Freminet makes his way down the hallway of the Flagship.
Since Father brought him and his siblings to Nod-Krai, he’s been coming here often, which is odd for him. It’s unlike Freminet to go out of his comfort zone, to seek another’s company, let alone stay out of the ocean for too long. But when Lyney had the bright idea of visiting Nasha Town—after Sandrone inevitably kicked them out when they’d finished repairing her machines—he happened to meet a new friend of the Traveler’s.
Durin: a boy with horns, wings, and a tail, very much resembling a character Freminet might find in a fairytale.
Durin is almost as bad with social interaction as Freminet is, but even so, that shared trait brought them closer together. Befriending Durin was the fastest Freminet has ever gotten to know anyone. He learned of Durin’s past and his ties to Mondstadt. Hearing about how he lives presently made Freminet see a lot of himself in him: a lot of trying to understand other people, and somehow feeling even more distant from them as a result.
The next couple of times Lyney dragged him to the Flagship, he’d run into Durin, who would smile familiarly, slide into the seat next to him, and continue to tell him of his tales. Freminet later found out that he was staying in the lodging attached to the Flagship. And, even though he should have returned to Fontaine with his siblings by now and minded his business, Freminet sort of… hasn’t brought himself to leave Nod-Krai just yet.
Because a certain dragon keeps drawing him in.
Somehow, he convinced Sandrone to let him stay with her in the meantime. It wasn’t easy. Everyone in Nod-Krai was trying to stop Rerir, and Sandrone is notoriously bad at hiding that she actually cares about Freminet (and Lyney and Lynette, to a far lesser degree). But knowing Durin was part of Nod-Krai’s forces, Freminet didn’t take no for an answer.
Sleeping was difficult until he heard of their success. Ever since, Freminet has been itching to visit him…
So, he walks down the hall until he sees the number on the door that he knows currently belongs to Durin.
With cold hands, he knocks. There’s a quiet pause, no sudden movements on the other side of the door. Freminet wonders if he might be disturbing him. It’s dark out now, so he could be resting, he thinks. Feeling sheepish, he turns to leave, but the door creaks open behind him.
“Freminet?” He hears, and a pair of fiery eyes peek at him from around the door.
Durin’s mouth curls into a small smile when Freminet makes eye contact with him. His heart skips a beat. Freminet coughs lightly, trying to swallow the feeling down.
He straightens himself out, looking away. “Hi Durin… um, is this a bad time?”
“Not at all,” Durin says, voice gentle and calming. He opens the door more. “Want to come in?”
Freminet nods, and Durin steps aside for him.
Durin’s room is the same as any other in the tavern, save for some of his colorful drawings on the table and outerwear hanging over the chair. The door shuts, and Freminet turns to Durin. He has his black undershirt on. His lack of sleeves makes his arms much more visible than usual.
Suddenly, Freminet becomes all too aware of how heated the room is. He chalks it up to the fact that he had forgone wearing his usual wetsuit underneath his outer coat. It’s not very suitable for Nod-Krai weather, so he has a warmer pair of pants on.
It definitely has nothing to do with Durin’s presence…
“I didn’t know you were around,” Durin says, stepping closer.
Freminet notices a flash of Durin’s fangs as he speaks.
“Oh, only today…” He looks away, shrugging off his coat and folding it over in his arms. “I wanted to pay you a visit… if that’s okay.”
“Always.” Durin takes his coat, warm, bare fingers brushing Freminet’s, and lays it over the second chair in the room. He glances back. “Are your hands still cold?”
Freminet follows his fiery gaze down to where he’s holding his pale, reddened fingers in his palm.
“It’s fine.” He shakes his head. “It’s… warm in here.”
Still, Durin steps closer to him, slowly reaching out and taking Freminet’s hands. The little graze of his hands against Freminet’s could not have prepared him for just how warm Durin is, now that he’s holding him. It nearly makes Freminet’s hands burn from the sudden temperature difference.
If that wasn’t enough, Durin brings his hands toward his face, blowing warm air into his palms. Heat rushing to his cheeks, Freminet looks up at him—really, Durin is only an inch or two taller, but his horns make him seem much more.
This sort of touch isn’t unusual for them. He’s found that Durin is actually quite touchy with people he’s close to. Perhaps it’s because he perceives touch differently than humans. Regardless of the reason, Freminet feels his heart race.
Durin’s eyes rise from his hands to Freminet’s eyes, swirls of red and pink and purple meeting periwinkle. “Is this better…?”
Freminet sucks in a breath. “Y-Yeah, it is.” He pulls his hands away, flexing his fingers. “Not as numb…”
“Good.” Durin beams and gives Freminet a once-over. “Oh, you can get more comfortable if you’d like.”
