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I was so undeserving.
And yet, you were
so relentless.
I pushed — you pulled.
I wept — you embraced.
I bled — you repaired.
I faltered — you shushed.
I stopped — you smiled.
I was a disaster— the worst of its kind.
And yet, you still
had the audacity
to let me know
that I was beautiful.
—
Lohen had always been a storm. Wild, uncontrollable, relentless in the havoc and the chaos that he caused in his wake. In the beginning, Varka had thought of them similarly— Lohen, in his terrifying battles, sought glory and praise no matter the lengths he'd have to go. Varka had assumed that the young man simply enjoyed the thrum of battle in his pulse, just as he did.
It didn't take long to deduce that only half of this statement was true. Lohen couldn't care less for glory, though victory was something he relished; it was clear that all his enjoyment came from the thrill of a bloody battle.
And that stretched on into every aspect of his life. Lohen was brutal, relentless. Varka was forced to take away his ability to train recruits because of all the blood that would become caked in the dust of the training arena.
Though he would've been worried about the wounds on the recruits upon seeing the streaks of crimson in the dirt, he was horrified to find that Lohen was the sole source. Bloodied and battered and grinning with newfound clarity in his eyes. Back then, they'd just begun the tempest that's been their relationship.
Varka wasn't new to taming, and Lohen had seemed to need it. In every aspect. It took great effort to turn him from the battle-hardened blood lust into someone who looked like they could carry the title of knight with honor. Not that Lohen hadn't earned it, of course. Varka had just worried that the citizens would be on edge if they had seen the way Lohen reacted off the battlefield before their etiquette lessons.
While Varka had full faith in Lohen's ability to protect Mondstadt and its people, he had always feared Lohen's lack of safety for himself.
He was rough, jagged, torn in all the ways muscle and sinew are when sliced open. Varka feared the day when Lohen would take it too far and never make it back home.
"What're you thinking about," A voice called from behind him, drawing him out of his thoughts as small, battle-worn hands slid down his shoulders to his chest. Lips lowered to Varka's ear; Lohen's voice dripped with amusement, an undertone of something lethal. "Grandmaster?"
Varka's thoughts cleared, and he looked down at the incomplete battle report he'd barely begun. The ink in his pen-tip dry from hanging unused in his hard.
Varka doesn't know how Lohen would react to the truth about where his thoughts had strayed. He'd never taken the man's concern well when he'd come staggering home, littered in wounds with that sharp smile on his lips. Lohen often laughed away the man's concern, waving him off with a bloodied hand as he confidently teetered towards the bathroom for a shower.
"Nothing important," Varka dismisses, though it was obvious that his concern for Lohen was the most important thing to the man.
"Mm," Lohen hums, eyes scanning the papers strewn across Varka's desk. Those hands on Varka's chest wander, fingertips dipping below his collar. Lohen's voice lowers into another dangerous hum. "I'm bored, Grandmaster."
The hair on Varka's neck prickles; he takes a steadying breath. Lohen's boredom was something Varka could hardly combat. It took great effort to maneuver the traps and antics the younger man would employ to entertain himself.
Though with this contact, and the dip of his voice, it's clear that Lohen's attention may stray away from reckless attempts to sting Varka into a spar.
"Is that so?" Varka hums in question, setting his pen aside. Then, he turns, catching Lohen's alexandrite eyes from beneath soft layers of his bangs. Just as always, Varka's gaze is drawn to the beauty mark beneath his right eye, becoming ensnared in the other's delicate features that hide his lethality.
"What can we do to fix that?" Varka reaches up, grabbing hold of Lohen's wrist in an attempt to softly touch him.
Lohen's lips twist into a smile, and he draws away from Varka's gentle hands, evading comfort. Varka's chest aches softly at the distance Lohen puts between himself and tenderness.
"I have a few ideas," He purrs in Varka's ear again, breath fanning over the shell as sharp teeth sink into his lobe, drawing blood fast as lightning. Varka hardly flinches, reaching up to scruff the other's nape in a fist the way he knows Lohen likes.
A gasp brushes his ear next, and Lohen presses closer, seeking the harsher grip, the pain.
