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Things were slowly returning back to normal in Nod Krai. After the recent return of the Wild Hunt and the constant harassment from the Fatui for years, the people of Nod Krai weren't too fazed about the ascension of a false god. The evacuees returned to their homes. They buried their dead, the ones that hadn't been able to escape the various experimentation sites from the Doctor, and moved on with their life.

It didn't take long before Illuga was back on his usual supply runs. He had more work now, of course – the Wild Hunt hadn't disappeared in the absence of Nod Krai’s citizens. Teams of lightkeepers were dealing with small-scale outbreaks, who all needed supplies of course. There also was other, council related work which Illuga now had to attend to in Nasha Town. Getting there always took a day of travel, which meant he had even less time to himself. Illuga was therefore very unhappy to report that it took him longer than he would have liked to finally visit the Final Night Cemetery.

It had been over two weeks since he’d reunited with Flins when he finally stepped foot onto the gloomy island. Over two weeks of being glad every day that his friend was alive. His friend… and his lover, for that’s what they were now, Illuga supposed. He had been so frightened when he had to leave Flins behind in Nod Krai, certain he’d never see him again, and it had been very hard to ignore his own feelings much longer afterwards. Illuga could only be glad that Flins returned his feelings in kind.

Illuga shivered as he walked up the hill towards the lighthouse, the only source of light on the perpetually darkened island. The cloud cover was always so thick here that no sunlight could hope to penetrate it. It meant that it was always cold here, especially with the constant strong winds coming in from the open ocean.

Today the wind seemed especially chilly. Illuga shivered again and crossed his arms in front of himself. He looked around when he spotted ghostly apparitions in the corner of his eyes, glowing ominously as he walked past. The spirits didn't usually make an appearance in his presence, and Illuga fought the urge to raise his lantern. He picked up his pace instead.

He made it halfway up the hill when the hairs on the back of Illuga’s neck rose. He whirled around, overcome with the sensation of being watched, as he only knew it from the battlefield. Illuga’s heart quickened, as did his breathing as he looked the way he’d come. Maybe he was imagining things – or maybe someone was playing a trick on him.

“Flins?”, he called out, because this was just the kind of mischief that the fae would like. He looked around, trying to see someone hiding behind one of the graves or the old ruins, but spotted nothing. The feeling of being watched didn't vanish, though. Suddenly, just outside his vision to the left, there was a blue glow–

Illuga whirled around again, expecting blue flames, but found nothing again. Dead grass, barren graves, spirits watching him curiously.

“Flins”, Illuga called out again. “Kyryll. Not funny.”

Finally, the eyes on him vanished. Illuga swallowed thickly before letting out a loaded sigh. His heart still raced in his chest, refusing to calm down so easily, even as fear slowly made place for annoyance in his chest. He shook his head and kept heading up the path.

Illuga had barely taken ten steps before the blue light returned, just out of sight. He startled, turning already when it vanished, and instead he felt a ghostly touch brush against his neck. Illuga yelped and jumped, slapping at his neck and whirling around at the same time. “Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins!!”, he exclaimed loudly, to which he only received ghostly laughter in response. It sounded as if from far away, but Illuga knew better than to trust the illusion.

His heart kept racing in his chest. Fear had made Illuga pale at some point. He looked around hastily like a rabbit trapped by a wolf. Knowing the danger was there, unable to see it with his eyes. The wolf kept stalking him just out of sight, ready to pounce.

Illuga pressed his lips together and then slowly took a step back the way he’d come. And then another. And then he pointedly turned around and let out a loud huff. “Alright. If you won't come out, I’m leaving.”

“Who says I’ll let you?”

Illuga nearly jumped out of his skin when strong arms wrapped around his torso, a warm body pressed against his back. His eyes squeezed shut on reflex when blue flames suddenly swallowed him whole, covering him completely. He remained stiff and unmoving until he felt tender lips press against the back of his neck. Only then did Illuga let his eyes flutter open hesitantly. His shoulders dropped a little from where he’d pulled them up nearly all the way to his ears when he realized Flins had moved them into the lighthouse.

It was warm here. The bed was made neatly, untouched, and a half written report lay on the nearby desk. A perfectly normal scene, after Flins had done his best to scare the living daylights out of him.

“Your fear smells delectable, young master”, Flins murmured quietly, and Illuga couldn't help but huff again, though it sounded more like a shuddering exhale. He very reluctantly allowed himself to settle into Flins’s embrace, for the other man hadn't let go of him yet.

“You’re the worst”, Illuga announced.

He could feel Flins’s lips spreading into a smile where he still brushed them against his neck. “I knew I would enjoy playing with you.”

“Again, you're the worst.”

“I missed you.”

Illuga’s breath caught. What was he supposed to say to that? He had no idea what to say to that. His cheeks flushed inevitably as he struggled to come up with something that wasn't horribly embarrassing. Flins, of course, noticed his silence and laughed softly. The sound was velvety smooth and sent shivers down his spine.

