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Every kiss was slow and sweet, each touch tentative and steady. Like they were both trying to memorise the other without rushing the moment away.
Varka’s hand rested warm against Flins’ waist, thumb brushing back and forth beneath the fabric of his shirt while Flins curled closer against him on the couch, legs tangled loosely together beneath the blanket.
Neither of them spoke for a while.
The city lights beyond the windows painted the apartment gold and amber, soft enough to make everything feel quieter than it really was. Safer.
Flins breathed out softly when Varka pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth, lingering there for a second longer than before.
“You’re gentle tonight,” Flins murmured, voice low with sleepiness more than teasing.
Varka huffed a quiet laugh against his skin. “That a complaint?”
“No,” Flins admitted quickly, fingers tightening slightly where they rested against Varka’s chest. “Just different.”
The larger man tilted his head, studying him in that calm, careful way he always did when Flins let too much honesty slip out.
“You spend enough time wound tight,” Varka said eventually. “Figured maybe you needed something softer for once.” He paused then for just a moment. "I also don't want to rush our first time."
Flins felt something ache warmly in his chest at that.
It would’ve been easier if Varka was only rough hands and sharp words, only desire without care. Easier than this unbearable tenderness he carried in private, reserved only for quiet moments behind closed doors.
Flins lowered his gaze briefly before leaning forward again, stealing another kiss for himself.
This one lingered, slow enough that Varka smiled into it.
Both of them had experienced sex before, they weren't clueless, but it was their first time since they'd started dating. Varka had no intention of rushing through it. He wanted to remember every inch of Flins' lithe body, commit each sound to memory to pick at in his solo fantasies for the rest of his life. He didn't want to hurt him. He was much bigger than Flins, both in general, and in dick size. The last thing he wanted to do was cause pain to his lover.
The air thickened gradually with the heat of desire moving between them, the kisses deepening as Flins moved to climb onto Varka's lap. Large hands remained on his hips, sliding slowly up to the curve of his waist, then back down and around to his plump ass, giving it a squeeze."We should go upstairs," Varka finally said, breaking away from the kiss when Flins gave an experimental roll of his hips.
"What's wrong with right here?" he asked, raising a brow. Varka snorted, chuckling softly.
"I'm not taking you for the first time on the couch, Flins. I'm going to make sure you're comfortable, and I'm going to make you feel like you've never felt before," he promised.
Flins chewed on his lips, then he nodded.
"You've convinced me," he chuckled, pecking the bigger man's lips again before getting up, holding out his hand. "Take me to bed then, Varka."
"With pleasure."
Flins yelped as he was swept up off his feet, laughing, arms settling around Varka's neck. The blonde carried him up the stairs to his bedroom where soft cotton sheets waited to be dirtied. He was careful as he lay Flins down, pecking his lips then standing back to admire him for a minute; the way his long hair fanned out against the white sheets and the way yellow eyes blinked up at him while a dusting of pink came over his cheeks.
They'd been in here together before. It was nothing new. Intimacy wasn't new. They'd touched, and Varka had blown Flins once before. But this was different. This time, it felt like an electric charge was in the air, connecting them right down to their cores.
Varka pulled his shirt off and dropped it aside, showing off the very well built torso he had for himself before getting onto the bed himself. Flins immediately rest a hand over one of his pecks, giving a light squeeze, feeling the warm skin under his cooler hand. Varka ran warmer than him, but it was so nice, especially when they were cuddling.
"Will you take your shirt off?" he asked sweetly, wanting to see Flins, too.
Flins sat up with a hum, pulling his own shirt off to drop onto the floor, smiling to himself when he saw Varka's eyes flicking along the length of his torso, appreciating every part of him, every dip and curve. Flins was built well too, just not as large and bulky as Varka. Neither minded, though. They quite enjoyed the difference between them.
Flins gave a quiet groan as Varka's warm hands started to explore his torso, making mental notes of each bump of muscle and which parts twitched when his fingertips stroked over them. They leaned into each other, their lips pressing together in another kiss.
This one melted slower.
No urgency, no greedy hands trying to take too much too quickly. Just warmth, mouths parting lazily against one another while Varka eased Flins back against the pillows to hover over him.
The larger man broke the kiss only enough to look at him.
“You still alright?” he asked softly, thumb brushing along Flins’ cheekbone.
Flins smiled at him, something fond and helpless slipping into his expression. “You ask that like I’m about to run away.”
Varka snorted quietly. “You’d probably bite me first.”
“I might anyway.”
That earned him a low laugh before Varka dipped down again, pressing slow kisses along his jaw instead. Flins tilted his head back instinctively, breathing out softly as warm lips found his throat.
The attention there made heat curl low in his stomach.
Varka noticed immediately, of course he did.
“Sensitive?” he murmured against his skin.
Flins made a small noise that was answer enough.
Large hands slid carefully over his sides again, grounding more than restraining, letting Flins feel every inch of the strength beneath them without forcing anything from him. It made him feel strangely safe, knowing Varka could overwhelm him so easily and was choosing not to.
His fingers found Varka’s shoulders, tracing over old scars and hard muscle before slipping higher into blond hair.
“You keep looking at me like that,” Flins whispered, slightly breathless now, “and I’m going to start thinking you’re obsessed with me.”
“I am obsessed with you,” Varka answered easily.
The honesty in it made Flins laugh softly, though it dissolved into a quiet gasp when Varka’s mouth dragged lower, kissing over his collarbone and chest with slow, reverent attention.
Every touch lingered.
Every kiss felt deliberate.
