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The lighthouse was as desolate as ever. Rain bashed against the windows and wind rattled the frames, but Flins sat calmly, undisturbed by it as he flipped through an old book. He sat with poise, alone in the silence. But though his eyes were scanning the text in front of him, his mind was somewhere else completely.
He had, just a few days ago, last seen Illuga at Piraminda. The young man had been angry at him for a reason he had already forgotten about. But what had plagued Flins’ mind after that day was not his anger but the slight change in Illuga’s expression, when someone had bumped into his shoulder. Illuga had brushed off any attempts at Flins asking him if he was injured and had reassured him that he was fine. But Flins was aware of the other’s personality, and how he sometimes did things like hiding wounds to reassure his subordinates or hid any possible weakness from Flins.
Flins wasn't sure why Illuga acted that way in front of him, as Flins had always said that he respected Illuga as a captain and would never underestimate him, even if he would sometimes take a hit and tumble. It seemed that Illuga’s high regard for him was causing him to want to appear perfect in front of the person he respected. But what could Flins do to make Illuga relax around him? Also, if he was still injured and out there fighting, what if he got himself into worse trouble?
Flins rarely was anxious, and even when he did, he never showed it outwardly. Yet at this time, his leg was tapping against the floor in an attempt to soothe himself.
Just then, the storm outside intensified. Lighting flashed and thunder roared. Rain bashed against the lighthouse windows.
Someone knocked on the door.
Flins wasn't expecting any guests so he was surprised someone would come over at this time of night, and in this weather nonetheless. He got up and walked over to the door, and as he didn't sense any hostility coming from outside, he opened it to let whoever was on the other side in.
To his surprise, it was the person who had been causing him so much worry just a moment ago. Illuga was soaked and looked like a wet cat as he held onto his other arm, which was clearly injured. Some redness had begun to seep through his clothing.
Flins narrowed his eyes at the sight, before letting the other in. “Young Master Illuga, welcome.”
“...” For reasons Flins couldn't hope to guess, Illuga stayed quiet. He was pursing his lips and looking a little embarrassed, perhaps because of the state he was in. Was there any point to being embarrassed over getting hurt like this, Flins wondered.
Regardless, he did not press, instead placing a hand on the small of Illuga's back and gently guiding him to sit down on his couch. Then he left and fetched a first aid kit and water. All the while Illuga sat quietly and watched as he moved around the lighthouse.
Eventually Illuga spoke, “I’m sorry for disturbing you so late.”
“Nonesense, you are always welcome in my home,” Flins said as he returned. Placing the things he held in his arms on the coffee table, he sat next to Illuga and stared pointedly at him.
Knowing what Flins was getting at, Illuga sighed as he began removing his coat. He flinched in pain as he carefully peeled off his sleeve. His left arm was still bleeding. There was an open wound that had been slashed on top of an older one, which had yet to fully close. Now it made a crisscross mark over his bicep, which bled crimson down his pale skin.
There were no words exchanged as Flins got to work quickly, cleaning the fresh wound by dabbing it gently with a soaked rag, then carefully gliding his fingers over the other's skin as he bandaged the arm. Finally, when he was done, he eyed over the rest of Illuga's body, looking to see if the other was still hiding more from him.
“Sir Flins, there’s no more. It's just my arm…” Illuga protested. He pushed back when Flins pulled over his other arm to inspect it and stubbornly clenched his jaw when Flins held his chin and turned his head from side to side. No wounds were to be seen, though on his skin was now a healthy red hue.
“Sir Flins,” Illuga protested again.
Flins sighed as he finally let go and moved to clean away the mess. “If you didn’t make it a habit to hide wounds from me, I wouldn't have to check each time.”
“...” Illuga looked down at the floor in silence. Water dripped from the tips of his hair strands onto the couch and into his lap.
Since he was keeping quiet, Flins could only keep pressing him until he started talking. “What happened?”
With a sigh Illuga glanced over. On his face was a regretful expression, “I’m sorry.”
