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Truly, Illuga had never met anyone more interesting than Flins. Equally, he’d never met anyone so seemingly friendly yet so secretive, even as their relationship developed. He liked to observe him, to study Flins’s expressions, as for all he had warmed for Illuga, for all the comfort they could find in one another, and the trust shared between them, Flins could still be elusive, much hidden beneath his pleasant smile. It only encouraged Illuga to learn even more about him, to understand his thoughts, and so perhaps staring at his countenance and posture, trying to decipher his thoughts, would offer him the insights he wanted.
Of course, even if he did want to gauge his moods more effectively, he wanted to respect Flins’s privacy too. Whatever relationship developed between them, whatever they meant to one another, he still didn’t want to impose himself on Flins, or for his study or interest in him to feel intrusive. Though truthfully, he had suspected Flins might only be far too permissive of him.
As new and developing as it was, Illuga had sought to suggest things they could try together, whether from simple date ideas or something more sexual. Yet whatever he suggested, Flins would be too accepting, saying yes, that Illuga could chose as he liked. It worried him, to have Flins be too accommodating with him. If Flins accepted anything, that gave Illuga no insight as to what he might actually like, wondering if Flins were truly that easy-going, or if he only said yes as it was Illuga, even to ideas he didn’t care for, if Flins were holding back.
They didn’t talk about past experiences, any relationships or others that had come before each other- and so, perhaps that was why Illuga wanted to find something Flins hadn’t tried yet, something they could experience together. Yet when Flins would say yes to anything so easily, without a change of expression or tone of voice, perhaps he said yes only because he’d already done it, that Illuga hadn’t suggested anything of interest, only something mundane.
Even if it were a vain hope, Illuga still hoped that his heavier thoughts hadn’t shown on his expression, especially as Flins sat close to him, each engaged in their own silent activities within the confines of the old lighthouse. Of course, Flins had already sensed his distraction before today, teasing him for his heavy expressions, encouraging him to talk, only for Illuga to sigh and dismiss it as something else entirely.
Flins watched him now. Illuga felt his gaze bore into him, his smile and expression present and knowing, regarding Illuga with intrigue. Despite his stare, Illuga tried to keep his focus diligently on his paperwork, though as silence stretched between them, he found his focus slipping, for he knew Flins stared at him with single-minded focus, as if silently attempting to destroy any remnant of Illuga’s concentration.
It worked of course, as Illuga sighed, gaze flitting away from the paperwork to meet Flins’s gaze. ‘What is it? You’re really staring at me… I’m guessing there’s something you want to say, right? You know you can just speak instead of staring at me and waiting for permission?’
‘I’m well-aware,’ Flins replied easily, offering a pleasant smile, ‘However, I wonder what drew you to that conclusion, perhaps I was simply admiring you. I’m certain you know quite well how much I enjoy looking at you.’
Illuga tried to suppress the heat that flared within at that, knowing a flush must spread across his face from the way Flins’s smile turned to one of satisfaction- a small change of expression, yet Illuga recognised it well. ‘Either way, you don’t have to stare at me.’
‘Indeed, I do not. One does not need to seek enjoyment, or appreciate the beauty of a sunrise, yet such a vision cannot help but draw the eye,’ Flins said, his praise so effortless, and so subtly teasing, that Illuga did not know how to react to it, sighing instead to offset whatever feeling fluttered inside.
‘Such a flatterer… you really can’t let a conversation pass without slipping in some praise somewhere, can you?’
‘Especially when conversing with yourself, of course,’ Flins said to that, ‘I am but helpless to offer my sincerest thoughts, and I have only the most respectable opinions for your truly commendable nature, and so I’m afraid such praise is all too easy to say.’ Flins paused, regarding his expression, smile slipping somewhat. ‘However… I cannot help but make certain observations, namely your distance as of late, and your lack of touch.’
Of course, Flins had noticed, then. To that, Illuga couldn’t exactly deny it, so instead he kept his expression as calm as he could, and tried to think of a reasonable explanation, something boring, uninteresting, yet placating enough that Flins may accept it. ‘I’m sorry, I guess I’ve been really busy recently, though that’s not much of an excuse, I know.’
Flins stared back at him, his gaze all-encompassing, gentle yet astute, picking him apart despite his pleasant smile. ‘Please, I welcome you to speak freely and reveal your thoughts. I know from your expression that something ails you, that there must be an issue that plagues your mind, one that has left you so distracted.’ Flins observed him further, humming to himself in thought. ‘I see it written plainly in the furrow of your brow, the way your gaze drifts to the side in contemplation, only worsening the frown drawn across your lips, that is of course accompanied by the not infrequent sighs, though I believe you do not seem to notice them…’
Flins really must watch him even more closely than he’d imagined; he really had no chance of hiding anything from him. Still, Illuga debated if he wanted to speak, wondering how to phrase it, not wanting his wording to be awkward or to give Flins the wring impression.
‘I understand that you are perhaps reluctant to unveil your sentiments… If the issue is with myself, then perhaps you may unburden these troublesome thoughts with another trusted companion,’ Flins delicately suggested, voice and expression calm, even more so than usual, as if wanting to exude a careful, accepting presence.
However, it had the direct opposite affect, for Illuga only felt worse, frustrated with himself. ‘You’re… too courteous. You really don’t have to be so sincere or kind with me…’
Unexpectedly, Flins laughed at that, holding Illuga’s gaze. ‘Why, master Illuga, I could express that exact same sentiment about you. However, I am aware that stating it would fail to stop your unrivalled kindness. Furthermore, I must stipulate that there is a difference between simple courtesy and politeness… compared with consideration for someone you deeply care for.’ Flins observed him, likely noting the tension easing from Illuga’s expression and posture at his words. ‘If there is indeed anything troubling you, the I would sincerely hope you would feel you can unburden yourself with me, and seek advice or comfort, for I am more than willing to provide you with both.’
Hearing Flins speak with such sincerity, and he felt somewhat awkward, gaze flitting away before returning to Flins’s pleasant smile. ‘It’s… really not as serious as you make it out to be.’
‘On the contrary, if it is troubling you, then it is quite serious indeed,’ Flins responded, so earnest it only deepened the awkwardness permeating Illuga.
‘The more you say that, the more it’s creating an expectation that it’ll be something bigger, when it’s really not…’
‘Illuga.’ Flins gives him a fond, knowing smile. ‘Please do not be concerned with my reaction or whether you believe this issue even warrants consideration, for if it is distracting or upsetting you, then it is indeed worth speaking and understanding. I would truly be content to have you speak freely with me, and I want to hear all you have to say.’
As difficult as it felt, Flins words had assured him, and so Illuga slowly nodded. ‘It really isn’t anything important… I’ll admit… I’m… unsure what you think when I suggest things for us to try- romantically and… sexually speaking, I mean. I wanted to do things you may not have done before, to have firsts with you…’
Flins stared back at him, considering that. ‘My, my… that is certainly not quite what I anticipated… Wherever has this worry come from?’
‘I know you’re not inexperienced,’ Illuga begun slowly, somewhat hoping that may explain some of his reasoning.
‘Is that so? I have told you nothing of any past relations I may have had, I wonder if you ask as it would bother you,’ Flins mused, his gaze shrewd despite his smile.
‘I wouldn’t say that, exactly, I’m not entirely inexperienced either,’ Illuga said, trying to think on how to word this correctly, though he supposed even if his wording were poor, Flins would understand anyway. ‘It’s more I’d like to find something we could experience together; I want to understand what you like, it doesn’t have everything to do with potential past relationships.
