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It was the afternoon, and most in the manor already had their lunch. Florian decided to go for a walk in the yard after his late lunch for some time in the sun’s warmth.
As he walks towards the front doors from the dining hall, Florian realized he hasn’t seen Richard since this morning.
The two of them have made a routine out of greeting each other in the morning beside the stairs. Then they go off for whatever tasks they had for the day.
Florian continues to walk around, his mind still occupied by the silver-haired man. Where is he right now? Did he have lunch? Did he even eat today? The man was quite skinny.
“Probably in his room reading..” Florian mumbles the most probable conclusion to himself.
Richard had recently become quite interested in Florian’s book collection. So, he is currently borrowing a few of them.
Since then he has been quite focused on reading. Perhaps he wants to have more things in common with the investigator.
Florian makes his way back inside the grand building, happily humming a tune. Some sunshine always put him in a good mood.
Once inside, he hurries up the stairs to where the dorms are. He was eager to find this knightly bookworm. He walks up to Richard’s room lightly knocking at the door, but he lets himself in before anyone could answer.
“I had a feeling you’d be cooped up in here.”
“Mm” Richard hums absentmindedly in response to Florian’s obnoxiously loud voice. He was sitting with his legs crossed, book in hand, on the large green armchair beside the wooden bookshelf.
Florian liked that chair. It had a floral pattern in a darker, shiny green.
Florian gently shuts the door behind him, eyeing Richard with curiosity and anticipation.
“How has your day been? Eaten anything yet?”
Richard pays little mind to Florian as he flips the page of the book in his hands.
Florian walks up to Richard effortlessly pulling the book out of his hands, and places it haphazardly onto a random row on the shelf.
“Hey, I’m talking to you here! Also that book is mine, so I don’t appreciate you using it to ignore me.”
It’s about time Richard paid more attention to him.
Richard, unamused, glares up at the
man looming over him whose smile went ear to ear.
“It’s not like you need it. And no I haven’t ate yet—not hungry.”
He paused for a few short seconds.
“Why are you smiling so hard..?”
“I’m simply in a good mood! And in that case, why don’t we eat something together.” Florian did just eat, but he didn’t have very much for lunch. He had space for Richard.
Richard crosses his arms and tilts his head at the other, raising an eyebrow.
“I just said I wasn’t hungry. Maybe for dinner, would that please you?” He already knew the answer to that.
Florian smiles at him once again. “Alright, works with me.”
Richard is now noticing the small distance between them, and the fact he is practically trapped in this chair.
“Hey, are you going to let me get up?”
He was asking a question, but it sounded more like a demand than anything else.
Florian thought this was funny because Richard could very easily push him out of the way.
“And if I don’t?” He teases with a wide grin on his face.
Florian inches in closer, keeping eye contact. “Well..” Richard trails off, focused on the blond’s face. Then Florian suddenly puts his hands on Richard’s waist.
His eyes widen, he glances down at the other’s hands about to pry them off, and looks back up.
“What do you think you’re doing?!”Florian starts tickling at the man’s sides causing him to end his sentence at a higher octave.
Richard squirms under the blond’s grip, telling him to quit it in between laughs he couldn’t control.
“Florian, I will kick you!”
He threatened Florian while attempting to pry his attacking hands away, and started to raise on of his legs.
Florian pulls back from Richard listening to his threat. He throws his head back a bit while laughing.
“You know Richard, you easily could have pushed me out of the way. Isn’t a knight supposed be strong?” He leans forward again with his hands on his hips.
“Shut up. I was about to.”
Richard frowned, however it quickly faded into a small smile.
“You’re avoiding the question.”
Florian finds Richard’s change in attitude intriguing.
Florian starts moving to stand up straight, but Richard quickly yanks him back down by the arm. Florian’s balance is thrown off by this, and he comes very close to falling headfirst into the knight’s chest.
Luckily, he caught himself by planting his other hand on the chair’s armrest.
A blush started to creep up the blond’s neck and ears. He pulls his head up to look at the silver-haired man. He felt like he wanted to say something, but his unwavering gaze was distracting.
Richard now had a smug look on his face. One side of his smile higher than the other, his eyes narrowed.
“Don’t you want to know what I’d do if you didn’t move?”
Florian would be lying if he said no.
Richard grabs Florian by his shirt collar, bringing his ear close to his mouth. Florian’s ears feel like they’re on fire, and the feeling spreads to his face in an instant. He can only pay attention to Richard’s hot breath against his ear.
“I want you to stay.” Richard whispered into his ear softly. This sent a shiver down Florians spine. He whipped his head to face Richard, his cheeks bright red. Richard felt his face flush a bit at the sight.
“Oh really?” Florian coughed out attempting to regain his composure.
“I thought you were angry with me.” He chuckled anxiously.
“That was only because you were ticking me.” Richard smiles.
“I see..”Florian rubs the back of his neck.
The two of them were awfully close, Florian’s entire face felt hot. He also felt awkward crouched over Richard like this. So, he stood back up swiftly.
Richard stands up with him, he had an idea.
“Are you leaving?” He questioned the investigator, prodding at his shoulder with a small pout on his face.
“Well, no.” To be honest, the investigator only got up because didn’t want his back to hurt from staying like that.
