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Falling in love is always easy, but breaking up is always easier—or so was Kyryll thought
It’s just as easy as saying goodbye and all the memories will fade and vanish away—or so was Kyryll thought.
But the truth, in all those five years after he left Rerir, Kyryll still lingered on his own feeling,
Rerir’s embrace, Rerir’s scent, Rerir’s ghost still haunt his sleepless nights.
*
Flins can’t believe what he just saw now.
Well, his eyesight must be mistaken right?
There’s no way he is here too?!
Flins averted his gaze, he didn’t want to see him—at all! “Shit! shit! shit!….” Flins mutters to himself.
Shoot… Flins would consider this as his unfortunate day.
In fact, today is a very special one actually.
After millions of time audition, finally, finally Flins was accepted to play for the lead character of the Genshin Impact: Nodkrai cast, as Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins himself.
Well, Genshin Impact, the so famous series, with 100% rating everywhere, now making their newest season called Nodkrai.
Flins already can imagine that the program was so successful with countless superstars have been playing there and now he can be one of them too.
And today is the first meeting for the casts to get to know each other and discuss all the matters.
Flins never thought he would meet Rerir of all places of all people!
Flins can only hope that they didn’t put them together in one same frame! Better if they don’t have to interact at all!
It’s a shame though.
Tonight’s atmosphere was very good, the ballroom was full of superstars, the food was delicious, maybe only flins himself felt sour—just because of a certain one person.
“Flins! How are you? Never thought we’re gonna be in the same project” A loud and humble voice seeps through Flins’s ears as his shoulder was tapped.
Flins gasped in startled, almost dropping his fucking champagne glass.
“Ah, Varka, how nice to finally meet you,” Flins wore his fake smile, while his eyes—for a splitsecond still glancing over Rerir, before turns to the man talking to him. “The pleasure is also mine.”
Varka laughs, you know the type of laughs that loud and everybody can hear, yes, that type of laugh.
“No need to be so polite, my friend. I mean, Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins, the rising star. I mean, they must be thrilled to have you joining our series.”
“Haha…” Flins still give him the fake smile.
Another chatter, another people joining the conversation.
Starting from Varka and then Ineffa also joined, not to mention Lauma and Nefer.
Suddenly the conversation was getting crowded than before.
“So Flins, were you invited to the project or did you gone to the audition?” Asks Nefer
Flins shakes his head, “Well, I tried to offer myself, but i guess the Invitation only applied for those with big names like Varka?” Flins chuckles a little.
Again the man himself burst a laugh, “Well not only me though? There’s also Columbina, Sandrone, Dainsleif, and you know what, the Rerir himself even got a very special invitation to the program.”
Oh, shoot, Flins felt his life was condemned.
“Really? I thought he had enough after starring in the first season” Lauma joins in.
“Yep, I also not expecting that, at all. But hey, it was great that he finally joins again right?”
Can Flins leave right now? Can he?
“Of course, that man was born a star. It must be nice to acting with him.”
Everybody nods, except Flins.
“Beside who would turn down staring any scene with Rerir, even if it’s just one damn splitsecond scene.” said Ineffa.
Well, Flins turned him down—even so leaving.
“How about we greet him? It’s not everyday event we get the chance to meet and chat with him.” said Varka.
Nu-uh, that’s a bad idea.
If they want to do that, Flins should get away first.
To late, Varka already wave his hands to Rerir, “Rerir!”
Rerir, who also finished talking to the higher ups team walks straight to Varka.
“If i’m corrected, you haven’t meet him too, right, Flins?” Nefer asks Flins.
“Yeah...” Never in those five years to be exact.
“Such a crowd.” A deep and low voice that Flins hadn’t heard for such a long time drifted back to his ears. “Hello everyone.”
His voice, remains the same.
Flins was like struck by lightning, he can’t say anything, he feels suffocated, and he can’t even flee away.
Flins averted his gaze to other—anything, anything but him!
“I thought you won’t come.” Nefer shrug his jaw, smug grin on her face.
“Well, so I thought, but maybe for a good first impression since this is my second time staring at this project, I should’ve come, didn’t I?”
Lauma, Ineffa, and Varka giggles a bit.
“Yeah, right about that. The so-called Rerir never wants to come, surely for some reason,” Another co-star, Dainsleif joining the circle.
CAN FLINS LEAVEEEEEEE NOWWWWWWW???
“Ugh, you make me feel bad, Dain. It was like you never go to the premiere either?” snorts Rerir.
“That was for another occasion, by the way looks like we have ‘new’ face tonight?” asks Dainsleif teasingly.
DAINSLEIF WHAT A SLY MAN YOU ARE!!! Flins really wants to pull that soft blondie hair as hard as he can.
Of course Flins knows Dainsleif, he was Rerir’s only best friend after all.
Poor Flins, now everybody’s eyes all on him.
“I …” Flins stutters.
Honestly, he really doesn’t even know what to say, to Rerir obviously.
That 5 years apart seems like a distant past right now.
Flins try to calm his throbbing heart before turning his gaze to Dainsleif.
“Greetings, I’m—“
“Mr. Flins! There you are! I’ve been looking for you since earlier.” A familiar shouts cut his words. “Young Master Illuga?”
FINALLY A LIFE SAVER!!
The tiny teenager snuck in between the circle, “They’re about to bring the fire-water, Mr. Flins.” Said Illuga innocently, “Uh, do I interrupted your conversation? SORRY GUYS! I DIDN’T MEAN TO—“
“It’s okay, the more the merrier right? I believe we hadn’t meet before, no?” Rerir speaks calmly—the usual tone that once brings Flins to his dreamland every night.