Flins considered that. ‘I almost worried you’d want to ask for a list of names of all past dalliances you seem to believe I must have had, that would be quite troublesome indeed. Oh dear, the expression on your face, were you truly considering asking?’
‘…No. And why would it be troublesome, would it be a long list?’
Flins chuckled at that, offering that same pleasant expression, revealing nothing. ‘I wonder.’
Illuga sighed to himself, knowing that they’d be unlikely to get much further than that if Flins had not deigned to give a satisfactory answer. ‘Either way… anything I suggest, you accept… so more than anything, it feels as if you’re saying it just to be polite.’
‘Whatever you ask, I’m willing. Any request from you I will heed, Flins replied, a response he usually gave, which to Illuga meant nothing much, far too pleasant and polite, without substantial opinion of his own.
Flins always seemed unphased by his suggestions, his expression never changing, no surprise, no intrigue, no desire, just a small smile. He knew Flins was not inexperienced exactly, past encounters only somewhat hinted at, never spoken of in detail, for even if Illuga asked, Flins would give nothing of note, or tease him for asking so-called impolite questions.
‘It’s really not jealously,’ Illuga protested before Flins could imply it, sighing out as he realised he may as well say it, ‘It’s more… I want to make you feel good, to know what you like, what you want me to do, or even to find something you’ve not tried before that you’d enjoy… but I suppose I’m frustrated with myself and feel like I can’t do that, because you’re always so… accommodating, like you’re just indulging me, not as if you’d enjoy any of it. I just want to try and… look after you, I suppose…’
Flins paused, expression frozen in what looked like surprise, an uncharacteristic expression from him, his eyes having widened only slightly, yet Illuga could tell from that subtle change he’d stunned him. ‘Ah, I see, I must admit to you that I had not quite considered that possibility… However, I therefore understand your concerns with my placidity. Of course, while I am willing to indulge your suggestions, please allow me to mull over these thoughts, and perhaps procure materials, and I will offer to you the suggestion of yours I find most intriguing. I hope with all the sincerity I have that this is enough to alleviate your worries?’
It truly must be, for Illuga felt a sense of relief spread through him, nodding slowly to express it. ‘I would appreciate that. I want to know what you’re interested in, after all… and you know you can forgo pleasantries with me, I don’t mind.’
‘You only inspire me towards further pleasantries,’ Flins replied, letting out a small laugh, ‘It would be as if I asked you that you did not have to pay such consideration towards me; that would only make you worry and wish to care more.’
With a hum of laughter, he had to admit Flins was right, that asking him not to fuss may be a difficult task, and he supposed if Flins truly enjoyed giving out such pleasantries, then he wouldn’t begrudge him that. Having reached a better understanding between them, contented silence settled in, knowing Flins watched him even as Illuga returned to his paperwork, each smiling subtly to themselves.
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As he arrived at the lighthouse, giving Flins his greetings and setting aside the supplies he’d brought on the table, he turned to see Flins watching him with a smile, easily meeting his gaze, knowing from his stare that Flins had something he wished to say, his gaze both fond and intrigued, observing Illuga carefully.
Stepping closer, Flins held out a box, placing it into Illuga’s hands, ensuring their fingers brushed so that Illuga shivered slightly. ‘I hope you will accept my humble gift, master Illuga.’ Flins’s fingers curled around his, trailing over the fabric of Illuga’s gloves. ‘I believe you will personally find it quite intriguing.’
Illuga looked to Flins’s pleasant expression, detecting something faintly teasing in his smile, then back to the box. Flins would often show him his collection of gems and items he had procured, wondering if perhaps Flins had sought to give him such an item, yet though he couldn’t explain why, he doubted that notion, knowing it to be something else. Carefully, as Flins moved his hands from Illuga’s, Illuga opened the box, gazing at what seemed to be fabric inside. ‘Forgive me if I don’t know exactly what this is…’
‘You wanted to tie me up,’ Flins said simply, his tone so casual that it only stunned Illuga more, gaze sharply flitting to Flins, watching his lips curl in a wider smile. ‘I found it an enticing suggestion, and I am quite curious as to what you may do to me, as I would indeed be completely incapacitated and at your mercy- an exciting notion, isn’t it so?’
Illuga felt as if he may have forgotten to breathe, his heart having jolted in his chest, the rapid rhythm, creeping upwards as he stared at the fabric in the box. ‘I didn’t expect you to be really interested in that… do you want to tell me why this is the suggestion that you wanted the most?’
Flins hummed in thought, the sound familiar, already implying that he would deliberately not answer that and leave it vague. ‘I trust you to bind me and do as you please,’ Flins said instead, reaching into the box to grasp for a length of fabric, holding it between his fingers, showing the dark velvet to Illuga. ‘I chose a suitably soft fabric, more for your own sake than my own, for I know you would worry if I had chosen something coarser, such as a length of standard rope. I desire to see what you would do with complete control over myself, to act in any way you please. I assure you, the idea is quite welcome to me, and if my feelings on the matter were to diverge, and if I do not enjoy this endeavour, I will notify you.’ Flins carefully placed the velvet back inside the box. ‘Shall we?’
Flins’s smile had encouraged him to nod, apprehension and anticipation mingling within. He clutched tightly onto the box as Flins led him towards the bed, his pulse thrumming, heat crawling through him. He heard Flins’s amused laughter as he stripped himself, fabric slowly, teasingly, sliding from his body, revealing pale skin to Illuga’s expectant stare.
As he abandoned his clothing, Flins stretched lightly, ensuring Illuga could see the way his body moved, idly showing himself off with ease and aplomb, simply because he knew it made Illuga’s heart pound faster. Naked, Flins settled on the bed with a slow, luxurious stretch of his body, smiling back at Illuga, and even that little gesture felt like temptation incarnate.
‘Well? What do you wish to do?’ Flins prompted, eyes flickering to the box. ‘I am yours to do with as you please.’
Illuga opened his mouth, debating what to say, for Flins had an ability to make him speechless, muddling his mind. However, determined, Illuga inspected the lengths of velvet, feeling the soft fabric beneath his fingers, inwardly relieved that it should feel just as soft on Flins’s skin. Approaching, he knew Flins watched him intently, barely blinking, and as Illuga’s gaze drifted to his wrists, Flins knew would he wanted before he could say so, offering his wrists out to him as their eyes met.
Flins rose his wrists higher, holding his stare. ‘Is this what you desire of me?’
‘You already know the answer to that,’ Illuga replied, essentially an affirmative, especially combined with the way he wrapped the velvet around Flins’s wrists, ensuring it to not be too tight as he tied it. ‘You have to tell me if it hurts-’
‘The touch of such soft fabric would not pain me,’ Flins assured him, watching Illuga’s fingers move. ‘You may tighten them-’
‘This is fine,’ Illuga interrupted, knowing that Flins could easily slip free from this if he wanted to.
‘I wonder, when you say it’s fine, whether you’re referring to you or myself,’ Flins observed, letting Illuga freely position him, a hand lightly pressed to Flins’s chest to ensure he lay back, letting Illuga raise his arms higher.
‘The answer is both,’ Illuga replied to that, trying to concentrate more on looping another length of velvet ribbon through the metal bedframe, securing Flins’s wrists in place above his head, testing the give for Flins as he pulled at the fabric.
‘I believe that answer is heavily skewed in a certain direction, master Illuga,’ Flins chuckled, ‘I assure - and I would put my hand on my heart to do so, if I were not otherwise bound.’
‘Even so…’ Illuga trailed off, knowing he may something overly sentimental if he spoke, instead drawing back to study the velvet entwinned with the metal frame, Flins’s hands perfectly held within.
