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Prostitution has been a normal occurrence and a common unspoken occupation all throughout tevyat. It isn’t quite all roses and candles along the way, unlawful prostitution was also an occurring issue that no one is helping out these women.
They’re a way to blow off steam for soldiers, such a dystopian concept. Some women never got their share of pay, some got taken advantage of. Varka absolutely despised this topic, though his continuous work and dedication to the knights of favonius, he never blew off any “steam” with any woman. He swore up and down not to enjoy and take advantage of women prostitution, particularly because he never opened up to the concept of needing sex to relieve stress.
The North Wind Knight lives a happy, healthy life if you’d ask anyone. Takes on departures to expedite the world, meet new people and opportunities to improve himself. He’s good with children, with women, with men, even with animals sometimes. Oh would a proud knight himself be heartbroken to have broken a sworn deal of keeping his dignity.
But he swore not to enjoy and take advantage of women prostitution.
So maybe in this case, he wasn’t actually breaking any promise.
In front of his eyes, the Ratnik of Nodkrai. Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins himself.
How did he end up in this situation? Alcohol and bad decisions perhaps. Right between his thighs lays the famous light keeper of Nodkrai, slowly removing his inner shirt and tying his long indigo hair behind with a hair tie he kept on his wrist.
Flins took a look at Varka, perhaps already turned on by the sight of his undressing and hair tying. He let out a sigh, long fingers pressing against the clearly hard dick under those tight pants. It looks uncomfortable for someone like a knight to be wearing something this fitting, or maybe it’s just because of this situation that makes his pants look like it’s ready to just burst open.
“You’re a big one aren’t you?” Flins asked with his monotonous voice.
But it wasn’t a problem for him. Before Varka even had a chance to speak up, Flins was pressing his fingers towards the tip of his dick, brushing the texture of the fabric against his skin. Mouth slowly moving and biting onto the zipper of the pants, undoing them before leaving just Varka’s underwear between his eyes and the so called dick of the famous Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius.
“And look at you, just how many times have you played this game.” Varka asked while he chuckled.
“I don’t have the obligation to disclose any of that information to you, Mister Varka.” Flins answered.
The sight of Flins biting and slowly removing his underwear amused him well. His warm dick grazing against the lightkeeper’s pearl skin. Varka had to admit he was falling for Flins’ charm. The charm of standing on his ground? Yes but not exactly, it’s just because it’s Flins, that’s making him up and higher.
“You know how it works right? Three shots?” Flins asked.
Silence answered his question, Varka was already biting on his shirt exposing his well trained body while slightly tilting his head in terms of yes. Muscle anatomy that was so easy to see, had Flins was more sober he’d appreciate the sight more.
“Very well. Are you ready Mister Varka?”
“If you lose you’re buying me a whole case of fire-water.” Flins said.
He didn’t gave Varka any space to talk, grabbed the first shot, bottoms up and he went to work. Fingers wrapped around the length of Varka’s dick, while his hot tongue was wetting up the tip of it. He barely started having a taste of the North Wind Knight, yet the precum scent was already tasting all around his mouth. This just made Flins more relaxed, Varka wasn’t as tense as he thought, this wouldn’t be a problem for Flins himself.
The tip of his tongue was pressing against Varka’s urethral opening, teasing it while slowly moving his hands touching every vein on the skin. His eyes slowly gazing the face of the blonde man, like he’s ready to use his pretty face to his advantage.
And it was working, fuck, Varka couldn’t resist those eyes. Flins and his pearl skin, mouth full of Varka himself. Embarrassing noises filling the quiet room, grasps of Varka’s moans and Flins’ throat doing its job.
Just before Flins proceeded, his cold hand despite his warm mouth touching Varka’s, signaling the need of the second shot. Varka slowly reached for the shot glass whilst Flins was moving closer, taking him in whole.
He hadn't even given Flins his second shot, yet he was using everything he had to hold him back. Flins’ tight throat touched every part of his dick, starting to move faster, stopping just before Varka was about to finish. Mouth opened wide looking at the blonde in front of him while the second shot was slowly pouring into his lewd mouth.
Flins didn’t swallow the drink whole, leaving some of it left before teasing the tip of Varka’s dick.
Fuck, Varka’s done for. He bit down into his shirt so hard to the point that it might rip. He couldn’t hold back anymore, finishing straight into Flins’ mouth. Flins knew what he needed to do, pushing his own head, taking Varka in whole, swallowing all of that extra “shot” right down his throat.
Cum tastes bitter with a hint of sweetness, if Flins had to be honest, he didn’t enjoy the taste of it much no matter from who. Yet this time he was more satisfied, perhaps because of the bet.
He opened up wide to show he swallowed every drink and drop of Varka, the sight was impossible to describe into words to grasp how much Varka was heads to toes for this man. If he could marry Flins he would, he never felt this way towards anyone.
“You lost.”
“Would you like to try again? Switch it up a little bit.” Flins said while wiping the corner of his mouth.
“Sure.” Varka answered.
“Let’s see how well you could hold up.”
Flins chuckled at his cockiness, slowly standing up meeting Varka’s eyes.
“Go on then, get down there Mister Varka.” Flins simply said.
Varka didn’t know why, a proud knight of the favonius himself, hearing just a simple command from Flins. Yet he was so ready to just get down on his knees, listening to anything Flins was going to say to him.
To Flins, Varka looked like a giant golden retriever. The lightkeeper was relieved to see quite the look of an inexperienced player, this probably wasn’t going to be that hard.
Varka lied between his thighs, they were thinner, less muscular than the knight upon him. His pants were slowly removed, yet his cold fingers touched the rough hands indicating a pause.
