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A notification pings on Mydei’s teleslate. He picks it up with a casual glance, because he’s nonchalant like that.
It seems that Phainon’s streaming again.
He taps the app open. Phainon’s familiar icon, a funny little portrait of him smiling, greets him cheerfully. The stream loads, showing Phainon’s front from the top of his head to his knees. This time, he’s talking about some antique – a rusted-looking bronze pot.
The sky is bright as always, bathing him in a warm, golden light. It catches on the ends of his white hair and makes his bright blue eyes gleam. His voice flows smoothly, melodic and comforting, even with that unmistakable edge of excitement.
…
Yeah, Mydei isn’t paying full attention to whatever he’s saying again. He kind of gets it, kind of doesn’t, but the only things truly registering are the soft cadence of his voice and the bright smile gracing his lips. And perhaps the slight shift of his strong thighs when he leans on one leg sometimes.
Phainon’s quite popular, so it’s no surprise that the viewer count is climbing fast. The chat scrolls nonstop. While some of the viewers actually engage with the topic at hand, soon, a bunch of people singing Phainon’s praises start infiltrating the comments.
Law33: What a talented young sapling you are, Phainon.
Phain1fan: Say hi to me Phainon!
Myph801: Your voice is so soothing, makes me feel happy
Ilovechimera567: I think it might be genuine? I’ve heard before that my grandmother’s uncle’s father owned something like this before I was born
Ilovechimera567: Now that I think about it, maybe this could have been my family heirloom
Wooshman123: Looks so pretty
Istoleurwalletbtw: Can I steal this later. I won’t return it, don’t worry
Yeager5: You will do many great things in the future.
QueenAgyFan: Mr Phainon! Thank you for this stream! I am enjoying this very much!
ilovemydih: Awooga
LadyGaGa: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference,
Garrison50: You have such rare potential. With the right guidance, you could become something truly extraordinary.
Phaina55: Can you bend over for me please
Phaina55: Spread your voluptuous thighs
Iwouldd1eforCastouch: Can someone moderate the chat or something
Imgey: Are you flexible
Utopia3: You’re like untouched marble – beautiful now, but imagine what you could be in the right hands.
Dromasisbetter: This is obviously fake
Dromasisbetter: Look at the oxidation, it’s completely inconsistent. This is a replica at best. You’re all being fooled
Shining36: There’s so much in you still waiting to bloom. Someone just needs to show you how.
The comments are getting out of hand.
It’s one thing to like Phainon (which he completely understands, not that he’ll ever say it out loud), but it’s another to post such things on a stream where Phainon is sincerely talking about something he’s interested in. Unfortunately, this isn’t the first time this has happened. Mydei sighs as he starts scanning the chat, finger already moving to the report button – something he’s done too many times to count.
Mydei’s hovering over one of the messages when he sees a new one flash by:
Rgebaiter101: mydei straight af i would’ve asked for a thigh job if phainon was my sparring partner
Wait. What was that?
He quickly scrolls back up as Phainon’s voice echoes in the background.
Rgebaiter101: mydei straight af i would’ve asked for a thigh job if phainon was my sparring partner
ilovemydih: Mmmmm you describe the pot so well I feel like I can taste the rust on it
KraterosCK: @Rgebaiter101 Refer to The Undying Mydeimos, The Crown Prince of Castrum Kremnos, by his full title, you disrespectful vermin!
Busybody111: @Rgebaiter101 same
The comment confuses Mydei. He wasn’t even mentioned by Phainon at any point of the stream. But more importantly…
Why does he feel so wronged by it?
What makes you think I, Mydei hastily types before he pauses. What in Nikador’s name is he doing?
He deletes the message. He goes back to look at Phainon, who’s now a little distracted. A bunch of children have run up to him, giggling as they place a flower crown on his head. He laughs, warm and unguarded, thanking them before gently sending them off. Mydei watches as his laughter fades to a soft smile.
He almost forgets about the stupid message. That is, until the bastard types in the chat again.
Rgebaiter101: i mean mydei spends so much time with him but is too much of a wimp to do anything. if i were him i would have jumped phainon by now and shown him a real calamity
KraterosCK: @Rgebaiter101 You shall refer to The Undying Mydeimos, The Crown Prince of Castrum Kremnos, by his full title! And he is not a wimp! He is more of a man and warrior than you will ever be, you piece of trash.
Rgebaiter101: LOL some grandpa’s getting all cranky over here
That’s it.
He presses the report button without hesitation and sets his teleslate down a little harsher than necessary. The strange people Phainon attracts sometimes… Mydei feels bad for him. No one should have to deal with this kind of garbage just for being… himself.
Before he even realises it, his body is moving on its own. He leaves his room and starts heading towards the market.
Phainon looks up from where he’s holding his teleslate the moment the familiar red and gold of Mydei’s armour enters his peripheral vision. He brightens instantly, offering a smile so radiant it nearly rivals the bright sky overhead.
“Hey, Mydei,” Phainon greets him. “What are you doing here?”
It seems that Phainon has ended his stream already. Mydei doesn’t know if he should feel relieved or disappointed by that. Maybe if he had appeared for just a moment, the stupid commenters would know just who— “Just walking around.”
“Feeling restless, are you?” Phainon asks, nudging him lightly with his elbow. “Well, I’m free now. Want to spar? Or maybe…” He pauses, eyes glinting. “Golden honeycakes at the pancake house?”
Pancakes do sound appealing now. Mydei crosses his arms. “Maybe the honeycakes.”
Phainon gives him a teasing smile as he wraps an arm around Mydei’s shoulders. “I knew it.”
They find a quiet corner table after taking their orders. Soon, the honeycakes arrive, stacking high between them.
They make casual conversation, but somehow, it inevitably turns to the stream.
“They were so rude,” Mydei mutters. “How do you ignore that?”
Phainon waves a fork around in the air. “They’re just trying to get a rise out of me. Besides, at least they’re watching the stream?”