“Oh, right, hi everyone, I’m Illuga. Well I believe that I only have a small role on this series, but I hope we can get along together.”
Cruel sly Illuga, Flins thought he’s gonna took him away from that hell.
Now he’s the only one who hasn’t properly introduce himself.
“I… am Flins.” Flins bow his head, didn’t want to meet eyes with Rerir—that surprisingly stood in front of him. “To be exact Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins. But you may call me Flins.”
Slowly Flins lift his head, glancing over to anybody but Rerir.
“Chill Flins, why are you so tensed?” Varka teases him.
….
Uhhh…. Flins really, really, wants to get away.
He suddenly grabbed Lauma’s hand—she was standing next to him—and fled from the group. “Enjoy the convos! We’ll be back with delicious drinks!” Flins shouted.
“Truly, Flins, that was embarrassing. Is it so hard for you to even just say hi to your ex?”
“I’m just surprised, you know? I never met him for 5 years and just like that, we are in the same project…. Ughh, I wish I could back out now”
“Something’s really wrong with you.”
Flins and Lauma came back with a couple glasses of fire water.
“Now that’s what we call a talk. A talks without drink is merely a chat.” Varka was the first to grab the glass of firewater, laughing.
Everybody accepted one glass, except for Rerir.
“I don’t drink.”
“You don’t drink?” Flins retorted back. Since when?
“Yeah… not in the mood.”
“I guess I’ll be having two glasses then.” murmured Flins.
Rerir glancing over Flins before he opens his mouth. “Well then, I will take my leave. It’s really nice to see new faces. I hope we can get along together. Enjoy your time.”
And with that, Rerir dissapears from Flins’s sight, at last.
With that straight back and broad shoulder began to fade within the crowds, Flins shake his glass a bit, sipping its contain, the burning sensation greet his throat.
Now he knows why everybody calls this fire-water, the string of alcohol in it was no joke.
When did it all went wrong?
*
Kyryll was softly humming to the rythm of music playing in his ear, while his hands occupied with the frying pan and pot—cooking the dinner when he heard the main door was opening.
“I’m home.” Rerir shouts a little loud, perhaps there’s another person in this home who couldn’t hear him because he was too focus on his cooking.
“Oh! You’re back! Welcome home.” Kyryll peeking his head from the kitchen.
Rerir he took off his coat, his shoes and his car key—put it in the hanger, the shelf, and the foyer table, before proceed to the kitchen.
“Just wait a bit, ‘kay, Mas. The soup isn’t ready yet, but if you deliberately hungry, you can eat the main course first. I cooked fresh grilled fish! So do you want to eat first or wait for the soup?” asks Kyryll, as he can feel Rerir’s big body wrapped him in a calming hug.
Rerir smiles as he hear that nickname.
“Why do you always call me ‘Mas’? I told you to call me by my name?”
Kyryll chuckles, “Wait. What’s the sudden change of topic?? I call you ‘Mas’ because you’re 5 years older than me… isn’t it obvious?”
“Yeah, but i’m still not used to it.”
Kyryll’s chuckles turns into a burst laughter. “You’re ridiculous, Mas Rerir. We’ve been together for two years and you’re still not accustomed to your pet name.”
“It’s like you’re not blushing everytime I call you with ‘sayang’ or ‘little light’ either.” Rerir retorts back.
Uh, shoot, Kyryll blushes, his face was as red as boiled crab—just as Rerir thought.
The bigger man only grin at his beloved red face, shifting his body towards the dining table—waiting patiently there.
Guess, they’re even right now.
Five minutes later, Kyryll bring out a freshly hot and boiled soup pot to the table.
“I made miso soup, give it a taste.” He took one scoop with his spoon before blowing it slowly, cooling down before he finally give Rerir.
“Hmm…” Rerir taste the soup, “It’s delicious. You’re always a good cooker, Sayang.” praised Rerir, pecking Kyryll’s cheek before pouring his own soup.
Kyryll can feel his cheek turns red again, this time alongside with throbbing heart.
“Glad you like it.” said Kyryll after he calms himself, “Oh! By the way, I have a good very great news.”
Kyryll can’t wait to tell Rerir that tomorrow he will go to the audition of the famous series, Genshin Impact and he will get a role there!
That will be Kyryll’s first achievement as a rookie artist and moreafter he definitely will have smoother way to be superstar!
“Me too!”
“Really? Let’s start with you first.”
“No, No, My news can wait. You said first since you bring out first. Eitherway, I still want to savor your grilled fish.”
“Nope. I’m insisting. Mas Rerir first.” Kyryll can wait a few more minutes before he drops the big news.
“You sure?”
“Mhmm…” Kyryll waiting in enthusiasm.
“Well, my manager called me today. They said, Genshin Impact team has invited me to starring on their series, and I already accepted. Isn’t it a wonderful news, sayang? Oh! I heard there will be an open audition for the roles tomorrow too.”
Kyryll can feel his castle crumbling.
Inviting?
The Genshin Impact team has already invited Rerir?
Just like that? Without any efforts?
Meanwhile himself, the rookie artist, must do a day long audition just for a tiny, nobody role there—as a supporting.
Kyryll could feel his heart filled with rage. He knows he shouldn’t be jealous with Rerir that already has a long journey in the acting world—but still human tends to feel envy for someone who has everything.
For the first time since he met Rerir, Kyryll pitied himself.
For the first time since he met Rerir, Kyryll resent him.