That same ache beats behind Varka's ribs, and he releases Lohen immediately. It was torture, watching him draw near only to knives rather than gentle hands.
Varka stands, heart heavy in his chest, and looks down at the excited look on the younger man's face. Lohen would never allow Varka's true desire, would shrink away, run off to go shed the attempt at softness like a skin in the woods.
It would take a lot to keep Lohen from running away from Varka's tenderness.
Varka is known for being a stubborn man. Right now, all he can think about is giving Lohen the experience he deserves.
"I have some ideas, too," Varka tells him, watching the way his crystal eyes glitter with excitement up at him. He looked so small like this, fragile in the way broken glass is. Lohen reaches up, looping his arms around Varka's neck with great effort, even on his tiptoes.
"Lead the way," Lohen encourages, his voice pitching greedily. Varka's hands slide down his waist, feeling the warmth and soft skin beneath layers of a uniform. The other had always looked so small in Varka's hands, and he couldn't deny how the visual made him a little dizzy.
It took no effort to hoist Lohen up into his arms, slender legs wrapping not-so-easily around his waist, ankles hooked at his back. Lohen's lips came crashing down into his like muscle memory, eager and heady and yearning for the teeth beneath plush flesh.
Heat bloomed in Varka's stomach, broiling low. He could feel Lohen's desire in every touch, every eager nip on his lips, the way he gasped when Varka's tongue fought into his mouth to claim it.
Lohen's thighs pressed hard against his sides, squeezing him and keeping their bodies fully pressed together. His mouth was hot, wet, and tasting slightly of copper from the bite he'd delivered to Varka's ear a moment ago.
It was easy to get lost in the pull of the kiss; Lohen's gravity was inescapable, it always had been. Varka relished it on their way up to Varka's room. Though he'd have liked to have Lohen in the study, open and gasping on his desk of papers— his plan needed more room than an easily escapable office could provide.
Lohen's tongue licked into his mouth, fighting for control in hopes of being put in his place. His teeth nipped at his lips, biting them red and puffy as his hips began to rock against Varka's belt buckle.
The man groaned, one hand sliding up to tangle in soft aurora-green hair, the other trailing low to support Lohen's ass, fingers digging into the meat there. Lohen gave a full-body shudder at the rough grip, and he groaned eagerly into Varka's mouth, hips rocking deeper against the hard tent in Varka's pants.
Varka's heart beat steadily in his chest, thumping loudly in his ears as he sucked hard on Lohen's tongue. He got a sharp gasp in return, those arms around his neck drawing them closer as he finally began to get the attention he wanted so badly.
This would be the last taste of pain he would get that night, Varka decided, biting down hard on Lohen's tongue.
"Ah!" Lohen jolted, gasping once more as he groaned loudly into Varka's mouth. "Oh fuck!"
Varka let Lohen relish in the taste of blood shared between them with tongues and teeth, and once they made it to their room, Varka threw Lohen down on the bed.
The younger man landed with a couple of bounces, looking breathless and debauched with blood dripping down his chin. He looked up at Varka, maintaining eye contact as he sensually stuck his bloodied tongue out to lick the crimson from his lips, savoring his own taste. The expression alone made Varka's cock ache, and he restrained himself from diving headfirst into the dark look in Lohen's eye.
Varka unbuckled his belt, watching as Lohen tracked the action with growing eagerness, sitting up to attempt to crawl forward and help him out of his pants.
"Lay back down," Varka ordered, despite how badly he wanted to let Lohen crawl closer and see how eagerly he could suck his cock. Instead, he forced a hard edge into his tone, the way he knew Lohen liked it. Lohen looked up at him, eager to continue yet excited at the control being forced over him.
Varka knew the command would be a long shot, so instead of waiting for the war to be decided in Lohen's gaze, he reached forward and rapidly collected both of Lohen's wrists in a harsh grip. He struck as fast as he could, crowding the younger man back down onto the bed to pin him there, lest he trigger the springtrap that is Lohen feeling challenged.
No, he'd decide this battle before it could begin.
"Oh?" Lohen grinned, breathless, already beginning to strain and attempt to fight as Varka wrapped his wrists in hard leather, forcing them high above his head. "You're eager tonight, Grandmaster."
