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The fight at Capital City was certainly interesting, to say the least—Wemmbu acting as a chaos agent and genuinely levelling the whole city to the ground, what was he even doing? Had law meant nothing to him? Yet he couldn't help being worried aside from his anger, Wemmbu was someone he still considered as a friend, and he did help him out.
But it really seemed like he wasn't phased at all, shutting down any of Flame’s attempts to talk to him, and then flying away when he was done—And for whatever reason Parrot’s army also turned on them??? This war had been so ridiculous—Actually has been since the start. So pointless and entirely avoidable, how did he and Lomedy both get into this whole mess. He can't even find where Parrot is.
Turning to look at the bunny who has been fighting by his side the whole time, “Lomedy… this is so silly. Can we go home?” He lets out a sigh.
Lomedy's expression was also exasperated, he was clearly also fed up over the whole thing. “Where do we go?” Right. He still thinks his farm is blown up—It’d be a nice surprise when he returns to see it fixed, especially after the whole draining war affairs.
“The farm—You fixed it?” His tone was laced with surprise as he stopped walking to face him.
He faced him back before saying, “Yeah, do you like it?” His excitement mixed with anticipation had bled into his whole disposition, making him genuinely smile for the first time in a while.
“Thank you.” It was two simple words, the reaction he got from a repair job that had taken him several days but if given the chance, he would willingly spend all that time and do it again. They continue walking down the path leading to their house before entering, Lomedy taking a seat on their couch and he follows—The same couch that he'd sat on so many times whilst pondering about where Lomedy is and how's he doing and if he's—
The bunny turned to face him, “Flame I—” He didn't even let him finish his sentence before he cupped the bunny’s face in between his hands and leaned in for a kiss.
It had been so long—Countless sleepless nights spent on worrying. He had missed him so badly that his whole body had felt so relieved when he'd seen the bunny again. Alive and safe. The culmination of both of their feelings all melts into the kiss that they're sharing. Much more effective than words could ever convey right now. He lets go of the other party, looking down at his beautiful face, Flame gently wipes the saliva from the corner of Lomedy's mouth with his thumb. His hand then moved from his face to cover his back in an embrace.
He then presses his nose against Lomedy's and says, “I miss you—” He lowered his head even more to bury his face in his shoulder.
“I missed you so bad,” His voice was muffled, still pressed against his shoulder.
I missed you. I missed you everyday—Missed you until my entire body ached. I kept searching for you, and I kept seeing you in my dreams. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I failed you. I'm sorry for being selfish.
He feels Lomedy return his embrace, patting his back—It feels like all the time he had spent searching for him was worth it. He raises his head and breaks off the embrace. He wasn't really sure on how to continue, what if Lomedy just leaves him again later? What if he disappeared for real this time and completely avoided him?
Lomedy looked around the room that was definitely not how he'd left it a couple months ago, “Have you been living here all this time?”
“Umm yeah—You know… my base got blown up by some guy and I just, I haven't gotten around to fixing it.”
“I'm sorry Flame, I thought about—Coming back and I wanted to see you. But then, I thought that you would definitely stop me.”
Flame furrows his brows and quickly says, “If it made you happy I wouldn't ever get in the way at all”
“Yeah… I'm sorry—”
He pushes Lomedy down on the couch, pinning him between his arms and starts kissing him again. The bunny was effectively kissed until he couldn't breathe—In between kisses he finally couldn't help but ask, “Did you miss me?” His gaze was darting between Lomedy's golden eyes and his glistening lips—And then when he saw the way Lomedy was looking up at him in a daze, his ears completely drooped, he looked so vulnerable. Oh—His elbows briefly gave out, he almost toppled right on top of the bunny. But he still hadn't received an answer. Continuing his onslaught of kisses, he needed to find a better way to convince Lomedy to never leave again.
Picking him up from the couch and then laying him down on their bed, just seeing Lomedy breathless beneath him, fuck. He keeps getting reminded just how much he loves this one person, just looking back and reminiscing about their coincidental first meeting—Whatever he did that somehow lead him to randomly stumble upon his farm, and how the bunny had sternly told him off for bringing angry players and killing them at his farm. It had really piqued his interest in the farmer—But he never could've predicted it developing this way, yet he's really not mad at it, not even a little bit. He was kneeling on the bed, with Lomedy beneath him—It feels something like reverence, he'd knelt in front of countless powerful leaders, yet Lomedy is the one and only person he believes in, the only one that he worships with his whole heart.
Lomedy whines, “Flamee… Are you just gonna stare?”
He unties his blindfold, “Give me your hands,” Lomedy seems confused, but he goes along with it, much like how he goes along with whatever of Flame’s antics. Raising his hands in a ‘surrender’ gesture with his palms out—
“Not like that, just hold your hands out together and okay,” Grabbing Lomedy's wrists in one hand and then laying his blindfold on them with the other, he quickly restrained his wrists together, tying knots with the blindfold. Lomedy still seems to be quite unsure on what he was doing, Flame tugs the blindfold upwards, briefly lifting Lomedy up before landing on the bed again,
“Wh—” He's still looking up at him, and it feels like he has all the power on Lomedy. Lifting his arms above his head, he proceeded to tie the other end of the blindfold to the bed. Kissing him again, making his way down from his lips, to his jaw, to his neck, and sucking little marks along the way—His hands lifting Lomedy's sweater, feeling the soft plush skin of his waist underneath it, and also triggering Lomedy's ticklish reflexes.