Mydei sighs. “You can’t let them trample all over you like that.”
Phainon laughs, sipping his drink. “I didn’t know you cared so much about my streams. You watch them often?”
All the time, Mydei thinks. Instead, he says, “You must think that I have all the time in the world.”
Phainon shakes his head in exasperation. “Well, in the end, they’re just comments. Even if they threaten me or something, it’s not like they’ll actually do it.”
“Yeah, but…” Mydei mutters but trails off. I don’t like seeing them say such things about you.
Seeing Mydei looking so glum, Phainon hums. “You can be my moderator?”
“What?” Mydei says. “What does that mean?”
“You can watch the chat for any strange comments and report them. Maybe comment sometimes to let people know to keep their comments respectful?”
Well… He’s already doing half of that anyway. Why not just go all the way?
“And what do I get out of this?”
Phainon grins. “Well, maybe you’ll stop getting sulky over comments that have nothing to do with you.”
“That—” Mydei starts, flustered.
But Phainon shuts him up with a forkful of pancake. “Ahhh~”
Mydei glares at him, but eats it anyway. He leans back and turns to look away with his arms crossed.
Phainon chuckles, then quiets. A second passes before he looks at Mydei softly. “You never really talked about my streams before. Did you see something you didn’t like?”
Mydei glances back at him to scoff. “Well, it has nothing to do with me, right?”
Phainon snorts. “Are you really acting all petulant now?”
Mydei grumbles, but he doesn’t reply. Phainon just shakes his head and goes back to eating. They eat in silence over the next twenty minutes, with Mydei just thinking about the comments, while Phainon leisurely scrolls through his teleslate.
At some point, Phainon looks up and flashes Mydei a bright smile. Mydei frowns back at him.
Then, he gives Mydei a look that means, “I have a strange thought that I think is brilliant. You definitely would not like this.”
“What is it?” Mydei grunts out before Phainon can launch into a monologue about why Mydei should look forward to the idea instead of getting straight to the point.
“Well, I was thinking,” Phainon says. “Maybe we could have a little spar later, and the winner gets to ask the loser to do whatever he wants him to do for the day?”
It sounds surprisingly normal. But to Mydei, it doesn’t sound good. He isn’t exactly in great shape because he hasn’t slept well in days, and his neck is a little stiff. But Phainon’s smug look pisses him off a little.
“You’re on.”
They’re on the rooftop again. It’s become a little sanctuary of theirs – where they spar, talk, argue, or even just stand in comfortable silence as they look over the city. Sometimes, no, many times, Mydei comes here alone to think about things he doesn’t bother talking about with others.
Right now, he’s exchanging blows with Phainon. He looks so carefree like this, almost like a child playfighting with his friends. Mydei supposes that this is technically what it is. As he launches a particularly hard punch downwards, Phainon easily dodges it, body dipping low with widened legs. For a moment, his thighs level right with Mydei’s eyes, strong and flexed.
Thigh job, Mydei’s mind suddenly supplies.
What the fuck?
Mydei freezes for a split second, too stunned by his thoughts. Phainon takes the chance to swing his wooden sword at him, and Mydei tries to block it a beat too late.
As expected, Mydei stumbles over, loses his footing, and finds himself falling flat onto his back, staring up at the sky as the light shines behind the silhouette of his opponent. Phainon steps into view, the light crowning him from behind. He looks like the sun itself, if it were real – warm and blinding. If only he wiped that stupid grin off his face.
“Looks like I won our bout this time, hmm?” Phainon asks a little cockily. The way he’s standing, Mydei can’t help but notice the way his legs are planted – solid and powerful and frustratingly tempting to grab. Phainon raises an eyebrow at Mydei’s silence.
Mydei scoffs and turns his head away, trying to mask the heat blooming across his face.
“You know what that means, don’t you?” Phainon teases above him. “I get to order you around today.”
“Tch,” Mydei clicks his tongue. He doesn’t have a choice; a promise is a promise. “HKS. What do you want?”
Buy him food? Carry him around the city? Or even worse, crawl through the market on all fours? Phainon surely wouldn’t be that evil. Would he?
But then, Phainon’s tone shifts. “Tell me what’s going on in your head. Did something happen during my stream?”
That catches Mydei off guard.
He knows Phainon is perceptive – annoyingly so – but being the target of that insight always leaves him feeling… too exposed. Vulnerable.
… There’s so much he could say.
That the comments pissed him off. That he doesn’t like how they talk about Phainon, like he’s some object – like they own him. That he doesn’t like the way it made him feel. That maybe, just maybe, he’s been avoiding the real reason it got under his skin.
But instead, what leaves his mouth is: “Do you think I’m straight?”
Damn. He really needs to fix his sleep deprivation issue.
Phainon blinks at him, confused. Then his expression shifts to one of calm understanding.
He hums thoughtfully, tapping a finger to his chin. “Have you ever had feelings for a woman?”
Mydei thinks. Admiration, yes. But not… that. Not romance, if that is what Phainon is implying. “No.”
“How about a man?”
Phainon’s piercing blue eyes lock onto him – the kind Mydei has seen in too many dreams and far too many stolen glances. But the question also reminds him of days long gone, of the people he’s lost. Of what it felt like to care too deeply about someone who couldn’t stay by his side till the very end.
“… Perhaps.”
Phainon smiles softly. “Then I think you have your answer.”
Huh. That wasn’t as awful as he expected.
“So?” Phainon prompts. “You still haven’t answered my question. What’s bothering you? It’s not about your orientation, is it?”
Mydei frowns. What exactly was bothering him? It wasn’t because the commenter accused him of being straight, not really. It was… something else.
No, he knows what it is. He just doesn’t want to admit it.
Phainon studies his expression for a moment, and then sighs. “Alright. How about this? We’ll put it on hold for now, but I’ll give you another order.”
Mydei groans, running a hand through his hair. “What is it now?”
Phainon gives him a smirk.
“How about…” Phainon says, pausing to add some unnecessary suspense, “I let you do anything you want to me for a day?”