Varka could see the desire in Lohen's face, could see the flush of his cheeks, and that confident smile that said everything was going the way he wanted. Varka had been taunted into wiping that smile off his face before. Though it never truly went away, it had simply been replaced with pleasure, distraction, and satisfaction.
Tonight, Varka would take a different approach.
With certain hands, he fastened Lohen's wrists to the headboard, stretching him out over plush pillows and blankets, making him look soft and cherished. Though Varka could still see all of the fight still in his eyes, the eager wait for pain, the want to be broken.
"What're you gonna do with me now, hm?" Lohen asked, gazing flashing up at him, legs falling open easily, like a bear trap waiting to be triggered. "Gonna rip my clothes off and take what's yours, big guy?"
Varka swallowed hard, looking down at this person that he cares so deeply for, begging to be hurt and shattered and treated like he's less than a person.
Like he was a monster that needed to be slain or punished.
Varka reached up, placing his hands on the collar of Lohen's uniform. He was dressed down, not donning all of the elegant components that he wore out on missions and around the city. Instead, he wore the simple undershirt of his vice-captain uniform, the pants that hugged his full hips and plump ass, and his thigh-high boots that Varka liked to tease the tips of his fingers into.
There was no denying that Lohen was beautiful, and now, Varka would have to prove that he deserved to be treated like it.
"That's it," Lohen's voice rose, excitement building behind his teeth as he arched up into his touch. "Rip it off. C'mon, give me what I deserve!"
Varka gave him no indication that he was heard, and instead began to unbutton his shirt one by one. He could see Lohen's brows furrow, his confident smile softening into a confused frown.
"What are you doing?" Lohen asked, body going lax as he watched the way Varka slowly opened his shirt, suppressing a shiver as his warm knuckles delicately grazed his skin with nimble work.
"Giving you what you deserve," Varka responded simply, opening up Lohen's shirt, revealing the expanse of pale, smooth skin, littered with scars he hadn't cared enough to tend to. Varka's eyes trailed each one, reading every line like a story of Lohen's life, his fight, his passion, his fault.
"Come on," Lohen huffed, bucking his hips to try and jostle Varka. "Lost in thought again, old man?"
Varla glanced up to see Lohen's disgruntled expression, clearly waiting for them to resume the blazing heat from their kiss, waiting to be burned in the flames.
Varka's hands encircled his waist again, fingers kneading into his hips and soft flesh as he leaned down and pressed a dreadfully tender kiss right over Lohen's heart.
The chest beneath his lips released a wounded sound, and Lohen flinched away.
"What are you doing?" He questions again, and when Varka glances up, he sees Lohen's cheeks burn brighter, panic beginning to settle in his gaze as he tugs at the belt restraining him.
Varka looks back down at his exposed torso and picks a scar. He doesn't know its origin, though he's sure Lohen would jump into a high tale about its creation if he asked. He leans down and presses another tender kiss over the raised skin.
"S-stop," Lohen demands, bucking his hips to try and shake off Varka's firm and gentle hands.
He's never heard a stutter fall from the lips that always carried a smirk and begged for punishment. Varka grew even more determined, his passion and care for the younger man burning bright in his chest. He continues his trail, kissing each scar he comes across as Lohen begins to tremble.
"Quit it!" Lohen tries to deny him, glaring through a blush as he tries to thrash and push Varka away.
"Shh," Varka hushes him gently, lips tickling the jut of his hip, tongue lapping a slow, deep kiss right above his hemline as Lohen flinches and aches his back, head thrown up and away from the image of the love Varka is showing him.
Varka moves lower, hands taking hold of a thigh to keep him still as he unbuckles and pulls his long boot off. He repeats the process for the other leg, touching slowly, as if trying to reassure a frightened hare. Lohen is still looking away when Varka gets to his pants, unbuttoning them and carefully pulling them down the curve of his ass, peeling the tight fabric fully off and leaving him only in his underwear.
He already looks ravished, arms restrained high, chest and cheeks flushed red from what Varka can only imagine is embarrassment. Deep blue shirt thrown open as he watches Varka from the corner of his eye, face tucked partially into his raised arm. He's panting, from what, Varka can only imagine. His eyes catch that beauty mark under his eye, and Varka swears he sees moisture in his lashes.
