifted to Flins’ hair, combing through the strands. He leaned in, resting his lips against Flins’ crown for a long, quiet moment before whispering against his skin. “What makes you think I would refuse either one?”
Flins went still in his arms, and his fingers, usually so steady, twitched against Illuga’s waist. For a second he feared Flins might pull away, put himself back into his safe walls.
But he didn’t. Illuga was so happy with him that the words “good boy” almost escaped his lips, echoing the way Flins called him so often.
When he pulled back to look at Illuga, his expression was vulnerable, a rawness to him that Illuga had never seen before.
“You should refuse both,” Flins said, but there was a tremor in his voice that betrayed him.
“You’re smarter than that, Flins.” Illuga pulled on his hair.
The fae sighed. “There is no re-doing it if you change your mind.”
“Good thing I won’t, then.”
“You don’t know that. You’re still so young, there’s a whole world for you to discover and people for you to meet, I–”
“I’m not a child!” He interrupted, raising his voice. “You know that. You’ve seen me leading men into battle. You’ve seen me killing monstrosities that would give nightmares to the bravest of souls. I’m responsible for making choices that can save or cost people their lives, the lives of their families.” His voice was shaking, frustration taking hold. “I’ve lost everything–” His voice cracked, and Illuga stopped, took a deep breath. “Don’t infantilize me just because you’re scared.”
That landed like a physical blow. Flins flinched.
Illuga softened his tone, cupping Flins’ face with both hands. “I want you.” He leaned their foreheads together. “That includes the parts you think are ugly. If you keep hiding from me, then how am I any different from everyone else?”
For a long moment, they breathed together, the motion of synching his breathing with Illuga’s seeming to ground Flins. Illuga’s heart was pounding against his chest.
“If we do this,” Flins said, voice not entirely human, “if I mark you, if I bind you, the entire world will know you’re mine.” He narrowed his eyes. “If you’re mine, you’re mine. I don’t share. Not ever. Fae can be very obsessive with their belongings.” And there it was again, that sharp look that made Illuga’s spine tremble. “Even if you run away, I promise I’ll follow you to the ends of the world, and I’ll follow you into the afterlife as well. You’ll never get rid of me.”
The air around them thickened. Illuga’s body coiled, stomach dropping. Flins’ face flickered. He couldn’t see what lay behind the mask Flins had grown so used to wearing, but he knew he wanted to.
Illuga rose onto his knees, forcing Flins to look up at him. He took Flins’ face in his hand, fingers digging into his cheeks, holding him in place.
When he spoke, his voice was a few octaves lower. “I promise that if you take my freedom, I’ll take your peace. You make me selfish, so I won’t share you either. Even if you stop following me one day, I’ll drag you back to my side. If I have to haunt you until you go mad, I will.”
The words hung between them for a second.
And then the world shifted.
A wave of electricity sparked where their skin met. Illuga breath hitched, fingers spasming against Flins’ jaw.
Flins made a sound that Illuga was sure could never come from a human’s throat. His hands flew up to grip Illuga’s wrists, like Illuga was his lifeline.
A fae contract.
Illuga felt it the moment the binding locked into place, like a new weight was put on his chest. He could feel Flins in a different way now, a visceral awareness of his presence.
“Oh,” Flins breathed. His shape flickered again, and Illuga saw the shadow of a pale blue flame. It was stunning. Flins’ thumbs stroked over the pulse points in Illuga’s wrists. “Illuga. Illuga.”
“Yeah,” Illuga whispered, smiling even as his hands trembled. This was worlds apart from wielding his vision. It was true ancient magic, and it was making him breathless. “I feel you.”
“Me too.” Flins’ eyes were feverish. There was only want.
Flins pulled one of Illuga’s hands to his mouth and kissed it. Illuga half-laughed, and gods, when had he started crying? Flins wiped his tears with his thumb, and Illuga was so in love.
They were doing things all out of order. They magically bound themselves for the rest of eternity before saying three little words.
