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"Young Master Illuga, may I intrude on your time?"
"You are never intruding, Flins, I promise. How can I be of service?"
Illuga lifts his eyes to meet Flins's, head cocked just slightly to the side, as he mends a tear in the sleeve of one of his sweaters. They are alone, so the formalities are unnecessary, but Illuga doesn't mind. He's long come to terms with the fact that Flins will speak how he is wont to, and there is not a soul upon Teyvat that can stop him or his endlessly flattering tongue.
(Not that Illuga ever wants to stop Flins's tongue, but that is neither here nor there.)
Flins smiles down at Illuga, tilting his chin to encourage him to finish his mending, before he speaks again. "The first time we lay together—"
Illuga pricks his finger and hisses, bringing his pointer finger to his mouth to ease the sting before the odd creature before him can try to shove the injured digit between his own lips. "By the Moon Goddess, Flins! Do you have to speak like that?"
Flins blinks, his lantern-like eyes entrancing, but Illuga simply levels the older man with an unimpressed stare. "Are you alright?"
"Flins."
"Right, of course. As I was saying, when we first laid together," Illuga closes his eyes for a brief moment but opens them again as Flins powers forward, "you commented about my pierced nipples. As I recall, you liked them a lot."
That's an understatement. Illuga had taken the pewter barbells between his teeth, tugged on them, and sucked on Flins's nipples until Flins was trying to fight him off from overstimulation. He scarcely remembered a time when he'd seen the aloof Ratnik so out of sorts, and so has taken to tormenting Flins's nipples every chance the opportunity arises. Thankfully, they do find themselves reuniting in the sheets fairly frequently.
"Yes," Illuga says around his finger before pulling it from his lips. "I recall something of the sort. Why do you bring it up now?"
"Because…" Flins trails off, and Illuga's eyes narrow thoughtfully at him. Flins is rarely at a loss for words, in fact he is often at an excess of words, so this hesitation has Illuga's senses on high alert. "Well, I was wondering if you would also be interested in having your nipples pierced? I think gold would look most fetching on you."
Somehow, Illuga does not prick his finger again as he finishes a stitch and looks up at Flins with wide eyes. His mouth is dry—likely because the water at his side hasn't been touched since Flins came in—and he can feel heat rising to his cheeks.
"You think that it would be…fetching for me to get my nipples pierced?" he asks, just to be sure, because while Flins never says things he doesn't mean, Illuga needs to be certain that this is what he means. "Fetching, specifically?"
"Is there something wrong with the word 'fetching', Young Master? I have called you fetching before, and you have not expressed complaints."
Flins is pouting, thick eyelashes lowering, and Illuga is, unfortunately, a sucker to the Ratnik's puppy dog eyes. Celestia help Illuga.
"I don't have complaints with you calling me 'fetching', Flins. It's a very nice adjective. But, when things are more sexual, 'fetching' isn't exactly the first word that comes to mind for me." Illuga finishes up his mending, lifting the sleeve to cut the thread with his teeth. The weight of Flins's gaze on his mouth, his sharp teeth and the cream thread digging into his upper lip, makes heat rush down Illuga's spine.
"What word would you prefer?" Flins asks, his voice soft and breathy.
So easy for such a well-seasoned man.
"Well, I would prefer if you said something akin to… 'I think that gold nipple piercings would look really sexy on you' or 'you would look sexy with your nipples pierced'. Since you're implying that you want to see gold bars in my nipples while we have sex."
"…Oh."
"Oh." Illuga confirms, nodding his head once as he folds his sweater up and sets it aside. "So, would you like to try that again, Flins?"
Flins chuckles softly, shaking his head a little as he looks down at Illuga. "I think that this is an elaborate ruse to get me to call you sexy, Young Master Illuga?"
"Would you mind if it were, Lord Flins?"
"I told you that you don't need to call me that," Flins says, a small smile quirking on his lips. He doesn't stop long enough for Illuga to remind him that he needn't call him 'young master', instead pressing on with a coy laugh. "I think that you would look very sexy with pierced nipples, if you considered getting that done."
Illuga grins, his eyes sparkling as he leans back on his hands. "I will consider it, since my Lord Flins asked so nicely. How long do they take to heal?"
Flins considers that, and Illuga can see the very moment that reality hits him in the head. Illuga expects this, but he still waits patiently for Flins to give him the answer that he so dreads.