His silence lasted too long.
“Kyryll? Are you alright?” asks Rerir.
“Yeah, yeah, I just need time to… process. I mean, I’m truly happy for you, Mas.” Kyryll lets out a faint smile.
“You should go for the audition, Kyryll. I’m sure they’ll be impressed with your talent.” Rerir ruffled Kyryll’s long hair. “Who know’s we’ll be starring together?” Rerir chuckles.
“Haha…. You’re right.” Kyryll can’t help but to burst a wry laugh. “I should try.”
Kyryll doesn’t even has the appetite to eat anymore.
“Now, what do you want to say, little light?”
“Ah, it’s nothing, I’m just thinking to cook something special for tomorrow. Fancy any dishes in your head?” Kyryll swallowed his own bitterness, withdrawing from telling Rerir.
“Hmm… how about candle light dinner? Or we can go to the restaurant instead.”
Kyryll shrug his shoulder, “It’s your choice.”
“Well, if we want to eat dining out, I think I have to check my schedule first. I’ll let you know before lunch”
“Okay,” said Kyryll, carrying his own plate he doesn’t even touch to the sink. “I think I’m gonna shower first.”
“You barely eat anything?”
“I just dont feel like eating.”
“Huh, but—“
“Nevermind, Mas. I forgot to tell you that I already eaten a bit before you come home.”
Lies.
Rerir glancing out Kyryll from the corner of his eyes.
“Don’t forget to wash the dishes, Mas.” said Kyryll before heading out to their bedroom.
“Alright.”
—
People say that the best way to hide your crying is by going showering, nobody can distinct if its your tears or the shower.
And that’s what Kyryll does right now.
Crying out his lame fate, while cursing himself.
Why can’t he be successful like Rerir?!
Just how many trails he has to go to be on top?!
Just how tall is exactly the walls between them?!
Kyryll doesn’t think he can afford everything, anything, all at once.
He was so lost deep in his thought that he doesn’t realize that Rerir already joining him in the shower.
“I can tell them to give the role to you directly, Kyryll.” whisper Rerir in his ear, smearing the hot steam.
His hands already wanders Kyryll’s body, so do his mouth.
He smothered Kyryll’s neck and shoulder with kisses, let alone his hands squeeze one of Kyryll’s nipple.
“Rerir, ahh.” Kyryll moans softly.
“I always wondering why you only call my name during our intercourse, my dear Kyryll.”
Rerir’s hot and low voice banging in Kyryll’s head.
“I—ahh,” Rerir pinch his other nipples, while the other hand grinding his way to his cock.
“Rerir,” Flins gritted his teeth, whrithing.
“Hmm?” The older man already pinned Kyryll to the wall.
“Rerir, I—Ahhh.” Rerir suck his neck hard, bet tomorrow’s gonna be a hickey.
Do not forget that Rerir’s hand already playing with his limb cock, trying to wake it up.
“Rer—ir, I… I’m—ahh.” Kyryll moans again with the stimulation.
Rerir grins smugly, teasing Kyryll’s more while he brushes his half-hard cock into Kyryll’s ass.
“I’m really, ahh, no—Not there!” Kyryll panicked.
“You’re harden up.” Rerir whisper in his ear, while biting his ear.
“N-Not in the mood!” Finally Kyryll managed to spit out the words he wanted to say.”
For the love of God, wasn’t he just crying about now? How can it turns into making love session?!
“You should say what you truly desire, My Kyryll. I don’t understand.”
“I said, hahh—”
Rerir lowered his body to press his tongue against Kyryll’s heat.
KYRYLL KNOWS RERIR DID IT PURPOSELY.
Kyryll grunts, he will not be sedated by Rerir.
“I said, I’m—mmh—not in the mood to have sex… with you.”
“Oh, so you’re not in the mood? But you already this hard?” Rerir stroked Kyryll’s cock a few times.
“G-Get off,” Kyryll stuttered as Rerir’s hand began jerking him faster.
“Rerir, I said get—mmfhh—off!!”
“You know you have to speak clearly, dear. You’re not a child anymore.”
EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!!! Flins fought hard not to get swept away by his lust. “I said get off from my si—“
Suddenly Rerir quicken the pace of his handjob, deliberately driving Kyryll to the edge.
“Rerir—ahhh… more… more…. please,” Kyryll whimpered, utterly defeated by his body desperate need for release.
“As you wish, my dear.”
Kyryll couldn’t even remember what he had wanted to say; his mind entirely blank.
CURSES RERIR!!! HE WILL PAY FOR HIS ACTION LATER
“I-I’m close,” Kyryll held onto the wall tightly, as if his life depended on it.
Rerir stroked him faster, matching his desperate friction. And his tongue entirely focused in Kyryll’s hole.
Great, double trouble.
Kyryll felt his legs turn to jelly.
“Rerir, I—I’m coming, I’m cumm—“
With a final stroke, Kyryll finally came.
“SPLURT… SPLURT!!”
Well, his body talks first.
Kyryll was panting heavily, his body shaking hard as his cum splattering the walls.
“Whoa, you’re this sensitive just from a handjob, huh? When was the last time we had sex, Kyryll?” Rerir asked, already positioning the tip of his thick, long shaft against Kyryll’s opening. “You’re even already wet.”
“Get off me, Rerir. I’m done showering.”
“Shame, I haven’t taken care of myself either lately.”
Like hell Kyryll cared! All he wanted was to free himself from this devil and go to sleep.
“Stop! Rerir, stop!!” Kyryll wailed himself, try to escape.