“I love you,” Illuga said, brushing the tip of his nose against Flins’. It wasn’t a revelation, not after their vows, but it still felt necessary.
Flins closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth. “I love you too.” He caught Illuga’s lips in a chaste and soft kiss. “You’re all mine.”
Illuga hummed. “And you’re mine too.”
“Forever,” Flins said, kissing down from Illuga’s lips to his neck, making an unhappy noise at his sweater getting in the way.
“So, not to rush you or anything, but…” He gasped when Flins sank his teeth into the skin, enough to leave white indents without breaking the surface, his mouth then sucking a dark bruise into existence right above the neckline. Hiding that later would be a pain. “Are you going to stake your claim or what?” He felt like he’d been edged for weeks, and it was becoming unbearable.
Flins pulled back from Illuga’s neck, chest heaving, and then he was moving, arms sliding under Illuga’s thighs and hauling him up from the couch.
“Whoa!” Illuga yelped, arms flying around Flins’ neck. “What are you–”
“I’m not fucking you for the first time on a couch,” Flins said, carrying him toward the bed.
Illuga laughed. “Oh, what a gentleman.”
“I have some standards.” But Flins was smiling as Illuga leaned in to kiss him again.
It was messier this time. Distracted. Illuga’s fingers threading through Flins’ hair while Flins tried not to drop him. Their mouths met and parted, then met again, until Flins’ thigh caught the edge of the table with a solid thunk.
“Shit–”
Illuga broke away, laughing. “Very smooth.”
“You’re distracting me.”
“Then maybe you should stop kissing me long enough to get us there.”
“Absolutely not.” Another kiss, and Flins managed the last steps without injury.
He didn’t bother with gentleness, tossing Illuga onto the bed and watching with satisfaction how he bounced once and then settled into the sheets, his sweater riding up to expose some skin. Flins looked ravenous. Illuga was half-expecting him to start drooling anytime now.
Flins was on him in seconds, pushing between his thighs and pinning him to the mattress, his silky hair curtaining them both. Flins’ weight on top of him felt right like never before, the binding magic between them quiet but present.
Illuga pulled Flins in by his collar, kissing him with more tongue than lips. Flins slipped a hand to that sliver of pale skin revealed, mapping out the muscles in Illuga’s abdomen, as if he had never done it before.
This was the best part about being with Flins: Each one of their experiences together felt new. He was as eager now as he was during their first time. It was as if he could never get enough of Illuga, like nothing would ever suffice to satiate his hunger for him except fusing together and becoming one in the most literal sense.
Flins stopped kissing him to rid Illuga of his coat and sweater, leaving his neck and chest open to new marks, something Flins would never resist giving him. But Illuga was too restless to let him have his fun for too long.
“Off, off, off.” He tugged on Flins’ clothes, cursing at all the layers.
Flins chuckled and pulled back, taking off each layer of clothing with deliberate patience. It was so irritating how he tried to mess with Illuga even in a situation like this. He wasn’t going to let himself be teased endlessly this time, though.
Once Flins removed the clothing from his upper body, Illuga locked his legs around his waist and flipped them over.
A surprised gasp escaped Flins as his back hit the mattress, hands grasping Illuga’s hips to steady them both. His eyes were wide, caught off-guard, and then–
“Oh,” he breathed, something like awe crossing his face as he looked up at Illuga straddling him.
“It’s my turn now,” Illuga said, voice a lot rougher than he expected. He rolled his hips down once, just to see Flins’ face twitch.
Flins’ fingers gripped him hard enough to bruise. Gods, he hoped it bruised. “You–”
“You’ve had your fun touching and torturing me all this time,” Illuga leaned down, hands on either side of Flins’ handsome face. “Now I get to touch you all I want, and you’ll let me.”
Flins stared up at him, lips parted, breathing hard. No smartass retort for once, which pleased Illuga immensely.
“Yeah...” His voice sounded so beautiful when he was like this, nothing but plain want in his expression. “Yeah, okay...”
