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Lack of experience might’ve been damned, but in practice, Phainon isn’t sure what he’s doing.
He kneels between Mydei’s thighs, fingers trembling with eagerness as he slicks them and lets his hand hover centimeters away from Mydei’s ass.
What was he supposed to do again?
Do not get him wrong, he’s not clueless. Phainon watches porn, of course he does. What guy doesn’t? He even started watching gay porn recently—for research purposes, of course—so he should know the theory.
But theory never sat in front of him like this: handsome and flushed and looking at him with so much hunger it makes Phainon feel lightheaded.
Mydei lifts a brow at his frazzled expression, gold-like eyes amused, too composed for someone who is as equally hard as he is. “You can touch me, you know.”
“I know that,” Phainon snaps, voice cracking mid-word “I’m trying!”
“Then try harder,” Mydei’s smirk is just as infuriating as his calmness, and Phainon really, really wants to wipe it off of his face.
But first, there is another presence in the room that annoys him more than his boyfriend’s brattiness.
There is a stuffed pomegranate at the corner of the bed, looking back at him with its stupid face. That thing does not get to watch. Phainon is already jealous that the plushie gets to hug Mydei at night instead of him...
So, he grabs it and tosses it somewhere on the floor.
“What was that for? Phainon#2 did nothing to you!”
“It was looking,” he huffs defensively, and before Mydei can add any commentary or any more bratty remarks Phainon brings his palm to the soft flesh of his lover’s ass and pushes one finger past the tight rim- successfully making the blonde bite back on whatever he is about to say.
And possibly affecting himself in a similar way too. Because heat engulfs his finger immediately, tight, hot, soft, and did he mention hot already?
He can barely think straight.
His fingertip presses further and Mydei lets out a pleased groan, hips giving a small, involuntary roll that he can’t seem to suppress, driving the digit deeper.
A wave of need surges through Phainon at the reaction. God, he wants to feel that tightness around his cock so badly his lungs almost forget how to function.
Mydei moves under him, spreads his thighs farther apart, lets his head fall back onto the pillows as he murmurs a quiet “Fuck, Phainon.”
fuck indeed.
He’s so hard it hurts, and they haven’t done anything yet.
Taking a steadying breath, Phainon slides his free hand to wrap tightly around the base of his length, giving himself a few pumps to ease the pressure. The tightness around his finger leaves him dizzy, stealing his breath away every time Mydei clenches around it.
He curls his digit experimentally next, watching his lover’s reaction with lust-clouded eyes, memorizing the beautiful arch of Mydei’s back, the feeling of his blunt nails digging crescents into his bicep, the sound of his muffled grunts as he encourages Phainon.
“Just like that… Good boy.”
The praise makes Phainon reel and bite down on a whine of his own, applying extra pressure around the base of his cock. He never thought a simple praise would make him feel so pathetically turned on, but there he is, feeling like he’s about to cum because his boyfriend called him good.
But that’s a discovery to explore another time. He had yet to make Mydei cry out his name, which is his current priority. He has to punish the blonde for acting like a brat earlier.
Cursing under his breath, Phainon withdraws his finger to add a second one, scissoring them as impatience takes over him.
Mydei tenses immediately.
“Slow down,” He hisses, discomfort written all over his face, hand flying from Phainon’s bicep to his wrist to stop him.
“S-sorry!”
It’s not an easy task, but he stills his fingers until he feels Mydei slowly relax around the digits. His boyfriend rests his head back on the pillow and closes his eyes, hand leaving Phainon’s wrist to trail up to his inked chest— long fingers pressing into the soft flesh of his pectorals and tugging at a rosy nipple.
A soft and satisfied moan rumbles in his chest, hips thrusting shallowly into the air, searching for friction for his leaking length.
Phainon watches the sight like a predator watches his prey, mesmerized by it, and maybe a little jealous of his boyfriend’s hands… Not that he’s going to admit that part out loud.
He tries again, gentler as he was told, and he pushes one finger first, then slowly adds the second one, scissoring them a few times to stretch the impossible tightness around them. Once he feels the walls give in, he curls the digits upwards in what he remembers from those porn clips he researched—
Mydei chokes on a moan, legs tightening around Phainon’s hips, cock leaking so much precum it’s borderline obscene.
Phainon’s brain crashes, slowly rebooting as he tries to figure out what happened. He could not remember any man or woman in the videos he watched reacting like that. He expected another grunt, maybe a gasp of his name, not a full-body shudder and a choked cry. Did he hurt Mydei by accident?
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks, hesitant, stopping his movement completely.
“No,” Mydei breathes, golden eyes fluttering open, glossy and full of need, “that was good. Keep doing that.”
“Good, you’re being good.” His mind reels at the praise. He curls his fingers the same way again, eager to make Mydei feel good, and even more eager to earn another praise from the blonde.
Perhaps he does have a praise kink, as perverted as it might sound.
Phainon rubs the same spot deliberately, applying more pressure on it, all while looking at his boyfriend, who seems to really enjoy what he’s doing, who cannot help himself but buck his hips against Phainon’s fingers, whose moans spilling freely from the parted lips Phainon can no longer hold back from leaning in and kissing…
Who palms his chest harder and wraps one hand around his own cock.
No.
“Don’t.” Phainon swats the hand away before he can think what he’s doing. He needs to be the one to make Mydei cum, and he won’t allow for any other outcome.
“You’re stopping me?” Mydei asks in disbelief.
“Yes,” he breathes, baby-blue eyes burning with possessive need. “You’ll cum untouched on my fingers, or not at all.”
“What?” Mydei clenches around his fingers so hard it nearly destroys Phainon’s sanity right there, sending a myriad of thoughts through his head, the majority of them being somewhere between “Oh, he likes it.” And “God, I need to be inside him.”
“I—” stammering, Phainon leans in and kisses him again, hungry and full of desperation while his fingers thrust deeper, curling upward with growing confidence as Mydei moans against his lips. The heat around his digits grips him like vice, then relaxes again, and the slick sound that fills the room with every thrust makes Phainon’s own neglected cock throb even harder.
“I want to be the one to make you cum,” he admits, breaking the kiss.
“Then get on with it,” the blonde urges him, looking away, but the flush on his face is a beautiful one; darkening to the same shade of his tattoos, his equally neglected cock twitches desperately despite the seemingly collected façade.
