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Illuga knocked on the door once, supplies in hand. He barely got to greet Flins before he was dragged inside. The supplies were left disregarded on a nearby table as Flins held him against the wall. The sad, pitiful expression on his face almost amused Illuga. He shifted uncomfortably, as if trying to escape from his grasp. He sighed when the arms pinning him to the wall only firmed.
“Why didn’t you come sooner?” Was the only thing Flins said, his voice sounding just as upset as he looked. He pressed closer, invading Illuga’s personal space.
“I’m sorry, I was busy. I wanted to come sooner, really.” He replied, trying his best to comfort him. His hand reached up, cupping the side of Flins’ face. This seemed to disarm the taller man, who sighed and leaned into the touch. He leaned in further, gently pressing their lips together. His hands snaked down to Illuga’s waist, holding him in place as he kissed him.
Flins pushed him backwards onto the table, trying his hardest to stay gentle. His hands wandered all over, pushing and pulling at the smaller man’s clothes. He deepened the kiss, almost forgetting that Illuga would have to breathe eventually.
Illuga’s arms draped around Flins’ neck, locking their bodies together. Flins responded with a soft bite to the others' lip, promptly swallowing the whine that followed. Illuga’s head was filling with burning warmth, and he couldn’t breathe.
Illuga pulled away for a moment, pulling even further away when Flins attempted to catch his lips again. His breath was ragged and shaky; his pupils were dilated, and his hair was disheveled.
“Just a moment, please.” He muttered, feeling almost guilty for suddenly depraving him. Flins seemed disappointed, burying his head in the other's neck while he recovered. He pressed gentle kisses against the nape of his neck, relishing in the sounds that he could squeeze out of him, even in his current state.
Illuga’s hands curled into the back of Flins’ shirt, feeling almost humiliated by how sensitive he was. He couldn’t fathom why he fell apart so easily at the hands of the older Ratnik.
His hand came up to cup Flins’ face, gently pulling him out of his neck. Flins wasted no time in recapturing his lips, pulling Illuga flush against him. Quiet, shameful sounds escaped him as he tried to keep up with Flins’ mouth. A chill ran through Illuga’s body as Flins’ cold hands crept under his shirt again, a murmured complaint being whispered against his lips.
Eventually, Flins pulled away, his head falling to Illuga’s shoulder. He hummed, breathing in his scent and basking in the warmth of his body. He nuzzled into him before picking him up and taking him to his bedroom.
Illuga knew that he had no chance of escaping now.