Flins tilted his head, waiting for more.
Illuga finally began to spill, “The first wound wasn't that bad and it was starting to close so I didn't want anyone to worry. But then, as I was nearby, there was just a small group of wild hunt and I thought I could handle it by myself. And I did, they were defeated, but one of them slashed me, and then the storm began and well… here I am”
Though Illuga was dependable and undoubtedly strong, his stubbornness was surely going to be his downfall one day. It made Flins terribly worried.
“You don't have to shoulder everything by yourself, I was nearby, you could have fetched me,” he said as he had said many times before. It somehow always seemed to fly in from one ear and out the other.
But Illuga’s next words made Flins a little surprised.
“I… wanted to impress you,” His young master admitted, scratching his neck in embarrassment as a red flush spread all the way up to his ears.
So that's why he had been so quiet at first.
Smiling deviously, Flins leaned into Illuga’s space, “...Oh?”
Moving an inch away, Illuga still seemed upset as he pursed his lips and mumbled, “But I made a fool of myself instead, I learned my lesson now.”
Seeing him so defeated for such an adorable reason made Flins want to bully him very badly. But he was also concerned that the young master thought Flins would be impressed by recklessly risking his life.
He sneakily closed the distance that Illuga had created between them again, “Instead of throwing yourself into danger alone, I’d be more impressed if you relied on me more”
“You wouldn't find it annoying?” Illuga asked, lifting his head and finally looking the other in the eyes. He hadn't noticed Flins getting closer and jumped a little as the other was a lot closer than he had anticipated.
Laughing under his breath, Flins began to crowd his space even more, “Anyone else? Perhaps. You? Never.”
“...Here you go again,” Illuga groaned and looked away, placing a hand on Flins’ chest and starting to push him away.
Flins made a sad face, “I am being sincere.”
And he was being sincere. It was just that Illuga never took his flirting seriously. It was his own fault of course, because he flattered everyone all the time. It was no wonder he wasn't believed when there was no proof of his sincerity aside from his shallow words. Flins had hoped that by now his actions would have driven the message home but it was his unfortunate fate to be constantly dismissed by his young master.
As expected, Illuga made a face of disbelief, “I bet you say that to every guy who comes here.”
Now that was uncalled for, Flins thought to himself. But again, he couldn't blame the other for thinking of him so. Perhaps if he pushed a little further, he might be able to correct this terrible misunderstanding.
“What makes you think I'd let anyone else in my home?" He asked.
“Are you saying you don't?"
“I don't,” Flins shook his head. Then grabbed the hand on his chest that was still attempting to push him away and brought it to his lips. He kissed the back of Illuga’s hand and spoke against his skin, ”Just you.”
It was apparent from his facial expression that Illuga’s resolve had begun to crack. Flins could practically see the gears turning in his head, trying desperately to come up with any other reason for Flins’ behavior than simply the fact that he was being true to his words.
“And what makes me so special that I get the privilege?" Illuga asked in an irritated tone.
Uh oh, he was becoming angry. Flins knew he should back away at this moment but he couldn't help the desire to push the other’s buttons. The way Illuga’s face puffed up in anger was too adorable and his eyes flashing red when upset were too tempting for him to not see.
Flins smiled, excitement bubbling up inside him as he made his tone intentionally sultry and dramatic, “Fishing for compliments? Well, if you insist, My dear young master. What makes you special is too many things to say in just one sentence; your courage, your strength, your looks, your-”
But before he could finish his long list of things he liked about Illuga, the other had placed his hand on top of Flins’ mouth to block his litany of flowery words.
“Alright, stop please just… shut up,” he begged, his face having gone now completely red.
Flins took the hand away from his mouth, “You asked, I answered."
Looking even more angry than before, Illuga humphed, “My looks you say… if you're making fun of me I’ll kick you.”
“What makes you think I am making fun of you?” Flins asked, genuinely confused. Though perhaps he shouldn't be feeling confused as he definitely did make fun of the other quite often. He would never stoop so low as to make fun of his feelings though. And he had hoped the young master would have known that about him by now.