“But Mydeimos, I'm pretty sure you like it,” Phainon murmurs, both teasing and genuinely overwhelmed at once.
“I can feel it...” He adds a third finger quickly and curls them deliberately, watching as Mydei’s body arches from the bed “…Right here.”
Phainon repeats the action just to emphasize, leaning back to watch Mydei’s disheveled state: His facial expression, his nipples—hard and angry-red from all the teasing, his impossibly tight ass swallowing his fingers eagerly, and finally to his leaking cock; throbbing with need against his stomach, begging for release.
“You’re close,” Phainon whispers when Mydei’s own restraint seems to weaken and he starts thrusting his hips back with uncharacteristic eagerness, groaning each time Phainon curls his fingers just right. “I can feel it, Mydei, I can feel you tightening even more. You’re going to cum, don’t you? You’re going to cum on my fingers.”
Mydei doesn’t deny it, doesn’t pretend to be composed anymore. He meets Phainon’s gaze with heat that matches the tremors running through his body, and breathes out, “wrap your hand around my throat.”
Phainon stills, swallowing hard. His free hand moves on instinct, wanting to be good for Mydei, but he hesitates. His fingers shake, unable to close it around Mydei’s throat, terrified he’ll misjudge the pressure… Terrified he’ll hurt him.
“I don’t want to,” he shakes his head, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” Mydei whispers, and the certainty in his eyes is grounding, steadying. “You want me to cum untouched, don’t you?” he grabs Phainon’s wrist, closing the distance between it and his neck, “then press right here. I trust you.”
“He trusts you,” Phainon’s mind repeats, and just that is enough to unravel him. He takes a shaky inhale, and curls his fingers right where Mydei pressed his palm at, and with a loud exhale he applies pressure on his lover’s throat.
Mydei’s reaction is instant.
His breath stutters, throat bobbing against his palm, hips jerking upward, thighs clamping around Phainon’s waist as a loud broken moan breaks from his lips.
“More” Mydei orders, sounding breathless already, “press harder.”
“Oh god. He’s really into it,” Phainon obeys, unable to look anywhere but at Mydei’s pleasure-struck face as he presses harder like he’s told, applies more pressure—
Mydei’s back arches off the mattress, throat pushing into Phainon’s palm. His eyes squeeze shut, mouth opening in a silent scream, and his hands grip the sheets so hard Phainon is afraid he might rip them, thighs shaking around his hips.
“Cum for me,” he begs, feeling just as breathless from the sight alone. “Please, I want to see you cumming.”
Phainon curls his fingers inside Mydei again, presses the same spot he’s been abusing in the past minutes…
“Phai-non!” And Mydei cums with a broken cry of his name.
Pleasure rips through him in waves, rim tightening painfully around Phainon’s digits as his cock pulses against his stomach, painting his chest and abdomen in milky release. Completely untouched.
Holy fuck.
He guides Mydei through it, pumping his fingers in a gentler pace, coaxing every last drop of cum until Mydei falls back into the sheets, chest heaving, blonde-red hair sticking to his face. Only then, Phainon slowly pulls his fingers out, breath shaky and uneven.
Watching Mydei fall apart like that, from his fingers and nothing else, does something to Phainon. Something he has a hard time putting into words.
So instead of wording his adoration he reaches for the blonde’s braid—the one resting on top of his right collarbone, and presses a tender kiss to it, whispering the man’s name with adoration. It is then that he finally acknowledges his own need, cock throbbing painfully as if to remind its owner how neglected it had been this entire time. Precum bubbles at the tip in what feels like a cry for attention, every twitch making Phainon’s breath hitch and his vision blur at the edges.
The realization hits him too sudden.
He feels needy. Pathetic. Like one touch from Mydei and he’d cum on the spot. He’s barely able to think, to the point of not realizing he’s shaking, not until he feels strong arms wrap around him, pulling him against a soft chest, anchoring him with touch and with steady warmth.
“Hey. You’re hyperventilating.” Mydei points out quietly, and only then Phainon registers that he was, in fact, at the verge of panicking from seeing his boyfriend experience pleasure from his touch, from jealousy at his own hand, from his lack of experience...
Maybe from a mix of it all.
All the confidence that had surged through him moments ago evaporates under the weight of his own patheticness. He feels like a shaky leaf. Weak, needy, overwhelmed by how badly he wants to be inside Mydei, but also terrified that the moment he tries, he’ll embarrass himself again.
“You with me?” the blonde murmurs into his hair. He presses Phainon’s forehead to his shoulder, pressing soothing kisses to the top of his head. Soft. Calming. “Take a deep breath. Yeah. Just like that.”
Phainon listens, takes a deep inhale, and exhales it slowly, relaxing further with each intake of air. Mydei keeps holding him through it, steady and there until Phainon finds his voice again. “Sorry, I—” he’s not sure how to say it without embarrassing himself, “I don’t want to mess up the second we…”
“Want me to make you cum once first?”
His head lifts so fast he feels his neck cracking.
“Mydei,” Phainon croaks, voice hitching into a whimper, or a squeak.
No, definitely not a squeak.
He did not squeak.
“You’re thinking too hard. I can see steam coming out of your ears.” Mydei points out, pressing one last kiss to his cheek, looking at him with reassurance. “I know you don’t want to release too fast again,” He adds, a little teasing but with no accusation or malice behind his words. “Taking the edge off will help with that.”
Phainon makes a sound that sounds more like a wounded groan than an actual word. His face feels like it’s on fire. “You’re not going to let me live that one down, are you?”
“No,” Mydei replies simply, without hesitation. “It was flattering.”
“You’re mean,” Phainon sobs, exaggerated, yet he’s smiling, feeling giddy and a little more relaxed thanks to Mydei’s steadiness.
His boyfriend is, unfortunately, right. He might need to take the edge off first. So, Phainon forces himself to swallow his pride and turns over to look at Mydei’s eyes, blue meeting gold, suddenly shy and self-conscious at the request he’s about to make.
“Can I…” he asks, cheeks burning. “Can I play with your chest while you…”
The rest of the sentence dies in his throat, too embarrassed to finish it. Heavens above, he feels like an absolute pervert for even asking.
Mydei chuckles in response, hand reaching to cup his cheek, the same smirk he was so determined to wipe off from the man’s face earlier is back, smug as ever. “I should have expected that from the pervert who kept staring at my chest every morning for months.”