“Your silence wounds me, young master”, Flins murmured softly.

“I… tried to come as soon as possible”, Illuga finally pressed out. It was the only thing he could think to say. A moment passed before he added, “And it’s Illuga.”

Flins laughed softly at that. He finally let go of him, though he only did so to step in front of him. Illuga gazed up into Flins’s smiling face and relaxed a little further. “And here I thought you would let me keep teasing you, little light”, Flins said fondly. Illuga rolled his eyes, but he accepted it when Flins leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. It still caught him a little off guard that this was supposed to be his new normal now. Illuga’s heart gave a weak flutter in his chest when Flins leaned back again and smiled openly at him. Illuga swallowed thickly. The past five minutes had overwhelmed him a little more than he wanted to admit.

“Uhm. I brought supplies for you”, Illuga finally said hesitantly. Once he regained the ability for coherent thought. “Help me with them real quick?”

“Hm. No”, Flins said smoothly.

Illuga blinked, and the smile remained unperturbed on Flins’s lips. Illuga sighed. “Are you being disagreeable on purpose?”

“Of course not! I merely think that it can wait until later”, Flins said sweetly. “For why would I head out with you now, when I could finally enjoy your presence again instead?”

Flins easily had to be the biggest smooth talker Illuga had ever met, and the worst part was that he wasn’t immune to it. So Illuga let Flins talk him into sitting down by his desk to relax and catch up for a while. He knew exactly what Flins was doing when he offered him food and drink, and he silently accepted the snacks Flins put down on the table for him. Flins looked very pleased about it, though, if the way his eyes briefly flashed blue was any indication.

They chatted for a while and caught each other up on the going ons from the past two weeks. It was such a short time period, but a lot had happened in that time. Flins also finally told him about everything that had happened while Illuga had been away in Snezhnaya – or in Piramida, unaware what his friends were struggling with just a little further south.

Illuga shivered as he imagined it all. That Sinner, Dottore… He could only be glad, again and again, that all his friends had survived.

“Is it too much to ask that you never put yourself in danger again?”, Illuga sighed when Flins had finally ended his tale. Flins only chuckled softly. “Now that would be quite hypocritical of you, young master.”

Illuga made a soft sound and looked away. True, Illuga often put himself in danger while facing the Wild Hunt. Still, at least he hadn't faced enemies like that harbinger or the Sinner so far.

“Illuga?” He looked up again when Flins so gently called his name. He was holding out one hand for him, a tender smile on his lips, and Illuga sighed. He got up from his seat and rounded the table to move in front of the older man. Flins gently took one of Illuga’s hands and proceeded to pull him closer, until he gave in and straddled his lap. It was easy to snuggle against him, to bury his face against Flins’s neck.

“I have already promised you that I will do my utmost to be careful moving forward”, Flins said softly as he let his arms settle around him in a grounding embrace. “There is no reason to be upset about what we have already overcome.”

“It’s just…” Illuga sighed once more. He pressed closer against Flins’s body, as if that would hide him from his own emotions. Flins remained a steadfast anchor, though. Holding him, his hands rubbing soothingly over his back, his heat seeping into him and making him relax until Illuga finally managed to voice his thoughts. “I think it will take a while. For me to come to terms with the fact that I ran again.”

“Illuga…”

“I should have stayed!”, Illuga pressed out. He leaned back and looked up into Flins’s bright, yellow eyes, searching them for understanding. “I should have stayed…”

“Illuga, I asked you to leave”, Flins said gently. He carefully cupped his cheeks so he couldn't look away now. “And I am glad that you did. I would have been beside myself with worry had you been here, and… Maybe, the same would have been the case for you. We would have been constantly distracted, and we would have put ourselves, each other, and all the others in danger because of it.”

But of course, Flins knew why this would stay with Illuga for a while, regardless of the logic behind his words. After all, trauma wasn't always logical, and neither was the way the human brain reacted to it. For now, Illuga could only exhale shakily as Flins kissed his forehead and then held him close. Illuga hoped it was enough to catch him as he frayed at the seams.

They stayed like this for several minutes before Illuga gathered himself. When he straightened again, he gave himself no time to think before he leaned in to kiss him. And Flins, bless him, didn't question it and merely kissed him back.

Illuga thought that this was nice. That he might well not get enough of this feeling Flins inspired in his chest any time soon. Every time their lips connected, his heart picked up its pace. Whenever Flins did something he liked in particular, whether it be to nip at his lower lip teasingly or to squeeze Illuga's waist as if to see how small it was beneath his hands, his heart would skip a beat.

So, Illuga kissed Flins, and he resolved himself to simply enjoy this moment. He wouldn't get distracted by worries, or memories. How could he when he had a fae who demanded all his attention by kissing him back?

Illuga had long weaved his hands into Flins’s long hair to keep him close. He pressed against him as he slid their lips together, sucking on Flins’s lower lip as if hoping to inspire a small act of retaliation. He smiled when it made Flins groan, only for him to nip at Illuga’s lip before shoving his tongue past it to get a taste. It was an electrifying back and forth, awakening every last nerve end in Illuga’s body. They were only kissing, but he had seldomly felt so present for an act of intimacy before.