"I healed fairly quickly—ah, accelerated healing time, you know." Illuga finds it very funny that Flins likes to pretend that Illuga is foolish enough to believe that he is simply an odd man and not an ancient fae, and he allows him to pretend to soothe himself. "But when I got them pierced, I remember the piercer said 6 to 12 months…"
"That is an awful long time for you to not be allowed to play with my nipples," Illuga says gravely. "Perhaps you should get your fill before I have to cut you off for a year."
"6 months to a year. You're a sturdy man, Illuga, I am certain that you will be able to heal faster." Flins protests, and Illuga snorts, rolling his eyes fondly. Despite Flins typically being a very reserved man, sex does make him a little unreasonable.
Or perhaps it's just Illuga, which makes a special sort of pride rise in Illuga's chest. There's something so satisfying about bringing a composed man down to his knees.
"Well, we shall see. But, are you saying that you don't want to spend your time lavishing my nipples with attention?"
"No, I certainly am not."
"Good, now how about we do something about that?" Illuga smiles at the sharp look in Flins's eyes, leaning back on his hand and pushing his chest out to present it to Flins. It feels delighted to be wanted, and Illuga curls his finger, beckoning Flins forward.
Illuga doesn't actually know how he and Flins made it to the bed, nor does he know how their clothes ended up on the floor, but he doesn't care. Flins has his body weight pressed down on Illuga, cool hands sliding up his bare, freckled sides, and his soft lips pressing tender kissed down the column of Illuga's throat.
He traces delicate constellations in Illuga's freckles with his tongue, and Illuga moans his name into the dim lighting of the bedroom as Flins guides one of his legs up onto his ribs and traces long fingers along the gentle furl of his entrance. It's decadent and soft, and Flins closes his lips around Illuga's nipple as he starts to stretch him open.
"Flins," Illuga gasps, tangling his fingers into Flins's hair as Flins's free hand massages the pec that his lips weren't attached to.
"Kyryll," Flins whispers. He presses a kiss to Illuga's chest, flicking his eyes up to meet Illuga's as he curls his fingers towards himself, teasing Illuga's prostate and grinning as Illuga arches his back off of the bed with a stuttering moan. "Call me Kyryll, little prince."
Names have power, especially fae names, and Illuga cannot help but moan Flins's given name, Kyryll pouring from his lips as his head falls back against his pillow. He cannot help himself, squirming in pleasure as his cock leaks against his hip.
"That's it," Flins coos, closing his teeth around Illuga's nipple and tugging, and Illuga can feel his chuckle rumbling against his skin. "You're almost there, darling…"
Illuga wants to protest that he is ready, that he's been ready, but if Flins wants to take his time, he will take his time. Illuga finds that diabolical, but it does feel great, so he will let his lover do what the fuck he wants.
For now.
"Kyryll, please," Illuga gasps, grabbing Flins's hand as he squeezes Illuga's chest in hand, his hips twitching to the side as Flins slicks his fingers more before massaging his prostate in deep circles. "Please, I can't…"
"You can endure, Illuga, you are stronger than you think." Flins whispers, nearly purring as he teases Illuga's entrance, gently tugging at the tender skin before pulling his fingers free. Illuga whines, his eyes fluttering, before Flins presses their chests flush together. "How would you prefer to take me?"
"Immediately," Illuga huffs, rather immaturely if Flins's laugh is anything to go by. "What? I don't care what position you take me in so long as you are inside of me as quickly as possible. So, dealer's choice."
Dealer's choice can be dangerous with a fae as precocious as Flins, but when Flins readjusts their positions, shifting Illuga onto his side before settling behind him, Illuga relaxes into his embrace. His skin has warmed somewhat, and Illuga sinks back into his embrace with a relaxed sigh.
"That's it, darling… I've got you," Flins whispers into the shell of Illuga's ear, curling one hand around Illuga's chest as the other wraps around his cock to guide it into Illuga slowly. They moan in tandem as Flins sinks into him, and Illuga drags his nails down Flins's arm as his hips meet the curve of Illuga's ass. "You always feel so good, Ilya…"
Illuga tilts his head back onto Flins's shoulder, his chest rising and falling quickly as Flins massages his chest in hand, calloused fingers teasing Illuga's sensitive nipple as their hips roll together in deep, slow thrusts that stroke Illuga's most sensitive parts.