Lomedy closes one of his eyes before whining again, “Mmm… Hurry up,” His hands traveled upwards, gently pinching the bunny's sensitive nipples as he moaned in response. Every little noise was going from his ears straight to his dick, making the bulge in his pants grow harder.
“Fuck, Lomedy—” He's so weak when all he can see is the beautiful sight of how Lomedy keens to his onslaught of stimulation, pinching and rubbing until his nipples feels raw, just to abruptly stop and hears him whine again. He wisely decides to finally take off all of their clothes, all except Lomedy's sweater—If he wasn't so distracted, the bunny would definitely be upset at the risk of staining his favourite sweater. Grabbing the lube from their nightstand drawer, he pours out a good amount in his hand before warming it up so it's not uncomfortably cold.
As he slowly inserted one finger into Lomedy's hole, slowly stretching him out, he couldn't help but ask, “Why did you—Why’d you train fighting?”
“Fuck—I was fighting in a war?”
“Who trained you?”
“That bird guy—Ngh… Flame hurry up…”
“ShoeBilly?? Fuck. He's such a loser, why didn't you go to me?” He can't even be all that jealous logically—All of Cindercrest are just pure losers, unworthy of even Lomedy's presence, but there's still a gnawing feeling in his gut—Maybe a build up of anxiety from the past couple of months,
“? You weren't even there,”
Right he wasn't there. So he needs to make up for it right? Inserting a second finger in, Lomedy's hole felt so tight around his fingers. Moving them in and out of his hole, twisting and spreading them to gently spread his rim, watching Lomedy squirm under him.
He suddenly let out a moan, “Flame…” His voice trails off into more of a whine. Flame rubs his fingers against the same spot again, listening to Lomedy gasping as he moves faster. Thrusting a third finger in, all he can do is admire how pretty Lomedy sounds as he stretches out his tiny hole. His cock was already leaking fluids at the tip just by hearing the bunny.
“Why didn't you learn to fight then—Back when Spongs attacked your farm.”
Lomedy looks at him with glassy eyes, his face flushed as his lips parted slightly, “Why would I fight myself when my boyfriend is the immortal demon?”
“So you admit we didn't break up?”
Thrusting his fingers in and out of Lomedy and fucking him faster, “Please… please, ngh…” All he could do was beg and plead, already out of breath.
Ignoring the way his own cock twitched, he still couldn't bear the thought of hurting Lomedy, “Just wait. Be patient, okay…” His breathing grew deeper, still spreading his fingers in him and stretching him out some more before finally pulling them out—He poured some more lube onto his hand and stroked his own cock, spreading it all over it. He watched as Lomedy's golden eyes followed his every movement.
Flame didn't say anything, just holding his legs open as he pressed his cock against his entrance. Placing a short kiss on his mouth, he hears Lomedy let out a whine, throwing his head back against the bed as he thrust the head of his cock inside. Pressing it in a little more, he suddenly pulled it back out to teasingly rub it around his rim—Lomedy whined as he tried to thrust his hips against him, but he held them down so all he could do was wait patiently for whatever’s given to him.
So pretty. That's all Flame can think about as he watches Lomedy when all he can do is writhe and squirm.
“Ple—Please… In me, ahh…” Lomedy's voice was breathless and trembling from the pleasure. His pleading words are the best thing that Flame had ever heard. He slowly patted Lomedy's hair, tucking in some of his hair behind his ears, before moving to touch the soft bunny ears.
“You have four ears,”
“Wow, Sherlock over he—” His words were abruptly cut when Flame thrusted deeper into him, knocking all the air out of his lungs. Flame watched as Lomedy's tight hole gets fucked open, thrusting in and out whilst going deeper each time—Lomedy felt so tight around him. When he pushed it deeper again, Lomedy wailed, throwing his head back in pleasure. He started fucking him harder and faster, making sure to accurately hit that spot everytime. The bunny’s eyes became glossier, almost crying from pleasure, pathetically rubbing his bound wrists in a futile attempt to free the restraints. Lomedy pushed his hips against him, taking more and more of his cock every thrust. His hole stretched wider as his cock fucked deeper into him. Flame finally thrust his cock all the way in, and Lomedy whined and trembled as he was completely filled up, his hole clenching around his cock. They were both breathing faster rapidly, and the temperature of the room climbed higher.
“You good?” The tight wet heat of Lomedy's hole around his cock felt so good, he almost couldn't help but thrust into him roughly, but he was so afraid of hurting him, not daring to move until he made sure the other was comfortable.