Illuga mumbled, “Huh? Surely you know that I… nevermind.”
Flins did know what Illuga had implied. It wasn't like Illuga was very good at hiding the fact that he liked Flins. But again, the fae’s nature didn't let Flins stop his teasing.
He leaned in closer, “You… what? Don't leave me hanging, Young Master. I am now dying out of curiosity"
But his teasing had finally backfired and Illuga stood up from the couch in a hurry.
“I think the storm has calmed down, I’m leaving,” he said as he headed for the door, grabbing his torn bloodied coat as he tried to leave.
But as he reached the front door, he felt a towering presence behind him and a hand came to block him from reaching the handle. Lighting flashed outside and the rumble of thunder immediately followed. Flins stood behind him, his breath tickling the back of Illuga’s neck, causing him to shiver.
Flins leaned into his ear as he said with a low voice that was unusually threatening, “Not so fast.”
“Flins?” Illuga felt his heart rate rise as he found himself completely trapped. In his stubbornness he fought his own feelings and tried to pry the other’s hand off the handle to no avail.
“Stay,” Flins pleaded. His tone was no longer threatening, more so desperate.
But Illuga was still not convinced. He struggled and turned around so he was now facing the other with his back pressed firmly against the door.
“What's the point?” He asked with a bite to his voice, ”I'd rather get soaked in the rain again than stay and be bullied by you.”
Though he had sounded harsh and in his eyes flickered the flames of anger, Flins wasn't upset by his words at all. And that was because he knew they weren't truthful.
“Liar,” he said with a smirk and watched as Illuga began to crumble.
“So what if I am?” Illuga asked, his brows furrowed and water filling up in his eyes, ”Let me go, it's not like you’ll return my feelings so just- mmh?!”
As he had almost begun to shed tears, Flins had leaned in to firmly press his lips against the other’s. Illuga had struggled just a moment ago but as soon as their lips touched he stilled and then went completely lax. In his shock he dropped the bloody jacket he was holding, letting it fall to the floor.
Flins pulled back just enough that he could speak, “And what makes you think I won't return your feelings, Young Master?”
Illuga breathed a little heavier, his lips slightly wet from the earlier kiss. His eyes had widened as the realization had set in that Flins did in fact share his feelings.
But something was still holding him back. He let his gaze fall on Flins’ lips as he spoke, “We shouldn't.”
Flins raised a brow, “Oh? first it was that you didn't have faith in me, now it's that we shouldn’t— it appears you're just making excuses.”
“...” Illuga couldn't refute him as he was completely right. He looked into Flins’ eyes, searching them for any sign that everything just now had been a lie. But he only found tenderness and affection in that gaze, and it made his stubborn resolve fall to pieces.
”Kiss me again,” he asked— or rather demanded.
And Flins obliged. Finally removing his hand from the door handle, he moved to cradle Illuga's neck as he pressed their lips together once again, deeper this time. He felt Illuga grab onto the front of his jacket, tugging at the belts there to pull him closer. Flins couldn't help the smile that landed on his lips at the action, and he pressed that smile onto the other’s lips again and again, tracing at the seam of his mouth with his tongue, asking to be let in.
Illuga hesitantly opened his mouth and Flins gave him no mercy as he plunged his tongue inside, tasting him thoroughly and swallowing his surprised moan. Carefully, he avoided Illuga's injured arm and sneaked his hand behind the other's waist, pulling him flush against his own body. He felt an exhilarating happiness envelop him. How wonderful it was that Illuga was so trapped like this in his arms, so vulnerable and completely at his mercy.
A shiver ran down Flins’ spine. He considered himself to be someone with restraint. However as always, when it came down to Illuga, all of it was as good as gone. He kissed the other deeply, moving the hand on his waist to slip under his sleeveless sweater. His leg sneaked its way between Illuga’s, pressing against him and making a questioning whimper come out of the other’s mouth.