The dragon boy passes him to sit on the bed, hand patting beside him in offer of a seat. Freminet opts to toe off his boots first.
“Um, by the way…” Freminet starts.
Durin can be so distracting without even trying. Freminet almost forgot his entire purpose for coming all this way. Which may be a good thing, seeing as Durin seems well. Maybe Freminet should stop worrying so much.
Like that will happen, he thinks, setting his shoes aside.
“Hmm?” Durin idly hums, bringing his knees up to wrap his arms around.
“I heard about everything that’s happened…” Freminet joins him on the bed. “How are you doing?”
“Ah, I’m good now. Maybe a little tired?” He rests his cheek on his knee. “Albedo made me rest a lot, so I feel about as normal as I usually do.”
The tension in his shoulders, of which Freminet didn’t even realize he was holding, relaxes a bit upon hearing his answer.
“Do I make you worry?” Durin tilts his head into Freminet’s line of sight.
“Well…” Freminet feels his face heat up again. “Sometimes. Because I care about you… Is that weird?”
“No.” Durin smiles warmly and scoots just a little closer. “It’s not like I know what qualifies as weird anyway.” He thoughtfully presses a finger to his chin. “Except maybe… me?”
“You’re not,” Freminet argues, but he finds himself holding back a giggle.
His shoulders shake as he huffs out a quiet laugh regardless, and Durin leans in closer, as if he doesn’t want to miss the sound, showing fangs with a toothy grin. He bumps Freminet’s temple with his own. The gesture makes Freminet’s chest swell. He knows dragons show fondness by bumping horns, but Durin obviously can’t do that with him. This is his compromise.
“I care about you too, you know,” Durin says, sincerity clear in his voice.
Freminet shies away from Durin’s eyes. “I do know…”
“Do you?” Durin asks.
It sounds rhetorical, so Freminet doesn’t answer. Durin sets his feet back down on the floor and turns his body to Freminet. As he leans back in, Freminet can feel the heat of his body grow closer. A small shiver courses through him.
“Can I tell you something?”
His fiery eyes seem to glimmer. Entranced, Freminet nods.
Durin bites his lip, looking pensive. “I think you already know that I… don’t really understand human relationships. I don’t know what’s considered normal or how to differentiate types of connections sometimes. And, feelings are even harder for me to grasp.”
It’s true that Freminet knows this, because he’s heard him talk about it before. They’ve confided in each other and listened to one another many times. Much like he has during those conversations, Freminet nods to show that he’s listening.
“I think the line between ‘friends’ and ‘lovers’ is becoming a little clearer now that I’ve been around you,” he continues.
Freminet tries to ignore the rapid beating of his heart, which he really hopes Durin can’t hear. (Do dragons have exceptional hearing?) He finds it hard to deal with Durin’s honesty, very much unused to anyone other than his siblings wanting to be close with him.
But surely, Durin only means to explain that he understands friendship much better now.
“H-How so?” Freminet prompts.
Durin hesitates, eyes glancing down, and Freminet swears he sees slitted pupils stop on his lips.
“Because whenever we’re together, I feel a strong urge to kiss you,” he whispers.
Freminet sucks in a shaky breath.
That’s not a line he ever expected to come out of Durin’s mouth. He never thought he’d have a chance with him, given his aforementioned confusion around human relationships. Freminet always assumed that Durin’s confusion also extended to human courtship. To think he’d been harboring embarrassment for his unexpected feelings for Durin for basically no reason…
“Then… why don’t you?”
Freminet surprises himself with his forwardness. He can’t help looking at Durin’s lips as he says it, and that must be all the elaboration that the dragon boy needs as Durin cups Freminet’s cheek and captures his lips in a kiss.
His lips feel hot on Freminet’s, and it takes his breath away.
The kiss is not perfect—Freminet needs to tilt his head for their lips to slot together just right—but it’s so sweet and everything Freminet imagined it would be. His lips are soft, and his thumb rubs Freminet’s freckled cheekbone. After a moment, Durin pulls away with lidded eyes, and the sight kickstarts heat in Freminet’s core. He pulls Durin back in by his shirt, gently, like a suggestion, which the dragon seems to happily agree to.
Durin wraps an arm around Freminet’s waist as he kisses him once more. It doesn’t take long for him to learn what to do, and Freminet is thankful that at least he has some past experience to put to use as a demonstrator. Before long, Durin’s fangs are nipping lightly at Freminet’s lips, and as he melts into him, his head fogs over. It’s hard to believe Durin is touching him like this, when he’s dreamed of it so many times before.