“Never beating those pervert allegations.” Phainon’s mind jabs at him.
“I wasn’t!” He makes a noise that should never leave a grown man; high pitched, mortified, strangled, and drops his forehead to Mydei’s pectorals like he can crawl into the gap between them and hide there forever. His ears burn. His neck burns.
His entire soul burns.
“You know, hiding in my chest doesn’t help your case.” Mydei is clearly delighted, putting extra emphasis on the words ‘my’ and ‘chest’.
Such a brat.
Before Phainon can retort back, or think about anything clever to say, his boyfriend pulls him to sit more comfortably between his legs, until he’s half-lying on Mydei’s lap. The blonde traces one palm down Phainon’s thigh, and that alone is enough to make him gasp, cock straining between them, begging for attention with renewed eagerness.
He really is about to cum from the lightest of touches, pathetic as it might be.
Then Mydei wraps his hand around him, and all remaining thoughts fly out of Phainon’s head.
His hips jolt up instinctively in a desperate thrust into Mydei’s fist as he grabs at the blonde’s forearm, holding to it like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded, fingers digging into warm skin.
“Mydei—” he gasps, pleading, unsure for what.
Mydei chuckles, he presses his thumb at the sensitive head, spreading the beading precum along the entire length to ease the glide of his palm. It’s slow, agonizingly so, and Phainon can’t help but moan, beg, mumble incoherently for more, never imagining that another’s hand could feel so much better than his own.
And so soft too, how Mydeimos has such soft hands is beyond him.
A blunt nail presses into his leaking slit, rendering Phainon unable to think clearly any further. He buries his face in his lover’s chest for the second time, mouthing alongside the red lines of ink until he reaches his nipple; still swollen from Mydei’s own hands, and latches his lips around it.
“Good boy,” Mydei groans above him. “Put that mouth of yours to good use.”
Phainon lets out an actual whimper. Loud and high pitched. He alternates between sucking and biting gently around the nub, pleased with the way Mydei’s breath hitches when he tugs on it with his teeth, whining when the man on top of him applies more pressure to his cock in return, pumping faster.
Bringing one arm to knead the neglected pec, Phainon hums in delight – it’s as soft as he imagined, even with the evident hard muscle beneath the softness.
Gods, he thought about Mydei’s chest so many times in those months, fantasized about it, wondered if it was soft or on the firmer side like his own chest…
Ok, maybe he is a pervert.
What a great time to make self-discoveries about yourself, right?
Not that any of that matters, not when Mydei whispers into his hair, “just like that. You’re so good.”
Good.
That praise again. Phainon’s hips jerk involuntarily in response, too far gone to feel mortified at how much he enjoys being called good, or any praise really, as long as it’s from Mydeimos.
He moves to the other pectoral next, giving the perky nipple the same treatment albeit a little clumsy in his urgency, a little too eager too, and Mydei’s free hand finds his hair, tugging on the white strands.
Phainon moans into his skin, pleasure coiling tight inside him, unbearably close to the edge. All he needs is a bit more… And as if sensing it, Mydei increases the pace. He strokes him faster, harder, sliding his hand from tip to base; fist twisting right below the head in a way that makes Phainon cry out.
“Mydei!” He moans into his lover’s chest, teeth scraping over the inked skin, “I ’m-I can’t—”
“Let go,” Mydei guides him with his ever-present steadiness. “Don’t hold back.”
He doesn’t.
One more squeeze at the base and Phainon’s thighs lock, back arching, mouth going slack against Mydei’s chest as pleasure bursts everywhere inside him.
Phainon cums with a broken moan, white-hot blinding pleasure surging through him. His cock pulses in waves, thick release coating his boyfriend’s hand and dripping down his own stomach, body trembling beneath Mydei as the pleasure threatens to consume him whole.
Phainon can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t… anything really.
He’s boneless, ruined, floating in the afterlife, or after-orgasm life.
“You did well.” Slowly, gently, Mydei strokes him through it, removing his hand completely when Phainon starts whining from oversensitivity, and leans to him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
Phainon makes a weak noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between gratitude, humiliation, and too much, and buries his face even deeper against Mydei’s chest, too overwhelmed to speak.
Mydei’s laugh is quiet, warm, vibrating deep in his chest and against Phainon’s cheek. His Clean hand strokes down the curve of his spine with affection that makes Phainon want to cry. Happy tears, he swears.
His lover shifts below him, pulling them closer until Phainon is practically lying on top of him and the movement drags Phainon’s softening cock against Mydei’s hard one. He gasps, quiet and broken, holding Mydei’s waist to anchor himself.
“Sensitive?” the blonde asks with a smug lilt.
Phainon nods against his throat, too embarrassed to look up.
Mydei chuckles under his breath with amusement, although his voice comes out deeper, hungrier. He smooths a hand along Phainon’s cheek, guiding him back enough to see his flushed face. “Get up and lie down on the bed.”
Phainon nods through glossy eyes, obeying without question. He gets off Mydeimos, resting his head on the soft pillows, chest rising fast with anticipation of what is about to happen. His hands hover uselessly at his sides, twitching with the urge to reach for Mydei again, like he can no longer go without the physical contact.
Which might be quite right.
He feels addicted to the man.
Mydei sits up and crawls back to loom over Phainon, slow and deliberate, with the confidence of someone who knows the exact effect they cause.
“Cheeky bastard.”
A very correct cheeky bastard, Phainon notes in the back of his head, since he can feel himself twitch back into semi-hardness already.
The blonde leans closer, planting a kiss on Phainon’s jaw, and then another beneath his ear, then lower. Right between the leather straps of his choker. It shouldn’t be so hot, it shouldn’t be such a turn-on, but it is. Phainon jerks like he’s been shocked. A helpless whine escapes his lips, hips arching up, seeking friction.
“Sensitive here too,” Mydei murmurs against his skin, kissing the edge of the choker again, firmer this time, while his hand traces the sun tattoo below it with a feather-light touch like the god-damn tease he is.
Phainon shivers, thighs trembling, cock fattening into full-mast so fast he feels dizzy. “Mydei!”
“Shh,” Mydei’s mouth trails lower, teeth grazing one of the tattooed rays of sun right above his collarbone. “I’m not done with you.”