”Wait-!” Illuga pushed Flins away and breathed heavily.
Flins stopped and pulled away but not too far. On his face was a look that could only be described as a desperate beast starving in front of its meal. Illuga swallowed as he observed that hunger, targeted towards himself.
”You’ve.. been holding back on me for a while now, haven't you?”
”An astute observation,” Flins said, a little out of breath. His tone was light hearted despite feeling like he was going crazy at the moment. The last thing he wanted was to do something Illuga didn't want. So he forced himself to calm down as he continued, ”But I can wait for a while longer if that is what you wish.”
Illuga shook his head, ”No, it's fine— I was just caught off guard.”
”Then,” Flins leaned in, placing both of his arms around the other so he could embrace him like he had wished to do for a long time now, ”Please give yourself to me, my dear young master”
Illuga nodded his head against Flins’ shoulder. His face hidden, he didn't see the dangerous smile on the face of the mischievous fae.
-
Flins pressed Illuga against his mattress, removing layers with great care whilst watching out for his injury. He kissed along the edge of Illuga’s face, tracing his jaw down to his neck. Biting down, Flins made the young man underneath him yelp and grab onto him tighter. He smirked into the pale skin, which he was making sure would be covered in his markings by the end of the night.
Trailing his tongue over Illuga's chest, Flins happily listened to the gasps of pleasure, which the other was desperately trying to stifle with a hand over his mouth. That wouldn't do. Flins took said hand in his, deviously tangling their fingers together and pressing their joined hands against the sheets. Since Illuga couldn't move his other arm either because of his injury, it left him completely trapped.
”You-!” Illuga said angrily but didn't know how to continue his sentence without embarrassing himself further.
Flins breathed out a laugh, ”Mm? What about me? If you want to call out to me, I’d prefer you used my name instead.”
Illuga couldn't say a word back. If his other arm wasn't injured, he would have used it to smack the other to his heart's content. He stubbornly turned his face to the side, looking away.
But it wasn't long before another gasp of pleasure escaped his lips. Flins had taken one of his nipples into his mouth and gently bit down on it. Illuga shivered, arching his back and twisting his body as it was the only thing he could do.
As he watched Flins still fully dressed while he himself was already halfway exposed, Illuga made a sound of disapproval.
”What's wrong?” Flins asked with a warm smile.
Illuga lifted a leg to gently smack the other on the side. ”You…take your coat off”
With a satisfied grin, Flins immediately obliged, ”Of course, my dear young master.”
Flins was always covered from head to toe. Even when he relaxed or when the weather was warm he never removed his coat. Illuga had never seen him without it and had jokingly started to wonder to himself if it was glued on the other's body.
But this was why it felt a lot more nerve wracking to finally see him take it off. As the heavy fabric fell away, it was almost scandalous to actually see the skin of his neck and chest peeking from underneath a neat purple button-up.
Flins went even further to even their state of undress and he unbuttoned his shirt while making direct eye contact. Slowly taking off his clothes as he had been asked to.
Illuga could tell he was moving slower on purpose, either to piss him off or to entice him. Both of which worked equally as well.
Finally the shirt was off and Illuga couldn't help but ogle a little. To his surprise though, Flins was a little less muscular than he had assumed. They both had similar jobs and Flins was always active when they crossed paths, yet his body was slender and lean rather than buff. There was also a mysterious lack of scars on his body. There was no way a normal person could survive this long as a lightkeeper without a single mark on their person to show for it.
But Illuga was already long convinced that the other wasn't human, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise. Flins seemed to find joy in watching his reactions, probably hoping that Illuga would ask him about it so he could come up with another one of his made up stories.
But Illuga wasn't going to ask and give him that satisfaction. He instead eyed him up and down, ”Are you waiting until tomorrow to get on with it?”
Flins’ smile grew as he was greatly amused by Illuga’s attempt at taunting him. He chuckled under his breath as he leaned down to kiss his forehead tenderly, ”How impatient of you.”