In any case, Illuga didn't want them to only kiss for long.

When he finally pulled away from Flins’s lips, he was flushed and breathless, while Flins looked like he’d forgotten that his little human needed to breathe. Illuga laughed when Flins chased after his lips, when he didn't accept it as he held him back by his shoulders. He caught sight of Flins’s pout only briefly before he leaned down to kiss along his jawline instead, down to his neck, as far as his turtleneck allowed.

“Flins”, Illuga tried, still sounding breathless if amused. His eyes fluttered shut when Flins tugged the turtleneck down to suck on his skin at the crook of his neck. “Ah– Kyryll.”

Flins made a soft sound to show that he was listening. Illuga smiled. “I think we should go bring in those supplies.”

There was a beat of tense silence before Flins removed his lips from his neck and leaned back. “Why would I possibly want to bring in the supplies now, young master?”

Illuga’s smile broadened into a teasing grin. He placed his hands on Flins’s chest, idly stroking up and down. “I brought the lube with me.”

It took a moment before Flins chuckled softly in reply. He caught Illuga’s chin with one hand to steal another heated kiss from him, though this time he kept it short. “Oh, my sweet little light”, Flins breathed against his lips. It sent shivers down Illuga’s spine. “I’m afraid I beat you to it. I acquired some already.”

And with those words, Flins got up with him in his arms. A small sound escaped Illuga as he reflexively clung on to the other man, but he shouldn't have worried about Flins dropping him. His arms were secure around him, strong, only letting go of him when he’d reached his bed. Illuga huffed when Flins unceremoniously dropped him onto it, but he had barely managed to gather himself, let alone opened his mouth to complain, when Flins had already moved over him.

He smiled when Flins parted his legs and moved between them, when he pressed their bodies flush against each other. He seemed so eager to get his hands on him, and for a moment Illuga simply let himself enjoy this. He parted his legs comfortably, he closed his eyes when Flins kissed him again. Illuga felt the way Flins put his hands onto his shoulders, then followed his arms down in a gentle caress until he reached his hands. He interlocked their fingers before pinning Illuga’s hands down against the mattress next to his head. Maybe Illuga could have freed himself if he tried, but he didn't want to. He wanted to sink into this moment and never leave it again.

He wasn't sure how long they spent kissing, grinding their bodies against each other all the while. At some point Illuga had wrapped his legs around Flins to urge him closer, making him rut against him just the way he liked. It made him think of their first time together, where they had found release just like this. Minus a few pieces of clothing maybe. Considering they had both acquired lube to finally move further, neither of them seemed in a hurry to get undressed.

Perhaps this was better. Perhaps Flins knew him too well. Illuga had felt a bit awkward whenever he’d thought of taking Flins like that during the past two weeks. It wasn't that he didn't want to or wasn't into it – that couldn't be further from the truth. Illuga just wasn't used to that lack of control. He was used to leading and taking charge, to having a tight grasp on the control that had been ripped from him in his worst moments. Naturally, that resolve carried over into bed. Besides, Illuga liked taking care of his partners. He didn't mind putting more importance on their pleasure, rather than his own.

It was easy, therefore, to settle back into the comfort of that mindset. Surely Flins wouldn't mind being taken care of either. The next time Flins parted a fraction from him to let Illuga catch his breath, Illuga tightened his legs around Flins’s waist. Illuga was strong and he’d definitely taken Flins by surprise when he suddenly swung his legs to the right to turn them around. Flins even made a soft sound when he suddenly found himself on his back, Illuga sitting on top of him. He got comfortable on his crotch, grinding heavily down against it, and Flins groaned softly.

“The young master sure seems eager for this”, Flins said. The fact that he sounded composed and looked as pale as always while Illuga was panting and his cheeks felt hot was a little mean.

“Can you blame me?”, Illuga said as he shrugged out of his coat and let it drop beside the bed. Flins watched him as a predator would have when he reached for the hem of his sweater and pulled it off in one smooth movement, together with the undershirt beneath. Flins frowned when he spotted the bandage wrapped around his stomach.

“You are injured”, he murmured as his fingers graced the bandage in a featherlight touch.

“It’s nothing”, Illuga said simply. “Just a scratch, really. I didn't even need stitches, just wanted to keep the wound clean.” Flins still eyed him warily. Illuga couldn't help but smile. “Come on, I don't even think it will scar. It was too shallow for that.”

Flins sighed. “I don't like seeing you hurt.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not, hm?”