Varka seemed determined to learn him piece by piece; what made him shiver, what made him sigh, what pulled those softer sounds from his throat.
And Flins, despite all his usual sharpness, found himself sinking into it willingly.
He nodded when Varka pulled at his belt, asking him quietly if the pants could come off. Varka moved slowly, revealing Flins' lower body to himself inch by inch, groaning deep in his chest as he did. Flins was stunning and he was definitely obsessed. He had such a nice cock, too. Nice to touch, nice to swallow.
It made him want to suck it again, but he had other priorities.
Flins' legs parted without being asked when Varka settled between them properly, broad hands smoothing up his thighs before pausing there.
Golden eyes lifted to meet his again.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Varka said quietly.
Flins reached down, catching his wrist before he could pull away.
“I think,” he murmured, drawing Varka closer by the arm, “if you stop now, I may actually die.”
"Ever the dramatic," Varka teased, reaching for the lube he'd been stashing in the drawer beside the bed.
He didn't waste any time in lubing up a finger and lowering his hand, teasing around Flins' rim. The other gasped, biting at his lip. Varka sunk his finger in slowly, cussing under his breath when he listened to Flins moaning, watching the way his body took his finger with ease.
Movement was slow at first, easing Flins' body into a more relaxed state before speeding up a little, wriggling it around to try and find his prostate. He knew he'd found it when Flins gasped sharply, fists curling into the sheets.
Varka didn't say anything, he just kept going, making sure to massage over that sensitive bundle of nerves every time he thrust his finger in.
One soon became two, and it wasn't long before he was up to three. Flins' body gave in beautifully, and it was incredibly arousing. He wasn't quite ready for his cock yet, but he was close, and his moans were almost enough to drive him prematurely over the edge.
Varka's tongue weaved praise after praise as Flins took him, moaning so delicately, squirming and pulling at the sheets. He was so elegant in everything he did, including falling apart.
It was a tight stretch to finally take the fourth finger, but Flins did it with loud moans and a threat of leaving that very moment if he stopped. Varka could only laugh. Who was he to deny such a demand from someone so eager?
In almost no time at all, Flins' body had relaxed again, taking four fingers effortlessly. A part of Varka was almost tempted to go for his whole fist, but that would be too much for their first time, so he shook that thought away and slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving Flins panting, slightly gaping and very, very empty.
"Varka-" he whined, looking at him through cloudy eyes.
"It's alright, I'm still wearing pants," he chuckled, shifting long enough to kick his own off, letting his hard, heavy cock spring free, making Flins moan as he looked at it.
Flins had held that thing before, exploring and stroking him off. It was big, and he'd wondered many times how the Hell it was going to fit inside him. He was more than ready to find out, though.
He watched as Varka lent over to the drawer again to snatch up a condom, wasting no time in getting it on before generously coating his dick with lube while Flins was trying to calculate in his mind how deep that was going to reach. It definitely wasn't going to go as deep as Varka liked to claim, but it was going to be deep enough for him to feel it the following day.
Flins laughed, watching Varka cringe when lube dripped down his balls as he shuffled into place, lifting Flins' lower body up to rest on his lap for a moment.
"You know, you chose to use that much," Flins pointed out.
"I don't want to hurt you, gotta be sure," Varka responded determinedly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Flins smiled, his blush deepening. No one had ever been so thorough in prepping to take him before.
"Then don't waste it letting it drip down your balls," he said, laughing when Varka cringed again.
Flins' laughter caught in his throat when the head of Varka's cock nudged at his hole, sliding inside almost effortlessly. Fuck, he already felt so full and it was just the head! Inch by inch, Varka eased his way in, groaning deeply, holding Flins by his waist while Flins took hold of his hands and squeezed, mouth hung open to release a long moan.
When Varka was finally all the way in, Flins' stomach was slightly distended, and Varka moved their hands to press down on it, making the other yell out, gripping his wrists tightly to try and push his hands off his stomach.
Flins' cock jerked though, leaking heavily from the feeling. He was so, so full, and he'd definitely never been stretched this wide before. Varka was carving a place inside him, and Flins knew that no one would ever make him feel this way ever again. He didn't want anyone else to make him feel this way.
Varka eventually did move his hands, shifting them back to Flins' waist before starting to move. He kept it slow at first, just letting them both get a feel for it, and then he was picking up the pace, bodies slapping lightly together as he fucked steadily into the other man.
Flins was moaning loudly, letting Varka know just how good he felt and how much he liked what was happening. He propped himself up on an elbow at one point to grab Varka by his hair, pulling him down into a kiss. It altered the angle as he did, making it feel like Varka was driving even deeper into him.
He wasn't going to last. There was no way he was going to last like this, with Varka mouthing at his throat and pumping deep into him. He could feel every stroke and every twitch against his walls as he tightened around him.
A thrust against his prostate surprised his orgasm from him, his body jerking up and eyes rolling back as he spurted all over his stomach. The sensation of being gripped so hard while Flins was tensing was enough to get Varka following him over the edge.
When the twitching stopped and Flins relaxed again, Varka slowly pulled out, listening to the quiet gasps as he did. Once the condom was disposed of, he lay down beside Flins, both breathing deeply as the other shifted to lay on his chest. He was more than pleased with that.
The silence was comfortable between them, though it was soon broken by Flins moving and getting on top of Varka, settling over his dick and grinding against it, listening to the bigger man hiss and groan.
"I think I want to go again," Flins said coolly, smirking.
"You're an animal," Varka grunted, grinning back.
"Then fuck me like one," Flins retorted.
Varka pulled him down for a kiss, and the two of them fell into each other for the rest of the day.