‘Even so?’ Flins echoed, studying Illuga’s countenance with a slow, appreciative gaze. ‘Though I’m the one bound, from the looks of your expression, I’m far more comfortable than you are. I had hoped that choosing velvet for your sake instead of coarse rope would soothe some of your concerns. Is this not to you liking?’
Of course it was. Illuga couldn’t truly deny how he’d wanted this, knowing he used his worries more as a shield, as a way to step back from and process his desires, arousal simmering beneath his skin. ‘Obviously I’d worry,’ Illuga replied, letting out a light sigh. ‘I suppose… I’ll have to rely on my trust in you that you really want this, and that’ll you’ll tell me otherwise…’
Though he wanted to stay calm, it felt hard to focus, the sight of Flins spread out on the bed completely, deliberately distracting. Flins lazily spread his legs further, shamelessly parted to show off his wet cunt, already glistening with arousal. His expectant gaze and teasing smile beckoned Illuga to touch him, each knowing he’d easily heed that call.
Illuga settled his hands on Flins’s thighs, his skin cold, warming with Illuga’s touch. Looking at Flins like this, pliant and willing, his smile amused as he watched Illuga over-consider his actions, he debated what to do. He wouldn’t mind edging him, pleasing him and overwhelming him until he almost came, then drawing away, watching him squirm.
‘Oh my, what an interesting idea,’ Flins said then, Illuga’s focus snapping back to him as he laughed. ‘Such a look of concentration, I’m quite flattered… however, your lovely expression reveals far too much. You thought of denying my release- how uncharacteristic of you, have I teased you too much that you wish to take revenge?’
Flins’s teasing tone only flustered him further, expelling that feeling with a sigh. ‘...No, not at all. I haven’t settled on a plan.’
Though thanks to Flins’s interruption, he now had another idea. Instead of edging, he’d just make Flins come until he couldn’t, wanting to see if he could make him a dishevelled mess, if he could unravel him completely.
Hand trailing along his thigh, touch gentle and soothing, Flins watched him, relaxing into the touch. Though Flins would prompt him to start, when Illuga did so, even if just simple touch, he seemed content, as if that were all he’d needed, for Illuga’s hands on his body, for Illuga’s eyes on him. Perhaps that was why he wanted this, for Illuga would be helplessly devoted to him and his pleasure.
As his fingers brushed against Flins’s pussy, feeling the heat of it beneath his fingertips, he watched Flins’s small shudder, dragging his fingers through the wetness. Slipping two inside, Flins’s cunt easily accommodated his fingers and fluttered around them, welcoming them into him, hot insides clinging to him as Illuga thrust them in and out, crooking them just right to press against his most sensitive spot.
Already wet and dripping, Flins let out breathy sounds, with Illuga determined to draw more from him. Flins could be loud, he could be quiet, yet Illuga cherished each sound from him, whatever it was. Fingers thrusting into him, Illuga rubbed against everywhere sensitive, massaging his inner walls, watching him shudder, his thumb brushing over his clit, listening to the wet sounds as Flins’s cunt clamped tightly around him, knowing from that he’d come, quite fast for Flins.
Unsurprisingly, Flins’s thighs shook and he gasped, coming easily from just a few more precise thrusts. He worked Flins through his orgasm with slow and careful massaging movements, ensuring only to overstimulate him slightly as pleased swelled and eased through him, planning to overwhelm him gradually as his fingers stilled inside of him.
‘You must be a lot more desperate than you let on,’ Illuga commented, sliding his fingers out.
‘I see you did indeed let me release,’ Flins observed, a slight breathy quality underlining his voice, ‘How very generous of you. I’m quite touched by your kindness. However, I believe I am warmed up now, if you want to take me…’ Flins spread his legs further, his flushed cunt on display, a tempting sight, though it didn’t dissuade him from his goal.
‘No,’ Illuga said, watching the flicker of surprise on Flins’s face, inwardly excited to get that reaction from him, however small. ‘Not yet, anyway. You did say I could do whatever I wanted… and of course, you can take that back… but if you don’t, then I want to keep touching you.’
Idly wiping the wetness coating his fingers on the sheets, knowing he’d have to change them anyway, his hands roamed over Flins’s body, as Flins watched him with great curiosity. His fingers skimmed over Flins’s sides, then his chest, briefly swiping over his nipples, and though he received no vocal reaction, he felt Flins shiver, enough of an interesting reaction to know he had at least some sensitivity here. His fingers trailed the area surrounding them, exploring the expanse of his chest. Flins had warmed nicely from his touch, a flush spreading across his face, arousal also warming him from within, spreading from the depths of him. Flins’s lack of teasing words must also mean he felt more interested in watching Illuga as opposed to goading or encouraging him, likely pleased to at least have his touch and attention.
Rubbing against each nipple, he kept his touch slow and careful, gauging Flins’s reaction, listening to his little breathy sound, watching his eyelashes flutter, seeming content with the touch, a small smile stretched across his lips. Massaging his chest and rubbing at his nipples, he watched the flush spread from Flins’s face to his chest, feeling him shift in place as Illuga circled and brushed over each nipple, his touch light yet intent.
As Flins gasped, Illuga looked to him, noting from his expression the underlining, increasing desperation, how his lips parted, gaze hazy with arousal. He started to squirm, hips jolting as if searching for friction, letting out breathy sounds as Illuga rolled his nipples between his fingers, rubbing them as he studied Flins’s expression.
‘You seem- quite focused,’ Flins observed, and Illuga smiled to himself, knowing that as Flins’s desperation worsened he would start encouraging Illuga to fuck him, ‘I had not anticipated this area would be- would be of such keen interest to you…’
‘I’m interested in everything about you,’ Illuga said simply, even as his words sent heat skittering within himself, ‘you’re about to start hinting I touch you elsewhere, aren’t you?’
‘Oh, no, not at all,’ Flins said, tone completely unconvincing, his smile suggesting he didn’t even care to hide it, ‘I simply wanted to, ah, compliment your usual great ability of multi-tasking, for I am certain you would be more than capable of… of relieving your own urges as you busy your hands with my body- that is, if you so wish to.’
‘And just what are these urges and how would I relieve them?’ Illuga prompted, knowing Flins would reply with yet another effusive way of saying he wanted Illuga to fuck him. If he’d started to ask for touch, he must be really worked up, needing to come, and that thought only inspired Illuga further.
Illuga pinched at Flins’s nipples, flicking them so that Flins gasped instead of answering, watching the flush spread down Flins’s body, knowing he must be dripping wet, aching with need as he shuddered. As Illuga pressed his face to his chest, licking over a nipple, he earned himself a louder moan from Flins, his own face flushed red as he kissed along Flins’s chest, tongue flicking at his nipples, nipping at them so that Flins let out long, shuddering moans, sucking marks onto his pale skin.
Sucking at each nipple in turn, departing from them only to kiss at marks he’d made, Illuga’s hand snuck down between Flins’s legs, fingers finding his swollen clit, a shiver shooting along his spine at the way Flins jolted, how he moaned easily at the sensation, pushing his hips upwards into the touch, rubbing himself against Flins’s fingers as Illuga met his movements, encouraging him to come. Again, Flins came fast, thighs tensing as his orgasm washed over him, shuddering through it as Illuga’s tongue busied itself with his nipples, and his fingers rubbed at his clit even as he shivered and twitched from overstimulation, breathless sounds fleeing from between his lips.
As Flins squirmed and jolted, Illuga gradually slowed his fingers, drawing away and lifting his head, appreciating Flins’s hazy stare and heavily flushed face, how he smiled back at Illuga with great satisfaction. Though he planned to overstimulate him further, Illuga refrained from touching his pussy just yet, sparing a glance down between Flins’s legs to see the wetness seep from him, slicking his inner thighs, wondering just how much wetter he could make him, letting the arousal burning through his body fuel him.