Illuga smiled, maybe a touch devilish, and licked into his mouth without an ounce of shame, swallowing their combined moans. Flins’ cock was hard, tenting his pants and pressing against Illuga, and he felt his mouth water, the knowledge that Flins would let him do whatever he wanted this time making him lightheaded.
He kissed down Flins’ neck, savoring his skin like a parched man, a thrill of excitement going up his spine at all the ways Flins’ reacted, mapping out his most sensitive spots so he could use that knowledge in his favor later. Illuga wasn’t as desperate to ‘mark his territory’ as Flins was, but he sucked a few hickeys of his own, on Flins’ neck, his collarbones, his chest, because it made Flins tremble in the most delicious way.
Flins’ nipples weren’t as sensitive as his, but Illuga gave them some attention anyway, rejoicing at the hand that grasped his hair and pulled.
He could feel his heartbeat in between his legs. Illuga was pretty sure he was going to ruin yet another fine piece of underwear. It hadn’t been that bad since their first time, mostly because Flins tended to be quick in getting it out of his way (although Flins had made him squirt on more than one circumstance, and ended up ruining it as collateral damage anyway).
He needed to get naked, yesterday. But Illuga had one goal in mind at that moment, and he wasn’t about to get distracted by any other concerns.
Reaching Flins’ pants was the easy part. Ridding him of them, on the other hand, was nightmarish. It took him an embarrassing amount of time, and batting away Flins’ hands trying to help twice to get them off. He didn’t waste any time and took off Flins’ underwear too, watching with rabid attention that cock jump from the fabric straight up as Illuga dragged it down with deliberate calm. It almost hit him in the face, which was way hotter than it should’ve been.
Illuga’s eyes widened. It was… big.
Illuga licked his lips, not knowing which was the most urgent matter: Getting it so deep in him that he felt it in his cervix, or choking on it until he cried.
Patience, Illuga. One step at a time.
He chanced a look at Flins’ face, and half wished he hadn’t. Flins had propped himself up on one of his forearms to watch him, petting Illuga’s hair more than pulling on it. He had such a sappy look on his face that Illuga felt the urge to cry (but he didn’t, thankfully, that would’ve been mortifying).
To avoid making things awkward with his sudden wave of emotion, Illuga held the thick and long cock in front of him instead. He felt Flins’ entire body stiffen beneath him. It looked a little painful, hot against his palm, very red and very veiny. Saliva pooled in Illuga’s mouth as a new drop of precum accumulated at the tip of it.
He gave it a little lick as an experiment, from the base to the tip, tasting the skin and precum on his tongue. Fuck, it was pulsing. He could barely hear Flins’ groan past the static in his ears. It was overwhelming and so, so good. Illuga got off to throw his own pants and underwear to the ground. He would not survive this without touching himself. He was so wet it was sliding down his thighs, and it would only get worse (better) from here.
Aware of the heavy eyes watching him like a hawk, he got on his hands and knees, ass up to make for an indecent image he hoped was hot for Flins. Considering how his cock twitched, he supposed it had worked.
Illuga swirled his tongue around the ridge at the tip, and oh, the weight of it on his tongue was driving him crazy. He put the head of the cock inside his mouth, lips parting wide for it to fit, and sucked. Flins threw his head back and moaned, pulling hard at Illuga’s hair once more, sending little currents of pain to his brain, that converted them into even more slick coming out of him. He moaned at the sensation, and the vibrations in his cock made Flins hiss. It was the best feedback loop Illuga had ever seen.
He rearranged himself, and started bobbing his head, testing the waters of his own limits. He had a good gag reflex, but it wasn’t perfect, which was good. He got as far down as he could without choking, and then went lower, his throat spasming and constricting around the heavy length. Illuga tried to ignore the lewd sounds he was making, but it was impossible.
Flins was moaning in a way Illuga hadn’t heard yet. Flins didn’t moan a lot during their encounters, only on the rare occasion that Illuga accidentally (or not) touched his cock or grinded against it. Illuga was going to discover each and every single noise he could make. Flins had dropped himself back to bed, unable to sustain himself up anymore.