Lomedy's breathing eventually slowly evened out, “Yes, please… ah—” He didn't need to be asked twice, kissing the bunny and sucking more marks on his neck and collarbones, he pulled out and thrust back inside, causing Lomedy to tremble and moan out—He started fucking him harder, going as deep as he can, listening to Lomedy’s moans get louder. He doesn't seem to be hurt, and he was taking his cock so well. Lomedy's legs had even wrapped around him, his heels digging into his back as if he wanted him to go deeper, trying to pull him closer.
He stares at Lomedy's eyes underneath his eyelashes, trying to blink away some of the moisture in his eyes, yet it all collected and formed a tear, finally dropping from the corner of his eyes—Flame immediately wipes them off gently with his thumb,
“Don’t cry,” He'd spoken with a tone that was so unusually gentle, unlike the impression that he usually leaves on everybody else—The one of ruthlessness and a cold-blooded killer. But with Lomedy, he's as gentle as possible, his thrusts gradually slowing down in order to not overwhelm the other too much. Holding Lomedy in his arms, soothing his trembling body underneath his soft sweater.
“I’m not… ‘m not crying, go faster…”
“Are you sure?” He can't help but feel helpless, he doesn't want to hurt Lomedy anymore, not again, ever. But the bunny nods at his question, as he leans back slowly watching his cock filling up Lomedy again—He notices how Lomedy's stomach would bulge every time he thrust, his cock was reaching so deep into him that it was visibly outlined from the outside—Fuck.
Self restraint is a good quality that Flame has. Sometimes. And it's so crucial right now when his mind is getting dizzier at the thought of Lomedy's stomach swelling with his cock, and how it’d swell more when he fills him up with his cum. He inevitably gives in to his desires, thrusting harder into him. He wants to keep hearing Lomedy's pretty sounds, making him feel so good that he'd never ever thought of leaving him again, that nobody could ever compete with him.
He could tell that Lomedy was close to coming—So he kept up his pace of fucking him fast, making sure to hit that spot that makes him feel good and cry out harder. He could feel the way Lomedy's body kept trembling, his hole tightening around his cock. Lomedy's sweet moans turned into desperate whines, his eyes closing as he came all over his sweater.
Flame can't help the way he's admiring Lomedy's disheveled appearance—The boy that he worships looking absolutely wrecked—His hair sweaty and the way he looked up at him with his golden eyes half-lidded and hazy from the pleasure. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, kissing him over and over as he thrusts harder into Lomedy, his breathing becoming erratic and irregular.
A low moan escaped out of his mouth as he came inside of Lomedy, filling him up with his cum—His hole tightened against his cock, squeezing him as if making sure he'd get filled up by every last drop. He thrust deeper, fucking his cum deeper into Lomedy's tight hole before gradually slowing down.
Flame sighed before praising the bunny, “Fuck, baby—I love you so much… so pretty,” Looking at the bulge in his stomach that did indeed grow with his cum filling him up—So perfect. He pulls out, watching as the sticky fluid slowly trickles out of his hole—Watching as Lomedy's hole clenches around nothing as if trying to hold all the cum inside of him. He couldn't help but probe around, using two of his fingers to gather some of the fluid leaking out of him and pushing them back in, and then using his thumb to circle around his swollen rims. Lomedy shifted on the bed in response, letting out soft whines from the overstimulation.
He finally decides to untie Lomedy's hands from the bed, throwing his crumpled blindfold on the floor. Lomedy's hands immediately moved to rub his reddened wrists.
Flame held them in his hands, gently bringing them up to his face and kissing them, “Did I tie it too tight? I'm sorry.”
“You didn't ask in the beginning?? Why did you do that anyways,” Lomedy's voice was hoarse, pulling back his hands from Flame’s grasps.
“Wanted to make sure you couldn't escape.”
“And where would I go? This is my farm.”
Tackling the bunny in an embrace, he nuzzles against his neck before mumbling a short “Whatever.” They lay there for a while, just enjoying the presence of the others. Until Lomedy had a sudden realization—
“Wait you didn't even take my sweater off—You,” He moved to throw a light punch at him, and the blaze knew he deserved it.
“I'll wash it later… Just chill ‘kay?”
Lomedy pauses for a while before saying, “Okay—’m sorry. I missed you too,” It was an answer to his earlier question. And they both know he's not really all that mad over the sweater.
Kissing Lomedy's neck whilst they're embracing each other, he really felt just how long it had been. And he doesn't really want to ever spend time separated from Lomedy again.
“I think like, being around you changed my perspective and clouded my judgement. I just thought that violence could solve the problems but yeah, I don't know.” He whispered in quiet admission.
“I'm sorry…”
“That's not your fault, I was just so stressed honestly.”
“So then what?”
“I mean. I'll keep farming… and you can come back to me anytime, after fights, or when you miss me,” Lomedy moved his hand to pat his head before playing with his hair.
He giggled slightly before continuing, “Yeah I'll be your stay at home wife.”
Flame suddenly looks up from his burrowing spot in Lomedy's neck—“My wife???”
“Okay well. Give me a proper proposal first… and I'll consider it…”