“You have to help me too, little light.” Rerir said, flipping Kyryll around to face him. In one swift push, he shoved inside.
“With this much wet, don’t we agree that you’re the horny one here, Kyryll?” Rerir teasing him lightly, moves a little.
Talk all you want!
Kyryll whimpered, even though they had done it countless times, the sheer size of Rerir’s cock still forced him to bite his lips to swallow his cries.
Stay alert Kyryll, Weren’t you just angry a moment ago? Where did it all go?
“I said stop!!” Summoning his own anger, Kyryll
pushed Rerir broad chest with all his might, forcing the penetration to slip out. Rerir’s hard dick now hunging awkwardly between his groin.
“Hey, what’s the matter?”
“I already told you, I’m not in the fucking mood!!” Kyryll spits his words coldly, pushing Rerir’s body aside. “Go fuck yourself, Rerir.”
Kyryll stormed out as fast as possible, grabbing his bathrobe, leaving Rerir alone in the shower.
He exactly did what he said, he changed into his pyjama and buried himself deep under the soft mattress—trying to sleep.
Rerir was left alone under the hot shower to finished off himself. Poor Rerir—but Kyryll doesn‘t even care.
15 minutes later, Rerir emerged from the bath room with a towel hung low on his waist.
“Going to sleep so soon?” asked Rerir, while caressing Kyryll soft and long bluey hair, sitting on the edge of bed—wearing his own boxer.
“I’m tired.” Kyryll reply dryly, turned his back, he didn’t want to face Rerir right now.
Truth to be told, his underlying anger was still burning hot.
“At least dry your hair first, or you’ll get a headache”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You’re going to be annoying as hell if you get a headache tomorrow.” Rerir grabbed another towel, gently drying Kyryll’s hair for him.
Kyryll grunted but let Rerir do as he pleased.
Surprisingly their usually lively bedroom fell completely still.
“You know… I can still back out,” Rerir broke the silence. “If that’s what you really want. You can go to the audition tomorrow.”
Kyryll snapped his head around. “I don’t need your pity.”
“I’m not pitying you, I’m just…. you know, trying to help.”
“Then you’d better keep you mouth shut. You don’t help anything.” Kyryll retorted cold-heartedly.
Rerir pulled his hands back, At least Kyryll’s hair already 80 percent dry; he could sleep without worrying the headache tomorrow.
“I’ll drive you there tomorrow.” Rerir tossed his bathtrobe and towels to the laundry basket. “If it makes you any better.”
Kyryll remained lying on his side, refusing to say anything.
—
So, did Kyryll managed to get the role he was dying for?
Unfortunately, life is as cruel as it can be. The misery he carried continue to sweep through his life like a storm. He didn’t get the role, meanwhile Rerir, on the other side, became incredibly busy with his role, that project.
He was rarely home, never had time to join Kyryll for dinner, even now Kyryll accustomed to sleep alone on his cold, empty, bed.
In a way, it was a relief though; Kyryll still resented him—he need time to rearrange his guts and so their relationship.
But distance doesn’t lie, it keeps farther and farther.
Six month later, on that cold winter night—just one day before the series premiere—Kyryll finally said the words.
“You know, Rerir, I don’t think I can live up to your accomplishments, no matter how long, how fucking hard I try, I’m never going to reach you. I’ll be forever within your shadow.”
“And I don’t want to live in this self-deprecating situation forever. Everytime I look at you, all I see is my own failure. All I feel is resentment. Why can’t I be like you? Why do I always fail? I’ve never stopped chasing you from the very beginning, but now…. I’m just tired. l can’t keep up with your pace anymore. Therefore, I think it’s time for us to let go. Goodbye, Rerir.”
And just like that, Kyryll walked away from Rerir’s life. And Rerir couldn’t do anything—even just to open his mouth.
*
Flins can feel his head spinning around.
He barely can hear any voices, only a sting of pain.
Surely, the fire-water that Young Master Illuga brought were so good that he refills the cup until four times? five times?—Flins already lost his count.
He already stepped back from the others and choosing the undetectable, shallowy corner to calm himself.
The Gala was nearing its ends, that’s why he can drink as much as he wants.
Okay, Flins thinks he drunk too much.
“Hey, Flins, Flins! are you okay?” Varka tapped his shoulder many times, “Goodness! Don’t try to drink anything if you don’t know its contain.” Varka slapped his own forehead.
Varka try to call the others for backup, unfortunately the others were too busy with their own chats and drink.
“I’m fine, I’m fineeee, I was barely drinking,” ramble Flins.
“Yep, he’s definitely drunk.” Varka sighs, he was contemplating if he should go see the others and leave Flins alone here, or he took Flins back to the group with him—but it wasn’t great idea either since Flins can passing out anytime.”
“Hey, you okay?” Rerir, who just come back from the toilet, saw the two not so far from him and decided to drop by.
“Yeah, I’m fine, but not with this one,” Varka shrug his jaw towards Flins.
“Let me take him, you can go back to the others now.”
“Eh? Are you sure?“
“Yeah.”
“Umm.. Okay. Thanks Rerir.” said Varka and leave Flins alone with Rerir. “I’ll ask the others his address and text it to you.”
Of course Rerir didn’t need Flins’ address, he knows and he bets Flins never moved anyways—their once shared apartement was Flins’s own house.
Rerir was the one who moved out after their breakup.
“Ughh… my head hurts.” grumble Flins unconsciously.