“Fuck, Illuga,” he breathed. “You’re taking me so well.” Illuga sucked hard at the head, and Flins groaned. “Look at you, baby, sucking cock like you were made for it.”
Flins kept talking, the muscles on his abdomen tightening in waves, and Illuga couldn’t do this anymore. His other hand went straight for his pussy, stroking it and moaning around Flins again. Shit, his whole body seized, and Illuga let Flins’ cock pop out of his mouth so he could gasp out loud as he brought himself to his first frustrating orgasm.
Flins gave him a few moments to compose himself, petting his hair all the while. Then he held his chin and tilted his head up.
“Come here, baby, sit on my face,” he said, “I’ll take good care of you.”
Illuga didn’t need to be asked twice, changing positions and getting his soaked pussy close to Flins’ mouth. Then he leaned down to keep sucking on the thick cock in front of him. Flins dove right into him, though, and it was too distracting, his tongue flickering between Illuga’s clit and his entrance, fingers spreading his labia and exposing him, leaving him at Flins’ cruel mercy.
Illuga tried to keep up with his part but ended up more slobbering over Flins’ cock than anything else, until he gave up for the moment and lifted himself up, riding Flins’ face like he was a pillow.
But he had ridden his pillow before, imagining it was Flins’ mouth, and this was so infinitely better it made his eyes roll back. Flins’ tongue was out of this world when it wasn’t spinning tales. Illuga should shut him up like this more often.
And then there were two fingers inside of him, curling and exploring and looking for– Oh, there it was. Illuga desperately clung to Flins’ free hand on his hip, and Flins moved it so their fingers were interwoven together. Illuga was holding on so tight his knuckles were white.
His second orgasm made his entire body shake, a drawn-out and high pitched whine coming from him. But it was as frustrating as his first. Every nerve on his body was on fire, his limbs heavy, his core ached.
But it wasn’t enough.
He needed Flins inside. Right now.
Illuga climbed off Flins’ face and felt a jolt of satisfaction at how debauched he looked. Flins sat on the bed, cleaning the lower half of his face from Illuga’s slick with his fingers, and then licking them clean.
“Young Master tastes better than any human food I’ve eaten,” he said, voice raw.
“That’s not a high compliment, is it?” Illuga asked, smiling and getting into his lap. “You don’t like human food at all.”
“Better than the finest of wines.”
Illuga laughed, and positioned Flins’ cock at his entrance. “Shut up,” he said, no heat behind his words, and then sat down all at once.
He shouted at the feeling of being stretched beyond his expectations. The most Illuga has ever taken were three fingers, and Flins was a lot bigger than that, longer than any finger, pulsing like a heartbeat inside him.
Flins threw his head back and moaned. “Careful,” he hissed, stilling Illuga’s hips with both of his hands. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
Illuga ignored him, though, still reeling from the stretch, and from the fact that Flins was everywhere. Whenever he clenched his pussy he felt him, there was no space left to be filled, Flins’ cock getting to every wall and nerve. All the wetness made it easy to fit, but it still stung.
Flins groaned. “You’re clenching non-stop. It’s like you’re trying to milk me dry.” He moved his hand closer to where they were connected, his finger pushing inside just a fraction together with his cock. Illuga gasped, the stretch burning. “Is that what you want, baby? You want me to fuck you until you can’t stand? Want me to fill you with come?”
Gods, he wouldn’t stop talking, it was so annoying (and if his gut twisted at the words, dragging even more slick out of his poor pussy, that was his business alone).
Illuga gritted his teeth. “Shut up.” He punctuated that by raising himself again, and then letting gravity take care of the rest as he came down. “Ah, fuck,” he did it again, and again, relishing in the sensation of being filled so well he could feel Flins’ cock at the back of his throat.
“Master–” Flins’ voice cracked. “–Is so skilled at riding cock. Wherever did he learn such dirty things?”
He was not gonna dignify that with an answer.
