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“Mmmph, ngh- slow down!” Mydei gasped, lifting his head from where he had sunk his face in a pillow, almost choking on a sharp inhale of much-needed air, every muscle in his body screaming at him to stop moving.
Large, calloused hands only tightened on his hips in response, as Phainon renewed his efforts to pound Mydei deeper into the mattress. Unable to turn around with Phainon’s full body weight on him, Mydei blindly reached out with his hands, trying to get Phainon to stop for a second.
Phainon responded by grabbing his hand and knitting their fingers, leaning down to the mattress to whisper in his ear, “So, Mydeimos, what were you saying about my stamina?”
Overwhelmed by the onslaught that had been going on for hours since they’d returned from the baths, Mydei could only moan in response. Amber-crimson eyes dimmed as he recalled their earlier competition to see who could last longest in the Okhemian baths.
As a Kremnoan used to the heat of his home country, Mydei had won by a landslide, and relished the sight of the Deliverer, so equally matched for him in battle, so easily defeated by mere heat. And so he might have made fun of him more than necessary, but it was all in good jest.
Unfortunately, he had made one snide remark too much. Although Phainon had smiled and chattered as he always did on their post-bath walk back to their shared quarters, as soon as the door closed behind them, he fell silent, walked up behind Mydei and unceremoniously pushed him down onto their bed.
“The fuc- what are you-” Mydei spluttered, uncharacteristically at a loss from the unexpected behavior from the white-haired man.
He tried to look back at the man, but only caught a glimpse of sapphire eyes darkened by the shadow of an expression before he was pushed face-down into the pillows on their bed.
Mydeimos couldn’t help suppressing a yelp as he was suddenly lifted up from his lying position on his stomach, Phainon’s cock slipping out as he adjusted their positions from the bed.
“What are you- mmgh!” Mydei’s one hand reached up to cover his mouth hastily as Phainon suddenly re-entered, burying himself inside to the hilt before slowing pulling out, setting a slow but punishing pace.
“Nghhh- Phainon! Wait- ungh!” This new angle was even more dangerous, with Phainon’s cock now at the perfect angle to hit his prostate dead on with each new thrust.
Mydei suppressed a whine as he looked down, through his blurred vision, he could see a small bump forming in his lower abdomen each time Phainon reached the deepest point of his thrust.
He was so sensitive at this point that he could feel every ridge and bump of the Deliverer’s cock dragging along his walls as he tried in vain to muffle the embarrassing noises coming out of his mouth with his hands.
Unluckily for him, Phainon noticed this and stopped mid-thrust, pried them off and used his arms as leverage to keep him upright as he snapped his hips into the blonde man.
Mydei’s sun-colored eyes widened and a deep blush spread across his cheeks as his breathy whimpers and raspy whines now filled the room.
“N-ngh, wait Ph-phainon! P-people are going to hear us!” he protested between suppressed moans.
When was this going to end?
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Leaning back for a second to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Phainon took a second to admire Mydei’s current state.
Although slightly unfocused, the Kremoan man’s beautiful sun-dappled eyes glistened with unshed tears as he panted and gasped, trying to recover during this brief lapse of activity. Breathing slightly hard from exertion, Phainon’s eyes trailed down the ever-flickering crimson lines that covered the demigod of Strife’s body and served as perfect contours of his body, which was now covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Lifting Mydei’s hips slightly, he admired the site of their connection, thumbing at the Mydei’s rim, the blonde letting out a small whimper at the additional contact.
Phainon cooed and bent down to nip at a sensitive nipple, laughing at the angry yelp in response.
“H-how long are you planning to keep this up, you fuc- mhgh!” Mydei’s question is cut off by a choked grunt as Phainon suddenly slams his cock all the way to the hilt.
He slowly pulled out so that only the tip was in, feigning an end to the onslaught, waiting for Mydei to breathe a sigh of relief only for it to turn into a choked off sob as he slid back in, the warm velvety walls enveloping him once more. Groaning with pleasure, he slowly picked up a rhythm again, going for steady deep thrusts as he leaned down, pressing Mydei’s knees down further so that the other man was bent in half. Thrown off by the new sensations brought by the deeper angle, Mydei couldn’t help letting out a long drawn out moan that broke up into small staccato yelps as Phainon kept his thrusts going, slowly increasing the pace.
Phainon chanced another look at Mydei’s expression and groaned at the look on his face.
Mydei’s light golden pupils had filled with tears, some of which had spilled out and slid down the sides of his face to his ears. His gaze, normally so focused and alert for battle, had become glazed-over, his expression looking as if his mind was floating. His pink lips, usually pursed in thought or slightly downturned as he reprimanded Phainon for something stupid, were glossy with spit and drool as he moaned, too out of it at this point to muffle his sounds anymore. The sight of the beautiful man so debauched made Phainon feel like he was going further insane, and he decided that he was going to keep him here as long as possible.