Mydei stills. Phainon’s expression is unreadable, but his eyes hold just enough mischief to make Mydei’s heart skip a beat.
“… What do you mean by that?” Mydei grits out once his voice returns.
“Anything,” Phainon replies simply. “Whatever you want.”
“Wouldn’t that just be me ordering you around?” Mydei mutters, irritated. “What was the point of the spar, then?”
“No, no, Mydei,” Phainon says slowly, as if entertaining a child. It irks Mydei. “I’m ordering you to do whatever you want to me. Not making you order me around. There’s a difference.”
Mydei squints at him. “… You want me to do something to you.”
“Exactly,” Phainon says with a bright smile.
Mydei stares for a second, his mind spinning. Then—
“… Even if it’s asking for a thigh job?” he blurts out, before realising what just left his lips. And by the way Phainon’s eyes light up, triumphant, he knows that Phainon heard it too.
“So it really was about that comment,” Phainon says in mild awe. Mydei blinks wildly at him.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m not able to read all the comments during the stream,” Phainon explains, “so I wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t shown up looking all broody and territorial.”
Shit, so it was his fault for trying to find him in the first place. Why did he even go searching for him?
“… Territorial?”
Phainon smiles knowingly at him.
“So during our pancake outing, I decided to look through them. I’ve got to admit, some of the comments were quite funny. But there was one that specifically mentioned you.”
Mydei closes his eyes in resignation. He knows where this is going. He totally forgot about reporting that message because he was so mad about the one afterwards.
“It said something along the lines of ‘Mydei’s so straight. I would’ve asked for a thigh job if Phainon was my sparring partner,’ didn’t it?”
“I’m surprised you can say that so shamelessly,” Mydei says, his tone unnervingly calm, though the heat creeping up his cheeks and his tense shoulders indicate otherwise.
Phainon laughs. “Like I said, the comments are just funny to me.”
Mydei finally opens his eyes to glance at Phainon. “And you’re still saying I can do anything I want to you?”
“… Do you want to touch my thighs?” Phainon asks, offering him a hand. “I don’t mind.”
Mydei takes the hand and yanks himself up with a glare. “So you’re just going to let any man come up to you and rub your thighs if they ask first? Since you ‘don’t mind’?”
Phainon gives him a pointed look. “You know that’s not what I meant, Mydei.”
“Yeah? Because that’s what it sounded like to me,” Mydei grumbles, folding his arms. “Where’s your sense of self-preservation?”
“Mydei,” Phainon says, sounding more annoyed than usual. And what a feat that is. Mydei almost feels proud of himself. “You really don’t get it, do you?”
He steps in closer to Mydei, reaching out to wrap his fingers around Mydei’s wrist. “I’m saying I’m letting you touch me. Not anyone else.”
Mydei just stares, too shocked to reply. Phainon’s eyes are steady, not at all teasing. He’s actually being honest now, and that is why it’s almost too hard to believe.
Mydei gulps as he turns his gaze to the hand still on his wrist.
“So you’re saying… I could press you against that wall, hold your hips, and rub myself between your thighs until I’m satisfied?”
Phainon’s breath catches, clearly surprised by Mydei’s straightforwardness. A shiver runs down his spine as his pupils dilate just slightly.
“… Yes, Mydei,” he says, a little breathless. “If that’s what you want.”
Mydei narrows his eyes. He wasn’t expecting that answer. He wasn’t expecting anything at all, actually.
“You’re…” he says slowly. “A lot more affected by this than I thought.”
Phainon lets out a breathy laugh, but his face is slightly flushed with embarrassment. “I’m a little pent up, as you can probably tell.”
“Oh,” Mydei replies, feeling a little bolder now. His hand moves, resting gently on Phainon’s shoulder. “Since we’re on this topic…”
He leans in.
“What if I do want to order you around?”
Phainon exhales shakily, as if he’s holding back a sound, and gives him a small smile.
“… Then I’ll obey.”
Mydei’s breath is caught in his throat. He can’t look away from Phainon. Not when he’s staring at him like that, not when his lips part ever so slightly, like he’s already anticipating something. And not when Mydei can feel the tension coiling between them like a taut string, stretched to its limit.
He should say something. He should move away. He should—
But he doesn’t. Instead, he lifts his hand and brushes a few strands of hair out of Phainon’s face. The motion is strangely gentle, considering how hard his heart is pounding.
“You really mean it?” Mydei asks quietly. “Anything?”
Phainon nods. “Anything you want.”
Mydei searches his face for any flicker of hesitation, any sign that this is all a joke. But Phainon is serious. His fingers tighten slightly around Mydei’s wrist as if trying to prove himself.
Mydei finally lets out a slow breath. Then, his hands slide to Phainon’s waist.
“Take your coat off,” he says, voice low. Phainon’s lips curl up as he quickly gets to work. It takes a short while; the intricate layers of belts and accessories come off one by one. Mydei almost curses at Aglaea for the complicated design, although he has to admit it suits Phainon very well.
Finally, Phainon’s done, now clad in a much simpler black blouse and trousers. And Mydei can finally see the full length of his legs without the coat blocking his way.
“Against the wall,” Mydei commands. Phainon turns without a word and walks a few steps to the wall, placing his palms against the warm surface. His back is straight, tipped slightly forward. He squeezes his thighs together just a little, and Mydei lets out a quiet exhale of awe at the glimpse of a gap between them. Phainon’s always going on about how absurd Mydei’s body is, but really, it’s Phainon’s that looks like it was lovingly sculpted by the Titans themselves.
Mydei shakes his head to get back into focus. Still, he hesitates just for a moment before stepping in behind Phainon, placing one palm lightly on his hip. “Should I take mine out, or…?”
Phainon chuckles at Mydei’s dawdling. “It’s up to you.”
Mydei exhales, grounding himself. Then, with a rustle of fabric and armour, he undoes the buckle at his waist. Phainon doesn’t turn around. He just waits, fingers splayed against the wall.