“For as long as I can remember, you can’t even drink. So, how can someone with zero alcohol tolerance—whose likely going to pass out after the first sip—chugging 4 glass of fire-water plus a glass of champagne like some drunkard? Just how bold the audacity you have.” Scoffs Rerir.
“Hey, who says I can’t drink? I DO can drink, I just didn’t thought it was that strong. Anyway I’m not regretting anything, IT WAS THE BEST DRINKS IN MY LIFE,” Flins yells his last sentence while laughing.
“Don’t whine to me if you have a headache and must cling to the buckets tomorrow.” Rerir said casually while holding Flins in a bridal style, leaving the hall.
“WHOA—! HEY, PUT ME DOWN—! WHOEVER YOU ARE! PUT ME—“ Flins banging Rerir’s solid chest, as if he’s trying to escape.
He absolutely has no idea who was carrying him right now.
“Strange, in the past you always love it everytime I carry you like this.” Tease Rerir with a smirk, glancing over Flins.
“WHAT!?!? How dare you!—“ Flins touching his head, the headache sting his head.
“Ugh, whatever, just take me to the Lighthouse Suite 8, 31st Boulevard.” Flins closes his eyes, feeling really sleepy
Rerir smiles widely, fixing his grip. “I know. Just don’t sleep on me and hold on tight, Kyryll.”
Huh, Kyryll?
Only some people calls him with that name.
Fine, he will resolves this tomorrow when he’s already sober enough.
And just like that, he falls a sleep.
Rerir sighs a little when he knows the man that he holds right now was already sleeping.
“I told you not to exaggerate yourself, little light. And you still did it anyway.”
To Rerir’s note, Flins body was a lot lighter than the last time he carried him five years ago—if his memories serves him right.
Finally they arrived at the parking lot.
Rerir lay Flins down on the passenger seat next to him, buckling up his seatbelt before going back to his side.
He glances at his sleeping beauty.
“You know, Kyryll,”—a brief pause, sighing, “Does it ever drives you crazy just how fast the night changes”
“Sometimes I wish that you were still mine….”
Rerir starts the engine.
“But maybe that’s just my foolish hope.”
—
When Flins wakes up he feels like a shit.
His head trobbing so hard he can even standing up. Not to mention, he feels his belly churning up.
“Ughhh… I hate this.” Flins scratch his hair, forcing himself to get up from the bed.
The urge to throwing up was killing him anytime now.
Flins dragged his body to the bathroom.
He probably ended up in random hotel with his friend anyway, maybe Varka or Illuga.
But surprisingly, this hotel feels somewhat very familiar too him.
Or maybe he was still drunk?
Flins doesn’t know.
He leans on the toilet, ready to spill his guts from the hangover last night.
“HOEKK….”
“HOEKKK….”
“HOEKKK….”
“Ughh, fucking dumbass kyryll.” Flins mocks himself.
“You do know that you can’t drink, why do it anyway?” Rerir retorts back, while giving him some toilet tissue to clean his mouth.
A low and scoffing tones seeping through Flins ears… that yet feels familiar.
So he’s not with Varka or Illuga or even Lauma?
Flins can feel his life is done, he is already deadend.
Ended up in random hotel with someone else, it must be a rumour right?
Beforehand he also drunk until he passed out last night, Flins can feel he was being carried by someone but he can’t remember who it was—probably the answer is the man next to him right now.
“Hey, are you alright?” Worried filled Rerir’s voice as he speak.
To be precise, Flins knows this voice—He knows it like the back of his hands.
“R-Rerir.” murmured Flins, averting his gaze.
THIS IS WORST THAN HIS NIGHTMARE.
How can Flins avoid him all night at all cost, just to be taken back with him?
Flins curses his luck. his life. EVERYTHING!
“Hey, Kyryll. Are you really alright?”
Flins’s silence lasted too long.
“I— I’m okay, just—just don’t call me that.” Flins tries to wake up since he thinks his body already done throwing up.
“Sorry, old habits never die.” Rerir helps Flins standing up.
“Thanks, but I can walk by myself.”
Rerir watches him from behind, ready to catch if he stumbles.
“Uhh.. by the way, where are we?”
“You don’t recognize your own house? What a shame, what if I told you we are in the middle of the woods?”
“There’s no way I’m gonna stuck in the woods with you.”
“Oh. Why not?”
Flins sits on his dining chair, touching his forehead. “Can you just shut up your mouth? My head hurts hearing your voice.”
Rerir chuckles a little, “Still grumpy as ever.” Before going to the kitchen.
“WHAT did you say?!?!”
Rerir stays quiet, he rather bring out their breakfast before Flins can complaint anymore.
“Eat. I made you some hangover soup and breakfast to calm your stomach.”
“Are you serious you didn’t put any poison here?” Flins suspiciously stares at Rerir.
“Even if I do, you would still eat it anyway.” Rerir smirks, teasing Flins everytime he wokes up with hangover is always delighful.
“This is why I hate you, Rerir.” Flins sighing, before scooping his bowl of soup.
“Hmm…. it’s delicious or maybe I’m just starving.”
“In comparison to your cooking skill, this is merely a little.” replied Rerir before he eats his meal.
Those two exes eating together in peacefully.
A sight that feels so awkward yet still familiar.
“Hey, Rerir”
“Hmm??”
A brief pause. “Thanks for bringing me home last night.”
“Not a big deal.”
“I shouldn’t be asking you this, but where were you sleeping last night?”
“On the couch of course, where do you think it is?” Rerir retorts back.
“Uh… you can just sleep next to me actually”
“Like we’re some lovers? No, Thankyou. I bet the first thing you do when you wake up is slapping my face.”
