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blushblushbear · 7 months ago

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Wrote a quick fic of @ren-054's Vitya and Nimh based off a drawing they did of them (and also cause I think they make a dang cute little couple!)

Mildly suggestive, most just sensual!

more under the cut!

At the start of it, Nimh was just trying to be more flexible.

He wasn’t getting any younger and it was never too early to start trying to take care of your body; but given his heart condition, anything high impact or high cardio was out.

He had attempted a yoga class but it was just too much! And all of that relaxing new wave zen music blasting while he was struggling did not help to relax him actually…

So on a weird whim, he took up a dance class.

It was beginner ballet. He knows that’s probably a bit weird but something about it called to him. He wasn’t about to drop it all and be a dancer or anything, but he was enjoying himself!

Actually, what he was really enjoying was his dreamy teacher with the dashing smile. It wasn’t why he joined or anything, or even why he stuck to it for months, but he had to admit the first time that elegant ray of sunshine beamed into the class he felt his knees get a little weak. And it didn’t hurt that the teacher was probably one of the most chill and encouraging people he’d ever met. Between his pretty face and charming personality;

Yeah, Nimh had to admit it, he had a little crush going.

He’d never act on it of course, he’s way too much of a coward for that! But just being able to be around him once a week, to see him glide around swan as he watched over the class, to see that smile, to hear that voice– it got him through many a tough week.

And occasionally when he felt his hand on him– supporting his back, adjusting his stance, stretching his leg just a bit further– it was accompanied by the feeling of his heart leaping into his throat.

Not that Vitya needed to know that.

Oh yeah, and his name was Vitya. Just when Nimh thought he couldn’t get more dreamy…

He was trying to clear his head and focus on breathing as he stood there, eyes closed, bent over, back straight, feet in an awkward fourth position because he couldn’t handle fifth yet, one arm outstretched as gracefully as he could manage (which is to say, not really at all), while the other death gripped onto the balance bar above so that he didn’t fall flat on his face… again…

“Your face is turning red again.” Vitya’s voice sounded so close, and when Nimh opened his eyes, he nearly jumped when he saw Vitya’s face just under his. And so so close… “You’re holding your breath again.” Vitya said with a bit of a pout, “You need to BREATHE.” He took a deep breath in to demonstrate, making it all look so easy as he practically folded himself in half to lower his face to meet Nimh’s. Nimh took in a deep breath, and exhaled it shakily, his limbs wobbling a little making him feel even more embarrassed than he already did.

“Excellent!” He chirped, rising to a full stand with seemingly no effort at all. “Alright class, deep breath in–” a collective inhale, “and as we rise, exhale out! Good!” Nimh was grateful Vitya had sauntered on, so he wouldn’t catch how shakily he lifted his back, or how red his face still was– albeit for… different reasons.

Even though he enjoyed himself, Nimh realized he hadn’t gotten much more flexible in the months he’d been coming to the class. He wondered why he hadn’t just been kicked out at this point. And when Vitya called to him at the end of class, for a brief moment, he worried he was about to be…

As the rest of the class filtered out for the day, Nimh and Vitya were left alone.

“Hey,” Vitya began, his smile still sweet, but his eyes seemed a bit more concerned, “I’ve noticed you’re still having some trouble… This was my last class for the day and I was wondering– if you’re down to stay a few extra minutes, I’d really like to work with you one on one for a bit.”

Nimh screamed internally.

It was bad enough he had to deal with his dumb little crush head on in the moments Vitya hovered around him, but having to do that ALONE.

“I mean– if you don’t have the time today that’s fine…”

His brain was scrambling, trying to find a way to say no, but as he looked at Vitya’s face (his stupidly handsome face, as it pouted at him, hand on a cocked hip and the other hand hooked against his other arm in a pose only a dancer standing idly would pull) he couldn’t find it in him to turn Vitya down.

“N-no, I have a few minutes I could spare…” Nimh stuttered out. Vitya’s face was immediately beaming.

“Wonderful, let’s jump right into it then!”