"You're beautiful," He breathes out, and watches as those alexandrite gem eyes widen, first in shock, then in panic.
He can't block the kick to his jaw fast enough, the impact leaving a hard throb behind as Lohen thrashes. His large hands manage to catch one ankle, his knee pressing into the meat of his other thigh, keeping him pinned down even as he squirms.
"That's enough! S-stop it!" Lohen demands again, fully looking at Varka now.
The taller man watches his gaze harden, hiding that soft vulnerability he'd seen a second ago. His jaw still throbs, but he doesn't punish, can't bring himself to harm his lover, who looks so frightened of genuine love.
"You're being boring, either fuck me hard or let me go!—" In that moment, Varka adjusts his grip, pressing his thumb into the arch of Lohen's bare foot, massaging into the tense meat there, leaning in to press a kiss on his slender ankle.
Lohen gasps wetly, body going stiff. Varka wonders if he's ever received a foot massage, anything sweet and stress-relieving from a hard day out in the field. He adds it to the list of things he's silently promising to give Lohen.
If he survives tonight, that is.
Varka trails kisses down his leg, lips caressing every inch of skin as he kisses closer and closer to his inner thigh. His cheek meets wetness, and he pulls back slightly to look.
Lohen is drenched, his underwear wet and ruined, thighs slippery and framing Varka's face.
Varka has never seen him this wet before. Was it all because of this? From sweet kisses?
Varka looks up and sees an expression he doesn't recognize on his lover's face.
He looks feverish, cheeks red, eyes hazy and unfocused. His guard is completely down. He looks vulnerable, soft, and trembling, and already breathless.
Varka's heart swells, pride blooming in his chest as he releases his grip on Lohen's legs, instead, hoising his hips up and scooting forward so Lohen's shoulders are resting on the bed. Varka plants his head between plush, wet thighs, holding Lohen securely around the waist.
"Wha…?" Lohen asks, looking up at Varka with furrowed brows. Varka's eyes refuse to leave his, taking in every expression he makes as the grandmaster leans in and swipes his tongue up the silky fabric hiding Lohen's clothed cunt.
"Ah!" Lohen gasps, throwing his head back and arching as Varka applies more pressure, lapping and sucking at the wet fabric and earning mouthfuls of Lohen's taste. "O-oh, fuck…!"
Varka hums, nipping gently at Lohen's stiff clit through the silky fabric, certain that the other can likely feel his hard cock poking him in the back where they're pressed together.
He can feel Lohen's thighs trembling around his head, legs flinching with every hard roll of his tongue across his clit. Varka savored the taste of Lohen on his tongue, pressing hard against the cloth barrier into the wet cavern waiting beneath.
The taste was heady, clean, and so uniquely Lohen that he couldn't help but groan, growing frustrated that he couldn't get further in. He could hear Lohen's moans, though muffled beyond his thighs; it was intoxicating all the same.
With a growl, Varka grabbed the silken fabric with his teeth and tore it open down the middle. Without wasting any time, he dove back in, plunging his thick tongue into the throbbing heat of Lohen's cunt.
"Hah-ah!" Lohen gasped sharply, thighs clenching around Varka's head as the larger man groaned against pretty pink wet folds, fucking into trembling walls with his tongue. "Fuck, fuck!" Lohen shouted, head thrown back and hidden away.
Varka reached down, eyes half lidded as he grabbed Lohen's chin and gently tilted his face back down. Lohen looked up at him, tears in his eyes, and overstimulated by the sweet pleasure. Archons, Varka has never seen him look so destroyed. They had barely begun, and he hadn't even fucked him yet, and he already looked so gone.
Varka pressed his thumb to Lohen's lips, prompting them to open so he could slip inside. Lohen whimpered, fucking whimpered, and accepted his thumb eagerly, suckling and licking on it like a treat.
Varka groaned, tongue nestled deep inside of Lohen as the smaller man lapped at his thumb, panting and moaning around it. Lohen must have felt the vibration of his groan, arching and rocking his hips back on Varka's face.