“Pull your pants down too.”
Phainon obeys again, hooking his fingers into the waistband and sliding his trousers down in one smooth motion. Mydei admires the soft curve of his ass before he finally steps in closer. With a hand on Phainon’s hip, he trails the other hand up the back of his thigh. He can feel the warmth of Phainon’s skin, the way his muscles shift under his touch.
His hand trails up further now, to the space between Phainon’s thighs. He’s careful, almost reverent, with the way he nudges them apart slightly, just enough to slide into the space between.
The heat of Phainon’s body and the faint scent of syrup and honeycakes fill Mydei’s head.
“I’m going…” Mydei begins, but his voice falters. He grips Phainon’s hips tightly to ground himself. “I’m going to move now.”
Phainon shivers. “Okay.”
Mydei curses under his breath and closes the remaining distance between them as he rocks forward, the friction making his breath hitch. Phainon exhales, soft and low, his fingers flexing against the wall.
“That…” Phainon murmurs. “That was good.”
“You’re insane,” Mydei mutters as he moves again, guided more by instinct now than thought. “Letting me do this.”
“And yet here you are,” Phainon replies breathlessly.
Mydei’s hands tighten on his hips as he thrusts again, dragging him back with each motion. Phainon braces himself against the wall, squeezing his thighs even tighter, head tipping forward with a soft noise that shoots straight down Mydei’s spine.
The rhythm grows sharper, rougher. Mydei leans forward, chest flush against Phainon’s back as his arms wrap tightly around his torso. Phainon reaches a hand behind him, pressing against Mydei’s back to bring him closer. It’s desperate and needy, and Mydei can’t help but press a kiss to the side of his neck when he buries his face against him, breathing him in like he needs it to stay alive. Phainon shivers at the contact, letting out another soft moan as he rubs his thighs together, earning a low groan from Mydei that rumbles deliciously in his ear.
After a while, Phainon lifts his other hand away from the wall, the hand hovering hesitantly in the air before slowly moving downwards.
“Can I…” Phainon asks, voice trembling. “Can I touch myself?”
“Yes,” Mydei groans. “Do it.”
Phainon’s hand moves between his own legs, stroking himself in time with Mydei’s thrusts. Mydei adjusts his grip, one hand sliding to press against Phainon’s stomach, the other bracing at the curve of his thigh. The control is slipping from him with every push, and yet he doesn’t care.
Phainon’s whimpers start to become louder now, legs shaking as he pants through each motion.
“Mydei,” he gasps, “I’m close—”
“Me too—”
The sound of skin, breath, quiet moans and gasps – they fill the space between them. The build-up is intense, overwhelming, and when it hits, it’s with a force that rips the air from their lungs.
Phainon comes first, gasping, his hand still moving as his release hits the wall in spurts. Mydei follows, groaning into Phainon’s shoulder as his hips jerk forward, his grip tightening almost painfully. His own orgasm crashes through him, hot and consuming, and drops of his release splatter against Phainon’s thighs.
They stay there for a moment, both of them heaving and pressed close together, damp with sweat and the remnants of their release. Finally, Phainon turns his head to glance back at Mydei, face flushed but smiling widely.
“Still upset about the comment?” Phainon asks cheekily. Mydei rolls his eyes and scoffs as he steps back.
As they start to relax, the atmosphere slowly gets a little awkward. A moment of clarity hits Mydei, and he almost feels embarrassed for letting his dick do the thinking this whole time. Then, he notices the dribble of his come on Phainon’s legs, almost reaching the bunched-up trousers below his knees. Without thinking, he reaches out a hand to swipe at Phainon’s inner thigh.
“Hah—!”
Phainon jerks right as the breathy sound leaves his lips. Mydei freezes.
“Uh…” Mydei says, slowly moving his hand away. “Sorry. I just… didn’t want your pants to get dirty.”
“Oh, haha,” Phainon laughs awkwardly. “How kind of you.”
Mydei pulls his hand back with a mix of guilt and embarrassment, his eyes catching Phainon’s. They widen a little when he notices that Phainon’s still looking at him with an intense gaze. “You good?”
Phainon’s expression softens a little. “I’m great, actually. But… maybe we should clean up?”
“Right. Yeah,” Mydei mutters, pulling Phainon’s trousers up gingerly, still embarrassed about the whole situation. “You’re right.”
Phainon raises an eyebrow as he turns to face him, his annoying grin returning. “How nice of you to worry about my pants this much.”
“Well, it was—” Mydei follows Phainon’s gaze and glances down at his dick still hanging out. “Oh.”
He hastily shoves it back inside his pants, earning a soft chuckle from Phainon. After a brief, uncomfortable silence, they scramble to gather the clothes and wipe the mess off the wall as best as they can, neither of them quite meeting the other’s eye.
It’s not… a big deal, Mydei tries to convince himself. Everything will go back to normal, and Phainon will return to being the obnoxious brat he always has been. I’ll just never talk about his streams again, and we’ll go back to being rivals and fighting each other over small, stupid things, as always.
Suddenly, Phainon steps closer to Mydei, fingers brushing his bare arm. “Hey, Mydei.”
“What?” Mydei looks up, meeting his gaze. Phainon hesitates, eyes darting away for a moment before he looks back at him.
“What do you want to do now?” Phainon asks, voice strangely quiet. “Since we’ve made it this far, do you want to… go all the way?”
… What?
Mydei studies him for a moment. He can see the cracks starting to show through Phainon’s confident exterior now, the way his chest rises just a little faster, the way his lips press together as he waits for a response. He’s being serious and vulnerable in front of him, and it stirs something within Mydei. Maybe that’s why he can’t help but want to tease Phainon. “Hmm. Is that an order?”
“… A suggestion,” Phainon replies with a nervous smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “You can decline this one.”
Mydei raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Your place or mine?”
Phainon’s eyes flicker with sudden realisation: Mydei accepted it. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “… Yours.”