The promise tears another whine from Phainon. He can feel the coil in his stomach return, the heat that had loosened after coming tightens again with startling speed. Mydei’s kisses move down his chest, over the rapid beat of his heart, then to the hard planes of his stomach, each kiss nearing closer and closer to where Phainon really wants his mouth at.
“Already hard again?” Mydei whispers, kissing just above his hip. “Impressive.”
Phainon covers his face with one hand, mortified by how eager his body is, how desperately it is craving Mydei…
“Don’t hide from me.” His boyfriend huffs, pouting adorably as he brushes the hand away so he can see Phainon fully, and Phainon wants to hide further, suddenly very conscious of the fact his refractory period is non-existent in the man’s proximity.
But Mydei doesn’t let him; he moves back up with a predatory grace, unhurried, sure of himself, like he’s dominating the bedroom. His own hardness strains between them as he sits on Phainon's lap, ass brushing Phainon’s erection.
“Look at me,” Mydei murmurs.
And Phainon does.
Immediately regretting it.
Because the blonde holds his gaze as he scoops the drying cum from Phainon’s lower stomach, and reaches behind himself, pushing three cum-covered fingers into his entrance, sighing at the intrusion as he uses the semen as a lubricant.
Phainon’s mind short-circuits so hard it takes him a second to even register what he’s seeing.
His vision blurs. Heat sweeps through him so fast it feels like fever, mouth suddenly too dry to swallow properly. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life and his body reacts like it’s been set on fire.
Mydei looks up at him then, cheeks flushed and gaze so intense he’s drowning in the molten gold of his boyfriend’s eyes. And before Phainon can recover from the sight of Mydei fingering himself with his cum, the blonde trails the same hand down his stomach again, smearing whatever cum is still there, and reaches Phainon’s cock – pumping it a few times.
“Mydei, wait,” he whispers, panic and excitement mixing in his voice as his lover aligns the now slick length with his entrance.
“I told you,” Mydei replies, lowering himself with agonizing slowness, “I’m planning to teach you how good sex can be.”
“That’s not—” The head of his cock pushes past Mydei’s rim, and Phainon’s eyes flutter shut, the heat swallowing him inch by inch, rendering him unable to keep talking. It’s too much, it’s not enough, he never felt something so hot and tight around him.
“Fuck,” he gasps, hands flying to Mydei’s hips, holding for dear life.
Mydei’s palms land on his chest, and he starts sinking lower. The pressure around his cock is unbearable, exquisite, dizzying… Phainon feels like he’s having an out-of-body experience.
“So this is what it feels like, this is how perfect it feels to become one with the person you love…” He’s partially glad that his first time is like this, with Mydei, his Mydei. It’s sappy and he knows it, but he couldn’t care less, now when the heat of his boyfriend’s body swallows him deeper, tight and velvety and more than anything he ever dreamt of.
Heavens help him, he never felt something so perfect.
“Fuck. It’s, Mydei, it’s—” His words are cuts off by a groan, fingers digging into the soft skin of Mydei’s hips, unsure where to look. Should he look at the place where their bodies join, at Mydei’s face as he sinks lower and lower on his hardness, or at the trembling rise and fall of his own chest? He can’t decide. He can’t...
Head tilting back against the pillows, Phainon groans again, loud and unrestrained as Mydei eases down another inch, as controlled as ever, as though he’s savoring how much it undoes Phainon. Until he finally, finally-fucking-ly, presses flush against Phainon’s balls.
The heat is unreal. Hotter and better than anything he ever felt. Better than Mydei’s mouth, better than all the fantasies combined, better than anything he can think of—not that he’s able to think at the moment.
He tries to take a deep breath, failing miserably.
His heart feels like it’s about to jump out of his chest.
“Wait Mydei. Plea-ah-se,” Phainon’s voice hitches on the last word, trembling with shock and pleasure and the sheer intensity of becoming one with his lover.
Mydei stills immediately, palms tracing soothing patterns over the halo-like golden tattoo on his chest. He studies Phainon’s expression with quiet curiosity, as though he expected this reaction and enjoys seeing it, enjoys making Phainon unravel.
“Try taking a deep breath,” he says, brushing his thumb lightly across Phainon’s collarbone.
Phainon tries. He really does. But the tight, molten hot pressure around him is so overwhelming it borders on unbearable, a hot, perfect vice that squeezes him in ways his mind can’t seem to process.
“Mydei, I-you’re… It’s tighter than, fuck, tighter than your mouth.”
An amused hum leaves Mydei’s lips, warm and impossibly fond. “I figured it would overwhelm you a bit.”
“A bit?” Phainon chokes out, voice cracking as another wave of pleasure surges through him, making him shudder. “I-I don’t even know my own name right now.”
Mydei leans down slowly, bracing his hands on either side of Phainon’s head and presses their foreheads together. His voice drops, low and velvety, “It’s alright, take your time, cum again if you’re about to,” he whispers between them, and the smugness in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed, not when he clenches his ass on purpose.
The little shit.
Phainon swallows hard, takes several uneven breaths to get used to the tightness, to get used to Mydei’s body squeezing around him. “Asshole,” he finally manages to speak, lifting his head the tiniest bit to press a chaste kiss to Mydei’s lips. “Move already, showoff.”
And Mydei moves. He lifts his hips enough to let Phainon feel his cock drag against those velvety walls—
“Mydeimos!” Heavens above, he was not ready. Phainon’s eyes roll back the more Mydei lifts himself, hips jerking upward as if chasing the heat, until the blonde sinks back down with a grunt of his own, leaving him borderline delirious with pleasure in the best way possible.
“Mydei,” Phainon gasps again, fingers digging into the narrow waist of his lover, hard enough to bruise the delicate skin. Something possessive inside him sings in satisfaction at the idea of marking Mydei. “Please—”
“Begging already? Cute.” Mydei teases, both affectionate and strained, hips never stopping moving, bouncing on Phainon’s lap.
The sound Phainon makes is embarrassing. A broken, choked moan, loud enough that their neighbors could probably hear it.