Illuga’s legs were getting heavier the more he raised himself, and he was starting to lose momentum. He hated it. He wanted to be fucked so hard he’d be feeling for the next week. And he couldn’t do it himself.
Illuga kissed Flins, all tongue, and gasped into his mouth. “Flins, Flins,” he said, voice wrecked, “fuck me, please, please, I can’t do it, it needs to be you, please.”
Flins sucked at his tongue once before his face contorted into an expression that wasn’t quite a smile. Or even quite human. It was in these little moments that Illuga was reminded that his human face was a measly mask. “Gladly.”
He flipped them again, and Illuga cursed at the jostling of the cock inside of him, but it was all worth it when Flins hooked an arm beneath each of Illuga’s knees and leaned down, stretching Illuga’s legs and hips and hitting so much deeper.
The wet noises from his pussy being fucked and the slap of skin against skin were obscene beyond measure. It was shameful, which made Illuga’s body burn even more.
“Oh!” Illuga held onto the sheets so hard he thought they might rip apart. “Oh gods, right there, right there, oh fuck!”
Flins’ cock was pounding straight into his cervix in this position, and it hurt but it was so good, Illuga feared he might throw up from so many sensations at once. The whole world was spinning. Illuga’s face was a mess of sweat, tears and drool. He was getting really dizzy and Flins was biting him wherever he could put his mouth on, his normally blunt human teeth giving way to pointy fangs that drew blood easily.
“Do it,” Illuga said. “Make me yours, mark your territory, come on.” He held onto Flins’ shoulders for dear life, his nails digging into the strong muscles there until he felt them break skin.
Flins let go of one of his legs and enclosed his throat, tightening his grip until Illuga could barely breathe. He felt the moment the magic started happening, because it burned, like he was actually being branded by hot-iron. He screamed, and Flins was there again, licking his tears like they were a particularly tasty dessert, his hips pistoning in and out of Illuga like a crazed animal.
Illuga put a hand on top of the one on his neck, and gripped it hard, trying to get the message across like this because there was no way he could talk in this state.
Flins understood him, though, and the pressure on his neck increased, blocking his airways completely. Illuga felt his heart thudding against Flins’ hand, and all his blood rushed to his face. He couldn’t hear the noises they were making anymore.
When Illuga’s vision started to blur and darken at the edges, Flins used his other hand to thumb his clit roughly, and let go of his neck at the same time.
The air rushed back into Illuga’s lungs in a loud gasp, and his climax hit him like a physical weight crushing his organs, his heels dragging against the sheets as he arched his back, breath coming in quick, greedy pulls as the room spun around them.
He heard Flins shout, and felt his hot come filling his insides. Flins kept thrusting until he was too oversensitive, and then stilled. There was come dripping from his pussy, the amount too large to hold inside.
In a delirious thought, Illuga remembered reading somewhere that the fae were created, rather than born, and so they had a hard time reproducing. Maybe it’s not a zero chance, there was an echo inside his head. In the midst of his hormones and senses being completely out of whack, he thought, gods, I hope his seed takes.
And then he passed out.
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When Illuga came to again, not much time had passed, considering the soft and damp towel he felt wiping down his body. He let himself enjoy the care without opening his eyes.
Flins cleaned him up with deliberate slowness, like he was cleaning a very precious and delicate jewel. It didn’t feel like being underestimated, it felt like being so deeply loved that Illuga once again felt the urge to cry.
Was he ever going to get used to this? To being taken care of with so much reverence? For some reason, Illuga didn’t think so.
“Enjoying yourself, Young Master?” Flins asked, his voice a soft whisper, not breaking the calm atmosphere around them.
Illuga hummed, eyes still closed. There was a new sensation around his throat. It wasn’t painful, but it was constant. Like wearing a heavy necklace.
Flins chuckled and kissed his forehead. Illuga slowly opened his eyes.