Flins luckily fell silent when Illuga reached for his coat. He let him undo the many, many annoying buckles, watching him the whole time. When Illuga was finally done, he grasped Flins by the lapels and smirked when he unceremoniously pulled him into a seating position. At that, Flins’s cheeks finally flushed. Illuga had brought them face to face, and he could feel the shuddering exhale Flins let out against his lips. Illuga leaned even closer, eyes lidded, their noses brushing as he pushed the coat off of Flins’s shoulders and down his arms. He moved back enough to grasp the hem of his black shirt and to pull it over his head. Illuga was careful not to tug on Flins’s long hair as he removed the shirt. When his torso was bare as well at last, Illuga put his hands on his chest, and shamelessly pushed him back into the sheets.

Flins laughed quietly as Illuga let his hands stroke over his torso. “You definitely look very eager now, Illuga”, Flins said in obvious amusement. “Do you mean to have your way with me?”

“Would you let me?”, Illuga asked. There was something like wicked delight in Flins’s eyes. He looked very pleased for a moment before he shook his head. “Not today. I ache to feel you. To make you mine.”

Illuga blushed when Flins put his hands on his waist, holding him in place as he rutted up against his ass. “Oh”, he said a bit shakily. The way Flins smiled at him made him run both hot and cold. He shivered, and submitted himself to his fate.

Because he wanted it. He wanted to let go and let Flins take care of him, he just didn't know how.

Perhaps Flins sensed some of his thoughts. Of course he did. He’d always read Illuga so well. “Are you nervous?”, he asked suddenly, his tone having gentled. Not a predator any longer, but maybe the hunter looking after the frightened deer. Illuga hummed. He braced his hands flat against Flins’s chest and tried to meet his eyes. “Not particularly”, he said after a moment. “It’s not nervosity I feel. I just… I don't know how to let go.”

“You don't have to”, Flins murmured. He reached up and cupped Illuga’s cheeks between his larger hands. It was easy to lean into the touch. “You can be perfectly in control. I don't intend on taking that from you.”

“You don't?”, Illuga asked hesitantly.

Flins gently caressed his cheeks and smiled. “While I know that I find enjoyment in such play”, he said slowly after a moment. “I know what this means to you. And that it very much would be too soon for you.”

Illuga swallowed thickly. He trusted Flins. He knew he could trust him with this, and that he meant his words. He sensed no trickery from the fae, no underlying meaning to his words. “Alright”, Illuga whispered finally. Uncertain, but ready to try.

Flins’s hands moved down to Illuga’s belt and loosened it from where it sat low on his hips. The two of them finally parted long enough to take care of their remaining clothing. Flins watched him even as he took his own pants off, and Illuga couldn't help but feel hot under his constant attention.

Flins didn't push him back into the sheets once they were naked. For some reason he laid back down, and Illuga allowed himself to relax. At least until Flins pulled him closer by the wrist, made him turn around and straddle his head.

“Really? Really”, Illuga said in disbelief. At this point he felt his face would never cool down.

“What is the matter, young master?”, Flins asked nonchalantly as he wrapped his arms around Illuga’s thighs. “This is a perfectly normal sex position. And I believe being able to touch me while I take care of you should please you greatly.”

Illuga sighed, because Flins was right. He hesitantly lowered himself down over Flins’s body. He would have hovered over him, but Flins reached out and pressed against his back until he laid down on top of him. Defeated and flustered, Illuga reached out and grabbed Flins’s dick. His arousal had flagged a bit during their conversation and as they’d undressed, much like Illuga’s, but it stiffened again under his touch. Flins groaned as Illuga stroked him a few times, before pulling him closer. And then Illuga could feel his tongue against his hole.

He moaned shakily when Flins licked him there of all places. Nobody had done that for him before, and shame and arousal crashed over Illuga in equal measure. He distracted himself by leaning over Flins's dick before taking it into his mouth. Perhaps Illuga should have teased him a bit more, built up to it the way Flins was, but he couldn't bring himself to play. He sank down on his length as far as was comfortable unprepared before pulling back again. Spit gathered on his tongue reflexively and he made quick use of it, repeating the same indulgent motion over and over. Flins sighed against him, moaning quietly, and it was music to Illuga’s ears.

He stilled briefly when Flins pushed his tongue into him at last. Illuga couldn't decide whether he wanted to lean into the sensation or not. It felt weird, unused to it as he was. Illuga had never enjoyed stimulating himself there, and nobody had done it to him before. His fingers had never quite reached, the movement had always been awkward, the stretch not uncomfortable exactly, but not pleasant either.

Perhaps this was just one more thing Illuga did for one of his partners. He could live with that view at least. And maybe it would start to feel better once they really got into it. Even if it didn't, Illuga had tried. Right? Right.

He went back to focusing on the blowjob, on the way Flins felt inside his mouth, on his tongue. He was hot, and heavy, and definitely too big to handle comfortably. Illuga didn't really mind the challenge. He liked the way his lips stretched far around it, how the tip graced the back of his throat much too soon. He stroked whatever didn't fit into his mouth, cupped Flins’s balls with his free hand. Flins’s hips bucked up slightly whenever he pressed his thumb into them just right, or when his fingers graced his taint beneath, massaging into it in a way he clearly seemed to enjoy.