“Mydei! Mydei, please!” he babbles, voice pitching higher and higher with every broken syllable, feeling tears prickle in his eyes from how good he feels, hips thrusting back into the heat of his beloved. “You’re - god! you’re so tight, so good, I can’t, Mydei—”
Above him, Mydei throws his head back at a particular hard thrust, hissing, “Fuck, Phainon, you’re so deep I can feel you in my stomach,” And while Phainon knows it’s physically impossible, it rewires something in him. He didn’t think he could get harder, didn’t think it was physically possible, but hearing the ever-polite Mydei saying something so filthy… Fuck. His cock throbs so violently he arches off the bed with a broken cry. “Mydei, you’re… I can’t— you’re saying things like that and I-I’m losing my mind.”
“Good,” His lover grunts, “lose yourself,” the blonde’s thighs flex around Phainon’s hips, breath growing shallower as he fucks himself on Phainon’s length with increased urgency, chasing both his own pleasure and bringing them closer and closer to completion.
All he needs is just a bit more. A few more thrusts.
“M-Mydei! I need to pull out, im gonna—”
He can feel warm fingers press at his throat, tracing over the choker before curling around the leather, tugging, pulling Phainon’s torso up from the mattress until their lips are mere centimeters apart. “No. Cum inside me, I want to feel it.”
“Who’s begging now?” Phainon manages to retort, hearing Mydei beg, or asking for something in general, gives him a boost of confidence, and he thrusts up, pushing deeper into Mydei’s heat, matching his boyfriend’s pace and meeting every frantic thrust with his own deliberate roll of his hips.
“I’m not begging,” Mydei hisses, leaning down to shut him up with a kiss, filling Phainon’s vision with nothing but golden eyes and flushed skin and the soft strands of Mydei’s partially dyed hair. “I’m telling you to be a good boy and cum for me.”
Phainon’s entire body shudders like on command. He pulls Mydei closer, hands holding his lover’s ass flush against his pelvis as pleasure tears through his core. His cock pulses deep inside Mydei, orgasm ripping away every last shred of coherency from his mind until he’s shaking, gasping, clinging to his boyfriend like he’s drowning and the man in his arms is his sole source of oxygen.
“That’s it,” Mydei murmurs, clenching around his twitching cock like a vice, like he doesn’t want Phainon to pull out. “You’re perfect.”
Blinking the tears away—when did he start crying? —Phainon trembles, shaking, caught in the intense pleasure, and his hold on Mydei’s ass weakens, and the blonde uses it in his own favor. He starts grinding on his lap again, his own erection leaking steadily onto Phainon’s stomach, precum pooling on his lower belly.
And it might be the overstimulation, the pure need, or simply the sight of Mydei; flushed, brows drawn together, face contorted with pleasure as he rolls his hips against Phainon’s half-soft cock in a chase for his own orgasm, that erases whatever refractory period Phainon’s body should have after coming twice in twenty minutes or so.
He doesn’t know what takes over him.
One moment he is trembling under Mydei’s touch, dazed and blissed, and the next his body is moving on its own, driven by pure instinct. He grabs Mydei’s shoulders, pushes him onto his back and sits between the man’s spread thighs, wincing as his length slips out in the process, already mourning the loss of heat.
“Phainon!?” Mydei gasps, startled, hair spread behind him in a halo of yellow and red, resembling a beautiful sunset and the wheat fields of his little village alike.
Phainon doesn’t answer. He pushes Mydei’s knees up, folding him nearly in half, hands shaking with wild, consuming need he cannot control any longer. His entire body feels like a live wire, overstimulated but full of hunger for more, for Mydeimos.
He thrusts back inside.
The oversensitivity nearly knocks him out. His vision whites out at the edges, breath coming out in a broken gasp as Mydei’s ass clamps down around him, tighter than before, too tight, impossibly tight. Phainon braces through it, barely, hips snapping forward little by little, rough and unsteady and determined to make his lover feel the same intense pleasure he did moments ago.
With one harsh slam of his hips, Phainon bottoms out with a loud hiss.
“Fuck, Phainon!" Mydei’s moan is shocked, like the air is punched out of him, like he didn’t expect the sudden shift, or the strength, or the urgency… Or the feral need surging off of Phainon in waves, and his nails dig into Phainon’s back, scratching angry lines to the otherwise unblemished skin.
Phainon barely registers the pain.
“Mydei—” A strangled sob leaves him, tears sliding down his face and into the crook of Mydei’s neck, soaking into blond-red strands as he starts thrusting into his boyfriend with pure abandon, chests pressed flush, elbows shaking to keep himself up. “You’re so tight. I can’t— I can’t!”
He doesn’t know what he’s trying to say; coherence long gone. All he has left in him is desire, pure and molten and maddening. He pulls back until only the head patches on Mydei’s abused rim and slams forward again with a pace that’s wild and frantic, snaking one hand to wrap around Mydei’s neglected cock.
It doesn’t take much from there. A surprised moan rips from Mydei’s throat, and Phainon lifts his head just in time to see the blonde’s expression – eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows drawn together, teeth biting so hard into his bottom lip he’s quite sure it’ll bleed any second. His length pulses in Phainon’s fist, coating the red tattoos on his abdomen in milky white.
He’s beautiful, ethereal, and all because of Phainon.
Seeing the composure slip off Mydei’s face, seeing his beloved losing himself to pleasure leaves Phainon drunk on it, and his mind descends into a delirious confession, each thrust punctuating thoughts he can’t hold back, unable to stop when Mydei clenches on him so hard and so so good.
“Marry me.”
It slips out, a plea and a promise in one.
“I, fuck, I want you to have my kids—”
His hips drive forward hard enough to make the headboard rattle and he should feel embarrassed, but Phainon is not capable of embarrassment at the moment.
“Mydei, I love you! I love you so fucking much!”
Confessing like this… It’s a new level of shamelessness even for him. Yet the thought of Mydei with him, like this, forever, makes him pick up the pace, ignore the weak pleas of his lover to slow down, or give him a minute.
He simply can’t.
“Fuck. Phainon! Slow down. I just came," Mydei’s nails bite deeper into his back in a futile attempt to stop him, protests shattering into a loud cry as Phainon aims his hips just right, hitting the blonde’s bullied prostate head on. Another sharp breath follows, another quiet cry, and in the back of his mind Phainon realizes that there are tears trailing down Mydei’s face.
Oh god.
His boyfriend looks the most beautiful like this: wrecked and blissed out and crying on his cock.
“I’m going to breed you,” Phainon promises, high on pleasure himself, balls slapping against Mydei’s ass with every unforgiving thrust. “I’m gonna fill you so deep you’ll feel it for days. You’ll be so full, so full of me!”