“Well, that… might happen too.” Flins scratches his hair, feeling really awkward. It would be very possible for him punching Rerir in his face the moment he realizes he woke up with his ex.
“Anyway, I’m already finished. Since you’re awake and sober now, I think it’s time for me to go.” Rerir stands up, bringing his plate to the dish washer machine.
“Huh? So fast?” Flins said that unconsciously, “Don’t you wanna take a shower first?”
“Nah, No need. I’m heading home anyway.”
“Uh… Okay…” Flins also stands up, following Rerir to the family room where he puts his things there.
A tuxedo, wallet, phone, and his car key.
“Text when you’re home” Flins reminds him.
“You’ve blocked me, remember? Don’t worry I’ll be home safely. If not, then maybe you will see it on the news.”
Flins slaps Rerir’s back, “Don’t say that!”
Rerir chuckles a little while grabbing his things.
“Well, then, I’m leaving.” said Rerir while hanging his tuxedo on his back, walking towards the main entrance.
Flins was panicked, he catch up his pace with Rerir.
Just before Rerir touches the door knob, Kyryll holds him tightly from back. “W-Wait! Why leaving so soon?” He muffles his face into Rerir’s back
“Huh? Flins?”
And suddenly, all of their memories rush through Kyryll’s head.
“Just… stay like this…. for a while.” Kyryll’s voice was hoarse.
He really did his best holding back his tears.
“I never liked you from the start!” on contrary, Kyryll tightens his hug.
Huh?
“It’s not even fair you know! How can you walk away easily just like that after we broke up! And how miserable I feel all these 5 years! Does it ever cross your mind to try and come back!? Ughh!! I hate you, bad, bad, bad Rerir.” Kyryll thumps the broad back in front of him.
Huh?
“I thought you hate me?”
“Yeah. I DO! I REALLY HATE YOU RERIR! BUT AT THE SAME TIME I ALSO LOVE YOU!!!. Don’t you know that all of these five years I still linger on you?! STUPID RERIR!! UGH!! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOUUU!!!”
thump. thump. thump. thump. thump.
“Hey, stop assaulting my back!”
Rerir smiles, more like I love you, I love you, I love you.
“So what do you want right now?”
“I don’t know!” Flins muffles on his back. “I just want to stay like this for a moment!”
“Are you implying you want to get back with me?”
“No! Who said that I want to get back with you?!” Flins glares.
“Okay, Kyryll.”
“Stop calling me that! Ugh, Rerir is so noisy! Why can’t you stop talking and let me hug you!?”
Rerir chuckles. He can feel his heart at ease again.
Right, this is the Kyryll he knew. Not some cold, jealous bastard named Flins.
They stay like that for such a long time, maybe fifteen minutes? Who cares?
“Are you feeling better now?”
“Yes, but I still want to hug you.”
Rerir sighs, maybe he shouldn’t have helped Flins in the first place yesterday.
“Are you done?” Rerir asks again, ten minutes later.
“I’m done.”
“Then I’ll take my leave.” Rerir really said it for the last time before pressing the door knob.
“Why do you so eagerly want to leave me huh?!” Protest Kyryll, his face is red and puffy, with his tears still flowing from his eyes.
“Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know! Ask yourself!” said Kyryll before he kiss Rerir’s soft lips.
“Whoa—Flins, what’s this sudden—”
Kyryll kissed him passionately, even inserting his tongue to tease Rerir’s mouth.
“Hhh… Kyryll,” The larger man grunts, before kissing Kyryll back to match with him.
The kiss was so intense and deep, they savouring what they missed for the past 5 years.
“Nghh.. Rerir.” Flins moans, gripping Rerir’s neck harder.
“Shit, Kyryll, you always taste so good.” Rerir grumbles, his hands were instinctively catching the smaller waist and hips.
Rerir’s tuxedo falls just like that.
“What do you want, Kyryll. I never could understand you.”
“Mmfhh…” Kyryll moans softly again.
What else, stupid Rerir?? Of course get back with you!!
Kyryll climbs Rerir’s body.
Rerir catches him on a straddle position.
“Heh, I can feel your morning wood down there. Are you feeling aroused from me?” Kyryll teases him lightly.
“Do you?” challenge Rerir back, slightly brushing their cocks together.
“Ahmmm… don’t you start” Kyryll wiggles himself, trying to restrain himself.
Rerir while drunkenly kissing him, suddently turns around and walks with big steps into Kyryll’s bed. “What a naughty ex I have? You want me to fuck you mercilessly until you can’t walk—just like the past?”
“Try me, Rerir.” Kyryll brushes their friction again making the temperature suddenly hot.
“Hah, We’ll see later.” Rerir scoffs, dumping Kyryll back to his bed, before he joins hovering him.
“What do you want me to do, my dear little light?” Rerir slipping his hands under Flins shirt, teasing his nipple.
“Ah! How cruel of you, Rerir” Kyryll can’t hold his voice.
It’s strange that even all these years apart, Rerir still remembers his most sensitive part.
“Umhmm…” Kyryll whimpers, as Rerir tries to undress him while twisting his nipple.
“Ahhh…” Kyryll moans when Rerir licks his left nipple.
He almost cries again.
“You’re still sensitive here, and there too? Haven’t touched yourself in a while?” Rerir whispers with his hot and hoarse voice, teases Kyryll’s cock.
“Agghh…”
Rerir uses his tongue to lick Kyryll’s chest, down to his abdomen, finally reaching his cock.