It didn't take long for them both to be fully naked, but Illuga found himself a little shy despite wanting this very badly. He had his legs closed and he blocked the view which Flins was aiming to see.
Stroking his hands up and down Illuga's things, Flins spoke as he looked through his eyelashes, "Won't you spread your legs for me, Young Master?”
With such a scandalous statement, Illuga’s head felt like it might explode at any second, ”Stop calling me that already!"
”I know you like it when I do though,” Flins countered.
”…” Illuga couldn't say anything back, having been so easily exposed once again. Was he that easy to read? He was going to keep his legs closed just to spite the other but when their gazes met and his heart thumped a little louder in his chest, such a look of desperate desire was thrown his way that he instantly felt bad for the other. He slowly relented and let his legs fall open.
Flins’ smile deepened and he thanked Illuga, praising him for doing as he was told.
”…”
The loving torment continued as Flins kissed his way down Illuga’s stomach firmly planting himself between the other's legs, not letting him close them again. His hands caressed the scarred skin, taking a hold of Illuga’s thighs as he kissed lower and lower. He sucked a mark on the inside of his leg, then bit down.
Illuga groaned and twisted his body but he was now being held down below the waist and his struggles were futile. His erection stood pitifully ignored, his body trembling in arousal as he was being teased so thoroughly.
Flins took pity on him, flicking his gaze up to the other’s eyes before he began to kiss his way closer and closer to the place Illuga needed him the most. His face was now inches away, so he blew hot air from his mouth like the bully he was.
Illuga gasped, cursing Flins in his mind a thousand times as he involuntarily bucked his hips.
Flins smirked, grabbing a hold of Illuga's things more firmly and pressing them down. He slowly licked his way up the already leaking member in front of him, eagerly tasting the other, wanting to make every part of him his. Illuga grabbed Flins’ hair with his good hand and moaned as the other mercilessly took him down his throat.
Since he was already so good at so many things, it was even more unfair that Flins would be good at this too. Illuga made a promise in his head to find a way to humble him one day. At the moment, he was totally at Flins’ mercy, so he couldn't do much even if he wanted to.
Sucking him in and pulling back up, Flins pressed his tongue against the sensitive head of Illuga's cock. Illuga couldn't help the harsh way he gripped at the hair in his grasp. The pleasure was too sudden and too much at once. Fortunately it seemed that his pulling of Flins’ hair was not a problem at all, as the other groaned at the feeling, clearly enjoying it as he continued his task.
Illuga wasn't experienced and he couldn't hold back so easily, so he was already about to spill. He didn't want to come so early— and he found himself to be rather embarrassed for thinking this way— but he also wanted to come together with Fins.
He did his best to warn the other, hoping his pleas would be heard, ”Fuck- ah! Wait— if you do that I’ll-!”
Flins pulled off him with a wet sound, glancing up at him through his dark lashes. Having been denied his orgasm felt frustrating but Illuga voiced no complaints since he had been the one to ask for it.
Flins had, at some point, conjured up a vial of lube out of somewhere. Illuga decided not to question it, especially after a finger coated in it pressed against his entrance. As Flins glanced at him, clearly asking if it was alright to continue, Illuga nodded his head.
The finger pressed inside him, gliding in easily and without any resistance. It felt odd at first but he was still hard and the situation made him so aroused that it hardly mattered. He was desperate for more, letting his mouth fall open as the finger began to thrust in and out him. A second finger soon followed, stretching him in preparation and Illuga found himself wanting to thrust his own hips to meet those fingers and to get them in a little deeper. There was a spot that the tips of those fingers graced every once in a while that Illuga wanted to feel more of.
”How beautiful,” Flins said in awe, “So desperate for me down here, aren't you?”
”S-shut up!” Illuga gasped, embarrassed.
”Gladly”
”Ah-!” Illuga moaned as Flins took his cock back inside his mouth while at the same time pushing three fingers inside of him. Illuga’s hips shook as he heaved, the pleasure and stretch making his head spin. Then, Flins pushed his fingers further in before hooking them slightly upward. Illuga felt his whole body shiver as a rush of pleasure overtook him. He moaned, and though he tried his hardest, he couldn't hold back his orgasm.