Within a few minutes Nimh was back standing at the bar, posing the same as he had earlier, only now he had Vitya’s full attention as he shakily lowered himself.

Vitya circled him as he bent over, eyes studying Nimh’s movements.

“I know it’s hard for you,” Vitya began as he came up behind Nimh, “but you have to bend lower.” Nimh felt Vitya’s hand on his lower back and a chill rushed up his spin as Vitya began to gently push him lower. “That’s it…” Vitya cooed, hand slowly sliding up Nimh’s spine towards his shoulder blades, “bend further… remember to breathe…” Nimh could hear the smile in Vitya’s voice, but it felt… different… almost coy… and as Vitya leaned over him from behind, pushing Nimh further down, he wondered which was more inappropriate; this position, or the fact that having Vitya behind him with his hand on his back was putting the wildest images into his mind.

Images of his hot dance instructor. Images of said instructor bending him over like this to have his way with him. Images of Nimh panting as Vitya, firm but gentle, gave him everything he had…

Nimh exhaled out shakily (though shaky for different reasons this time), closed his eyes, and tried to clear his head. His heart was pounding, and he was certain he was blushing from ear to ear. Vitya chuckled behind him. Nimh had never heard Vitya sound so playful, as the words,

“Good, very good…” escaped Vitya’s lips and made Nimh’s knees go a little weak.

And then Vitya’s hand was gone.

Nimh blinked his eyes open, suddenly remembering where he was.

“And now, rise up slowly.” Vitya said cheerily, circling around again and landing towards Nimh’s front. Nimh rose up slowly, quietly cursing how all it took was one dreamy dance instructor to turn him into a pervert apparently. What had he even been thinking? He closed his eyes, and bit his lip embarrassed.

Vitya smiled, cocking his head slyly at Nimh.

“Your hips aren’t square enough.” Vitya said in a very matter of fact manner, “You need to keep your hips straight.” He walked over to Nimh again, coming around behind him once more as he set his hands on Nimh’s hips, moving them a bit forcefully into the correct posture. “See, like this, they need to stay like this as you move. They’re perfectly fine as you go down, but once you come back up they’re all tilted.”

Nimh heard Vitya’s voice, but he took in none of the words he said. The moment Vitya’s hands were on his hips, Nimh’s head went all fuzzy.

“Try it once more.” Vitya instructed.

“Wh–huh?”

“Bend over again, and this time try and keep your hips squared.”

Oh GOD.

With a gulp, Nimh began to bend over once more.

“That’s it. Nice and steady…” one of Vitya’s hands was on his back again, “Remember to keep your back straight. Yes, just like that!”

Yep. Nimh was bent over in front of his sexy ass dance teacher while said sexy ass dance teacher was behind him with one hand on his hip and the other on his back.

And Nimh was internally screaming again.

He couldn’t tell if this was a dream or a nightmare but wow was it sure fantasy fodder for later…

He tried to not think about it as his cheeks burned and he rose back up slowly.

“There you go,” Vitya continued, hand still on Nimh’s back, guiding him back up just as steadily as he lowered him, “And then– you’re back up! Shoulders square, hips square,” Vitya’s hand smoothed to Nimh’s front as he pulled Nimh back a bit, “back straight.” Nimh chanced a nervous glance at Vitya whose face was so close to his, smile all beam and eyes focused in on Nimh’s face. “Perfect.”

Nimh stood there frozen for a moment, until a small gasp made him realize he had stopped breathing again.

“O-oh… Uh… I…”

“Once more.”

“Huh? Oh! U-uh…”

With Vitya’s hands still resting on him, Nimh began to slowly lower again. Vitya still guided him, but more lightly than before. And before Nimh knew it, he was doubled over in front of his teacher again.

“And back up,” Vitya’s hand slid up Nimh’s side, guiding him to rise again, this time stopping a little up his arm. “Excellent. And back down,” Vitya’s thumb that rested at Nimh’s hip gave a little push and once again Nimh lowered. It was starting to feel a lot easier with Vitya guiding him. His hands helping to ease Nimh into the movements. He didn’t mean to, but he felt himself give his body over to Vitya’s control. It was forceful and gentle, bright yet sly, demanding yet sweet, and most of all– playful.