Flins was beside him on the bed, already cleaned up and dressed in loose pants, his hair falling off his shoulders like a cascade as he leaned in to wipe the towel carefully between Illuga’s legs. Illuga couldn’t hide a grimace, he still felt raw and everything ached. He wouldn’t have it any other way, though. Flins cooed at him to relax, kissing his cheek.
When he was done, Flins set the towel aside, his fingers coming up to trace along Illuga’s throat. The patch of skin that carried the mark was sensitive, but not in a bad way. Illuga was hyperaware of it.
“How are you feeling?” Flins asked, a gentle smile on his face.
Illuga took stock. Sore. Exhausted. The mark pulsed warm against his skin, and the binding between them felt settled now, solid and real. “Like I drank way too much Fire-Water.” Gods, had he been that loud? His voice was almost gone. “And then got ran over by one of Aino’s big robots,” he admitted. “In a good way.”
Flins laughed, and he was so beautiful, his genuine smile making his eyes turn into crescents. Illuga felt a weird grief from being so far from him, even when they were so close. He understood Flins’ hunger then. There really was no way to be fully satisfied while they had separate bodies. Any distance was too much distance. Illuga hoped one day their ashes would be mixed together so no one knew where his remains started and Flins’ ended.
“Is there even a good way for that to happen?” That big smile was still on his face. Flins looked more at peace than Illuga had ever seen him, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Good. It was a weight he had no business carrying anyway.
“Apparently yes.” Illuga sat down, cupped Flins’ face in his hands and they kissed, unhurried, with no destination, enjoying the comfort of each other’s warmth.
They stayed locked like that for a while, before curiosity got the best of Illuga.
“I wanna see,” he said. His fingers found the mark on his throat. The skin was raised slightly, warm to the touch. It wrapped all around his neck.
Flins reached for something on the nightstand, a small handheld mirror. He passed it over to Illuga.
The mark was beautiful. Intricate lines wrapped around his throat like a collar, dark against his pale skin and shimmering faintly with that same blue flame he’d seen flickering beneath Flins’ mask. It sat high enough that nothing would hide it completely.
Illuga watched the mark glimmer slightly in a breathtaking way as he moved his head. It was stunning, it was–
“Not very subtle, is it?” he asked, smiling.
Flins shrugged. “If I’m near, it doesn’t use too much of my magic, as my presence is enough to sustain the binding. So it stays like that, nearly black. But if I’m away from you, it’ll siphon more of my magic to sustain it. The flames will become more prominent the farther you are.”
Right, so definitely not subtle. Illuga was delighted.
“I thought about giving you my family’s crest, as it’s usually the tradition, but thought better of it.” He put a lock of Illuga’s hair behind his ear. “You’re not a family possession. You’re mine and mine alone.”
Illuga was so in love he honestly might die from it.
Considering the soft way Flins was looking at him, maybe they both would.
He could feel a new, constant hum in his chest, a physical tether that told him exactly where Flins was standing without having to look. It was like a string pulled taut between their ribs.
Illuga kissed him again. Not touching Flins was hellish.
Once they separated, Flins had an impish look in his face.
“You’re telling your father,” he said. “And I will be far away at that moment.”
“What?!” Illuga exclaimed. “No way! He respects you way more than me, he’s not gonna say anything bad to you.”
“And you think he’ll say anything bad to you? His spoiled little prince?” Flins arched his eyebrows.
Illuga spluttered. “F-First of all, I’m not spoiled,” he said. “Second of all, yes I do! He’ll lecture me for a century.”
“Well, maybe you deserve it for swearing your life away to a big bad fae.” Flins was smiling so widely, and the whole room brightened up. Illuga wanted to bite a chunk off of him.
“We’ll tell him together,” he said. Flins grimaced, nose scrunching. “No complaints.”
Flins sighed dramatically. “As you wish, Young Master.” Illuga kissed the tip of his nose.
(Dad didn’t lecture either of them, actually. He said that he’s known for a while that this was going to happen, and was just waiting for them to stop being cowards about it.
He told them to not let it interfere with their duties and sent them on their way.
That was fair enough in Illuga’s book.)