It rushed through him without warning and he didn't even have time to tell Flins to get his mouth off him. But the other didn't seem to care one bit, swallowing eagerly around his member, thrusting in his fingers until Illuga's body twitched from overstimulation. He relented his hold then and pulled off him with a smile.
Illuga felt as though he was being completely devoured by the other.
He wanted to pout that they didn't come together like he had wished, but if he ever voiced such a thing out loud, he might actually have to bury himself in the cemetery outside.
Instead, he eyed Flins’ cock which stood sadly forgotten this whole time. Swallowing a bit of his own saliva, Illuga wondered if it would even fit properly. But his body, though it had just released all of its tension, was stirring in interest already.
Flins didn't let his own impatience show on his face at all. He calmly stroked Illuga's sides and legs with tender care, placing loving kisses into his skin as if he wasn't enduring the pain of holding back. Slowly he brought his fingers back inside Illuga, pushing them in gently and stretching him thoroughly.
He took his time, waiting until Illuga's cock stood up once again and his breathing had turned labored. He kept stretching him, pulling his fingers out then adding more lube before pushing back in. On his face was a constant mischievous smile.
Illuga was pretty sure he had been ready a while ago— why was the other still at it?? He became irritated.
”Put it in already!" Illuga finally said, kicking Flins on his side as he did, "Haven't you had enough of teasing me??”
”My dear young master, I could never tire of teasing you,” Flins chuckled under his breath.
Illuga pointedly kicked him again, which only made the other laugh harder.
”Alright, settle down. I’ll give you everything you ask for— all you have to do is ask nicely.”
Flins seemed very pleased with himself as he saw Illuga's face redden from anger. It wasn't enough that he had prolonged this for so long, despite suffering himself in the process, he was still trying to make Illuga beg too?? How greedy was this bastard??
Illuga fumed, ”If you don’t fuck me now, I’m leaving!”
”Now now, you don't think I'd let you leave so easily, do you?” As he spoke, Flins traced his fingers up and down Illuga's thigh, drawing circles into his hips in amusement.
Though his words sounded threatening, they only made Illuga roll his eyes. ”I can't stand you”
”You wound me, Young Master” As Flins said this, he grabbed Illuga’s briefly forgotten member and stroked his hand up and down, teasingly slow.
”Fuck, ngh!” Illuga threw his head back as a wave of arousal shot down his spine. He bit his lips and groaned in frustration as Flins’ hand moved too slowly. Tears prickled at the edges of his eyes, threatening to fall. If he doesnt fuck me after I embarrass myself, I’ll kill him, he thought in his head.
Stomping down his pride, Illuga muttered quietly, ”Flins, please?”
The other acted as if he hadn't said anything, which made Illuga want to bite his head off. He asked again, a little louder this time, though it was through his teeth, ”Please put it in?”
The smile on Flins’ face was radiating, ”Anything for you.”
Smug bastard, Illuga cursed in his head. But all his anger melted away as Fins finally brought his cock to his entrance and slowly pushed inside. He grasped at the sheets next to his head, locking his legs behind the other’s back to pull him in further, faster.
He let out a pathetic whimper as Flins’ full length finally bottomed out, reaching depths inside him he didn't know was possible. Some drool involuntarily fell from his mouth as Flins moved. Slowly at first, he thrust himself back in after pulling out halfway. He kept his gaze locked onto Illuga’s face, looking for any signs of pain or discomfort. There was none. All Illuga felt was overwhelming pleasure and fullness.
He squeezed his legs, trying to get Fins in deeper, to get him to fuck him harder. If the bastard was going to make him beg again, he was going to end up actually murdering him.
As if reading his thoughts, Flins chuckled as he began to move faster. His thrusts hit Illuga's prostate with an unfair accuracy, making him twitch and cry out each time he was driven into. Flins’ eyes darkened as he saw illuga’s blissed out expression and the wet mess of tears on his face.