The walk back to Mydei’s place feels endless. Phainon sticks close to Mydei, not letting him out of his sight, as they impatiently walk towards their destination. A few people greet them as they pass, but their voices fade into the background – Mydei and Phainon greet back, but neither of them are really listening. Maybe the people assume they’re rushing off to do their duties as the honourable Chrysos Heirs. If only they knew.
When they finally reach Mydei’s place, the doors swing open. Mydei pulls Phainon inside, his hands already on Phainon’s thighs as he lifts him effortlessly. He carries Phainon towards his room, and the moment they’re inside, Mydei slams Phainon’s back against the wall, his lips crashing against Phainon’s in a bruising and desperate kiss.
“Shit,” Mydei mutters between kisses, his hips rolling against Phainon’s, “I wanna fuck you against the wall with your thighs up like this.”
Phainon gasps into his mouth, tangling his fingers in Mydei’s hair, dragging him closer. “Yes, yes, mmn, you can—”
Mydei puts him down, pulling away just enough to strip them both of their clothes, the sudden chill of the room contrasting sharply with their heated skin. He grabs the vial of oil from his drawer and hands it to Phainon with an intense gaze. Then, with a shift of his hands, he hoists Phainon back up, pushing him into the wall with his knees nearly against his chest. The air is knocked out of Phainon’s lungs as he scrambles for purchase, clawing at the wall behind him for leverage.
Mydei watches him closely, his eyes devouring the sight of Phainon in such a vulnerable position. There’s something debauched about it – Phainon’s legs spread apart so easily, presenting himself like prey open for the taking. It should feel humiliating – and it is – but Phainon is too overwhelmed by how easily Mydei controls him, the way he holds him effortlessly like he’s weightless. Mydei’s body is just as commanding – muscles taut, chest rising, his arousal undeniable. The view of Mydei in front of him is almost too much to bear, and yet he can’t look away.
Mydei’s gaze flicks down to Phainon’s lower body.
“Finger yourself like this,” Mydei orders, low and raspy. “I want to watch.”
Phainon’s body trembles under the demand, but his hands move without hesitation. His fingers fumble slightly as he uncorks the vial of oil, pouring it over his fingers before pressing them into his twitching hole. A slight, burning sensation shoots through him, but he’s too far gone to care about the discomfort. Mydei watches him – silent, hungry, never looking away – and that only heightens the experience.
He closes his eyes, his breath hitching as he begins to move. He slides his fingers in and out as soft, breathless moans slip past his lips.
Soon, the world around him blurs as the discomfort fades, replaced by a growing, restless need. His breath comes in shallow bursts, each one louder than the last, until he’s gasping with each movement and getting lost in the pleasure. His fingers move faster, hips twitching instinctively with the rhythm, and all the while, Mydei watches him with that same hunger in his eyes.
Just as Phainon feels his body give way, unravelling in the rhythm of his own touch, Mydei’s voice breaks through, sharp and commanding.
“Take your fingers out.”
Phainon’s eyes snap open, his chest heaving as he processes the words. His fingers twitch where they’re buried inside himself, almost reluctant to stop. He looks up at Mydei, breathless, and Mydei stares back with an unwavering gaze, eyes dark with desire. Phainon hesitates for a moment, fighting the impulse to keep going, but the weight of Mydei’s command makes his hand pull back slowly.
With a frustrated moan, he withdraws his fingers, his body aching with need. The air feels warm, and the emptiness left by his touch makes his heart beat faster, the anticipation of what comes next almost unbearable. He looks at Mydei, unsure whether to beg for more or wait for the next command.
Mydei decides for him. “Slick my cock and put it in yourself.”
The words hit Phainon like a shock, and his eyes widen with disbelief. He wants to laugh at how comical it almost sounds, but Mydei’s expression is unflinching, no trace of hesitation. Phainon’s heart pounds wildly in his chest as he tries to gather his thoughts. Meanwhile, Mydei’s grip on Phainon’s thighs tighten slightly, as if reminding him that he’s still here.
“You can’t expect me to do it myself, not when I’m holding you up like this,” Mydei says matter-of-factly.
Phainon swallows hard. Mydei’s right, and it’s not like he’s in a position to resist, anyway. Not that he wants to. With a hesitant breath, he pours a generous amount of oil onto his hand before dropping the vial to hook his arm back around Mydei’s shoulder. He wraps the slicked hand around Mydei’s cock, smearing the oil over it with gentle strokes, holding his breath as he feels the heavy weight in his palm.
The vial rolls away, forgotten, as Phainon guides Mydei’s cock to his entrance. There’s no turning back, and the realisation hits him like a rush of heat.
Mydei’s hands tighten around Phainon’s thighs, holding him steady as he finally presses in. The stretch is almost too much, a little painful at first, and Phainon’s breath catches in his throat with each inch. He can feel Mydei’s cock moving inside him, the slow pace driving him crazy as Mydei edges in deeper.
Phainon’s body trembles with the effort of accommodating him. He instinctively wraps his arms around Mydei’s back with a stifled whine, blunt fingernails digging into Mydei’s skin to ground himself. And he watches, almost mesmerised, as Mydei slowly disappears inside him.
“Mydei, you’re… huge,” Phainon laughs breathlessly. There’s disbelief in his tone, as if he can hardly believe what’s happening. His eyes flick between the base of Mydei’s cock and where their bodies are joined, his lips pulling into a nervous grin. “I wonder if it can all fit?”
“It will,” Mydei replies, voice tight with restraint. “You can take it.”
Phainon shudders in response, the confidence in Mydei’s voice sending a thrill through him. He takes another shaky breath, adjusting to the fullness of Mydei inside him. He’s never been stretched like this before, but with Mydei’s hands on him, holding him in place, all he feels is an overwhelming sense of trust.
Finally, Mydei sinks completely inside him. It’s almost hard to breathe like this, feeling so full, having Mydei press against his insides so intensely. His legs tremble uselessly around Mydei’s hands as he grips Mydei’s shoulders even tighter, his breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps as he tries to get used to the feeling.