All the while, Illuga didn't pay too much attention to the way Flins was eating him out. He didn't do so for long at least, but Illuga moved on undeterred even when Flins moved away from his ass. He could feel him move beneath him, but didn't pull off of his dick to turn around and look. At least Flins’s soft panting and groans told him that he liked what Illuga was doing to him. It was all that mattered.

Illuga only started paying attention to what Flins was doing when he heard the pop of a bottle being opened. He frowned before pulling off of Flins’s dick, just as he felt him touch his hole again, with his fingers this time.

“Kyryll?”, Illuga asked as he caught his breath. He licked over his wet lips, looking over his shoulder, though it did nothing in helping him see Flins’s face.

“Hm?”, was all Flins answered, and then he pushed two fingers into him.

Illuga clenched immediately around them. His legs locked around Flins’s body and he sighed shakily as Flins hooked his fingers into him.

“I-It’s nothing”, Illuga forced out. He looked ahead and went back to what he'd been doing before. He could hear Flins chuckle as he sank back onto his dick, which really was just mean. What was there to laugh about?

As Illuga sucked him off, Flins fingered him now. It was harder to ignore than him eating him out, and Illuga slowly started to realize that he didn't want to ignore it. It felt surprisingly good. Flins didn't slide his fingers in and out, in and out of him the way Illuga had tried in the past on his own. He hooked them into his walls, massaged steadily into him in circular motions. Illuga thought he was seeing stars when Flins skimmed a certain spot inside of him and promptly moaned around the dick laying heavily on his tongue. Flins groaned at the sensation and then honed in on the spot, focusing all his attention on it.

Illuga started to shiver then. His legs shook, his fingers dug into Flins’s thighs. He’d wisely removed his hands from his cock and balls at some point. An unknown pleasure shot up his spine and made his dick twitch and leak where it was pressed between their bodies. Illuga found himself rocking back against Flins’s touch, fucking himself on his fingers even as his dick still remained in his mouth. Suddenly Flins pulled his fingers out of him, and Illuga was ready to complain when he already pushed three fingers back into him. He cried out, truly having to pull off of Flins’s dick now. Illuga pressed his forehead to Flins’s thigh and moaned weakly, jerking when he could feel Flins bite into one of his cheeks.

“Do you feel good, little light?”, Flins asked him darkly. “Are you going to come from nothing but my fingers?”

His words were praise and degradation both, rewarding and teasing him at the same time. It messed with Illuga’s brain, making him unsure on how to react. His body took the decision from him, because it didn't take much longer before he spilled his release between them. Flins’s fingers remained knuckle deep within him, coaxing more waves of pleasure out of him than Illuga knew how to handle. He finally bit down on Flins's thigh, muffling his own sounds while coaxing a deep groan out of the older man. Only then did he pull his fingers free and Illuga slumped exhausted on top of him.

He wasn't sure how Flins moved with him weighing down his body, but maybe that didn't matter to a fae. He somehow maneuvered Illuga into laying down on his back and Illuga only blinked his eyes open again when he could feel Flins settling between his legs once more. Illuga swallowed thickly when he saw his release smeared all over his chest. Flins noticed what had drawn his eyes and smiled. He looked down at himself before dragging one finger through his spend and bringing it to his lips.

Illuga groaned and covered his face with his arms so he wouldn't have to see Flins lick it clean. “Ah, delectable as always, young master”, Flins praised him, and it did nothing in pleasing Illuga. Nothing at all. Nope. He glowered when Flins pushed his arms away from his face and leaned down to press their lips together in a brief kiss.

“Who told you that you are allowed to hide?”, Flins murmured softly, and Illuga didn't even want to begin to try to tell himself that it didn't make him feel weak. “I want to see every single reaction from you as I take you apart.”

“I– Kyryll, please”, Illuga pressed out and turned his face away.

“Please, what?”, Flins purred.

“Please just shut up.”

Flins laughed openly at his answer. He pressed a kiss to his cheek, and then another, and another, until Illuga finally gave in and faced him again to kiss him back. What an infuriating, loving man. Illuga couldn't stand him. Maybe this was love.

He wrapped his arms around Flins’s neck and held him close. For a minute they only kissed, and it allowed Illuga to calm down from his orgasm. His dick hardened again, and before long his heart picked up its pace once more as his arousal came back to life, simmering under his skin.

When Flins finally pulled back, Illuga wanted to chase after him, but Flins didn't let him. He pushed him down into the sheets, waiting until Illuga opened his eyes to face him.

“Do you want me to move on, little light?”, he asked. “And will you tell me this time if you don't like something we’re doing?”

Illuga blushed. “I– What do you…”

“You didn't like me eating you out, did you?”

“It’s just… No one’s done that before for me, so…”

“So?”

Illuga swallowed thickly when it became clear that Flins wouldn't let any of his reasoning – excuses – slide. He made a face and finally nodded after a moment. “I’ll tell you”, he whispered. Then he added a bit more firmly, “But I really do want to try. I just… I don't know how much I’ll like just… laying back.”