"K-Kyryll…" Illuga gasps, sinking his teeth into his lower lip as he sinks into each bit of pleasure that Flins gives him. The pace remains slow and steady, Flins's hard cock carving pleasure deep in his gut, and Illuga can feel each thrust in his throat as his nipples are tugged into swollen, pink peaks. "Oh, fuck…"
"Right there?" Flins whispers. His free hand slides down Illuga's stomach, blunt nails dragging pink lines down his abdomen before he presses his palm flat and pushes down as he thrusts hard into Illuga. Flins has the audacity to chuckle as Illuga shouts in pleasure. "I suppose so. You're lucky that the only people around to hear your cries are the ghosts of the island, little prince."
Illuga doesn't have anything to say to that, all words gone from his mind as Flins fucks him slow and deep, his lips peppering soft kisses along Illuga's jaw and throat. Each grope and thrust stirs ecstasy in his spine and Illuga reaches back, tangling his fingers in Flins's hair and pulling him into a deep kiss, their tongues slipping together. Illuga's leg lifts, bending at the knee and opening himself up wider as their moans melt together between their lips and each thrust has Illuga's cock bouncing with pleasure. The puddle of pre-cum is sticky, and Flins slides his hand through it before wrapping his long, calloused fingers around Illuga's cock, his palm almost fully encompassing its length.
Illuga bites down on Flins's lip, a hiccuping moan shaking through him as Flins strokes his cock in time with each delicious thrust inside of him. It's almost too good and Illuga feels his orgasm cresting quickly.
"Flins—Kyryll, please, I'm—"
"Are you close, young master?" Flins whispers. He sucks on Illuga's upper lip, stroking his cock faster as his thrusts pick up in speed. "Can you cum for me, darling? Make a mess all over yourself for me?"
"Yes," Illuga sobs. "I'm so close, please, Kyryll, please…"
"Cum for me."
Illuga's vision whites out as he spills over Flins's hand and his stomach, thighs shuddering as Flins digs his nails into the meat of Illuga's chest and strokes him through the intensity of his orgasm. "Kyryll…"
"Shh, I'm right here…" Flins is almost purring, drinking up Illuga's pleasure as if he were an incubus rather than a Snowlight Fae, and Illuga offers everything up to him helplessly. "You're so beautiful when you orgasm…"
Illuga has nothing smart to say, he simply clenches around Flins's cock and smiles lazily as Flins swears, bowing his head to sink his teeth into Illuga's shoulder to smother a deep moan. "So are you… So can you finish? Fill me up, Kyryll."
"I see your mouth is still smart," Flins huffs. Illuga can feel his chest heaving against his back and he pushes his hips back eagerly, trying to urge Flins to the precipice of pleasure that Flins had just pushed him over. "Oh, fuck…"
Flins doesn't swear often, and Illuga relishes in that.
"Fill me," Illuga gasps, his head leaning against Flins's as Flins pins Illuga's hips against his own, his deep thrusts turning into shallow grinds as he chases his orgasm. Illuga moans loudly as Flins's hips jerk thrice more before spilling inside him with a husky moan. "Kyryll…"
"I love to hear you moan my name…" Flins's voice is breathless, and Illuga relishes in the leisurely thrusts that Flins settles on to ride through his orgasm. "You should do it more often."
"That, Kyryll, is entirely up to you," Illuga counters. He yelps as Flins pinches his nipple in retribution, and playfully snaps his teeth at Flins. "You won't be able to pinch my nipples after I get them pierced, you know."
"I know," Flins says mournfully before he pauses, leaning forward to look Illuga in his eyes. "You're going to do it? Truly?"
"Mmm, why not? I think they'll be sexy, and I will be away quite a few times next year. Perhaps they will heal faster without your wandering hands constantly reaching for them."
Illuga pecks Flins's lips before he brings his hands up to his chest, squeezing inquisitively and laughing as Flins promptly covers them with his own. It is gross that Flins touches Illuga with his seed covered hand, but Illuga lets it slide for now.
"Do you promise to be patient about them?" he asks, quirking his brow up at Flins.
"I promise to try," Flins says, and Illuga takes him at his word. Flins cannot lie, but it's better to not lock himself into a promise he won't want to keep. Illuga respects that, leaning over to kiss him softly, tongue slipping between the seam of Flins's lips and tangling their tongues together in a languid kiss.
"I suppose that will do for now," Illuga whispers, gently cradling Flins's chin. He wants to admit that he loves Flins, but now is not the time. Maybe soon, though.