“Look at me,” Mydei says suddenly, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down Phainon’s spine.
Phainon lifts his gaze, dazed. Mydei’s eyes are dark with desire, but there’s no mistaking the concern seeping its way through.
“Relax,” Mydei murmurs. “Breathe slowly.”
Phainon nods faintly as he tries to calm down. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to regulate his breathing and his pounding heart. Gradually, the tension in his muscles start to ease, the pressure shifting to something lighter. When he opens his eyes again, he gives Mydei a small, reassuring smile.
“You can move now… Mydei.”
Mydei smiles back at him, brief and soft. Then, he pulls back slowly, until only the head of his cock remains inside. Phainon gasps at the way it drags along his inner walls, sensitive and raw. Then Mydei slams forward again, hard enough to knock a soft cry from Phainon’s throat.
Phainon clings onto him tighter, arms wrapped around his shoulders. Mydei doesn’t let up – he sets a gruelling pace, each thrust crashing Phainon against the wall over and over again. Phainon can’t escape, can’t do anything but feel Mydei’s intense passion, his body shaking with each sharp, strong movement.
He’s completely at Mydei’s mercy, held up like he weighs nothing, forced to take everything Mydei gives him. Every time Mydei drives deeper, it pulls another desperate sound from his lips – whimpers, gasps, broken syllables of Mydei’s name.
“Ah, ah, ah, hngh—My—dei—”
Phainon can barely think anymore. His head swims with the sensation, each thrust scraping against something devastatingly deep inside him. Mydei groans low in his throat, the sound ragged and desperate. His movements grow rougher, less controlled, but he doesn’t let go.
“Fuck, Deliverer,” Mydei pants, breath hot against Phainon’s skin. “You feel so good. So tight around me.”
Phainon cries out at the praise, his nails digging into Mydei’s back as he clenches hard around him. “Mydei—"
Mydei’s pace stutters. He’s close, so close, and the way Phainon keeps squeezing around him so desperately like this with those gorgeous sounds spilling from his lips, he doesn’t think he can hold on much longer.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growls, voice shaking. “Take all of it.”
“Please,” Phainon gasps, overwhelmed. “I want it—I want all of you—"
That’s all it takes.
Mydei slams in one final time, burying himself all the way to the hilt. A guttural groan tears from his throat as he comes, cock twitching deep inside, spilling into Phainon in thick, hot pulses. The sensation of being filled is enough to tip Phainon over the edge – he shudders and spills, hot and sudden, across their stomachs, vision going white for a split second. Mydei holds him through it, strong arms locked tight around his thighs, keeping him pressed close and slowly still.
Then, Mydei gently lowers Phainon’s legs back down. Phainon nearly collapses, his knees buckling, but Mydei keeps an arm wrapped securely around his waist. The other hand slides up Phainon’s arm to hold it over his shoulder, keeping him close.
Mydei pulls out slowly, and both of them let out a strained breath at the movement. Then, they glance down as the aftermath drips down Phainon’s thighs and onto the floor in thick, white droplets.
“Wow… you really are a beast,” Phainon says, laughing weakly as he tries to steady himself on trembling legs.
“Think you can handle more of that?” Mydei asks. “I still have a lot of stamina to spare.”
“You’re proving my point here,” Phainon jokes. “But yeah, sure. Why not?”
“Since we’ve made it this far, right?” Mydei throws his earlier words back at him, and Phainon groans.
“You’re acting so cool for someone who was getting all embarrassed over asking for a thigh job earlier. What happened to that guy?”
Mydei smirks. “When I saw you getting even more nervous about admitting your own desires, I stopped feeling bad.”
“Oh, alright,” Phainon says with a pout, feeling a little embarrassed. “So? What do you want to do next?”
Mydei steps back slightly, one hand tracing along the curve of Phainon’s thigh, his gaze lingering like he’s admiring a work of art.
“Can you lie on the bed for me?”
Phainon raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
Mydei’s thumb brushes the inside of Phainon’s thigh, slow and firm. “I’d like to appreciate these more, if you’d let me.”
Phainon’s breath hitches at the touch and his words. His eyes search Mydei’s, and he sees the barely hidden desire written all over them.
“Go ahead,” Phainon says, voice already thick.
Mydei gently guides Phainon until he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, then drops to his knees between Phainon’s thighs without breaking eye contact. His hands trail slowly up from Phainon’s calves to the strong curves of his inner thighs, spreading them wide open.
“You don’t even know how fucked you look right now,” Mydei murmurs. He leans in and drags his mouth along the sensitive skin near the hip. Phainon tries to shift, but Mydei’s grip tightens immediately.
“Stay still.” His nails dig into the soft flesh of Phainon’s thighs. “Relax.”
Then he begins.
He kisses, bites, sucks every inch of skin he can reach, taking his time to mark him. He mouths at the inside of Phainon’s thigh like he’s starving for it, tongue dragging hot and wet, licking up the trails of slick from their earlier activity. When Phainon jolts with a gasp, Mydei just pins him harder, fingers digging in as he groans against his skin.
Phainon lets out a shuddering breath, head tilting back as his eyes flutter shut. He’s hard again already, and Mydei hasn’t even touched him there yet.
“You know, I think about them all the time,” Mydei murmurs as he moves to the other thigh. “What they’d feel like wrapped around my head, around my waist, crushing me while you come.”
He buries his face against his thigh, tongue tracing the inner line before biting down hard. Phainon gasps and twitches, but Mydei doesn’t let go.
“When you were shaking earlier?” Mydei’s voice dips even lower. “You could barely hold yourself up. These thighs were trembling so bad I had to keep you steady. I almost lost it right there.”
Phainon moans, his hips jerking up involuntarily, but Mydei forces him back down.
“And now look at you,” Mydei says, spreading Phainon even wider. “Still open for me. Still shaking.”