Without further delay, Illuga settled fully between his legs, pressing a slow kiss to Flins’s thigh, leaving scatterings of kisses and marks in his exploration, nipping and biting where he could, alternating between each thigh, kissing over any particularly prominent marks, only to suck further ones next to those, leaving evidence of himself everywhere he could. Slowly, deliberately avoiding his cunt even as Flins’s hips twitched, Illuga kissed along his hipbones, similarly marking each of them just as he had his thighs, occasionally kissing along the plains of his stomach, before returning back to his hips, as his hands ran idly along Flins’s thighs, skimming along the marks he’d given him.
‘Is the taste of my skin truly so addictive?’ Flins teased, tone one of fond amusement as he watched Illuga mark him. ‘Of course, I admire your, ah- your dedication, and readily relish in being such an obvious canvas of your affection- perhaps you’d like to leave marks where others could see? Though I’m sure you’re- you’re about to tell me how my usual attire would indeed cover those marks… such a pity, I’d be honoured to show them off.’
Inwardly flustered yet undeterred, Illuga didn’t rise to his teasing, instead kissing along his skin, listening to Flins’s soft noises of pleasure, how he shuddered beneath Illuga’s attention. Even if others couldn’t see, it would satisfy Illuga enough that he’d made these marks, with Flins’s body a willing canvas for his desire, marking him reminders of his love. And though Flins healed quickly, and these would fade, Illuga would simply make more, knowing from Flins’s smile and how his enraptured gaze fixated on Illuga’s face that he enjoyed this just as Illuga did.
He wanted to know just what Flins liked, to see which spots made him moan, what made him twitch and shudder, gasping sounds falling from his lips, willingly tilting his head so that Illuga could kiss along his neck, sucking prominent spots against his skin, still knowing that they’d be hidden by Flins’s collar, yet satisfied that he’d made them, and that Flins moaned from the feel of his lips and the way Illuga’s hands wandered along his body, fingertips warm against his skin, with Flins pressing into the touch.
Illuga trailed back down the length of Flins’s body, scattering kisses as he went, lingering on certain spots that made him shiver, nipping at the skin to earn himself gasps, remaining especially at his hips and thighs, for those places made him squirm the most. Flins spread his legs further as Illuga nipped at his thighs, redirecting his attention to where he wanted Illuga most. And despite his goal of overwhelming Flins, perhaps Illuga truly couldn’t resist giving him whatever he wanted, burying his face between Flins’s legs.
As he pressed his tongue against him, he heard Flins pull at the bindings, pausing his ministrations to look up at Flins. Letting out a shaky breath, Flins looked back at him, gaze hazy and overflowing with arousal, expression saturated with need, his stare focused on Illuga, as if silently begging him for more. Usually, Flins would carefully run his fingers through Illuga’s hair and stroke the strands, seemingly having forgotten his own bindings prevented him from doing so, his body attempting to move on pure instinct to reach for Illuga, thwarted by his own plans.
After looking to see that Flins had settled and that the bindings seemed safely tied around his wrists, Illuga re-focused his attention, dragging his tongue through his folds to savour the taste and heat of him against his tongue. Squirming from the stimulation, Flins pushed his hips up against Illuga’s tongue, grinding lazily against his mouth and gasping from the sensitivity still lingering within, though that only seemed to encourage him to move. Whenever arousal flowed through Flins as heavily as this, Illuga knew he struggled to control his movements, less restrained and poised as he would be if Illuga had done this from the start, always inwardly satisfied to see Flins losing his composure in any way, especially so knowing he himself was the cause.
Licking up the wetness, sucking at his clit, he felt Flins shake, back arching and bedframe creaking as his thighs trembled, shivering either side of Illuga’s head. Without much effort, Flins came again, letting out a shuddering sound, and as he did, Illuga ensured to circle his clit with his tongue, wondering how truly worked up Flins must have been in anticipation of this to come so easily for him.
Though he pulled his face away from between Flins’s thighs, Illuga replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing lazy, slow circles against Flins’s clit, humming to himself in satisfaction as Flins gasped, shivering from the slight overstimulation, even despite the light pressure of Illuga’s touch. To see Flins so relaxed, how he struggled to compose his obscene expressions, eyelashes fluttering as he attempted to focus on Illuga, filled him with immense satisfaction, heat pooling through his body.
‘So, then… these are your ah- your wishes?’ Flins breathed out, tone intrigued, gaze drifting from the movements of Illuga’s fingers to his face.
‘Don’t you want to let me indulge? Even a little?’ Illuga teased lightly, earning himself a small laugh from Flins. ‘Because I really want to…. and I think this was the right choice from you, I love having you like this’
‘My, my, Illuga… when you say it so earnestly, I am helpless but to give you whatever you desire,’ Flins replied, voice raspy, attempting not to gasp as his hips twitched from the stimulation. ‘Though I would gladly welcome you inside, I must also admit, I’m intrigued to see what your plans for me are… I must also confess I enjoy when you’re assertive, when you look at me with such determination. My body aches with need for you, and I would not deny you your curiosity or myself that deep need I enjoy so thoroughly.’
‘I enjoy it too, pleasing you like this… it feels…’ Illuga trailed off, busying himself with moving his fingers, knowing what he’d been about to say and therefore hesitating.
‘Ah, that won’t do, master Illuga,’ Flins lightly chided, letting out a soft sigh as he pushed his hips into the movements of his fingers, grinding leisurely against them. ‘Do you think me unaware? I assure you, your feelings and mine are shared. Say what you wish, for even if I know what sentiment you’d like to express, I still want to hear you say it.’
‘Surrendering yourself to me,’ Illuga murmured, ‘that’s what it feels like.’
‘It feels like that because that is the truth,’ Flins replied easily, letting out a contented hum, hazy eyes fixed on him, lightly stretching his body to draw Illuga’s gaze to the way he moved, to his hands still bound for him, aiming a pleased smile at him. ‘I enjoy doing so, surrendering myself to you, to give you all I am, for I know I can trust you with myself, in the same manner that you hold trust for myself. I am yours, Illuga. And I am utterly devoted to you; as you are with me.’
Illuga shivered, Flins’s earnest words stirring far too many feelings within himself, his heart aching as heat pooled throughout his body, his need to please Flins only further fuelled by such honest sentiments, each knowing without him needing to say it that Illuga truly did feel the same. Even if the words felt difficult to express, his actions would speak for him and reveal all he felt, offering Flins a smile before he leant back down, burying his face again between Flins’s thighs.
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Illuga wrung yet another orgasm from Flins- his ninth, he’d counted- feeling Flins’s hips twitch against his mouth, shuddering intensely through it, gasping openly, loud and unrestrained, completely unable to hold himself back, just as Illuga had wanted.
Flins looked hazy, overstimulated, twitching from every little touch. and Illuga wanted to fully, properly appreciate such a sight. Pulling away from Flins’s cunt, his lips reddened and wetted with Flins’s release, Illuga smiled back at him, admiring his work, a fine masterpiece of marks and carnal desire, with Flins gasping and writhing as Illuga slowly eased his fingers into him, keeping him full as wet sounds underlined the thrusts of his fingers, Flins’s legs shaking, yet unable to move. He’d had to tie Flins’s leg to either side of the bed frame at the bottom, as he kept trying to hook his legs around Illuga and guide him closer to his pussy to fuck him.
