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The moment Varka’s hand found him once more, the fae let out another startled gasp, followed by a trembling breath.
“That… feels good…” he admitted softly, almost like a whine.
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“Mr. Varka…” A quiet whimper escaped him when the other pulled away, only for his breath to catch again at the sight before him. The flush across his pale cheeks deepened immediately.
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“Mr. Varka…” Flins gasped softly. The kisses alone had already set his body alight, but that small, unexpected lick sent something deeper through him. A quiet whimper slipped past his lips as his body shifted beneath him, responding without restraint.
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As they kissed, his fingers traced carefully along the other’s skin, over old scars—caressing them in a manner that bordered on reverence. Their bodies, their very nature, could not have been more different… and yet, in this moment, they fit together so perfectly.
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“Mr. Varka…” His breath hitched, cheeks flushed as he met his lover’s gaze—steady, certain, unwavering.
“Not that name, my beloved.”
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Each kiss deepened, growing more intense, more certain.
He wouldn’t take it back. Wouldn’t stop this—not now.
He was exactly where he wanted to be.
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allowing the other marked him—red marks that surely need some cover later since it's really a contrast to his pale skin.
“My dear Grand Master…” He let out a soft chuckle before pressing a gentle peck against the other’s lips.
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Flins might have pinched himself to be sure, if his hands weren’t already occupied, gripping and threading through the Grand Master’s blond locks.
“Ah—” He drew in a deep breath, a soft sigh escaping as air filled his lungs again. “You know you can, Mr. Varka…”
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