Chapter Text
Rays of sunlight seep through the cracks of the dusty window, wrapping the room in its loose touch of natural warmth. Amidst the jubilant chirping of birds and the pleasant swishing of leaves in the breeze, welcoming the beginning of a day, two human figures are cuddling on the bed as if time has lost its cyclical meaning.
Still holding the slightly smaller hand in his, the blue-haired man slowly opens his vision. Unlike humans, sleep isn’t one of his survival needs, yet Flins enjoys the sight after he awakes so much to the point that sleep has become his top priority to start a wonderful day.
Because it is Illuga who blesses his vision whenever he wakes up.
Before his very eyes, the Captain is still sleeping peacefully. That insecure figure leans closer, intertwined fingers instinctively squeezing Flins’ tighter for more of his touch. Tilting his eyes downwards, he sees his black shirt wrapping around Illuga’s tiny figure.
Ah yes, the young man is wearing Flins’ shirt.
And Flins is half-naked, only having his leather pants on. (As a flame, he doesn’t feel cold at the slightest. Or maybe because of Illuga’s existence right beside him that fuels him with such gentle heat?)
He attempts to disperse those filthy thoughts in his mind as Illuga inhales and exhales, making the fabrics move up and down in repetitive motion, revealing some of the skin covered in red marks. After all, Flins’ shirt is too oversized for the captain to wear, with those long sleeves and shirt tails cascading down his skin, enveloping him with the familiar scent of the Fae.
The blue-haired man feels small breathing brushing his pale cheek. Only a few inches, and those soft lips would touch his cool skin.
The Fae reluctantly avoids his inner demon to crash those lips as he doesn’t want to interrupt his Young Master’s rest. His eyes again drift back to those fluffy silver bangs already covering half of Illuga’s upper face, yet the taller male still captures those pretty eyelashes flickering underneath.
The Young Master will soon awake, Flins noticing.
Under the tender sunlight, Illuga looks even more angelic as his eyelids are half-open, revealing those familiar red and blue spectrums that never fail to soothe his soul.
The lifespan of a Fae can be considered eternal. Yet, never in his life has Flins witnessed a more ethereal pair of eyes other than his beloved human. Never in his life has Flins believed a gemstone can be more refulgent than Illuga’s eyes.
Or it’s love that has painted his vision with such a beauteous lens.
“Good morning, Flins…”
The young man’s incoherent voice rings out as his bleary eyes blink a few times before fully opening.
“Good morning. Do you have a good sleep, Young Master?”
Flins plants a soft kiss on his forehead before gently patting Illuga’s head, fingers running through the messy locks of silver hair.
“Yes.. thanks to your warm shirt, I do sleep very well…” Illuga yawns, then nuzzles into the bare chest beside him.
How adorable.
“You seem to be still sleepy. Today is your day off, why don’t you take more rest?” Flins whispers into the ears underneath him, his arms embracing the tiny figure.
“Uh.. I…”
The young man averts his gaze everywhere but Flins’ eyes. After some hesitation, Illuga soon sighs in defeat, his cheeks tinting rosy as he speaks.
“....I want to wake up earlier than you so I can see your sleepy face, but I never can.”
Because you never truly sleep, Sir Flins! Illuga hisses in silence. Yet, he can’t hide his thoughts as Flins can see those swollen lips pouting in disappointment.
Even more adorable.
“You’re so endearing,” Flins hugs him even tighter. “Well then, please try one more time. I believe our capable Young Master can do it.”
“Excuse me? Is that how you should say to reassure your lover? You should pretend like you can sleep at least one night. Do you know how many times I’ve woken up and freaked out because you were just staring at me?”
How could I not? You’re my most favourite human, Master Illuga.
“My apologies for making you feel uncomfortable. So what should I do to enlighten your mood?”
“Let me think…’’ Illuga sinks into deep thought. “Right, you should’ve said like— hey, that’s…!”
Flins presses a kiss onto Illuga’s lips.
“Please do continue.”
“...You should’ve—”
kiss
“You—”
kiss
“Stop—!”
kiss
“At—”
kiss
“least—”
kiss
“let—”
kiss
“me—”
kiss
“finish—”
kiss
“my—”
kiss
“sen…tence!— ”
kiss
Was that a total of ten kisses? Illuga has already lost count since the Fae’s lips touched his for the third time.
Because after interrupting his line with that ridiculous chain of kisses, Flins trails his cool lips down to Illuga’s bare neck and places even more kisses onto it. The young man feels weirdly tickled while his skin turns to a familiar flush of red.
Is this embarrassment, or is this irritation?
Before Illuga can name this feeling, his lips already burst into laughter because of the ticklish brush of Flins’ kisses.
“Please stop, I can never win your teasing. Please do whatever you want, Sir Flins!” The young man surrenders, yet his giggling shows no sign of discomfort.
He really enjoys it.
“How could this be teasing?” The Fae finally stops kissing, but his arms still don’t release the young man in his embrace, and even squeezes Illuga tighter. “This is called devotion.”
“What are you even saying!” Illuga giggles again before wrapping his arms around the tall man to return the hug. “But you do have a point. It’s still too early, I should try to sleep more.”
“I agree. This will be the last,” Flins kisses the young man's cheek. “Please sleep well.”
Illuga laughs and leans into Flins’ shoulder, pretty eyes involuntarily close, luring him to slumber.
Staring at the soft silver hair for who knows how long, the Fae recalls the endless laughter from before. Flins adjusts Illuga’s clothes before searching for the thick blanket and drapes it over both of them.
Tomorrow, perhaps he should pretend to stay asleep.