Thrusting his fingers into him, it felt rare to see Flins so overwhelmed, watching Flins’s lips part in a moan as his body trembled, pussy squeezing around his fingers. Appreciating the sight of Flins in the throes of pleasure, he felt so hard it hurt, yet still focused on him, ignoring his own pleasure if it meant he could see Flins like this. He looked such a mess, and all for himself- a beautiful look for his elegant features, savouring the sight of him.
‘Illuga…’ Flins called out, voice weaker and breathy, shuddering in place and pulling at his leg bindings, his attempts half-hearted, likely more a reminder to Illuga that he’d wrap his legs around him if he could. ‘Could you… take- take me and, ah- and…’
As Flins asked for his touch, Illuga debated it, humming to himself in thought. ‘I’m surprised you still want more… you actually look as if you might pass out… Besides, I’m really enjoying this…’ For emphasis, he thrust his fingers deliberately into his g-spot, earning himself a wavering moan, the sound loud and rising above the obscenely wet sounds as Flins’s pussy drenched the sheets.
‘Illuga… I need you, please…’
Flins sounded so genuine, so simple, his language less fanciful and elaborate, reduced to pure need. As satisfaction and arousal mingled within at hearing such a tone from Flins, Illuga still considered not giving in, yet instead he smiled at Flins’s pleading.
‘Yes, I’ll give you what you need,’ Illuga promised, ‘I’ll admit, I think I like hearing you plead like that, it’s even harder to resist giving you what you want…’ Illuga paused, expecting Flins to speak, to tell him to give in like he wanted, to not resist, yet instead Flins just moaned- though truthfully it had affected him just as Flins’s words did, for he shuddered, the need to give Flins what he desperately needed rising within himself.
He had ignored his own needs so much that it hurt, though he’d suffered worse, and it felt easy not to think on, just as he’d push from his mind the aches of injuries and bruises for the sake of work. Though as he released his cock, the colder air of the room hitting somewhere so sensitive, and his own needs felt harder to ignore, sighing in relief as the fabric didn’t constrain him.
His gaze drifted to Flins, staring at his flushed cunt and swollen clit, wetness dripping from him and slicking his inner thighs. As Flins lightly pulled at his constraints, urging him on, Illuga rested his cock against him, leisurely grinding it through the wetness, letting out a heavy breath as he adjusted to the sensation, before slowly pressing his tip to Flins’s entrance, feeling it flutter as if begging him to press in deeper.
He sunk inside slowly so he could adjust to the tight, wet heat, as Flins cunt clung to him. Not wanting to come, he tried to resist the urge to fuck him and press as deeply inside as he could, even as Flins pressed back in encouragement. As he squirmed, Illuga held Flins’s hips still, feeling him wriggle in place, ineffectively attempting to have him press the rest of the way inside.
Illuga looked down at where they connected, watching Flins’s cunt stretch to accommodate him, absurdly wet after all his orgasms, his body sensitive and twitching, otherwise lax against the sheets, barely able to move. Every inch he pressed inside, Illuga paused to breathe, even if that made Flins shake with unbridled need, with it being hard to tell if he were coming again, still coming from before, or just overstimulated.
Pressing all the way inside, Illuga shuddered, trying to collect himself, sensitive and aching after prolonging any touch, breathing carefully to steady himself and attempt to distract from the heat of Flins’s pussy throbbing around him. Looking up to check Flins’s expression, he looked relieved, like he’d needed this terribly, as if despite all other touch, he’d wanted Illuga inside the most.
‘There… this is what you wanted, isn’t it?’ Illuga murmured, shifting his hips lightly, even that rewarding him with a long, broken moan, Flins’s expression slack and wrecked with arousal, still weakly trying to fixate his gaze on Illuga. ‘It’s hard not to give you what you want, I just enjoy this, enjoy you…I like making you feel good, and I like- I like knowing you’re- that you like this too.’
Flins moaned and shuddered, looking so wonderfully vulnerable and stripped back, watery eyes and flushed skin, not trying to tease or be composed, truly and fully surrendering himself to Illuga. Both took pleasure in each other, bodies moving in tandem, with Flins clearly enjoying it as he moaned and let out raspy sounds. Truly, Illuga appreciated that not only could Flins let go, but so could himself, that he could share such intimacy with him, that they can enjoy one another, and that he doesn’t have to hold back, because Flins wanted all of him.
He already felt too close, his swirling, rising emotions intensifying the heat building in his stomach, gasping from the pressure. He tried to keep his thrusts slow and grinding, angling his cock just right so that it dragged and pressed against everywhere sensitive inside of him. Flins bucked against him, trying to meet his rhythm, but it felt sloppy and uncoordinated, fuelled by pure instinct. To see Flins so desperate, so aroused, made Illuga ache further with arousal, loving to see him be such a twitching mess, his expression slackened with need, angling his thrusts perfectly to earn himself even more of those delightful expressions, needing to see him so overwhelmed, all because of him.
‘Please-’ Flins gasped out, sending heat skittering along Illuga’s spine. ‘Oh- it’s… it’s- please, please…’
Illuga knew what he wanted- not just his own release, but Illuga’s. ‘Maybe I- I don’t want to come inside,’ Illuga mused, watching his cock slide in and out of Flins as he shook beneath him, almost giddy at the idea of denying him and teasing him as Flins would do to him, for Flins shook, pilling at his bindings.
Flins liked two things most during sex: facing Illuga and having Illuga come inside him. Flins had ensured he’d learnt that well. Even if Illuga had felt bad when first coming inside him, Flins had insisted he’d enjoyed it, and that he should always come there. He’d wrap his legs around Illuga to ensure he stayed inside, and would dismiss any worries about pulling out. Illuga had only pulled out once, and Flins had given him what seemed to be a remorseful, somewhat disappointed look, before holding his gaze, and swiping his fingers through Illuga’s release to lick it up.
Shivering at that image, Illuga slowed his pace to a lazily grind, watching Flins writhe from the sensation, observing how his expression changed when Illuga gave a heavy thrust, the stunned little look that overcame his expression, the way Flins’s eyes looked as if they may roll into the back of his head, lashes wet from overstimulation.
He’d always found Flins beautiful, always studying the sight of his expressions, dedicating himself to learning them well, intrigued by all of them, from the way his smile would curl with amusement, how it would take on a certain strained quality of something annoyed or frustrated him. He loved this too- his features inundated with pure need, contorted with immense pleasure, his gaze still trying to remain fixed on Illuga.
With a gasp, Illuga suddenly fell forward and rocked into Flins, realising Flins must have broken loose of the bindings, for one of his legs had wrapped around him, tightly holding him in place even as it trembled, ensuring Illuga stayed inside. The shock and realisation that Flins wanted him to stay inside badly enough to break free left him reeling, still trying to maintain his rhythm, arousal simmering and aching beneath his skin, needing to come. He felt the need for it slowly consume him, having slowly build with Flins’s every orgasm, his every shudder as arousal overwhelmed, his every little sound as Illuga pleased him and pushed him further into the depths of overstimulation.
Shuddering as Flins’s leg held him in place, his cunt tight and achingly hot around his cock, Illuga gasped out, sound tailing into a breathy moan as he felt his release overcome him, shaking through it as he thrust into Flins. At the feeling of Illuga’s release flooding him, he felt Flins must have come, for he clenched almost violently around his cock, wetness squirting from him and onto Illuga’s body, dripping onto the sheets, his leg shaking yet firmly in place, holding Illuga close and ensuring he couldn’t move.