He ground his clit against Varka's teeth, clearly on the verge of his orgasm as his voice crescendoed into a loud cry. Varka groaned again, more for Lohen than anything, curling his tongue and fucking into him faster, letting the other rock and fuck against his face to chase his own pleasure.
"That's it," He panted out between wet lips, dipping back in. "Come for me, good boy." The praise was a deep rumble, just a gentle coaxing that Lohen would've never allowed in previous bedroom activities.
Now, though, with the echo of his praise still hanging in the air, Lohen's body convulsed, thighs squeezing tight, drawing Varka in and pushing him away at the same time as he crashed violently through his first gentle orgasm.
"Varka," Lohen panted, whimpering as he rocked his hips. "Varka, Varka, Varka—"
With another groan, Varka lapped up the gush of Lohen's sweet fluids, his own name moaned and ringing in his ears, making him dizzy. Lohen rarely called him by his name, usually sticking to his title or bratty nicknames that Varka had never given much thought to.
But now, here he was, crying and babbling a string of Varka's name like a prayer.
It felt sacriligious to wring such a reaction out of the love that'd refused to be held gently.
Varka slowly pulled away, panting, face and stubble coated in Lohen's slick. The smaller man was still trembling, eyes closed and mouth open around Varka's thumb as he panted and tried to catch his breath.
"Fuck…" He whimpered, shuddering and peaking his eyes open. "Varka…"
"I'm right here, love," The man responds, settling his legs back down on the bed so they wouldn't go numb and tingly. "Are you alright?"
Lohen nodded, swallowing hard and breathing heavy still, eyes hazy like clouded quartz. "We— we aren't done, right?…"
Varka smiled lovingly down at him, shaking his head and kissing Lohen on the brow. "Of course not, darling."
Archons, he's never been able to get away with using these pet names on the other. Not without a deflection or avoidance.
"Can you untie me?" Lohen asks, finally looking up at Varka like he knows what century they're in.
"Are you going to run away?" Varka asks with a raised brow, to which Lohen shakes his head, mussed hair growing fluffier with the action.
"Alright," Varka agreed, reaching up to free his wrists from the belt. He must've been tugging hard on them if the red, angry chaffed lines told Varka anything.
"You've gotta be more careful," Varka chides softly, grabbing both of his hands and raising them up to kiss the wounds. Lohen seems to swallow hard and watches with a fixed gaze and a mix of emotions as Varka rains attention down on his wounds.
He doesn't say anything, and Varka nearly continues, nearly verbalizes how worried he gets for Lohen, how he already mourns the day Lohen doesn't come back home, mourns the marred skin from blows and weapons he could've easily blocked or avoided.
But he bites his tongue, not wanting to overwhelm the poor creature when he's already cornered and vulnerable.
"How are you feeling now?" He asks instead, feeling choked with all of the raging emotions clouding his chest.
Lohen looks up at him, seems to roll the question around in his mind, before dropping his gaze and reaching down, palming the hard tent in Varka's pants. "Ready again." He tells Varka, biting his lip and smirking up at him. It's a more normal expression, though there's a lot of uncertainty hidden in his glassy eyes. Varka chuckles, his cock twitching at the hot touch of Lohen's palm.
"Is that so?" His chest rumbles, eyes full of heat as Lohen nods, squeezing the hard length through the fabric.
"Sit back and relax then, love," Varka's hands press to Lohen's hips, squeezing them and digging his thumbs into the dips. He grabbed the hand pressed to his cock, and raised it to kiss at the heel of Lohen's palm. "Let me take care of you."
The smirk fell from Lohen's face, and Varka worried for a second that this was it, this was the moment he would finally have to choose flight over fight.
Instead, he swallowed and nodded, dropping his hand down next to his head on the plush pillows.
That same well of pride bloomed in his heart, and he smiled lovingly down at the other. Lohen's eyes widened a fraction, and he turned his head to hide his face in the bedding. "Just start already."
Varka chuckled, removing his shirt, tugging it off over his head, and tossing it to wherever Lohen's pants and boots ended up. Then, he removed his pants and watched Lohen's eyes as they zeroed in on his hard cock. With a smirk, he stripped off his underwear and gave himself a few strokes, which earned him a visible shudder from Lohen.