His hips slap against Mydei’s in a relentless rhythm, chasing both his own pleasure and needing to see Mydei’s expression as he orgasms again, to memorize the sight in his mind.
A greedy possessive streak inside him wants to make sure Mydei can never be satisfied by anyone else.
Only by Phainon.
The blonde shakes beneath him, boneless and completely at his mercy, thighs trembling against Phainon’s shoulders, chest rising and falling with every drag of Phainon’s cock right into his sweet spot.
He’s perfect. He’s perfect for him. He’s everything Phainon ever wanted.
“Please, Mydei, I need you. Fuck, please, please, please—”
Phainon is gone. Completely gone. His teeth sink into the delicate skin of his boyfriend’s neck, needing to claim and mark him as the heat coils fast inside him, ready to snap every second.
“Mydei!” He cries out, broken and desperate, unable to hold it together. “I’m, I’m gonna… fuck! I’m gonna cum. I can’t… Mydei I can’t.”
He can feel Mydei’s grip on his shoulders, can feel his blunt nails dig deep enough to break skin as he’s panting against his ear, strained with too much pleasure. “Phainon. slow down.”
But there’s nothing on the planet that can slow him now.
Phainon slams his hips forward with wild, uncontrolled force, feeling Mydei tighten helplessly around him with every pull, like he doesn’t want Phainon to pull out despite the pleas to slow down.
Not that Phainon wants to either, he’d stay buried deep inside Mydei forever if he could.
Unable to hold back any longer, he reaches between them, wrapping his hand around Mydei’s somehow-still-hard cock, firm and sure, stroking him in rough pulls, needing them to reach their release together this time.
Mydei’s breath stutters into a pained hiss from the sudden contact. His hips roll up into Phainon’s fist, or away, he’s not really sure anymore.
“I can’t,” he grunts, just as far gone, “too soon, fuck.”
“You can.” Phainon declares, thrusting into him harder—if that’s even possible—rutting with desperate force as he pumps Mydei in the same wild rhythm.
“Cum, Mydei, please, for me! I need it.”
“I’m—” the blonde gasps, chest rising hard, hands gripping Phainon’s shoulders so hard he almost loses his balance.
With one more broken cry, Mydei cums again.
His cock pulses in Phainon’s palm, spilling a few weak spurts over his fingers, milked completely dry. Mydei’s hips jerk up, riding the waves of pleasure with fresh tears and moans he can no longer muffle, clenching so hard on Phainon’s cock that it sends him over the edge moments later.
“I-I’m, Mydei. Mydeimos—!”
The orgasm tears through Phainon like nothing before; violent, desperate, overwhelming. His vision blacks out, hips stilling as he cums, pulsing inside the velvety walls of his lover. He sobs, cries, chants Mydei’s name like a prayer, feeling the man below him tremble under him with each throb.
Until overstimulation takes over, dragging one more broken whimper from his lips, and another weak spurt of cum.
Phainon’s arm gives in, and he collapses forward, chest pressed to Mydei’s, panting desperately against his skin. His body is still shaking from the force of whatever-that-was that overtook him, wincing when Mydei clenches weakly around his oversensitive length, yet unable to pull out, not ready to part from the warmth of his lover.
Slowly, after what feels like minutes, or hours, he's not sure, Phainon’s lungs seem to remember how breathing works and he lifts his head, looking down at his spent lover. Mydei looks equally exhausted, chest heaving, a trail of drying tears down his cheeks, eyes rolled back in the image of pure bliss.
Phainon ends up crying again, sobbing quietly into the crook of Mydei’s neck, thanking him, babbling messy confessions, thanking him again… And again, and again. He knows he makes no sense, knows that Mydei is possibly floating somewhere and not registering anything, but he cannot help himself.
It takes a few more minutes until he can slowly lift himself, pressing a clumsy kiss to the corner of Mydei’s mouth, this time not caring that he missed. “I love you,” he murmurs, a little more coherent now. “I really… heavens above, I really love you.”
Mydei’s eyes are half-lidded but regain focus, and he smiles weakly at him as he returns the kiss, properly. There is no hunger behind it, only tenderness, affection, and most importantly: it’s a silent confirmation that the feeling is mutual.
It’s so very Mydei-like that Phainon thinks he fell even deeper just now.
He returns the kiss slowly at first, like he’s still afraid he has no right to want this much, but the immense love he feels for Mydeimos grows so fast inside him, forming into the kind of joy that breaks him and rebuilds him anew— leaving him grinning like a lovestruck fool.
“I love you so much” he breaks the kiss, whispering breathless and shaky between them, because what’s another confession after the myriad he already made?
“I do too,” Mydei hums.
The verbal affirmation is everything he didn’t know he needed, and he's both giddy and very aware of how tired he is all of a sudden. Exhaustion crashes into him all at once like his body can finally relax after hearing Mydei saying he loves him too.
Phainon presses his tear stricken cheek to the blonde’s chest, allowing the sound of his beloved’s heartbeat to lull him into the realm of pleasant unconsciousness.
The last thought passing through his head is how he wants to spend the rest of his life with Mydei by his side, no more fumbling or denying anything.
He really is a fool.
A sweaty, spent fool who has finally found something worth fighting for, and he’s ready to do everything to keep Mydeimos his.
━ ⟡ ━
Mydei falls back to the mattress, staring at the ceiling, trying to regain the ability to think, to breathe… to function in general. He feels like he has been hit by a truck; an emotional white-haired truck named Phainon who had successfully fucked him into incoherency and back, scratching that itch inside him so good Mydei saw stars, literally.
It was the best sex he ever had, no exaggerations. And this guy is supposed to be a virgin?
“Weren’t you supposed to be a first timer or something?” he smacks the unconscious man on top of him, body protesting under the weight of his lover on him.
Phainon opens his eyes slowly, groggily, blinking at him with a pout, hand reaching to rub the spot Mydei just flicked.
“What was that for?”
“Weren’t you supposed to be a first timer?” Mydei repeats, “because that wasn’t a virgin. That was a sex demon.”
Phainon blinks at him again, pout morphing into the most pathetic and hopeful expression Mydei has ever seen on a grown man.
“This means I was good?” said boyfriend perks up immediately, sweet and grinning and a complete opposite to the possessive man from minutes ago. And heavens help him, Mydei swear he can see the ghost of a tail wagging behind him in excitement.