Richard takes Florian’s hand and turns him around, making his back face the chair.
“Hm?” Florian goes along with it, curious to see out whatever the other was planning.
Richard shoves Florian into the seat with one quick movement. He then positions himself sitting over the other’s legs, his knees pushing into the cushion.
Florian looked up at the man over him. He noticed how Richard’s ears had a pinkish hue to them. He smiles at that—it was cute.
“You enjoy this, don’t you Mr. Brand.”
Richard places one hand on the armrest, and trails a finger along the blond man’s chest.
“How could I not..”
Florian isn’t quite sure where to put his hands. He settles for Richard’s legs that straddle him in the armchair.
His heart was pounding. Richard could probably hear it too—he is on top of him. His lidded, mismatched eyes stared at him and nothing else.
Richard then moves both of his hands to Florian’s hips, fidgeting with his waistband. Florian’s breath hitches.
Vulnerable to Richard’s touch, he doesn’t know what to expect. All he knows is his heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest at the suspense.
“Hey, Richard wai-“ The investigator lets out a small yelp as his cold fingers start tickling his skin.
“Nono! Stop! This isn’t fair-“ Florian struggles under the knight, his legs stuck between the knees that pressed into them.
“This is revenge!” Richard proclaims a bit childishly, but the phrase was knightly on its own. He continues to tickle Florian’s sides and stomach—sneaking underneath his shirt.
Florian can’t help but squirm around. His attempts to grab Richard’s hands and stop him were to no avail.
“Stop- please, no more! You win, okay!”
Richard stops, but says sitting on top of Florian. He looks rather pleased with himself as he moves a hand up to play with Florian’s hair. His locks are messy, and have a slight curl at the ends.
Florian, taking note of how Richard doesn’t budge, wraps his arms around him ensuring that he doesn’t fall. He interlocks his fingers and rests them against the other’s lower back.
“I think you’re more ticklish than me, Florian.” Richard’s head tilts to the side slightly.
“You’re so unfair. I never went under your shirt!” Florian quickly retorts shaking his head slightly.
“Oh I’m so, so sorry.”
Richard’s tone is a mocking one as he leans in closer towards Florian’s face. He then cups his face with both hands, slowly caressing his skin. His thumb softly grazed at the edge of the bandages covering the blond’s missing eye. He was curious what it looked like—another time.
“Will you forgive me?” He was almost whispering as his demeanor shifted to sincerity. It was something trivial—yet he took it so seriously. His gaze moved onto Florian’s lips.
“Of course. But I have one condition.”
“..Do tell” Richard brought his eyes back up at Florian’s awaiting whatever request he had.
“It’s quite simple. Come down with me for a bite to eat after this.”
Florian kept steady hand on Richard’s back, his other hand moving up to the man’s silver hair then tucking a few strands behind his ear.
“As you wish.”
Richard brushed his thumb across Florian’s bottom lip. He then pushed his head to the side by the chin, and pressed their lips together.
Florian immediately brought his hands to the nape of Richard’s neck as he melts into the touch. He deepened
the kiss aggressively, desperate to have their bodies close as possible.
Richard pulls away—barely, and scoots farther up now sitting on Florian’s lap. He returns to the kiss and runs his tongue along the blond’s lips—who then let out a small noise in response.
Florian reciprocates—gliding his tongue across Richard’s top teeth, then deeper into his mouth.
Their tongues slide and swirled against each other until they were forced to part due to the lack of oxygen.
A thin strand of saliva, similar to that of a spider’s string, stretched between their mouths as they parted. They were both panting for air, faces flushed a deep red.
Florian yearned for more—he peppered kisses along Richard’s jaw stopping at the mole on his chin. Florian moved down to Richard’s neck planting a few more kisses. He undid a few buttons on Richard’s shirt, then ran his tongue along his clavicle. Richard let out a small gasp at this, gripping onto Florian’s shoulders.
Florian then grazed the bone with his teeth, lightly biting down. Richard’s heart was like a drum, thumping loudly in his ears. Florian licked and suckled in between each bite, earning him more gasps and groans from the silver-haired man.
Florian smiled as he pulled away to look at Richard—his clothes and hair were disheveled yet he looked ethereal.
Richard smiles back at the investigator and pats him on the shoulder.
“You’re lucky my most of my shirts cover my neck.”
Richard complained at how Florian’s bites had left several marks.
“You don’t want anyone else to see?” Florian grins with his sharp canines peaking out.
“Just who do you take me for. Of course not.” He looks at Florian offended with his brows furrowed.
Florian chuckles at this. Obviously he wouldn’t, but he wanted to hear Richard say it aloud.
“Okay, whatcha wanna have for dinner?”
Richard ponders for a short moment, looking out the window. “Anything is fine.”
Florian buttoned back up Richard shirt and touched up his hair back into place. “Let’s go see what they have right now.”
Richard then got up from the plush chair, offering his hand to help Florian up.
After ensuring they looked presentable enough to not diminish their reputations within the manor, the two of them made their way down to the dining hall.
They ate sitting across from each other as the other guests started gathering ‘round the table with their respective meals.
Only the mysterious “knight” and well acclaimed fire investigator knew of the.. activities they just indulged in.