“Even this little one already hard. You want to be railed so badly huh?? What if you had gone home with Varka or Illuga instead? Will you spread your legs and hole for them too?”
Kyryll shakes his head and writhes his body. “No,, no… only Rerir… Rerir.”
Rerir smirks, “Is that so?” he took off Kyryll’s boxer and strokes his cock teasingly.
Kyryll can only squeeze his bedsheet.
“Rerir, I want… Rerir.”
“Oh? But unfortunately, we’re exes.”
“No, Don’t care. Want Rerir.”
“Alright, little light,” Rerir licks Kyryll’s cock, before sucking it out.
“Mhmm… Rerir,”
“Rerir..”
“Rerir…”
“Rerirrr… harder! Please I beg you.” Kyryll wiggles his ass in frantic—desperates to feel Rerir more.
Kyryll closes his eyes, completely surrender to the man above him
“Stay still,” Rerir hisses, placing both his hands on Kyryll’s waist.
His tongue licks, twirls, sucks, and bites Kyryll’s cock.
Oh, Goodness, is fucking with your exes always this good?
Rerir sucking more intense and intense, with Kyryll hands pulling his hair.
“Aaaahh… more Rerir… more.”
Rerir increases his speed, he knows Kyryll can’t last longer now.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck… so good, Rerir, so good.”
“Fuckk, Rerir, harder,” Kyryll was on his edge, cockdrunk chasing his release—one step away from reaching his climax.
“Fuck, I’m cummingghh!!—Oh, God.” Flins spills hard his white inside Rerir’s hot mouth.
“Splurtt… splurttt…. splurttt.”
Rerir swallows all of it, he can feel his mouth salty with the amount of cum Kyryll’s released.
“Ugh….” Kyryll opens his eyes, eyes meeting with Rerir’s gaze.
“What?” Asks Kyryll in deadpan.
“Nothing, I just feel that you’re insanely more beautiful since last time we met.”
“Hah, I don’t believe you.”
“You do?” Rerir ask innocently while bringing his own hard throbbing cock to Kyryll’s opening.
Precums already leaking through its red, veiny head.
Kyryll was shocked. He completely forgets that Rerir’s dick actually twice bigger, longer, thicker than him.
“No, you won’t like it,” Kyryll shakes his head in panic.
“I did and I always do,” retorts Rerir, before changing their position. He lays on the bed, while Kyryll was on top.
“Do you perhaps had a dick enlargement surgery.”
“No?”
“Why does it feels bigger than the last time we had sex?”
“I dunno, maybe my cock is just too happy finally sliding back home to your hole.”
Kyryll rolls his eyes at Rerir, “You better shut your mouth.” as he ligning his entrance with this big enormous thick shaft of cock.
“You don’t need any lubes?” Asks Rerir, “I know you’re way too horny and your hole was already wet, but—”
Kyryll stares hard, “Seriously? It’s like we never need it before?”
“Fine, just don’t protest to me if your hole aching tomorrow.”
“So sure you are, old hag.”
Kyryll slowly inserts that big cock into his hole.
He grimaces slightly at the sting pain.
“You aren’t bleeding, don’t you?” Rerir asks.
“Nope,” Kyryll can feel Rerir’s big dick breaching his hole at the fullest, reaching his prostate.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight, Kyryll.” Rerir puts his hands on Kyryll’s waist.
“Now try moving.”
Kyryll plunges himself up and down, feeling Rerir’s tip reaching his spot.
This time he really cries again, beautiful tears wetting his face, Kyryll brings his hands into Rerir’s neck—hugging Rerir closer.
“Rerir… Rerir…” Kyryll pants, beads of sweat falling to Rerir’s abdomen.
“You’re doing great, little light.”
“Why the heck are you this big,” curses Kyryll, feeling tired.
“I dunno, maybe so I can fuck you rough and deep?” Rerir grabs Kyryll’s waist tightly, pulling Kyryll down in one go—it makes a sound of ‘plap’ when his balls meet Kyryll’s skin.
“A—aaahhh!” Kyryll’s body shudders as he feels the base of Rerir’s cock in his hole.
“So full, Rerir…. so full.” Kyryll couldn’t comprehend anymore as Rerir moves inside him.
The steady pace and the plap-plap-plap sound make Kyryll lose his mind.
The guttural groans of Rerir filling his ear.
That man is also chasing his ecstasy.
“Rerir, Rerir, Rerir, Rerir, Ah, ah, ahh..”
The man below him increase his speed.
“Smack”
“Smack”
“Smack”
“Plap”
“Plap”
“Plap”
The meeting of Rerir’s balls and Kyryll’s skin echoed throughout the room.
“NGHHH!! Rerir, slow down, slow down.”
“You sure? Don’t you like when I fuck you hard and raw like this?”
Kyryll cries himself out loud, he can feel his ass is already numb—even so swollen and sore.
“No more, Rerir, no more.” Kyryll writhes his body.
“You said no more but you clenched up your hole? How should I trust you?” Rerir mocks while purposely touching the bulge of Kyryll’s slim abdomen, where his dick going inside out as he moves, “Look at you, so good swallowing my dick, Kyryll.”
“Rerir…” Kyryll cries out loud—he forgets that Rerir’s stamina can last for hours non stop.
He recalls back when they were still together Rerir usually fucks him the entire night until morning and even though Kyryll was passed out, Rerir still fucking him mercilessly.
“Plap”
“plap”
“plap”
The harsh thrusts Rerir makes is a sign that he is nearing his climax.
His breath becomes hotter and his tempo becomes rougher and erratic.