It’s so absurdly cute it knocks the air from his lungs more effectively than any of their lovemaking—if he can even call the wildest sex he ever had lovemaking—did.
“You were more than good,” Mydei laughs under his breath, fond despite knowing his hips would kill him by next morning, which is totally worth it.
Plus, he’s unable to stay mad when Phainon lights up instantly at the praise, like a dog being told he’s a good boy or offered a treat. “But I need you to pull out, we need a shower.”
“But…”
“Phainon.”
“Ok! Ok!” The white-haired man grumbles, lifting his body off Mydei’s slowly, breath stuttering mid-way. Mydei can see the way his pupils grow big again, and most importantly, can feel him twitch against his abused hole as he finally pulls all the way out.
He smacks Phainon again.
“Stop that, you horny mutt,” Mydei growls with no bite behind it, ass clenching in a futile attempt to stop the cum leaking out; the reason his insatiable boyfriend is getting hard again.
Phainon lifts his head to look at him with a hungry look, hands trying to pin Mydei back to the mattress. “But you look so good…”
“No,” Mydei cuts in flatly, swatting his arms away. “Or I’ll kick you out of the room.”
His partner immediately sags like a scolded puppy.
Is he dating a man or a dog?
“Sorry! Sorry. I’m normal now. Completely normal.”
“Normal men don’t propose mid sex, nor promise to put children in their male partner.”
“I—” Phainon sobers up instantly, color blooming high across his cheeks, all the way to his collarbones, and suddenly he can’t meet Mydei’s eyes anymore. “Is that a no then?” He ends up mumbling, shameless as ever.
Trying his best not to roll his eyes, Mydei watches him with the flattest look he can muster, but he ends up smiling despite himself. “Maybe someday. It’s too early to think about marriage and kids.”
“Y-yeah! Someday!”
Mydei really contemplates buying a fake tail and make Phainon wear it, the man already has a metaphorical one wagging behind him anyway.
“Next time, though,” he gives him a flat look, suddenly in the mood to tease his partner a little more, “try proposing when you’re not folding me in half.”
“You’re impossible.” Phainon sputters, covering his face with both hands.
“And you still love me enough to propose.”
“You will be the death of me, Mydeimos.”
“Good. Now let the ‘death of you’ kick you to the shower.” He chuckles.
“But I thought you said we need a shower—” Mydei can see his lover’s cock fattening up slowly against his thigh. That insatiable dog. He doesn’t let him finish the sentence, smacking Phainon on the head for the third time, sharp and fond and very much deserved.
“I don’t trust you not to try anything if we shower together” He huffs, folding his arms, face contorting in discomfort for a second as the action applies pressure on his still-too-sensitive nipples.
Phainon gasps at him like he’s been mortally wounded, clutching at his chest dramatically. “I would never!”
“Like hell this man would behave when he’s half-hard again.” Mydei gives him an unimpressed look instead, and that does the job.
His boyfriend deflates instantly. “Okay, you’re right, I would…”
“I know you would, now go,” Mydei pushes him off the bed with his foot, hips screaming in protest at the action. “Or I’ll go first and finish all the hot water.”
“Cruel,” Phainon mutters, but he gets up obediently, legs wobbling a little. He pauses at the door, glancing back with that hopeful look and a cheeky grin, one that Mydei is unfortunately weak to.
“You sure you don’t want to join?”
He throws a pillow at his boyfriend before he ends up caving in. He wanted to throw Phainon#2 actually, just to annoy the real Phainon, but he’s not sure where the man tossed the poor pomegranate plushie to.
The pillow works well enough. Phainon disappears into the shower, the sound of running water starting moments later.
Lying back down with a tired sigh, Mydei stares at the ceiling and tries to process the mind-blowing sex they just had. Truth to be told, he had expected to take the lead, teach Phainon what and how to touch him, not to be folded in half and proposed—that was quite endearing, actually— and then fucked so good he almost passed out, but a first timer that is so natural at it Mydei doesn’t think any other man would make the cut after today.
His lower half twitches weakly at the recent memory, too spent to fill up but interested nonetheless. Which is quite surprising if he has to be honest. His body had never been this… Eager.
Speaking of eagerness and eager people, isn’t his boyfriend taking a little too long in the shower?
Phainon is an efficient person; he has been nothing but efficient since the day he moved in. The man would normally shower in record time, shocking Mydei with how fast he is in and out.
And yet, it’s been at least ten minutes now, if not longer.
“Unbelievable,” Mydei mutters, mind slowly connecting the dots and he sits up. “He’s absolutely—”
He doesn’t let himself finish the thought; he doesn’t need to. He already knows he’s correct. Mydei’s legs carry him to the bathroom with a slight limp before he can stop himself, and he hears it before he even opens the door: his name, muffled throughout the combination of water and the wall between them, but unmistakable.
If he wasn’t hard until now - now he surely is.
Mydei opens the door, as quietly as possible, stepping inside the steamy room. And lo and behold, behind the thick layer of steam stands his boyfriend, back to the door, head bowed down, one hand braced flat against the tile.
The other hand thought… His other hand is stroking himself with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.
Another moan of ‘Mydeimos’ reverberates in the room, needy, broken.
Exactly like Mydei suspected.
His mouth goes dry. Shame and want collide low in his gut, both loving and hating how easily Phainon riles him up. Lust clouds his eyes, and he coughs once to gain his partner’s attention.
“M-Mydei!” Phainon turns his head in surprise, but Mydei doesn’t let him say anything else. He mutters a quiet “fuck it” under his breath and opens the shower’s glass door, stepping inside, wasting no time from there onward. grabbing Phainon by the hips He shoves him against the tiled wall.
They stand face to face, close enough that their chests are pressed flush—Mydei’s tribal red tattoos against Phainon’s golden halo—and even closer once Mydei leans to capture his lover’s lips in a kiss, slotting their aching cocks together, wrapping his hand around both of them.
Phainon breaks the kiss with a loud whine, head tipping back against the tile. His hands fly to Mydei’s shoulders, fingers digging in skin as his hips jerk forward instinctively, chasing the tight heat of Mydei’s grip.
“Fuck, Mydei,” Phainon manages to breathe out, barely audible over the steady hiss of water. His eyes close as he keeps bucking into the warmth of Mydei’s palm needily, water clinging in heavy drops on his long lashes. “I thought, thought you didn’t want to join.”
