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There’s a small grunt echoed in the room, a chuckle following after from a different voice.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Didn’t you say you would be able to take me easily?” Mydei purrs, looking at the man under him–tone obviously mocking.
“Guh—” Phainon grunts again, legs and arms quivering a slight from the position he is in. With a smirk, Mydei tests a slow grind, causing the other to let out a whine immediately.
“It’s—” The man huffs, “Not my fault you're nearly the size of a damn bicep. You used half the bottle of oil.” A slight exaggeration. Nonetheless, it still felt that way.
Mydei tuts, going down and draping his entire front over Phainon’s back. “A reminder that you were the one that challenged me. So you can gladly take what I give you.”
He tests another grind, going a bit deeper—and Phainon tries to bite back a sob. Mydei relishes in the reaction he's rewarded with, a sinister smile pulling at his lips.
The prince leans back up, proceeding to slowly pull his hips back. Phainon—for a moment—thinks that the other might just pull entirely out, but instead has a moan forcibly ripped from his throat when Mydei thrusts back in hard. The movement causes his body to jolt forward, allowing his head to hang further between his arms as Mydei continues the same motion. Agonizingly slow and hard.
“Fuck .”
“That’s it,” Mydei groans, hands getting a secure grasp of Phainon’s hips whilst he slowly increases his pace. “Take it well.”
“You’re so fucking—big—ah—”
Each and every thrust has Phainon feel the drag of the other’s cock against his walls—making him feel every inch, curve, and vein. He feels so full. His rim is stretched so wide due to the girth his fingers are gripping at the bedsheets under him so tightly his knuckles are turning white.
It’s beginning to become tiring holding himself up in this position with Mydei constantly pistoning into him from behind that his arms are starting to tremble. Don’t get him wrong—Phainon can hold himself up for long periods of time. The fact that Mydei had inserted his fingers into him like this a long while prior adds to his tiring arms—leaving him to hold his place for even longer.
Mydei doesn’t let up with his thrusts either—feeling as if he’s switching between going rougher or faster. It’s making Phainon go absolutely insane. So insane his arms finally decide to give in—his elbows bending slowly until the top half of his body meets the bedding.
“Aw, look at you,” The prince scoffs. “Can’t handle it enough to keep yourself up?”
“Mydeimos please.” With the use of his full name, Mydei finally relents—letting out a chuckle.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”
At the last word Mydei’s fingers featherly trail up the spine of Phainon’s back, stopping once they make contact with the choker around his neck. The action has Phainon’s eyes widening, getting a hint of what the other was thinking.
“This fickle thing,” Mydei comments deeply, “I wonder if it has any other uses than being there on your pretty neck just for show.”
His fingers hook over the edge, slipping through and curling around the band. Once assured he has a good hold on it, Mydei tugs.
Phainon can’t help the yelp he lets out, body forcefully pulled up by the hold of his choker. He’s pulled up until his hands can only slightly sustain his body on the mattress—the other man still keeping a grip on the choker. It’s being pulled so harshly against his neck he almost believes he’s going to choke, but a sick and twisted side of him loves the feeling of being treated this way by Mydei.
And Mydei doesn’t let go. He continues his harsh thrusts all while still tugging on the band, using it as a slight leverage in pulling Phainon back onto his cock each time he pulls his hips back. It feels so deliciously agonizing and good Phainon doesn’t know what to feel. At this point, all he knows is that he’s glad he kept his choker on.
“M-Mydei—” The man under him gasps, voice strained. “If you keep going like this I’m gonna—”
Looking down, Mydei can now see that the other under him was actually enjoying the action of him nearly being choked out of breath. A sinister expression clouds over the prince’s face at the realization and gives a singular harsher tug at the choker—just to hear Phainon moan at the action.
“You sick fuck. You’re liking the way I’m using this on you, aren’t you?” Phainon didn’t even have the courage to reply through his embarrassment—whimpering as a response instead all while his face began to feel warm.
Just then, the hold on his choker is released, and he's shoved back onto the mattress. Phainon lets out a confused whine when Mydei pulls out—only to then be forcefully flipped onto his back.
Mydei wastes no time in inserting his cock back into Phainon, bottoming out all the way. The other man gasps in surprise, his hand reaching out and placing it against Mydei’s abdomen.
“You seem so surprised that I’m shoving you around like this. It’s not like we haven’t done this before, hm? Or are you surprised now because I’m using your little choker as an advantage?”
At the lack of an answer from the man under him, Mydei takes it upon himself to pull harshly at the choker again—so harsh he tugs Phainon to sit up and move on top of his lap. Phainon never seizes to make Mydei amused with his reactions, the way his eyes widen while his arms scramble to wrap around Mydei’s shoulders has him chuckling.
The prince doesn’t waste any time, his hands making home on both sides of the other man’s waist, moving his body to rock up and down on his cock. Phainon meekly whimpers, shifting to roll his hips to help with the movement. His fingers tangling into the strands of Mydei’s fiery blended hair.
“Myd—”
“Mydei this and Mydei that. That’s all you can say, huh?” The man under him mocks, fingers hooking the back of his choker and tugging his body down on his cock harshly as he picks up the pace. “All you can moan out is my name?”
The new position allows the prince’s cock to shift inside him a whole different way, pressing closer to his sweet spot. It presses so close yet also so far as it just scrapes by the edges—and Phainon’s nearly whining on edge. His jaw stays slack, breathing heavily with his mouth open. Gods, is he really starting to drool from pleasure right now?
He tries to form a sentence, yet all that comes out of his mouth are filthy moans. He’s almost ashamed, but he can’t begin to think as such when there’s constant pleasure being drilled into him.
“Hm? What was that?” Mydei groans from below, keeping up his ministrations of both his arms and hips. Just how was he not tired already?