Letting out heavy breaths, Illuga gathered himself, face pressed against Flins’s chest, feeling Flins squirm beneath him from oversensitivity, yet he wouldn’t remove his leg when Illuga tried to move, keeping them joined together. As Flins twitched beneath him, still letting out breathy, gasping sounds, and outright moaning whenever Illuga shifted, cunt still weakly fluttering around his softening cock. As Flins’s leg slipped, Illuga took the opportunity to move, as though he’d miss the warmth of their bodies pressed so closely, he at least wanted to check on Flins.
As he pulled away, Flins’s body lolled completely onto the mattress, without any part of him held up by Illuga, his gaze so hazy and half-lidded that Illuga thought he may have passed out, though he made a noise in the back of his throat when Illuga left him empty, shuddering as Illuga’s release seeped from him.
Curious, Illuga checked Flins’s leg, finding the velvet fabric still curled around his ankle, with the rest still tied to the bedframe, obviously torn. Perhaps the fabric had been weaker than Illuga expected, even if it seemed to be of such high quality- unless Flins were truly that desperate he’d somehow torn it through sheer willpower and need.
Carefully, Illuga untied each binding in turn, rubbing lightly at the skin and checking no marks had formed. Untying Flins’s wrists, his arms flopped uselessly beside him, not even attempting to move, instead watching Illuga.
‘Are… you alright?’ Illuga murmured, ‘I know you look like you enjoyed it, but still… I just like to make sure. Certainty is always valuable to have… in any circumstances.’
Flins let out a contented noise, voice low and raspy as he spoke. ‘I am… quite a bit more than alright, I feel- I’m… Oh dear… it seems I cannot… even think of a word....’
‘Indescribable, then,’ Illuga said with a small laugh, slowly running a hand through Flins’s hair, soothing the messy strands. ‘I really don’t think you’ll be able to stand…’ He cast a look at Flins’s faintly trembling legs, body lax and lacking tension. ‘Need me to help you up? I really don’t mind. Oh, and if there’s anything you need-’
‘You,’ Flins said simply, smiling back at him, ‘come here.’
Illuga hesitated, wanting to clean Flins and the bedding despite his own fatigue, yet he did as Flins wanted, shifting closer so that they may lay side by side, with Flins weakly grasping for Illuga’s hand, and pulling it so it rested on his own body, encouraging Illuga to hold him tighter. Wrapping Flins in his arms, Flins pressed closer, tucking his head against Illuga’s shoulder, his smile pressed against his skin.
‘Always so warm…’ Flins murmured, mostly to himself, ‘I cannot even say how much I have come to crave your warmth, your body against mine…’
‘I think that says it perfectly…’ Illuga said, letting out a breathy, somewhat awkward laugh to offset how flustered he felt, hearing Flins speak so genuinely, as he pressed himself close to Illuga, as if he truly did need his warmth, not just desired it.
He supposed, in a way, holding Flins like this was also a form of care. Content, he held him in his embrace, and shared his warmth.
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After that, work had taken his focus, and Illuga had seen little of Flins, only in small conversations, talking mainly of the work they shared. He’d had little chance to relax, apart from this evening, as himself and other lightkeepers gathered together, all safe and warm for tonight, mainly drinking and talking in groups, sharing stories and idly playing a few card games, allowing themselves a brief break to gather as one.
As distracted by the din of conversation and the cards in his hands as he was, he still noted Flins’s movement out of the corner of his eyes, how Flins’s gaze met his. Walking past, Flins’s fingers subtly brushed against his back, not enough to be noticed, but enough to make him shiver, and enough to know Flins wanted his attention, evidenced in the look Flins gave him over his shoulder as he moved away, silently walking through the crowd as he headed for another room.
Intrigued and admittedly somewhat worried to think there may be something wrong, Illuga lost focus on the card game he played, stretching lightly as he stood up and offering an excuse that he needed fresh air, to which another lightkeeper happily volunteered to take his cards, though he saw a flicker of disappointment to realise Illuga’s cards weren’t especially a good hand.
Weaving past a few people, Illuga followed the route to the room he’d seen Flins head for, set slightly away from the others. Opening the door and slipping inside, his eyes met Flins’s, finding him standing next to a couch, smiling back at Illuga.
‘Mr. Flins, I hope all’s well,’ Illuga greeted, aware of others perhaps listening in, before shutting the door behind himself, gaze drifting over Flins’s body, noting he looked fine, ‘Is there something wrong? I’d hope if you had a problem of any kind, you know you can talk to me about it, and that I’d want to help if I can.’
Flins chuckled at that, the sound warm yet mischievous, though Illuga tried to ignore the latter. ‘Good evening, master Illuga, it is a great pleasure to me to be able to see you. And yes, there is indeed something wrong. Would you so kindly sit down for me?’
Illuga suspected Flins had some sort of ulterior motives, yet equally it would be remiss of him to ignore any potential problem, and so he nodded, crossing the room and brushing past Flins to sit down. ‘Alright, so… what seems to be the problem? Is it to do with the report you’re writing? I can help you a little. Oh, or perhaps it’s about patrol routes, I believe you’re set to cover someone’s route, well, unless they’re recovered…’
‘Do not trouble yourself too heavily, it is not a work related issue,’ Flins assured, watching him settle on the couch. ‘Are you comfortable?’
‘I suppose so,’ Illuga replied, ‘anyway, I’m guessing it’s personal? You know I’m always here for you, whatever it is…’ Illuga looked him up and down as Flins turned to face him, notably still standing and not even attempting to sit. ‘Please, tell me what it is; I want to help.’
‘It is a rather… intimate issue…’Flins said, smiling to himself, watching Illuga carefully, ’Perhaps I could show you?’
Illuga nodded slowly, inwardly wondering if Flins had been injured, if that were why he seemed somewhat strange, if that were why he’d not outright asked for him to come here. ‘Of course, if that’s what best for you, then please, I’d want to see the problem and then we can see what to do about it, and I promise I’ll help.’
‘So very generous as always, young master, I am most pleased by your kindness.’ Flins ran his hands along his thighs, then knelt down to reach his boots. ‘Please, allow me to undress so I can show you better.’
‘Do you… want me to push something up against the door so it can’t be opened?’ Illuga asked, watching Flins delicately unlace his boots enough to slide his feet free. ‘If you wanted more privacy.’
‘I appreciate your concern.’ Flins smiled to himself, running his hands along his thighs, and hooking his fingers through the garter belts over his pants, easing them off as well. ‘I am quite comfortable, however.’
Illuga watched as Flins stripped himself to his underwear, studying his legs to see no wounds or injuries as expected, wondering if it were something he couldn’t see, like a sprain. Yet his thoughts scattered as he saw Flins pull at his underwear.
‘Uh… what are you doing?’ Illuga asked, nodding to Flins’s hands as he started to ease the fabric away. ‘Surely you don’t need to take off your underwear, too.’
‘Ah, but I do,’ Flins replied, shimmying them down his legs to join his pants on the floor. ‘This is where the problem is… do you see?’
Stunned, Illuga stared in silence, his gaze redirecting to Flins’s fingers resting beside his pussy, dripping wet. ‘What- what exactly is the issue here?’
‘Oh, dear, master Illuga… is it not obvious?’ Flins dragged his fingers through his own wetness, showing his flushed cunt to Illuga. ‘I’m simply aching to be filled by you…’
‘That’s- not exactly what I’d define a problem as…’ Illuga protested, slowly drawing his gaze from Flins’s pussy to his face.
‘I feel you may have conditioned me,’ Flins explained, ‘For when I see you, I cannot help but dampen my underwear.’