“We can always switch up positions”, Flins said and smiled reassuringly at him. “I am certain that you would look beautiful riding me.”

Illuga exhaled slowly at Flins’s words. At this point he would give him heart palpitations from his smooth talking alone. “Please just shut up and fuck me.”

Flins chuckled softly, but he did nod at his clumsy demand. He took the bottle he’d grabbed earlier and now Illuga saw that it was the lube he must have bought sometime during the past two weeks. “Have you been thinking about me so much that it’s already half empty?”, Illuga asked in amusement as Flins put some lube onto his dick. Flins shot him a quiet look, but his cheeks had grown rosy again. Illuga found him very attractive like this.

“And would that be such a crime, my dear Illuga?”, Flins asked as he stroked himself, coating his dick with the lube. Illuga shook his head, grinning now. “It just shows that I’ve been a lot more hardworking than you. I don't even know when I’d have the time to touch myself.”

Flins huffed softly. “Maybe I should visit you more often. It would not kill you to relax for once”, he said as he lined himself up with Illuga’s hole. And suddenly this became very real, and Illuga realized that they were actually about to do this. His breath hitched, his legs closing a little on reflex. Flins smiled when he noticed. His free hand stroked up and down his thigh, not opening him up forcefully, but patiently coaxing him to part his legs again. “I’ll take good care of you, Illuga. There is no reason to be nervous.”

“I’m not. I trust you”, Illuga said quietly. Flins’s smile broadened, and his eyes briefly flashed blue. Perhaps the wrong thing to say to a fae, but Flins was his fae, and he couldn't imagine anybody else he’d trust more to do this with. So he relaxed as much as he could, parted his legs properly again, and welcomed Flins in when he finally pushed against him.

Illuga bit his lip when it took some force for the tip to breach his hole. He whimpered quietly, but Flins merely cooed patiently as he pushed in a little further. Illuga realized belatedly that Flins hadn't just been big in his mouth, he felt especially big now. His girth spread his rim just to the point of pain, making him ache with each careful, measured push. Flins put his hands onto the back of Illuga’s thighs and pushed them up to his chest, as if presenting himself properly would make this easier. And maybe it did, maybe the angle did make it easier, because Flins groaned as he slid deeper into him more smoothly, past some kind of invisible barrier within him. All Illuga could do was throw his head back and moan when their hips finally knocked together a moment later.

Flins didn't keep moving immediately. He stilled his hips and waited for Illuga to relax and get used to the sensation of being filled to the point of breaking.

“You’re… very big”, Illuga wheezed weakly. He hadn't even moved and sounded out of breath. Flins smiled, but the way his dick twitched within him showed that he liked his reaction. Illuga blushed when he realized that he could actually feel it. He’d thought it a thing of fantasy, born from romance novels.

“Does it hurt?”, Flins asked.

“A bit”, Illuga admitted.

“I don't have to move immediately then. You can just get used to it.”

“Then…” Illuga licked over suddenly dry lips as he reached out for Flins, his hands settling atop the lean muscle of his arms. “Can we kiss for now?”

Flins silently leaned down in answer. Illuga relaxed when their lips connected again and allowed himself to close his eyes and simply enjoy the moment. He loved kissing Flins, he’d quickly come to realize. It managed to take him out of his head, to simply focus on what he was feeling and experiencing. And Illuga felt good. He felt cared for. It was a feeling he hadn't dared trust in so long.

Before long it was Illuga himself who rolled his hips against Flins. It had been long enough to send a fresh bolt of pleasure up his spine and to knock the breath straight out of him. He gasped into the kiss Flins had trapped him in, especially when Flins tentatively moved forward against him just once. He pushed deeper, grinding further into him, reaching impossibly deep. Illuga could feel an ache build somewhere deep in his stomach, as if Flins’s dick had nowhere else to go. As if Flins rearranging his insides was an inevitability of their coupling.

Illuga pulled from the kiss, panting, and stared up at Flins with lidded eyes. “Please”, he gasped and tried to roll his hips again, though it was hard with Flins's weight pushing him down. “Please move.”

Flins hummed, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “For you, Master Illuga, how could I refuse?”, he said. And Illuga couldn't help it, he laughed, though it immediately turned into a moan when Flins finally did as told. He’d pulled his hips back and shoved back into him, all in one smooth glide, and it was so good and entirely too much for Illuga to handle.

He closed his eyes, his hands reaching out to hold onto Flins’s waist. His fingers dug into his skin, his nails leaving indents in his flesh as Flins took him apart, one leisurely push of his hips at a time. Illuga moaned weakly as Flins forced his walls apart, spreading him open over and over again, molding him to his shape. It hurt so good, the pain morphing to pleasure and back again as he subjected him to this particular torture.