“Huft… I—I’m close, you want me to cum inside or outside?”
“H-aanngh—just… anywh—ere you like it.”
“Fine, inside then.”
With a few more thrusts Rerir finally cums in him, and at the same time Kyryll ejaculates—back arching.
Torrents of whites milking Kyryll’s inside like he wants to breed him.
“You’re gonna make me pregnant with this much cum.” Flins pants hard.
Rerir still pumping his last few drops of his seed before rolling back to Kyryll’s side. “You sure?”
Kyryll laughs playfully, “Of course. Don’t you wanna see me round and full of your kids.”
Some of Rerir’s gush was leaking out of Kyryll’s gaping butt, so Rerir scoops it back before put it back in. He smirks, “Interesting, I’ll consider about that later.”
“So you’ve got the role you dreamed of, already sober, had breakfast, even a good fuck from your ex. What else do you want?” asks Rerir
Precisely, what are we right now?
“Stay here.”
Rerir tilts his head, “Huh?”
“You stay here, don’t leave me.”
“You’re asking me to get back with you?”
“Yeah… I was too selfish, egoistic and jealousy that time. Seeing you doing that, achieve this, it all makes me drown in anger. I only envy you, meanwhile you support all of my efforts. I was too reckless and dumb to see that you want me to stand on my two feet while you supporting me from the back. I was too buried in my own hatred towards your success, I failed to see it.”
Rerir stares at him seriously.
“After we broke up, all I feel is lost. I lost you, I lost half of myself and to rearrange my life, I need to crawl high and lows so I can get in the position that I want now. I was just too foolish and childish, Rerir.”
“Honestly, I don’t deserve you at all. But my hatred is as big as my love for you. I feel empty and hollow after I left you. I’m sorry, Rerir, I should’ve told you my insecurities and inferiorities from start, not accumulate it into source of my hatred. I shouldn’t have blamed you for my failures.”
And Kyryll can feel his burden these 5 years was vanish away.
Rerir sighs, holding Kyryll’s hand, “I, too, maybe, was insensitive that time. I want to prove to you that as long as we’re together we can achieve everything. But maybe my pace wast too fast, so I didn’t realize I left you alone. I was reckless too, Kyryll, I’m sorry.”
“But I believe you’re not the same Kyryll anymore don’t you? People grows up, and so do you, huh?”
“Yeah. I believe I’m matured now.”
“Too bad, you were literally just crying as I fuck you.” teases Rerir.
“Kyryll throws his pillow towards Rerir, “Fucking pervert!!!”
Rerir laughs, “I guess I just have to fuck you so deep and hard to cast away your insecurities, Kyryll.
“Don’t you dare.” Kyryll gives Rerir a death glare.
“Come on, make-up fuck wasn’t that bad either no?”
“Shut up!” Kyryll distancing himself from Rerir.
Rerir rolls back to pinning him.
“W-What?” Kyryll asks when Rerir stares at him with some ulterior motives.
“Nothing,” Rerir drops his weight above Kyryll’s body.
“So heavy.” Protests Kyryll, but he hugs Rerir’s neck anyway. “Fuck, I still love you, Rerir.”
“Me too.”
“Let’s grow together, stronger, this time.”
Rerir kisses Kyryll’s lips as a seal for their promise.
Feeling mischievous, Rerir inserts his still-hard dick into Kyryll’s hole again.
“Agh!—No more, Rerir.”
“Why? You said you want to get pregnant?“
”You said you WILL consider it?”
Rerir already moves a bit, inside.
“We need to get up.”
Rerir moves again, deeper.
“A-haaah… You said—you wanted to leave—hhhnh—go… back—ahh—to your house?”
“Changed my mind anyway. Why go back if I already have my home here.”
“Ahhh—Rerir, dee—per, h—arder.” Kyryll moans under Rerir.
“Fuck, Rerir—Ahhh—Uhhh—you pervert bastard!!”
The bigger man only laughs at his mock.
“Re—Rerir, fas—ter, Rerir.” Moans Kyryll, writhing.
In the end, they fucked three days long non-stop like dogs in heat.
Well, besides his sore, swollen, and gaping hole that makes Kyryll must use an icepack and can’t sit properly for the next 4 days, he will consider this as ‘make-up time’ for the lost 5 years…
—END
Intermezzo:
*Varka comes back to the group after he leaves Flins with Rerir*
“Why are you alone? You said you wanted to find Flins?” Nefer asks him, before sipping her drink.
“Yeah, I did.”
“And where is he now?” This time Ineffa asks, looking around just to find that Flins couldn’t be found.
“We met Rerir near the toilet and he said he will take Flins home, so I entrusted Flins to—.”
“Say that again.” Lauma cuts him off.
“Huh, Flins is going home with Rerir?”
Nefer, Lauma and Ineffa tap their own foreheads.
“We’re done, definitely done. Flins gonna be so mad tomorrow.” Lauma already thinks the worst.
“What? Why? I honestly thought they just barely meet?”
“You don’t know, Varka?” Nefer squints her eyes.
“Know…. what?”
Ineffa sighs, “Flins deliberately avoided Rerir the whole night!”
“And why is that so…?” Varka asks innocently.
“Does he know? Does he not know?” The girls talk to each other.
Nefer was the one open her mouth, “They were exes, Varka!”
“Ohhh…. shoot!!! I don’t know!” Varka gasps in surprise. “Should we go get him back?”
“It’s too late, they probably already smooching around… anywhere…. somewhere”
“Uh… Okay.” Varka scratches his head, really not knowing if he already made a mistake or not.