‘You’re… you’re far too shameless…’
‘I also crave you,’ Flins said, proving him right, ‘Though indeed, I would not define that as a problem, for I enjoy how much I desire you.’ He stepped forward, enough for his fingers to brush against Illuga’s cheek. ‘And you have so wonderfully offered to help me…’
‘What… exactly would you want me to do?’ Illuga sighed, trying to ignore the heat pooling through him, knowing from Flins’s satisfied smile he must be flushed. His eyes flickered to the door. ‘I suppose… I could just use my fingers and-’
‘I’m afraid that wouldn’t help,’ Flins interrupted, hands sliding down from Illuga’s shoulders to his hips, already working on undoing the fastenings. ‘I need you inside… are you willing to help? I promise you that it will be entirely mutual.’
Illuga’s first instinct was to say no, if only because of the situation. However, he couldn’t deny he wanted it, having missed Flins’s touch, losing the internal debate with himself to not give in. ‘Well… this isn’t really the type of assistance I expected to give, but if you… really needed it… I suppose, it would be a yes.’
‘How wonderful…’ Flins’s fingers reached into his underwear, letting out a pleased hum to find Illuga already half-hard, easing his cock free, stroking him carefully to full hardness. ‘I’m glad you’re similarly affected by myself…’
Illuga went to speak, letting out a gasp instead as Flins lifted himself onto the sofa and climbed onto him, already pressing his entrance against Illuga’s cock, hands holding him steady as he went to guide it into himself. Stunned, Illuga watched Flins move, how he took the tip inside, sinking slowly onto his cock and letting out a long, loud moan, clearly savouring the feel of it, letting out another sound when Illuga inadvertently jolted, pressing himself further into the overwhelming, tight heat.
‘Your- help is already more then satisfactory,’ Flins murmured, adjusting both to the sensation of being filled, lightly rocking his hips to test the stretch as he settled into a position, his arms looped around Illuga’s shoulders. ‘Besides, you’ve worked exceedingly hard, haven’t you? You deserve to indulge, just as I do.’
He set a slow pace, clearly unbothered by the situation with no desire to hasten himself, enjoying the feel of Illuga’s cock filling him. It felt divine, of course, to have Flins move atop of him, cunt wet and hot, clinging tightly to him, enjoying it to see his expression so close, and to hear him moan all because of Illuga.
Yet he faintly heard conversation and laughter outside, though Flins didn’t seem to care, moving lazily and moaning openly, rolling his hips, savouring the sensation of Illuga’s cock filling him deeply. With the door unlocked, they could be easily caught, anyone could wander in or listen at the door, revealing all they did together.
‘You’re- you don’t need to… to be so slow, you could up the pace,’ Illuga attempted to suggest, knowing if Flins went faster, he’d come faster too.
‘Oh? But if I recall, you seemed to enjoy being so exceedingly slow with me,’ Flins mused, his pace a slow, languid grind, ‘Therefore, it would, ah, it would only be polite of me to return the favour, would you say so?’
‘That politeness must be surface level… if you’re willing to do this in public,’ Illuga gritted out, more flustered than annoyed, struggling to maintain any semblance of composure with Flins’s cunt squeezing him so tightly, temptingly wet and warm.
‘It’s too hard to resist you, master,’ Flins breathed out, smile spreading in satisfaction as Illuga shuddered. ‘I hope- a humble servant such as myself can please my dear master-’
‘You’re not- being humble in the slightest,’ Illuga protested, receiving a breathy laugh and a deliberate roll of Flins’s hips in reply. ‘You’re the one who- who needed it this badly-’
‘Oh? Am I, ah- not pleasing enough? That saddens me greatly,’ Flins chuckled, voice dripping with amusement. ‘Such a shame, I’m so devoted to you…’
‘That’s not the issue- it’s… it’s the risk,’ Illuga clarified, trying to stay steady even as wet sounds filled the air as Flins moved in his lap, cunt squeezing at his cock. ‘The risk of getting caught is- it’s too high, and you know that.’
‘Ah, I had quite thought you were used to risk, master Illuga,’ Flins replied, grinding against him, wetness seeping from his cunt and dampening Illuga’s clothing, clamping hard around his cock to make him moan. ‘After all, you have subjected yourself to an untold assortment of risks, have you not? Especially so as of late; perhaps I have come to the conclusion that you like to engage in reckless, precarious situations.’
‘That’s- not seriously what this is about, is it?’ Illuga stifled a gasp, trying to focus as Flins moved in his lap, his breathy moans thoroughly distracting. ‘You’re not- seriously doing this just because- because I’ve been ah, busy and… and… just because of the missions I’ve worked on… is that… really your reason?’
‘Who could say?’ Flins replied, his answer teasing and completely unsatisfying, only made more so frustrating by the heat of his cunt tightly squeezing his cock, stealing his focus, struggling to resist shifting his hips or thrusting into him. ‘It would indeed be unfathomably petty of me… Is that what you accuse me of? I’m quite hurt that you would, ahh, make such an insinuation against me.’
He didn’t sound hurt, not even a little bit; he sounded amused, satisfied, clearly enjoying himself with every leisurely grind, smiling back at Illuga, smile only widening whenever his cunt fluttered around him, and he watched Illuga try to stifle a moan. Flins’s stare savoured the sight of his face, appreciating whatever expression Illuga must have, only fuelling the growing arousal in Flins’s gaze, moaning openly as Illuga’s cock pressed against his most sensitive spots.
‘You’re- you’re too loud,’ Illuga gritted out, ‘someone will- they’ll hear-’
‘Ah, you truly wound me,’ Flins said with a laugh, letting out another moan as he rolled his hips, ensuring Illuga’s cock rubbed against everywhere sensitive inside of him. ‘Have you not, in fact, emphatically praised me for the noises I vocalise? Was it not yourself who indulged in the sounds I produced, as you were the one to coax them from me? And would you not so tenderly prompt me for more of those sounds you so wish to claim?’
He knew those questions were rhetorical, not wanting to answer; even if he did, they both knew the answer to be yes.
‘So, please forgive me for my confusion, that you would now so uncharacteristically denounce and chastise my earnest sounds of pleasure?’ Flins said, pausing to moan as he rolled his hips, slowly shifting in place as he moved so Illuga’s cock almost left him, sinking back down as they both gasped, ‘Would it not delight you to indulge in them? They are, of course, all for you…’
‘The- the situation is… it’s different,’ Illuga insisted, poorly attempting to stifle his own sounds, fighting to keep himself still. ‘This… doesn’t exactly allow for… for… noise.’
‘Oh? And what, therefore, would you say the situation does require?’
‘Discretion,’ Illuga gritted out, biting back a sound.
‘Is that so? I suppose, your judgement is correct… there are many curious minds who may hear an unknown sound and set out to seek its source,’ Flins mused, letting out another breathy moan, ‘It would be quite an interesting tidbit of idle gossip, if others were to learn of this- this encounter. I suppose you would be especially embarrassed… However, I am quite enjoying myself, and if you so desired me to stay quiet, I would encourage you to find a, ah, a sufficient method to do so.’
Flins let out another loud, unrestrained sound, and admittedly Illuga did love when he was like this, as if Illuga was his greatest indulgence. His gaze grew hazy as he moved, slowly sinking down, rising up so that Illuga’s cock almost slipped from him, then sinking back down and taking him fully inside, returning to a grinding pace, fluttering around him as his cock dragged over anywhere sensitive inside of him. Looking to where they joined, his gaze rested on Flins’s swollen clit, reaching for it to rub it with his fingers, yet Flins’s hand grasped for his wrist, easing his hand away.