Had Illuga had the mind for it, he might have wondered why he felt so good. If it was Flins who made all the difference for him, or maybe it was the fact that Illuga had come already, or that he was new to being on the receiving end of sex. For he’d never felt like this during sex before, no one had ever made Illuga feel this good. Flins fucked into him just right, and Illuga urged him on with his hands on his hips, rolling against him in time to take him deeper. His moans were free and unrestrained in a way he usually wasn't. It took mere minutes for Illuga to be entirely overwhelmed by the situation. And maybe it was all this that made him take longer to see how Flins was faring.

He heard Flins’s moans of course. He felt him twitch and throb inside of him. But Illuga only noticed his pinched expression shortly before Flins suddenly stopped moving and leaned over him. Illuga made a weak sound of protest, before realizing that Flins was panting, his whole body hot to the touch, hints of blue flames dancing around his eyes and along his arms, over his back. Illuga swallowed thickly when he saw the flames and realized that Flins was barely holding on.

“Kyryll?”, he asked, his hands moving up into his hair. Flins had braced himself on his elbows, hovering so closely over him that his hair fell past his shoulders and down, tickling Illuga’s face. Illuga pushed it aside so he could look up into Flins’s face, into his flickering eyes. “Do you feel good?”

“Oh. Much too good in fact”, Flins said and chuckled breathlessly. Even though he didn't even need to breathe. Illuga found it immensely attractive. He was glad that he wasn’t the only one affected by the sex. “I’m afraid I’ll come any second if I keep going.”

Illuga laughed in surprise at that, and they both made soft sounds of pleasure when it made him clench down on the dick still buried deep within him. “Isn't that the point?”, he asked teasingly. Flins huffed softly, though the smile on his lips remained fond. “The reason I’ve been touching myself so much is so that I could build some stamina”, Flins finally admitted, and Illuga couldn't help but smile at this silly, wonderful man. “I knew during our first time already that I would not survive long once I took you. It has been much too long since the last time I indulged in the pleasures of the flesh. And you, Illuga, feel so, so good.”

“I’m sure we can build that stamina of yours”, Illuga said lightly, though his red cheeks showed that he wasn't unaffected by Flins’s words. Flins huffed again, but he didn't complain when Illuga moved to sit up. Flins went with the movement, until he was laying on his back and Illuga throned on top of him again. Illuga gasped at the new angle, at how perfectly Flins reached into him. He’d fit so snuggly against his prostate before, not fucking purposely into it but never fully avoiding it either. Now his dick pressed so nicely against it, shooting white hot pleasure into Illuga’s limbs, his core, up his spine.

“You better not come first”, Illuga said as he braced himself against Flins’s stomach. He tentatively rolled his hips for the first time and sighed contently at how good it felt. “I want to come on your dick, Kyryll.”

“Heavens”, Flins muttered. His eyes flickered again, and this time the blue flames stayed. Flins shuddered beneath him as Illuga started properly moving, as if it took everything in him to hold himself back and keep it together. One of his hands landed on Illuga’s thighs, scorching hot, the other wrapped around his neglected dick.

Illuga moaned when he finally got some attention there. His eyes fluttered shut and head tilted back as he enjoyed that touch. He kept moving, rolling his hips ever quicker against the cock buried inside of him. Illuga bucked into Flins’s hand with the movement, and Archons, that was so good. Flins jerked him just right, hard and fast, on the verge of holding him too tightly. He was so hot to the touch and when Illuga opened his eyes again, he saw that Flins’s fae form kept appearing and vanishing again, flames flickering to life before being doused again by Flins's will alone.

Illuga couldn't help but clench down hard on Flins’s cock. He’d reacted like this to seeing the real him during their first time already. Merely getting to witness Flins’s actual beautiful, terrifying form had brought him to the brink of orgasm.

“Why do you hold yourself back?”, Illuga asked between soft moans. He didn't stop moving. “Show yourself to me, Kyryll.”

“I– I don't want to hurt you”, Flins gasped.

Illuga laughed breathlessly. “So chivalrous”, he said teasingly. Illuga suddenly lifted his hips and dropped them down particularly hard, making himself cry out and Flins jerk beneath him as he groaned. “Give it to me, Kyryll”, Illuga breathed.

A moment later, flames erupted out of Flins and covered him whole.

Illuga yelped when Flins suddenly flipped them around again. Flins pulled out of him with the sudden movement and he whined at the loss, only to cry out when Flins pulled his ass up high into his lap and then pushed back into him in one harsh movement. And then Flins started pounding into him.

Illuga seized at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, at all the sensations overwhelming him. Tears filled his eyes when it all too suddenly became too much, and it was through this blurry vision that he took in Flins’s appearance. All he saw was black and blue – dark flames covering his beloved, his mouth spread into a grizzly, flickering grin. Flickering wings had erupted out of his back. He looked every part like the monster that legend made him out to be, ready to devour him with his flames. Flins felt scalding to the touch, both where he held onto his hips, sharp claws digging into his skin, and within, where his cock kept pistoning into him. No longer gentle, careful, but ready to claim what was his.