He settled between Lohen's thighs again, cock hanging heavy and smacking down on the other's stomach and clit.
"Archons, you're so big," Lohen observes eagerly, hips shifting in earnest, grinding his wet cunt up the length of his thick cock. Varka groans, matching his rhythm, making Lohen shudder and shy away with residual overstimulation.
Varka grabs the base of his cock, smacking it down against Lohen's cunt with wet slapping noises that make the smaller man arch and groan. His desire burns low in his gut, baking him alive as he watches him clench in anticipation. He slides his cockhead down through the folds, collecting lots of wetness, teasing his entrance with the thick, blunt head. Every time it almost caught, Lohen's hips would twitch, awaiting the guaranteed stretch that would come from taking him.
Lohen began to grow impatient, rocking his hips down to try and get the head to pop right in, watching to usher the process along greedily. "C'mon, I want it. Fuck me hard, please."
Varka grunted as he was almost successful and pressed his hand down on Lohen's hips, hoping to pin him still and keep him from getting hurt by forcing it.
However, the second he was pinned, Lohen bucked more aggressively, using the strength he often hid and forcing his cockhead in with a wet squelch. They groaned in unison, and Varka applied twice as much force into his hold to keep him still.
It wasn't just a stretch adjustment for Lohen; it was also the fact that Lohen was always so tight. And after getting to eat him out so ravenously, Varka was already embarrassingly hard, and was almost as eager to plunge right in to fuck out his own pleasure.
After a few seconds, he glanced up and saw that same sweet haze over Lohen's eyes. It seemed to come easier to him the second time, and he sank into the blanket with a reverent little moan as he was stretched open on Varka's thick cockhead.
Varka took a breath, steadying his own urges, before carefully sliding another inch or two in, rocking his hips to keep a smooth glide.
Lohen gasped, chewing on his lip, reaching up to wrap his arms around Varka's shoulders. "Archons, please— harder, don't be so… so—" He sounded like he couldn't find the right word, as if it wasn't even in his vocabulary. That same sorrow found its way back into Varka's chest, and he reached down to cup the other's face.
"So gentle?" Varka asked, swiping his thumb across his cheekbone, grazing the angle kiss beneath his eye. "So sweet?" He rocked his hips more, watched the panicked expression turn muddled with pleasure as he slowly fucked more of his cock into trembling heat. "So caring, so kind?"
Lohen swallowed, and Varka saw his eyes grow shiny again, turning his head to hide his burning cheeks into the man's large hand, nipping aggressively at his palm to vent his frustration. Varka chuckled breathlessly, feeling him tighten around his cock as he rocked the last few inches into his searing hot walls.
"Too bad, darling," Varka panted above him, certain his face was also flushed, heat burning him from the inside out. "From now on," He drew out, watching his long, thick lashes flutter. "I'm going to treat you the way you deserve." With that, he rocked back in with a deep, slow, sensual roll of his hips. Lohen's nails bit into his shoulders, and he watched as his chest arched up, pink nipples perky and presented right to his face.
Varka's lips and teeth found one of the rosy buds easily, suckling it into his mouth as Lohen shuddered. He continued rolling his hips, increasing his pace as he suckled and bit at the perky nipples, changing back and forth between the two as Lohen's body bounced with the smack of his hips.
Though he could hardly feel it, especially with how perfectly Lohen's pussy sucked him back in, he was sure that in the morning his back and shoulders would feature deep scratches. Lohen seemed so overwhelmed, lost in the waves of pleasure being tenderly fucked into his sweet cunt.
Varka's thrusts grew more eager, his pleasure building as he opened Lohen's body up to make room just for his cock. "You feel so good, love," He pants against Lohen's chest, grabbing a pillow and hiking the other's hips up, getting a better angle that immediately had Lohen's nails cutting through his back harder.
"So perfect for me," He panted, sitting up and fucking his hips up slow and sweet, aiming for that lovely spot nestled deep inside Lohen. With every praise, Lohen's cunt tightened, sucking his dick harder as if begging to keep him stuffed inside.
"Oh, fuck," Varka groaned, head tilting back. He grabbed Lohen's hips, pulling him back to meet his thrusts, bouncing him up and down the bed. "That's it, tighten up for me, sweet bunny."
