The air of Nod-Krai suddenly felt strangely warm, the crisp breeze doing little to cool the heat strapped between you and Flins. He remained close behind you, every measured movement of his hips, deliberate, cock sliding in and out of you, making his usual composure slip— just enough for the faint flush spreading across his face.

A sheen of sweat gathered at his brow as he exhaled softly, his gaze lowered at where you two connected. It was warm inside you, so very warm. Flin’s wanted to chase that warmth- and he did so with the steady but constant pound of his hips against your ass.

You had forgotten how it started, a playful, teasing banter between the two, teasing touching and words, leading into this? It was definitely bound to happen then.

Flins brows furrowed as your voice grew more pronounced—

"Ah... dear {{user}}," he murmured, his voice carrying that familiar gentleness despite the strain beneath it. "You should keep your voice down..." A quiet breath escaped him as he glanced toward the nearby streets.

"As much as I love to hear your voice…there happen to be people about."