Illuga’s heart raced in a mix of fear and arousal so intense that his dick ached with it. He jolted in basal, instinctive terror when blue flames licked up his body, and it made him clench down so hard on Flins’s dick that it ached. Flins growled when it became hard to move, but he merely snapped his hips forward and past his protesting muscles. A direct punch against his poor, abused prostate that forced the air out of Illuga’s lungs. A strangled cry left him when Flins forced him through a sudden orgasm, so overwhelming that his vision turned white, then black. His dick spurted his release over his stomach, seeping into the bandage still covering him. Waves of pleasure wrecked his body, made worse because Flins kept fucking into him.

Illuga could do nothing but take it. No amount of seizing and trying to twist away helped. Nothing could get him out of the tight grasp his fae had on him. Nothing could make him evade the flames that threatened to burn him, the hands that held him tightly enough to bruise, the claws and sharp teeth that could have torn him to shreds, the dick that forced him open and broke him apart. It was terrifying. It was exhilarating. It turned him on all the more because Illuga knew that despite everything, he was safe. He was in control.

Flins’s flames caressed him without injuring him. His claws and teeth might pierce his skin, scratching enough to leave a mark, but Flins would never truly hurt him. Flins kept fucking into him, long past the point where Illuga’s hoarse moans and cries had turned silent in utter overstimulation, but one word and he knew he would stop immediately. Illuga had never felt more in control, and it was when this realization hit him and when he melted fully into the sheets beneath him, that Illuga came again.

It was this third orgasm that forced Flins over the edge too. Illuga was too far gone to notice much of anything at all, but he knew that his twitching, tense muscles must have been incredibly tight on his lover. He heard Flins’s distorted groans of pleasure as if through cotton candy and whimpered when his hips stuttered and lost their rhythm. Flins suddenly grabbed Illuga’s hips and pulled him so far into his lap, grinding into him so deep that he could feel a deep-seated ache in his stomach. Just when he blinked his teary eyes open to look up at Flins’s beautiful, monstrous form did he come at last, and Illuga flinched, moaning again when he felt his fiery hot spend within him. He tried to twist away, but Flins wouldn't let him. He forced him to feel his release, hot like molten lava deep within his stomach. It didn't seem to stop, Flins's orgasm dragging on endlessly. He humped into Illuga, moaning all the while, his claws digging into his flesh as he rode out the sweet ecstasy of his release.

Illuga noticed the blue glow at his stomach first. Just under his naval and the bandage covering it, the skin was stretched taut over the small bulge Flins’s dick produced. The glow reminded Illuga of Flins’s flames, and it was this, mixed with the sight of the bulge, that made Illuga’s limp dick twitch with interest once more.

Before he could say something, Flins finally slumped weakly on top of him. A small, relieved sound left Illuga when Flins stopped the grinding and humping and merely leaned forward to cover him with his body and flames. The position was a little awkward, and still a little intense with his ass in Flins’s lap, the two of them remaining connected, but he wouldn't complain. He wrapped weak arms around his partner, mindful of his wings, unafraid of the blue fire that covered his body– No, that made up his body. Illuga was hugging a literal flame. Really, that was all a will-o'-the-wisp was, no?

“You’re beautiful”, Illuga breathed. He wasn't sure why it was those words that finally managed to leave his mouth. Why it was this that came to his mind first. Flins leaned back slightly in surprise to look down at him. With his flames for eyes and the glowing grizzly mouth, a stark contrast to the dark body beneath. His wings fluttered behind his back, uncertainly, perhaps nervously, because Flins didn't speak. Illuga kept watching him and he wondered whether he’d managed the impossible and stunned Flins into speechlessness.

Illuga moved his hands from Flins's back, through the flames that made up his body, until he could cup his face. Then he pulled him down and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. Illuga wasn't sure if Flins had lips in this form, but he could do this much at least.

“Master Illuga”, Flins breathed, and his voice came out as a ghostly exhale, barely there yet everywhere at once. “I think you are going to make me fall even harder for you.”

Illuga smiled and closed his eyes, even as his heart skipped a beat. He wrapped his arms around Flins's neck and pulled him tightly against him, until Flins’s flames enveloped him fully too. “Good”, he murmured as he settled into his comforting heat. “It’s only right that you have to deal with the same damn feelings.”

Flins laughed at that, a husky, rasping sound that sent shivers down his spine. 

Then they stayed like this, and stayed like this. They calmed down and merely enjoyed the moment, still pressed together. Illuga could feel the exhaustion creeping up on him, the soreness from this first time that had ended up rougher and more demanding than expected. Illuga had loved every second of it, though, and he wouldn't want to have it any other way.

He wasn't sure why he’d been so worried before. So scared and unsure on whether he’d manage to let go. Illuga should have known that if there was one person who could make him relax and feel safe, it was Kyryll. His fae.

So Illuga allowed his limbs to grow lax, his mind to drift off as his body settled into a much needed rest. Subconsciously, even as he dozed off into a light slumber, he knew that Flins would take care of him, in a way Illuga hadn't known for most of his life. And finally, that thought wasn't so scary anymore.