“Would—hah— my lord prefer it if I referred to him as such?” Phainon attempts to purr close into Mydei’s ear but fails miserably as he’s jostled in the man’s lap. One of Mydei’s arms came around his waist to hold him closer, tongue tracing a line up from his collarbone to his neck.
His thighs burn, this is the most he’s ever been like this atop Mydei. Frankly, he’s not used to it. Compared to what they've done before, this is the least one they’ve tried. And he knows the other can tell. His performance was turning sloppy, his hips toning down into pathetic and pitiful grinds, all while Mydei kept doing all the work.
“Getting tired again already?” The prince coos, “I should start calling you princess for how needy you are for just taking what you’re given.”
Phainon groans in protest, but it dies down whilst his silent prayers are answered. Mydei moves the both of them forward, laying Phainon once again on his back—staying in his own position and continuing to lick and bite at the other’s neck. Phainon tilts his head, giving the other more places to mark and access. Mydei doesn’t deny him, happily licking and biting at any area of skin he can get to, all while impressively keeping the same pace of his hips.
When Mydei momentarily lets out a frustrated grunt, Phainon realizes it’s due to the choker covering the areas Mydei’s unable to reach—and it makes him giggle. As much as he’s noticed that the prince has become interested in the tiny piece of a band around his neck, he also knows well how much Mydei loves to leave his marks on him. Not that Phainon is ever opposed.
He keeps his arms around the other’s shoulders, growing needy and holding him closely to himself. He has a half mind of wrapping his legs around the prince’s torso but decides against it—opting to spread his legs wider.
Mydei lifts his head up, admiring the work he created on the neck of the man under him, with a satisfied smile on his lips. He takes this chance to get a good look at Phainon’s face, realizing just how close to being nearly out of it he is. His hair is a bit of a mess—haloed around his head, his eyes glazed over, and his lips are slicked with spit and drool. Mydei cannot resist leaning down, licking the spit on his lips, and forging it into a kiss.
Phainon keens into it with delight, tugging the other as close as possible, their chests and fronts completely flushed together. One of Mydei's hands comes behind to cradle the back of his head, the other staying by his waist, caressing up and down.
The position feels so close and intimate, a various contrast to how rough and quick Mydei is thrusting into him. Phainon will never deny the amount of stamina Mydei has, for all he knows he could have more than what he’s shown him.
The possibility causes him to shiver, hole clenching around its intruder for a mere second, causing Mydei’s hips to stutter. The prince laughs in that deep voice of his, retaliating with a rougher thrust. The continuance of this finally causes the head of his cock to rub against the lovely bundle of a sweet spot Phainon has been waiting for.
The action makes Phainon’s body flinch, his hold on the other on top of him instantly becoming tighter.
“That feels so… so good.” He mumbles and mewls against Mydei’s mouth, relishing how he keeps slamming right into the exact same spot.
“Gods, you sound divine.” Mydei moans, pulling away to press a kiss to his cheek before digging his face into his neck, his hips now opting to go faster rather than harder. “I’d die many times over just to hear you like this every waking day.”
“Mydei—Mydei, please.” Phainon’s scrambling for any inch of skin-to-skin at this point, grabbing and scratching all around the other’s nape, shoulders, and back. The marks won't look pretty, but Mydei can deal with it as Phainon’s neck possibly looks like it’s been mauled by an animal. Cough.
“Oh, sweetheart. You’d have to try more than that in order for me to permit you release.”
“Ah—My lord,” Phainon desperately begs, choking on a sob. He’s so close and if Mydei keeps going the same pace without laying a single hand upon him, he just might burst into tears. “Please, my lord.”
Gods, I’m going to fucking break.
“Fuck. You get on my fucking nerves but I absolutely adore how I can turn you into such a babbling mess like this,” The prince relents, shoving a hand between their bodies and wrapping his hands around Phainon’s pitiful, red leaking cock—jerking him in the same pace as his thrusts. “You’re lucky I can give you anything you want.”
“Oh—yes, yes just like that ah—” Phainon absolutely writhes in his hold, his entire self feeling so much pleasure he doesn’t know what to do with it.
“Good pup, take what I’m giving you.” Mydei’s low and husky voice rings in his head.
The use of the name catches him entirely off guard; his orgasm comes before he even realizes he’s at the edge. His body locks up as he releases all over both of their stomachs and Mydei’s hand. It’s not long before Mydei follows after him—pressing his hips deep against the others while spilling his entire load inside.
There are a few long moments of pure heavy breathing and panting, both men catching their breaths—coming down from their highs. It’s Phainon who’s the first to speak, giggling into Mydei’s shoulder—recalling what had just happened.
“Maybe I should keep my choker on more often for these things.” Mydei’s laugh rumbled deep in his chest that Phainon could practically feel it.
“Do that and I won’t allow you to leave the room.”
It’s another challenge that Phainon knows he shouldn’t accept whatsoever. But in the light of the man on top of him constantly bringing out his competitive side, he has all the reason to play into it. He inches close and places a peck on Mydei’s shoulder, then his neck, ear, cheek, and finally lips.
“Guess I’ll have to prepare for that.” Phainon challenges with a slight curve to his lips.
“Keep that up and we’ll see if you’ll still be cocky once I’m done with you, pup .” Mydei leans back and takes hold of the back of Phainon’s thighs, pushing them forward to nearly bend him in half. Phainon had almost forgotten that the prince was still inside of him, and gasped at the feeling as Mydei began to harden within him again, already grinding his hips into Phainon’s overstimulated heat.
“Uh—wait, Mydei!” Phainon’s body jolts in oversensitivity, a loud moan forced from his throat as he desperately grabs at Mydei’s arms. “Mydeimos, I’m still—mmh—sensitive, please!”
“I take every word seriously.”