The name is 𝑭𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑺

-c- 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. (@lupusmarjoris)

-c- “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. -c-

There he was, the man who seem to had caught Varka's attention—for many reasons to name. The Grand Master took steps closer to the man, standing right behind him as he cleared his throat. “Hey, Flins! Looks like you have a lot of time now. Got time for me, @snowlandlight?”

-c- “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. (@lupusmarjoris)

-c- 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. -c-

-c- “Mr. Varka…” His breath hitched, cheeks flushed as he met his lover’s gaze—steady, certain, unwavering. “Not that name, my beloved.” (@lupusmarjoris)

-c- 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. -c-

-c- “You don’t have to hold back so much. You can take me anywhere, on any surface you want." (@lupusmarjoris)

-c- 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. -c-

-c- He let out a quiet chuckle, tilting his head slightly—offering, inviting, granting easier access to his neck. (@lupusmarjoris)

-c- 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…” -c-