He bent down to lick the salty trikes off his cheeks as he buried himself deeper into the welcoming warmth.
”Your tears of pleasure are beautiful to witness, Young Master,” He whispered against the other’s cheek.
”Shut- ngh -up!” Illuga trembled in his embrace, spilling down tears as he couldn't stop them from falling anymore.
”Oh? But why? Every time I speak, you squeeze tighter down there. Could it be— you like the sound of my voice?”
”Haah-! Mmh!” Illuga moaned as another wave of pleasure crashed over him and he almost came again. He was so close he knew it wouldn't take much to drive him off the edge.
”Flins,” he called out desperately. Asking for anything the other would give him.
”It’s alright, don’t hold back Illuga,” He murmured into his ear and then fucked him even harder, grabbing his hips into a bruising hold. Illuga furrowed his brow and he let out a whimper, his whole body shook as his vision blurred and he spilled onto his own stomach. The euphoric feeling overtook him and it was a while until he actually came down from the high of it.
Flins had slowed down but had generously fucked him through it and now he came to a slow stop as he plunged his tongue back inside Illuga’s mouth, kissing him messily. Illuga had no mind to care that he tasted himself on Flins’ tongue. He moaned into the kiss letting the other suck his tongue and ruin him completely.
Only when he was starting to run out of air, Flins pulled back and kissed his neck instead.
Illuga panted out of breath and made an observation, "You're still hard”
He had once again come selfishly first, while the other hadn't even come once yet.
”Mmn, I'm simply waiting for you to recover. I'm sure a captain like you can handle a little more. Didn't you wish to impress me?” Flins said as he stayed still, buried inside Illuga's tight embrace.
Feeling as though his pity had been for nothing, Illuga brought his good hand to Flins’ face and playfully pulled at his cheek, ”I really can't stand you sometimes— I don't think anyone else could ever anger me this easily.”
”Perhaps you should drink some water to calm down then?” Flins suggested with an innocent smile.
”...Come closer,” Illuga demanded.
Though Fins was sure there was a catch, he leaned in towards Illuga's face anyway. He then felt the sharp pain of teeth as his young master took his revenge by biting his nose.
Not upset at all, but terribly amused, Flins hummed, ”Hmm? How feisty”
Illuga looked unimpressed, ”Why do I feel like you enjoyed that?"
Flins didn't answer, but the smirk on his face was as good as an admission. And because he was insufferable, he began to thrust again out of nowhere, catching Illuga off guard and making him yelp as he scrambled to grab a hold of the other's forearm.
His angry face was quickly wiped away by pleasure even if it infuriated him all the same. He was quickly hard again, his legs trembling as his body was being put to the test. Flins held onto his hips, pressing himself inside with long and deep thrusts, watching in fascination as his length disappeared into the other.
Illuga noticed him watching and wanted to call him a pervert but his mouth could hardly form actual words. Instead, jumbled curses and moans spilled from his reddened lips, drool dripping down his chin and tears once again spilled from his eyes.
Flins had endured a lot longer than him, having stayed inside him for a good while now. Illuga knew he must be painfully hard(and could feel it too), but he would never commend the other or compliment him on the fact that he had held back so well. This was because he knew Flins didn't need compliments— instead he needed to be taken down a peg.
Flins groaned as Illuga suddenly squeezed himself tighter around his length.
”Haha, Young Master… are you taunting me?” Flins grinned deviously as his hips kept thrusting.
”I’m just- ngh -helping you out… You’re taking- haaah -an awfully long time to come… Are you having trouble down there?”
He knew that when he had spoken those words out loud, he had put himself in trouble. He felt a shiver run down his spine as Flins’ face grew more and more dangerous, all the while a gentle smile stayed firmly put on his lips.
Illuga swallowed nervously.
Flins grabbed one of his legs and pulled it over his shoulder. The position made his legs fall open further and when Flins thrust inside again, he was able to reach even deeper than before.