But, Freminet still wants more, to feel more of Durin on his lips and on his body.
He shyly licks across Durin’s top lip, and the dragon soon opens his mouth for him. Sparks run down Freminet’s spine when their tongues meet. They gasp almost in unison. His fingers dig into the front of Durin’s shirt as their tongues slide together, thoroughly enjoying the feeling even if it is a little sloppy.
Freminet pulls away for air with a string of spit connecting their mouths. He finds a pink tint across Durin’s face, and he’s sure his own cheeks must match. His pants feel so much tighter than they did a few minutes ago. And, he thinks he’d like nothing more than to have Durin rip them off of him.
“Durin, I-I…” he starts, moving to slip said boy’s warm, strong hands under his shirt. “I want you to touch me.”
Hands begin to roam across his bare skin, and Freminet shivers, goosebumps being left in the wake of Durin’s touch. He’s pulled a bit closer by his waist, allowing Durin to plant an open-mouthed kiss just under his jaw.
“‘Touch’ as in…” Durin’s deep, soft voice in his ear makes Freminet’s face flush. “Sex?”
He feels his dick twitch in his pants. “D-Do you want to…?”
One of Durin’s hands leaves him in favor of tilting his chin, making his eyes meet his.
Durin smiles, a touch shyly. “I want to try.”
Freminet feels butterflies flutter inside his stomach.
Their mouths meet again, and Durin’s lips distract him from the nerves. Much less inhibited, Durin kisses him hungrily, tongue curling into his mouth. Freminet’s whole body shudders. Durin’s tongue feels longer than his… He’s not sure whether that’s a dragon thing or not.
He can’t consider it for long as Durin’s hands ride up his back, taking his shirt with him. They break away so Durin can peel the garment off him. It’s dropped at the edge of the bed. Then, Durin digs an arm under his thighs, and Freminet is airborne.
“Ah…!”
His arms reach for Durin’s shoulders as he’s lifted. He’s moved to the head of the bed, like he weighs nothing. Durin carefully lies him down, hand cradling his head, and crawls over him.
Freminet opens his legs, and Durin automatically moves between them. He wastes no time in running his hands up Freminet’s bare torso, feeling the grooves of his body, and claiming his lips once more. Freminet gasps into his mouth when fingertips glide over his nipple, and he squirms, an embarrassing whine leaving him.
Durin must want to kill him, because he stops kissing him in favor of moving down to lick a stripe over his other nipple.
“Hahh, Durin…” He puts his arm over his eyes, the sensation of Durin’s tongue on his sensitive skin going straight to his dick.
Giving Freminet a break, Durin’s warm hands splay over his abdomen. “Can I take your pants off?”
Freminet sheepishly looks down at him. “Only… if you let me start taking your clothes off, too…”
Durin smiles, coming closer to let Freminet remove his shirt, wings flexing out of the way. Seeing the slightly toned muscle on Durin makes Freminet eager to run his hands all over him. He doesn’t quite get the chance yet as Durin makes quick work of removing his pants and underwear.
Freminet’s dick springs free, already quite erect. “Mmm...!”
Shamelessly, Durin stares at it and curiously grips the base, making Freminet squirm. Although the bit of attention feels nice, he doesn’t want to get too excited yet. Freminet tugs Durin’s biceps to urge him closer, and he complies, letting go and leaning in. He misses the contact, but it’s a small sacrifice—he wants more of Durin’s skin.
Freminet reaches for his waistband, but Durin stops him.
“It—It doesn’t look like yours,” he stammers, eyes wide with worry.
Freminet would only assume that dragon genitalia must be somewhat different from a human’s. But he can’t help thinking about what Durin would look like under his touch, overwhelmed with pleasure. If he looks a little otherworldly, that wouldn’t bother him. It might make pleasuring him more difficult, but at the very least, maybe he’ll enjoy Freminet learning how to touch him…
“That’s okay,” Freminet promises. “I want to see you.”
With some hesitance, Durin lets go of Freminet’s hands, letting him work his pants open. If the tent in his pants is telling, he must be a similar shape to that of the average human, and in a similar state of need as Freminet. Perhaps it’s the latter that makes Durin relent and help to completely remove his own pants.
His dick truly isn’t too far off from Freminet’s, except for the tip being a much brighter pink and having some rings of bumps that span around the shaft. Freminet bites his lip to hold back a moan, thinking that those bumps would probably feel really good inside him. He reaches to take Durin in his hand, giving him slow strokes to feel the shape of him. Immediately, his touch makes Durin’s abdomen tighten and thighs quiver.
“Hnnn, that feels good…” Durin moans.