“Mister Varka.”
“I amused you by using my mouth, aren’t you going to return the favor?” Flins asked.
This just made Varka now completely clear of how drunk the light keeper was. He looked up to that flushed pinkish red face and could only chuckle. He loved how demanding Flins truly was when alcohol was messing with his head.
“My fault, I’ll amuse you.” Varka answered.
This was a new concept to Varka, his teeth slowly biting onto the light fabric. He doesn’t have an idea of how to make this gesture amuseable like how Flins did. At last after multiple struggles, then there was nothing covering between his face and Flins’ private parts.
A shot was handed to him. Varka took it down easily, but instead of starting right away, he was suddenly hesitant, eyes glued looking at Flins’ face instead of the thing in front of him.
He reluctantly shook away his thoughts, tried opening up wide and licking the tip of Flins’ dick as if he was licking a sweet.
Flins was known to hate amateurs, at least for the sake of his reputation and work he prefers working alone. Yet this amateur performing a terrible blowjob didn’t bother him that much. At least for the sake of him winning this game.
Flins had a thought, he wanted to play with the blonde hair in front of him. Yet the most he did was ruffle up the top of Varka’s head before letting go.
While Flins was enjoying an easy game, Varka was struggling. He doesn’t know how to give a blowjob. He was usually on the receiving-one end and never bothered to learn how. His teeth bit and scraped against Flins’ dick not on purpose, it probably hurts but Flins is a man of gracefulness, even when not sober.
Varka took his second shot, stopping with the amusable so-called lick and slurp technique he made up. Until something reached his head.
“You said the game was to do anything to make the other climax right?” He asked.
Flins was confused, yet he shook his head up and down to agree.
Because while Varka was on the receiving end for blowjobs, he definitely wasn’t the receiving end for something else.
Varka wasn’t entirely sure of his technique, or how lewd Flins’ body was. He wet his fingers with his own saliva mixed in with the hard liquor, then slowly pressed against Flins’ hole.
The calm lightkeeper suddenly began to notice, with a weird tingling inside his stomach, he pushed Varka’s shoulders away with panic in his eyes.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Trying to make you cum.” Varka answered.
This was when Flins realized the gap in the game, he was the most sensitive on other parts other than his dick. He sighed while reluctantly backing up allowing Varka to continue his play.
Varka knew that sight of panic, he finally cracked the code, did he. He was smiling while pushing his first finger inside of Flins. Perhaps he wasn’t that much of an amateur, and his ego of winning was slowly growing.
Flins’ hole was warm, unlike his cold body. The light keeper was starting to twitch slightly, his long legs starting to move within every movement of Varka’s fingers.
Flins kept telling himself it was only one finger, yet he was already feeling like he’s going crazy. Varka was looking at his face, watching for every reaction while his fingers was curling, touching the insides and finding his weak spot.
Varka added a finger, slowly moving and making Flins feel every inch of touch and how far he was moving. Little does Flins know, this wasn’t the furthest Varka was willing to go to win this game.
Flins was slowly getting used to the thick fingers, yet he started to grab onto Varka’s shoulders, nails pressing against the shirt sinking into the knight’s skin. Flins was holding back himself to the furthest. Yet if Varka continued, no shot he would win this game.
Flins was wrapping against Varka’s fingers so tightly it could snap. Varka only had chuckles to the once so confident light keeper, now folding and holding onto him. His fingers bent, at last finding Flins’ weak spot, he supposes.
Everytime Varka touches that exact spot, Flins’ grip onto his shoulder would tighten up. He used this to his advantage to bully Flins, pressing against that sweet spot, eyes never leaving the lightkeeper’s face.
But just fingers weren’t enough to satisfy Varka. He pulled them out, looking at the light pink hole in front of his eyes being a bit more red-ish after his play. Flins didn’t know what Varka was up to, suddenly stopping. But it all came down to an understanding when Flins felt hot breath against his inner thighs.
Varka never did this before, but something just made sense to him that this would definitely push Flins to his defeat. His hot breath brushing against the pearl skin, before using his warm tongue to relax Flins.
His tongue was in a place he had no business to be in, pressing against the outside of the hole before pushing inside. Flins’ legs were now wrapping around Varka’s body, fingers sinking even deeper into the knight’s skin. It felt weird getting eaten out like this, he was twitching and trying his best to push the knight away, yet it made no difference.
Varka’s tongue was pressing against Flins’ insides that were melting hot. His hands were rubbing against the tip of Flins’ dick, feeling the wetness from the precum leaking. Varka started to get more aggressive in every movement, completely eating Flins out and melting his brain.
Flins was biting onto his lips so hard to the point that blood was sipping from his pink lips, yet faint embarrassing sounds were still coming out. He was at his limit. But just as Flins was going to give up and let go, Varka suddenly pulled out, leaving Flins hung unsatisfied like that.
Varka teased the tip of his dick before shoving his fingers back inside of Flins, then pulling out again just when Flins was going to finish. He repeated before finally looking up to the light keeper’s flushed face, tears seeping out of those eyes.
It finally hits him that the Flins, Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins himself was crying right in front of him. Their eyes met and Flins looked away, arms wiping his face feeling embarrassed as ever. Flins hated being teased, he didn’t just lose the game but now his dignity too.
Varka took his final shot, waited for the alcohol to sink into him, before finally just pressing his fingers inside onto Flins sweet spot, finally letting him finish right onto his face. The alcohol ran out as soon as Flins came.
“…”
“So it was a tie..?” Flins asked.
“..No”
“You won.” Varka answered.