Illuga felt like his vision almost blanked out, ”Ah-! T-too deep!”
”Is it?” Flins asked as he thrust again, ”Ngh-! Do you wish me to stop?”
Illuga shook his head as he moaned, ”Don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck!”
Though it was overwhelming, it felt so good Illuga thought he might lose his mind. He could only lie there and take it as his body was ravaged thoroughly. Somewhere in his mind he was still able to form a few thoughts. One was that he was glad that Flins didn't seem to treat him as something fragile and knew he could take this rough treatment. Another was that he wasn't sure if he could live without this anymore.
He full on sobbed now, blissed out of his mind and about to come for the third time. He felt that words were hard to form but he really needed Flins to come first this time, not only for the sake of his pride but because he wanted him to feel good as well. Tears streamed down his face, wetting his trembling lashes and his flushed cheeks.
”Ngh—! Flins…!” He called out desperately, sweat sticking strands of hair onto his forehead.
Contrary to his harsh thrusting, Flins spoke calmly, ”Shhh, it's alright. I'm close too, not to worry.”
”Haah… don’t… pull out…”
”...Illuga,” Flins finally lost his composure as his thrusts began to grow erratic. The sight under him was so much more than any of his daydreams could have ever conjured up. It made his head spin as he groaned at the pleasure when Illuga squeezed him tighter as if not wanting him to ever leave.
It all finally drove him off the edge, spilling inside his young master as he kept fucking into him throughout it.
Illuga grabbed at the sheets moaning wantonly with closed eyes. His body trembled and pulled taunt as he followed just behind Flins.
Flins breathed in deeply as he laid himself on top of Illuga, burying his face on the other's neck. The scent of his skin was comforting. He felt a hand begin to stroke his hair after a moment had passed. Such affection was something Flins hadn't felt in a long time. He squeezed Illuga's body closer.
A moment later, Illuga poked him on the head, ”If you knew I liked you, and you liked me back, then why did you wait until now to say something?"
Now that was a valid question, though Flins knew the other would get angry at his real answer. The true reason of course being that he wanted to see what Illuga would do when he teased him.
He made up a small lie, ”Well, I was hoping to encourage you to make the first move.”
”Hah… Well… I'm a coward, you should have known that.” Though Illuga had laughed, there was an undertone of sadness in his words. Flins knew where that self doubt came from and he didn't like that it persisted even now.
”You are anything but a coward," he said, his tone uncharacteristically serious. Lifting his head up from the crook of the other's neck, he stared at Illuga's face which was now filled with a mix of complex emotion. He brought a thumb to gently wipe away a single tear from the other's cheek. Whether it was left from their earlier tossing or if it was because of his sadness, Flins couldn't tell.
As Illuga didn't answer him, Flins kissed his lips tenderly. It was a sweet kiss, a deep contrast to the passion of just moments before.
”I am serious,” Flins reiterated.
Eventually, Illuga smiled, ”Thank you.”
It seemed that after fucking him senseless, Flins had finally managed to make the other believe in him. Feeling a squeeze in his heart, Flins wanted to tuck the other into his arms and hide him there for all eternity.
His lovesickness was blatant on his face and it made Illuga reach out to tuck a strand of hair behind Flins’ ear as he spoke, ”That’s the first time I've seen you make such a face"
”Give me a moment to gather my composure," Flins joked, ”Then I’ll be back to teasing you.”
Shaking his head with a chuckle, Illuga finally seemed to relax fully. His eyes were a little droopy as he lazily threw one arm over Flins’ shoulder to pull him back to lay his full bodyweight on top of him.
”I’ll stay,” he said tiredly. And though he meant just tonight, there was a promise underneath to stay in general. He felt a kiss against his neck and smiled.
”I was hoping you'd say that,” Flins replied, mumbling his words against Illuga’s skin. And hidden from the other’s gaze, his eyes flashed with light as his heart felt as though it would burn out in joy.
That, and he also felt like he had finally trapped his prey.