After a few more bends, Nimh eased back against Vitya again, stretching up and draping himself over his form as he panted lightly. His cheeks were flushed, eyes half lidded and mind hazy as he looked back at Vitya, who greeted him with a warm yet knowing smirk.

“There you are. See, you were practically in half on that last one.” Nimh was only half paying attention to Vitya’s words. His body felt so closely pressed against his, Nimh’s eyes on Vitya’s lips with a sudden urge to kiss him. Vitya noticed… “Nimh… you… you like me don’t you?” Nimh’s eyes went back to Vitya’s, lips pressing into an embarrassed line. Nimh couldn’t say it, but his expression answered for him. Vitya chuckled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you out like that. I just…” his hand slid up Nimh’s arm and took his hand, never breaking eye contact as he lowered it and giving it a small kiss. “I’ve noticed.” Vitya winked.

Nimh snapped back to reality, whole face turning red as he took a step away from Vitya, hands covering his mouth and eyes wide.

Vitya cocked his head curiously.

“Sorry… was that not alright?” he asked, eyes soft with concern.

“No… I MEAN– NOT ‘NO’ NO! NO! I MEAN, YES! I MEAN—” Nimh’s eyes darted around the room trying to get a grip, “what I mean to say is…” he paused, looking over at Vitya. He let out a small sigh, “I was just… surprised… is all… that was fine… b-better than fine actually…”

Vitya smiled, stepping closer to Nimh, who was still a stammering mess, but he didn’t step back. Vitya leaned in close, took Nimh’s hand again, and gave it another kiss.

“Good. I really was hoping to keep helping my favorite student.” the word ‘favorite’ dripped out of his mouth like honey and with another playful smirk he leaned in closer and whispered against Nimh’s ear “Though next time, I would like to give a more… private lesson.”A shiver ran up Nimh’s spine. Vitya pulled back and, with a look that was a mix of sly and puppy dog, asked, “Is that alright?”

Nimh nodded like crazy in response.

“Wonderful!” Vitya beamed. He pulled his phone out, and with a playful smile said, “Give me your number, and we’ll work on some real flexibility together.”

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hexclaimed · 5 months ago

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@hexfcrged: "I've got you," he mutters, out of breath. He leans heavy on the hilt of his blade, ragged breaths coming from him in puffs as he looms above. Red ichor runs down his side from the jagged gash along his back. The Knight's job is met; one enemy felled by their feet.

THE DAYS HAD GONE SMOOTHLY. AT LEAST , IN VITYAS eyes they had. speaking with Mel and the other nobles , awkwardly dodging interaction with her parents as she did all the speaking for them when it came to him and his country. it was normal. the same every time. met with forms of backlash of the verbal kind , the glaring eyes of the others upon the advocate for his home , the muttering of words under breaths he could not quite hear but knew what was being spoken of all the same. they disliked him. Vitya had become to middle man between his and her territories , frequently as of late to better their standings with each other. to bridge a gap between their homes and prosper in some way together.

Mel had seemed as interested in such as he , yet she would be the only. he does not fault the others with their distrust , for his father still held the same for them. Vitya was passive and understanding enough to do this in his steed , and not only with the current kingdom he was at , but across all that dared to wish to raise arms against such a harmless country. at least , appearingly harmless as they were. there was a reason none had yet to overthrow his father and take them for their own gain yet.

but for all the days that seemed normal , met with his own disconnected conversation with those who sought or ignored it , he had not expected this. and he is near certain the others did not either.

he was sought off by Mel and her knight , her bodyguard he had seen so many times now to wander the expanse of their home without the gilded and contempt filled gazes to track him. of course , he is not surprised when she pawns the man off to Vityas care , and his to the knights as well , for who else would she trust another kingdoms convoy with but her own personal entourage? but such a pleasant , quiet exploration had been so terrible cut down but an hour after on the outskirts of the home , shrouded away by masses of trees and plant life alike.