‘It’s only fair for me to reciprocate the treatment you gave me…’ Flins’s hand ran through his hair, scratching lightly as his scalp, hands running along his neck, brushing against every sensitive spot he could find. ‘I like knowing what you enjoy, just as you feel for me. Perhaps I should ensure you release as much as I did
‘That’s- it’s physically impossible for me-’ Illuga started to say, shuddering in place even at the idea of it, not doubting Flins would try it.
‘Oh? So unlike you to give up so easily; how will you know if you do not even attempt it?’ Flins rolled his hips, soft sighs falling from him, wet sounds underlining his thrusts. ‘I’m satisfied if you only release into me once-’
Illuga shuddered, too much heat flowing through him at those words. ‘That’s not- we shouldn’t do that either, we’re in public and-’
‘Illuga.’ Flins’s firm, yet calm tone snapped him from his thoughts, meeting Flins’s eyes. ‘Your protests are rather, ah- ineffective, especially as you are clearly saying them more because… because you think you should than because you truly want to protest. We both know you are more than capable of firmly telling me no, or physically moving me. If you really did not want this, I would move away and sincerely apologise for this overstep, however… is that what you want?’
Admitedly, he didn’t want that- he enjoyed it, even if it felt too risky, too inappropriate, having certainly not expected this from Flins. Yet thinking on it, that had been what he’d wanted, for Flins to show him what he desired, to explore together, just as they had when he’d tied Flins to his bed and flooded him with overstimulation.
‘...Fine. Just… try not to get caught.’ Flins laughed at that, his own face flushing deeper. ‘If you want to do this again, then I get to pick the location, and I’ll- I’ll be bending you over the desk in my office.’
‘Oh my, such a tantalising proposal- yet would that not be more improper? To have intercourse in your office?’ Flins smiled to himself, lifting his hips a little further, sinking down slowly so they both moaned in tandem. ‘I wish- for you to take me anywhere you like-’
Illuga bucked up into him, ensuring Flins cut himself off with a gasp. Moving by himself and thrusting into him offset Flins’s rhythm and control, that had Flins moaning louder as Illuga set a firmer, deeper rhythm, his legs shaking either side of Illuga’s body. He knew Flins did love to tease him, supposing this is what that was, but this held a genuine need to it as well, which Flins had likely tried to distract from. The depths of his need felt more obvious as Illuga’s hands found his hips, fucking into him, dragging him up and down the length of his cock, listening to his sounds alongside the wet noises of their bodies joining.
Flins fell forward, leaning heavily against him, pressing their bodies even closer, and though he’d tried to maintain his composure, even Illuga felt it slip, losing himself to the feel of Flins’s body against his and the sensation of him tightly squeezing his cock. Feeling Flins shudder against him, Illuga snuck his hand between Flins’s legs, fingers pressing against his clit, his other hand tightening its grip on Flins’s hip to hold him steady. Rubbing at his clit, his fingers a little clumsy, he focused more on thrusting into Flins, maintaining a firm price, each gasping from the rhythm, as they moved against one another.
Flins came easily, thighs trembling as wetness dripped and squirted from him, sticking between their bodies and onto Illuga’s clothing. His pussy clamped hard around him, with Flins grinding back against him as if encouraging him to come, pushing himself into oversensitivity and shuddering atop of him, each movement and roll of his hips designed to drag Illuga with him to euphoria. And with a gasp, Illuga careened over the edge, his release overcoming him tightening his hold further and digging his nails into Flins’s hips, leaning forward to rest his head on Flins’s shoulder as he bucked into him, releasing deeply inside of him. Each moved subtly against the other, shivering from the after effects, leaning against one another as Flins settled atop of him.
Clarity crept in; Illuga sighed to himself. ‘…Someone must have heard that.’
‘Perhaps so.’ Flins let out a breathy laugh to himself. ‘However, they would have most likely heard myself, and not your own sounds, so do not fret. It’s quite commendable, in fact, that you managed to suppress yourself so efficiently- I’m impressed, I must congratulate you for your sincere efforts.’
‘Don’t… patronise me…’ Illuga mumbled, more embarrassed than annoyed, though somewhat eased by the fact that Flins had been louder than himself, even if he had to privately admit he’d rather keep those sounds to himself. ‘We should… probably try to make ourselves presentable… and then try to slip away, I’m pretty sure we both have some far too suspicious stains on us…’
‘Suspicion implies an unfounded yet persistent uncertainty, a sense of unease, an impression of a questionable nature…’ Flins shifted in place, gaze drifting down to the sight of wetness staining Illuga’s pants, smiling at the stains he’d left. ‘This, however, would have no doubts as to the cause. Therefore, it is not suspicion that would cross others’ minds, but a knowing denial, as they dismiss what these stains so obviously are and either commit to self-delusion, or gossip amongst themselves when you are out of earshot.’
‘That… doesn’t exactly encourage me…’ Illuga lightly squeezed at his hips, helping him to slowly ease off of his cock, admittedly missing the warm and ignoring the heat that flared through him as he watched Flins drip with his own wetness and Illuga’s release. ‘Are you alright? Do you need help with anything? If you need to rest-’
‘I’m perfectly alright- though I do appreciate your kind-hearted concern.’ Flins stood slowly, legs shaking slightly as he steadied himself. He glanced down between his own legs, smiling to himself as his own wetness and Flins’s release dampened his inner thighs, mingling together and dripping from him. Without even attempting to clean it up, Flins simply started to re-clothe himself, dragging his underwear and pants back up the lengths of his legs.
‘You’re… not seriously… You can’t just leave it like that,’ Illuga attempted to scold, wanting him to convince him otherwise, quickly fixing his own clothing and ensuring to cover himself, though the stains still lingered on his clothes. ‘Why don’t I help you clean up? I’m sure I have a cloth or something…’
Flins just smiled, gaze hazy and satisfied as he looked back to him. ‘I like that I feel so full of you… you did indeed release quite a lot.’ His hand rested lightly on his lower stomach, drawing Illuga’s gaze there. ‘I still feel the heat of you inside me; it truly is a significant amount. Were you perchance pent up?
‘You weren’t any better,’ Illuga sighed out, ‘you were the one who… who started this.’
‘Then we shall accept dual responsibility,’ Flins replied, ‘After all, though you are correct in that I initiated this encounter, it was you who have taught me to crave your touch, only to leave me without such a necessity.’
‘That’s…’ He truly couldn’t think of what to say, unsure of how to properly express his thoughts, conflicted by such an honest admission. ‘In that case, I’m sorry… I should have considered your needs more carefully…’
‘You need not apologise,’ Flins assured him, offering a calm smile as he looked down to the stains between his own legs, somewhat hidden by the dark fabric. ‘I am quite satisfied, and I trust you are too. I understand your responsibilities and the burdens you bare, however I would also urge you to consider your own needs- especially the need to rest and recuperate. If, however, you cannot take into account your own needs, or give yourself the rest you would give others… then allow me to remind you, and allow yourself to take comfort in me. Is that acceptable?’
Illuga’s gaze flitted away, unsure how to take this turn in the conversation, and Flins’s concern for him. ‘It’s… hard to rely on you,’ Illuga admitted, ‘but that’s more an issue with myself, not a reflection of you at all. I do trust you- I really do, and… thank you, I don’t think I can even describe how much comfort I find in you.’
Flins smiled in reply, reaching out so his fingers brushed against Illuga’s cheek, leaning closer to draw him into a kiss, that enough of a reply to Illuga’s words, and more than enough of a comfort. In reply to that silent gesture, Illuga’s hand rested on his waist, holding him close. Of course, he knew they should leave, that they should slip away- both to clean and as they’d likely been overheard- yet he wanted to keep a hold of him, to feel the subtle way Flins shivered, and to appreciate their bodies pressed close.