“Changed my mind, you were taking too long in here,” Mydei murmurs, pressing another kiss to the man’s parted lips, increasing the pace…
⟡
It takes them almost thirty minutes, and possibly all the hot water, to actually finish showering. It’s a miracle in itself that they manage to keep their hands off each other after coming once, mostly. Phainon fidgets the entire time they wash themselves, sneaking hands to Mydei’s chest, mostly, behaving only after yet another warning glare and a flick to his forehead.
Fresh and clean and without any more wandering hands, Mydei returns to his room, clean and more tired than he was leaving it, watching himself in the mirror with a deep sigh. Phainon surely left a handiwork on his skin: his left shoulder looks like it has been mauled by a hungry dog—which, Phainon is a hungry dog—and his chest is full of bite marks, and so are his neck and collarbones.
He resigns to his fate of hiding behind turtlenecks for the foreseeable future, thanking the cold weather for allowing such a fashion choice. Not that he owns any other kinds of sweaters to begin with.
He puts a face mask next, and while he waits for it to do its magic, his thoughts drift back to Phainon.
Mydei doesn’t know if their relationship will work forever. He doesn’t know what new hardships they would face, what insecurities Phainon still has. But at the very least, he’s sure of his boyfriend's resolve and genuine love. And they can make things work from there, as long as they properly communicate, unlike that first attempt… Or else Hyacine Might feed him to ‘Little’ Ica for real.
Thinking of it, he’s really glad he failed to erase the word hope from his dictionary. So so glad. Because the idea of spending the rest of his life with this man, as sappy as it may sound— is not a bad one.
Mydei rubs the leftover serum into his skin once the fifteen minutes of waiting pass, and grabs his phone.
He sends one quick message before tossing the device to the bed and stepping out into the living room.
Mydei [16:32]: It worked. Thanks mom.
━ ⟡ ━
Phainon lies on the couch, waiting as his game decides to update, internet betraying him by being too slow when he needs it the most. His body feels pleasantly wrecked, still partially floating in the post-first-sexual-experience glow, scrolling aimlessly through the comments of his first Reddit as he waits for his internet connection to cooperate and allow him to do his daily missions.
“Looks like everyone there were right from the beginning. I was an asshole, and gay. Or at least Mydei-sexual if that's a thing...”
“It seems like Cyrene knew from the start too,” he muses, remembering his sister’s words of “don’t fall for your roommate.” Which he ended up doing.
He hears Mydei first, looking up right in time to yelp as the man drops onto him without ceremony, sprawling lazily across his chest with a cutesy yawn.
Mydei nuzzles deeper into the crook of his neck, blonde-red hair tickling his cheek as he does so, but Phainon feels too content to move under the heavy warmth he can proudly call his boyfriend after today.
“...What are you doing?” Mydei asks.
“Waiting for this game to update.” He points at the screen.
“No, on your phone.”
Phainon freezes.
Right, he never told Mydei about the Reddit posts. Nor does he know if he wants to.
“Um, nothing important. Just… Checking something.”
Mydei raises his head with a questioning tilt, staring up at him, “not very believable.”
Swallowing audibly, Phainon’s eyes refuse to meet his partner’s, blush creeping higher and higher on his face.
“It’s really nothing.”
“Phainon.”
“Okay,” Phainon immediately confesses, “so, remember when we first met at the café? When you laughed at my pick-up line?”
Mydei gives him another deadpan look, “Of course, it was so bad I can’t forget it.”
“Hey! It wasn’t bad,” Phainon hisses back, pouting. “But not the point. I, well, I made a Reddit post about it...”
He barely registers how quickly the phone disappears from his hands.
“HEY—!”
The post is right there on screen, and all Phainon can do is watch as Mydei reads it, completely mortified.
AITA for looking at the male barista during my first date?
u/user33550336 Throwaway acc… I know how the title sounds but hear me out!
I (27m) was on a date (23f) recently…
Like LETHAL face card. Somehow looking at him calmed my nerves. I'm not into guys or anything, I swear!
All I did was appreciate a nice-looking bro.
Mydei reads it silently, face perfectly blank, until he reaches the line I'm not into guys or anything, I swear! and snorts, muffling his laughter into Phainon’s chest.
All while Phainon is dying beside him. Actually, physically dying.
“Lethal Face card, huh?” the blonde points out once he finishes reading the whole thing, and Phainon can do nothing but resign to his fate. His brat of a boyfriend is never going to let him live this down.
“In my defense it was before I knew I was… " You know,” he makes vague circles in the air with his hands. “Into men. It was months ago. I didn’t think I’d see you ever again, or live with you, or date you or—”
Much to his relief, or horror, Mydei doesn’t seem to pay attention to his rambling, too busy typing something, screen angled away so Phainon can’t see what exactly he’s doing.
“What are you doing?”
Before he can try snatching the phone back, Mydei reaches for his hand, warm, soft fingers lacing with his.
And takes a Photo.
He taps the screen a few more times and hands it back to Phainon, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Nothing much, just letting the people who commented know how things ended.”
UPDATE: AITA for looking at the male barista during my first date?
u/user33550336
Not sure if anyone wanted an update to the post below, but this guy is, in fact, quite gay. We’re together now.
This is the barista, by the way.
u/ SleepDeprivedSince95
Not the AITA turning into a happily-ever-after!!!
I’m so proud of you both I could scream
u/ BelobogTrashCan
THE BARISTA IS REAL??
THE BARISTA IS WITH YOU???
SIR YOU WON LIFE’S LOTTERY.
u/ GachaVictim
OP: “I swear I’m not into guys.”
Also OP: posts photo of holding hands with a guy
IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU TWO
u/ ChimeraPancakes
I KNEW IT
I KNEW YOU WERE GAY
u/ ZeroPoints
Congratulations.
u/ MemMemMem
I knew this would be a romantic story like none that has come before.
u/ ForkThis
OP: “We’re together now :)”
Son of a nice lady… You lucky forker.
u/FolloweOfBeauty
I ship it
I ship it so hard
u/ April8th
This is the best arc this sub has ever had and I will die on that hill.
u/ Kitty_Thief
I feel like a proud mother, no homo.
u/ PrincessHomebody
What do you mean by “no homo,” darling? You're as gay as these two.