Freminet’s chest swells with pride, and he works his hand faster. Durin curls over him, wings twitching behind him, and rests his forehead against his. Seemingly getting used to the feeling of someone else’s hand on him, he reaches down and does the same for Freminet.
It’s been some time since he’s felt someone else touching him, so Freminet gasps. His eyes fall shut to focus on the feeling of Durin’s hand coaxing him to full hardness. He must stop moving his own hand due to the distraction, since Durin starts slowly thrusting into it, seeking friction. It makes Freminet moan. If only he were doing that inside him. He reaches up to pull Durin into another needy kiss.
Soon, their hands roam to explore the rest of their bodies, and Durin presses himself flush to Freminet. Their dicks happen to rub against each other, allowing Freminet to feel just how nice those ridges on him are. A moan—louder than he’d like it to be—falls from his mouth.
“Will you put it inside me…?” Freminet asks, a bit quieter.
He can’t help it. It’s something he’s thought about a couple times before, alone in his room at night. But that was also when he didn’t know the shape of Durin’s dick was different… and so hot.
“I’m a bit nervous,” Durin admits, looking at him with a furrowed brow. He pulls back enough to show Freminet the base of his dick, pointing out a slight round bulge he hadn’t noticed earlier. “It, uh… swells? When I get excited…”
Oh.
A… knot?
Freminet twitches. He would love to have Durin inside him anyway—or rather, he would love to because he has a knot. But, Durin seems too nervous for it. Plus, it’s probably because he’s never done it with anyone before, so he doesn’t know what to expect. He might be thinking he’ll hurt Freminet due to his inexperience. He puts the idea in his pocket for later. If tonight is anything to go by, there will be chances to try later.
“It’s alright. We don’t have to now,” he says.
But, I would like to have you inside me another time, he doesn’t say.
Looking less tense, Durin grabs Freminet’s thighs. “I have another idea I want to try…”
Durin positions himself over Freminet, scooting close until their thighs are touching, much like how he’d sit if he did want to try putting his dick inside him. Instead, he presses his body weight down on Freminet and slides his ribbed dick along his shaft.
It’s so good. Freminet’s back arches. It feels even better when Durin tries to wrap his hand around the both of them, increasing the pressure.
“S-Sorry, my hand isn’t quite big enough,” he says, around a restrained whine.
Durin has a bit more girth than Freminet, so he’s not very surprised about that.
“N-No, don’t apologize,” Freminet says, hips bucking. “Hah, it feels good. Keep going…”
The slide of Durin’s ridges against his dick makes Freminet’s head spin. He starts grinding his hips up to meet Durin’s, and the latter lets out a quiet whine. Durin moves his hand underneath to focus on holding Freminet’s dick, and he squeezes their tips together. Freminet’s head flings back into the pillow.
“H-Haaah!” He clutches the pillowcase. “Hnnn, l-like that… mmm!”
Just above his Adam’s apple, Durin bites down and Freminet shivers, feeling where his fangs must have left deep indents in his skin.
Durin strokes their tips together—just slightly, he’s barely able to hold them both—but his tip being a little slimmer than the rest of him helps. Precum leaks out of both of their tips and reduces the friction of both Durin’s hand and his dick sliding against Freminet’s.
Durin’s slick is thicker, and the more it coats them, the tighter Durin grips. It’s good, so fucking good. Freminet’s dick twitches when Durin’s closed fist makes his ridges press harder against him.
Pleasured noises pour out of their mouths, and hearing Durin’s voice in such a filthy manner makes Freminet’s core tighten. It’s maybe not a good idea, but Freminet can’t help looking at him. Watching Durin’s mouth fall open in desperate moans, brow furrowing in pleasure, and lidded eyes focused on the slide of their cocks as he pumps them.
Fuck, Freminet is so close.
“Durin, I-I’m—
It’s then that Durin’s thumb slides over his leaking tip, briefly catching his sensitive slit.
And Freminet cums. Hard.
“A-Ahh…!” His eyes clamp shut, but he can feel how much of a mess he’s making on his chest as Durin continues to slide over him. “F-Fuck! Oh, fuck…!”
He gasps for breath, feeling Durin stop moving. At least, he almost does. As he kisses Freminet’s face, open-mouthed and sloppy, he can feel Durin’s hips shaking, desperately trying not to move and failing somewhat. Freminet looks up to find a very flushed Durin, looking at him with pleading eyes.
“You… You don’t have to stop,” Freminet pants. “Want you… to finish.”
“Yeah…?” Durin whines, breathy, hips rutting forward and making Freminet squirm. He nips his jaw. “Can I flip you over?”