masked assailants , donned in armor and with weapons , shrouded appearance so for naught to be linked to such coming forward. a warning , gifted by his guard of this time , though not heeded by the others. too many of them. the fight had broken out and he was being pushed to run , the man pushing forward any ounce of strength he had with cane in hand to do just that , blatantly ignoring the screaming pain that soared through his leg and spine further and further from the safe haven he had assumed to have within Mels home. only for such to quickly give out beneath him , sending Vitya tumbling across the matted dirt in unknown area.

and he could hear them , the clashing of swords and voices alike , echoing closer and closer. Vitya was not exactly capable of fighting. he knew some sly tricks to keep himself safe in closed quarters , even learning any tricks of poison that could ever be presented upon him , but in such a vast area , he was like easy prey. even the sword hidden within his cane would not do much against a mass of people falling in on him. when he grabs his cane from the ground to push himself back to a stand , he hears them closer and turns to look behind him , only to see the knight assigned to him fending others off. helmet turns and they meet gazes , a nod given before the assailant is shucked off and away , cladded feet to turn and grow closer and closer.

a gloved hand is extended to Vitya , who eagerly goes to grab it , to finish pulling himself to his feet so they could somehow get back to Mel and explain what happened. she had warned him. she had warned him many times. the disdain the courts and nobles held against Vitya and his home were growing eradicate. boiling over when news of Vityas returning time and time again came into play. he had not expected a planned attack on the out skirts of her home to be what pushes him out. ❛ we have to find a way back. ❜ he tells the other , a groan escaping Vitya as he tucks his cane under his hand , the end piercing into the ground beneath under his weight. ❛ there is no telling how many. . . ❜ his brain is whirling , looking down now , brows pulled together taut as he speculates how many he had seen and how many may have been hidden away. how many were down for the count after his terrible sprint away.

their attention returns to one another and he pulls his hand away , eyes scanning around them just as the others seemed to do , looking for a path. but within their endeavors , another body comes forward without much noise to catch onto other than grass shifting beneath body weight and steps. and axe came swinging at his guard rather than Vitya himself , opting to try and get rid of him before dealing with the man who was , at most , unable to defend himself otherwise. the impact of blade against metal and flesh sent him forward , closing the small distance between he and Vitya only to knock him back to his knees and hands. it was a roar of a sound to be given , and quick it was for this knight to turn with white knuckled grip along the hilt of his blade to slice through the attacker who , ultimately , falls to the ground without life in those eyes.

watching him stagger , shift himself into leaning against the pierce of his sword into the ground and red to paint so clearly from wounded area , something in Vitya aches. no one was suppose to get hurt on his watch. amber hues stare up at him from the ground , lips agape , uncertainty pulling tight threads around his heart. he shovels down his own searing pain , scrambling back to his feet with an outstretch of hand to snag his cane once again. he leans in slight , trying to use the surrounding trees as cover. ❛ there has to be a place around here that we can find cover. ❜ his breathing is coming out heavy , voice tainted with exhaustion and fear for not just he but his companion. ❛ help me. find a place that we can hide. i can look at your wounds there. ❜ a tug is given onto the knights arm , urging him to follow as Vitya would not even dare to think to leave Mels prized companion in the thralls of more attackers , even if they were after him. he was wobbling with every step , trying to keep a hand along the other as if guiding into the unknown to Vitya. ❛ then we can. . . get back to Lady Mel. find out what this was. ❜

yes , he still trusted her. therefore , he trusted him. he was ordered to protect Vitya and he was certain the knight would go down without a thought for him if it came to it. he just did not want it to come to that. the expanse of land was hilled , thankfully , and he knew of some secret layout within the land that was made specifically for the royal family to trek through if needed be. he just had no clue how to get to them. Mel had , for all intent and purposes , kept such from Vitya. but he was certain the other knew.

Vitya pauses and turns towards the other , a certain desperation lit within exhausting shades. ❛ she spoke of underground tunnels. how do we get to them? ❜

#hexfcrged #&&.// vitya.#&&.// interactions.#long post tw /#1286 words #LETS GOOOO

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