“W-woah there! Mydei,” Phainon blurts out with a breathless laugh, trying to gain some semblance of control. “Where’s all this coming from? I didn’t know… you thought about me that much. Or my thighs, for that matter.”
There’s a beat of silence. Mydei stills, eyes wide, like he's just now realising how much he let slip. He doesn’t look up to face Phainon at first.
“… They’re strong,” Mydei mumbles, a little more flustered now. “You’re strong. It’s not something you just say in casual conversation, but… I noticed. I always have.”
Phainon looks at him a little softer now. “You could have just… told me, you know. I wouldn’t have gotten mad.”
Mydei gives him a look of frustration. “I didn’t want to sound like those degenerates writing such things about you as if they owned you. I didn’t… want you to think I was like that.”
“Oh,” Phainon breathes. “I would never.”
“Maybe because you’re biased,” Mydei says with a scoff.
“Well, I do like you, so…”
Mydei freezes. Phainon freezes as well.
“I meant—as a comrade.”
Mydei lets out a small huff of fond exasperation. “Sure.”
“Yeah,” Phainon says, leaning back onto his arms. “Anyway, sorry for interrupting. Don’t hold back. I want to hear all your thoughts.”
Before Mydei can reply, Phainon moves further back into the bed and pulls Mydei along with him. He spreads his thighs wider, reaching down between them to wrap a hand around Mydei’s cock. Mydei shudders, breath catching.
“You keep talking about my thighs,” Phainon murmurs. “Maybe it’s time I show you again what they’re good for.”
He guides Mydei forward, sliding his cock right between his thighs again, but this time, he’s the one controlling the rhythm. He flexes, shifts, rubs Mydei between the thick, trembling muscle like he’s testing him, watching his reaction with sharp, heated eyes.
“You like that?” he asks, already knowing the answer.
Mydei groans, hips jerking forward instinctively. “Fuck, Deliverer…”
“Keep going, Mydei,” Phainon says, voice shaking. “I can handle it.”
Mydei grips his thighs and starts to thrust, slow at first, but he increases the pace. Every stroke makes Phainon’s thighs squeeze hard around him, and the friction threatens to undo him.
“Shit—You feel so…”
Mydei’s thrusts grow more erratic between Phainon’s thighs, the friction infuriatingly good. His grip tightens, and a deep sound rips from his throat. He almost considers just letting go, painting Phainon’s stomach in white as he comes all over him, but another feeling suddenly overwhelms him.
“I—” Mydei grits out, voice rough. “I want to put it inside—”
Phainon looks down at him, flushed and panting, but steady enough to smirk.
“You can.”
Mydei falters for a moment, not from hesitation but from restraint, before his hands slide up to guide Phainon’s thighs apart, thumbs dragging along the sweat-slicked skin.
“Turn over,” Mydei growls, voice hoarse. “On your stomach.”
Phainon’s breath stutters. He quickly rolls onto his front with shaky limbs, pushing himself up on his elbows. His thighs spread without needing any instruction, and Mydei settles behind him, hands firm as he lifts his hips into place.
“I need to be inside you,” Mydei murmurs. He spits into his hand, slicking himself up in a rush.
Phainon glances back, eyes half-lidded and voice just shy of teasing. “You’re really falling apart over this.”
“You have no idea,” Mydei grunts. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”
And then he presses in – slowly, almost painfully deep – filling Phainon inch by inch. Phainon gasps, his head dropping forward into the sheets.
“Mydei—”
Mydei groans as he bottoms out, forehead resting briefly on Phainon’s back. “Are you… okay?”
Phainon gives a breathless laugh, smiling into the sheets.
“… Yeah.” He shifts a little beneath him, body gradually adjusting. “It’s a lot easier than the first time.”
Phainon tests it out with a slight but deliberate clench, causing Mydei to jolt in surprise. Then Mydei lets out a low, shaky breath – almost a laugh – and it sends a tingle of warmth straight through Phainon’s chest. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Hmm? Is the great Crown Prince of Castrum Kremnos really going to die over getting his dick squeezed?” Phainon shoots back, playful, then his breath hitches as Mydei shifts out a little.
“You’re going to regret saying that,” Mydei mutters, but Phainon can hear the smile in his voice.
He pulls out, almost to the tip, then thrusts back in with more force, dragging a choked sound from Phainon’s throat.
“Fuck,” Phainon gasps, fingers twisting tighter into the sheets.
Mydei groans behind him, the sound low and rough. “You’re still so tight…”
There’s no more holding back. He thrusts again and again, hips slamming into Phainon each time, his pace relentless. Phainon moans helplessly beneath him, body rocking slightly forward with each motion.
“Mydei—slower—I mean, ngh, wait—no, don’t—”
He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. His mind’s going hazy from the pace, from how full he feels, from how thoroughly Mydei is claiming him. Mydei’s hands slide down from Phainon’s hips to his thighs, pulling him back into every thrust.
“Tell me—if it’s too much,” Mydei growls, but he doesn’t let go.
“It’s not—” Phainon gasps, voice ragged. “Just keep going—just like that—”
Mydei doesn’t need to be told twice. His control is fraying, and he lets it. The rhythm turns punishing, every thrust slamming deep enough to make Phainon whimper and jerk harshly forward. Phainon’s thighs tremble, back arched, as his mouth opens around broken sounds he doesn’t even try to muffle anymore.
Soon, Mydei’s chest presses against Phainon’s back as he leans close into his ear.
“You’re doing so well,” Mydei groans. “Taking all of me like this.”
Phainon shudders, his voice breaking over a whine. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”
Mydei thrusts in deep and stays there for a moment, grinding hard. “You close?”
“I—yeah—” Phainon gasps. “Please—just a little more—”
Mydei slides a hand over Phainon’s stomach, then lower. He wraps his fingers around Phainon’s cock, already slick with precum, and strokes him in time with each thrust. It’s too much – the pressure inside, the tight grip outside, Mydei’s voice in his ear, the weight of him against his back.
Phainon breaks first.