"Hah!" Lohen gasped sharply, unable to reach for Varka's shoulders now that the taller man was sitting up, so instead, he scrambled to find purchase in the bedding, body seizing up for a second time to Varka's praise. "Oh, oh fuck!"
A sob broke past his lips, and Varka drilled into that same spot, fucking up in short bursts until Lohen clenched so hard he could barely move, crying out the climax of his pleasure.
"Fuck," He hiccupped, covering his face as his body shivered violently. "Fuck, Varka, hah…"
"That's it," Varka rumbled, his voice strained as he waited for Lohen to loosen just enough. "Good boy, bunny."
Lohen whimpered, incoherent, fists tangled in the sheets, his body covered in a pretty sheen of sweat as he trembled. Archons, Varka was going to get addicted to the image of it. Lohen always wants so badly to be destroyed, yet Varka has never seen him unravelled like this before.
Once he relaxed just enough, Varka began to rock again, his cock aching for release. Breathless, he looked down at Lohen's fluttering, wet lashes.
"Is this alright?" He asks tenderly, and Lohen can't seem to bring himself to answer. Instead, he nods, reaching up for Varka. The man leans down and is taken by surprise when Lohen lunges up for a greedy kiss. It lacks violence; there's no hint of fight, just a newly learned behavior that Varka never thought he would get to taste on Lohen's lips. He groans into the kiss, head clouded with the knowledge that he did this, he'd watched and held Lohen as he crumbled and was built back up over and over, seemingly reconstructed and updated with a new definition of love.
Varka's hands tangled in Lohen's hair, deepening the kiss and welcoming Lohen's tongue, hips rocking and smacking against the other's ass as he chased his pleasure in the tender kiss. The other's body still trembled with the aftershocks of overstimulation, his cunt squeezed around him in regular intervals, on every draw back out of his pliant body. Varka realized he was doing this on purpose; he was clenching down and welcoming him back in, making it as pleasurable for Varka as possible.
Feeling dizzy, Varka's greedy desire peaked, and he couldn't help but fasten his pace, making Lohen lose his rhythm as he whimpered against his lips. Varka couldn't focus on the kiss, not when he could feel Lohen's cunt spasm, trying to cling onto his cock as he was bounced more aggressively.
"Such a good boy," Varka praised as their lips were dislodged, his voice coming out like a growl. Lohen smiled, a moan fresh on his lips as he threw his head back, relishing in the attention just as he always did. Varka leaned down and dragged his teeth along the column of his throat, wrapping his arms tightly around Lohen's waist and drawing him impossibly close. Lohen swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing beneath Varka's teeth as he moaned and clenched down hard around Varka, choking his cock and basically ripping his orgasm from him.
"Oh, fuck," He groaned, fucking all the way in as deep as he could go, body rippling with one of the best orgasms of his life as he pumped Lohen full.
In the aftermath, all was quiet. There were seldom any embraces after sex, never after care, never that tender moment of pillow talk where connections are born, and the afterglow hits your partner just right to paint them in whispers of your joined future.
Not until this moment. With Lohen's small form pressed close to his own, covered in their mess and vulnerable to the gentle sun's rays, hitting them. That's right, Varka hadn't even checked what time it was when they whisked each other away.
Which means that the report to Jean and Lisa was going to be really, really late.
With a sigh, he pulled Lohen closer, trying to be careful, not wanting to spook him away.
"I would keep your heart if you died," Lohen says suddenly, and Varka deadpans so violently he jumps.
"Huh?" He asks dumbly, and Lohen shimmies up to lie on Varka's chest so they're face to face.
"I couldn't bear to part with it," Lohen admits, sounding almost aggrieved, his tone lacking the usual bloodthirsty undertone he carried to conversations like this. He presses his hand over Varka's heart, feeling it thrum under his palm.
"Even if I had to walk through fire to get it, it would come back home with me." His tone dips, and he can't meet Varka's eyes, and suddenly it feels less like an ominous threat and more like a confession.
Swallowing hard and realizing that Lohen still had a long way to go in terms of communication, Varka chuckled and kissed his brow.
"I love you too, rabbit."