Freminet nods, and Durin immediately tosses him onto his stomach, lifting his hips.
“Hnn!” He whines, surprised by the sheer force—he’s not sure if he’ll ever get used to Durin’s strength.
Without missing a beat, Durin pushes Freminet’s thighs together and thrusts his dick in between them. Sensitive, and still feeling Durin slide against him a little in this position, Freminet shivers.
“O-Oh…!” He clutches the bedsheets, sparks exploding down his spine from overstimulation every time Durin slides through. “Oh god, D-Durin…”
“Mmm, you feel so good…” Durin moans, hands tightly gripping Freminet’s hips.
He leans over and sucks the supple skin of Freminet’s neck into his mouth before sinking his teeth in. Freminet lets out another whine, and Durin apologetically licks over the teeth marks he’s left. A bruise will likely form there soon, which Freminet will have to hide, but he doesn’t care about that right now. More kisses are pressed along Freminet’s shoulder until Durin pulls away. A second later, Freminet gasps.
Durin wraps his hand around Freminet’s dick, stroking him as he thigh-fucks him.
“You’re—hnnn—still hard…” Durin points out.
Freminet’s body shudders, a loud keen leaving his throat when he catches his breath. “A-Ah…! Dur—if y—if you do that I-I’ll—!”
His voice breaks off as Durin’s movements bring him to a second, overstimulated orgasm. He came so hard the first time that it’s mostly dry, and yet, the feeling of Durin’s hand working him through it makes it feel just as intense, if not a little more.
His nerves feel like they’re on fire from the sensation. But it feels so good. Freminet enjoys feeling completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Likes being forced to take it.
“Freminet,” Durin whines, thrusts becoming erratic.
It only takes a couple more for his hips to stall. Durin curls over him and gasps, a white-knuckled grip on his hips as he cums all over the blanket below them. Even in Freminet’s hazy, overstimulated state, he realizes Durin’s knot begins swelling between his thighs. His wings also flutter sporadically, occasionally hitting Freminet’s hips.
Freminet wishes he could see his face from this position.
“S-Sorry, I made a m-mess…” Durin stutters.
He thrusts slowly between Freminet’s thighs a few more times. Once he’s satiated, Durin wraps his arms around Freminet and tugs him to a clean part of the bed. They fall on their sides, completely spent, and Durin spoons him, tail curling around Freminet’s leg. Being this close, he can feel Durin’s knot pressed against him. If he wasn’t so exhausted, he would love to get a better look at it. He’ll have to next time.
“Don’t worry… I did, too,” Freminet says.
Durin presses a kiss to his shoulder, then brushes Freminet’s bangs away to kiss his temple. He can feel Durin’s warm breath on him as he pants through his nose. It’s pleasant to be surrounded by him, Freminet thinks, not even minding that they both have a sheen of sweat on them now. He’s engulfed in Durin’s body heat and his natural musky scent. It makes him want to turn over, press his nose to Durin’s neck, and inhale deeply. He doesn’t have the energy for moving quite yet—he’s also not sure that his legs would let him—but he does twist enough to reach for Durin’s face.
He pulls him down for a proper kiss, lips much more languid now that they’re basking in the afterglow. When they pull away, Durin gives him a look of pure adoration. Freminet’s chest hurts from how hard his heart pounds.
“Did you enjoy it…?” Durin asks, “Or did I overdo it at the end?”
Freminet shakes his head. “I liked it…” His face heats up at the prospect of Durin asking for feedback as he might with any other unfamiliar, human activity. “It felt… good.”
I want to do it again.
“I’m glad.” Durin smiles and rubs his forehead against Freminet’s. After a moment, he adds, “I like all the noises you make when I touch you.”
Freminet covers his face and whines—his heart can’t take Durin’s direct affection.
He feels Durin’s breath on his ear. “That’s one of them.”
Freminet’s face grows fiery hot. Seriously, does Durin even understand how much he affects him?! It’s somehow harder for Freminet to handle it when he’s not in the throes of pleasure.
“Freminet?” Durin whispers, and he glances at him from between his fingers. “If I clean you up and change the sheets… Will you stay?”
Now that Freminet thinks about it, he probably shouldn’t leave this room, anyway. Not after they’ve just very loudly had sex. It’s likely that anyone who happened to be beyond the door heard Freminet moaning at the top of his lungs. The thought mortifies him.
Regardless, the opportunity to stay with Durin is not one he can walk away from. They’ve just shared themselves with one another, after Freminet has spent countless hours thinking that it would never happen at all. He’d love nothing more than to make the moment last forever. To stay in Durin’s arms and fall into a restful sleep with him.
Freminet nods. “I will.”