He comes with a loud, unrestrained cry, entire body going taut as he spills over Mydei’s hand and the sheets below. His thighs clench around Mydei, his back arching, stars bursting behind his eyelids as he rides the peak out with trembling shoulders and tearful whines.
Mydei isn’t far behind. The moment Phainon tightens around him, he groans and slams in one last time, burying himself inside. His teeth sink into Phainon’s shoulder, his climax crashing over him in waves. Phainon whimpers weakly at the bite, dazed but filled with overwhelming pleasure, while Mydei’s hips jerk as he spills inside, heat flooding into Phainon with each pulse.
For a minute, there’s only the sound of heavy breathing. Eventually, Mydei eases out with a soft noise, and Phainon shudders as the warmth drips down his thighs. He collapses onto the bed, boneless and trembling.
Mydei gently guides him onto his side, wiping him down with whatever cloth he can find before flopping onto the bed beside him. For a moment, they lay in comfortable silence, taking the time to catch their breath.
Mydei steals a glance at Phainon. He watches silently as Phainon’s eyelashes flutter closed together, his ragged breaths gradually evening out into small, quiet exhales. He looks so peaceful like this, and Mydei fights the urge to run his fingers through his soft, white hair. He reluctantly turns back to face the ceiling with a sigh. Slowly, he closes his eyes.
And then—
“Come, Mydeimos,” Phainon suddenly says, sounding far too energised for someone who got his ass obliterated moments ago. “To the baths!”
“Are you serious?” Mydei groans, opening his eyes to glare at him. “I want to sleep.”
“That’s so unsanitary, Mydei. And this is my third last order for the day, if you forgot about our promise,” Phainon grins. “Don’t tell me your memory is failing you?”
“This order thing is getting too complicated,” Mydei grunts, but he’s sitting up and facing Phainon now. “You’re saying all that, and yet, you’re the one still lying on the bed.”
Phainon laughs, bright and carefree.
“I was thinking that maybe you could carry me there,” Phainon replies. “I don’t think my legs can move right now.”
“Just as I thought,” Mydei sighs, but he does as he’s told. He quickly puts on some pants and wraps Phainon in a blanket, scooping him up with strong arms as Phainon drapes his own around Mydei’s neck. “So, this is your second last order?”
“Yup,” Phainon answers cheerfully.
“Then what’s your last one?” Mydei asks as he walks towards the private baths, careful to avoid meeting any poor, unsuspecting souls.
“It’s a secret. I’ll tell you later.”
“Haah… Nnn…”
Phainon moans softly in contentment, eyes closed and head tilting back as he sinks down slowly into the bath. Mydei just stares at him with a pointed look as he joins him.
“How are you feeling, Mydei?” Phainon decides to ask after a moment of silence.
“Better than you, I’m sure,” Mydei replies, resting his arms against the ledge of the bath as he eyes the bite mark blooming on Phainon’s shoulder. “Can you even walk tomorrow?”
“Hey, this is nothing,” Phainon says, rolling his shoulders. “We’ve done more intense things together, haven’t we?”
“… Suddenly all your words are imbued with hidden meanings,” Mydei mutters to himself.
Phainon just smiles at him. Then, he suddenly remembers something. “Right. I wanted to laugh about something earlier.”
Mydei raises an eyebrow. “And you decided to wait until now to laugh?”
“Yeah,” Phainon laughs. “I thought it was funny to see you get all worked up over a thigh job comment.”
Mydei glares at him. “HKS. It was just—whatever. There’s no point explaining it to you.”
Phainon just laughs at him again, sliding a little closer until their shoulders almost touch. Mydei doesn’t point it out. He just sighs, turning his head to look away.
“It… wasn’t just that comment, though,” Mydei murmurs.
Phainon looks up to face him. “What?”
Mydei sighs again, resting his forehead against a wet hand. “You attract a lot of degenerate scum. I’ve seen them on every single one of your streams and… had to report so many comments.”
“… So you admit that you watch all my streams?”
Mydei stares at him in disbelief. “Is that really all you got from what I just said?”
“No, but that was what I wanted to hear,” Phainon replies, giving him a smug grin. “And I knew about it, by the way. That you watch me.”
Mydei blinks. “How?”
“Miss Castorice told me,” Phainon says with a smile. “She saw you angrily reporting comments on your teleslate one day.”
Mydei groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Whatever.”
The water ripples in the silence between them.
“I don’t like it,” Mydei says quietly. “The way people talk about you like that. Like they know you. Like you’re some object they own. Or the way they assume things about… us.”
Phainon tilts his head, expression softening. “Us?”
Mydei hesitates. His voice drops a little lower. “And… maybe I was a little…”
He looks at Phainon, almost pleading, as if the word is too much for him to say.
“Jealous?” Phainon offers gently. Mydei coughs, but he slowly nods. “Didn’t think you’d be too scared to say that.”
“There’s no word for ‘jealous’ or ‘scared’ in the Kremnoan language,” Mydei mutters with a huff.
Phainon covers a laugh with a hand. “Now you’re just saying things.”
“As if you have any right to comment,” Mydei snaps, more embarrassed than angry. “Read some books on the Kremnoan language before you come at me with such statements.”
Phainon just grins at him, eyes warm. It seems like there’s something else he wants to say, so Mydei waits patiently.
“Hey, by the way,” Phainon says softly, “I still have one last order for you.”
Mydei narrows his eyes, suspicious. “What now?”
Phainon lets out a soft giggle, but his eyes flicker between Mydei’s face and somewhere else, as if caught between hesitation and resolve. In the end, with a quiet breath, he steels himself.
He leans in, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Kiss me?”
Mydei blinks at him. For a moment, he just stares, a little surprised, but he doesn’t pull away. Phainon tilts his head, his smile turning a little braver.
“Come on,” Phainon teases, voice quieter now. “No words for that in your language either?”
Mydei scoffs and rolls his eyes. But then, with a faint smile, he leans in and obeys.