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Phainon wasn’t necessarily going out of his way to look for this magazine. It was just there, out of the open, inside a 7/11 next to a cashier who couldn’t care enough to look up from their own copy.
Not that Phainon blamed the teenage boy, he saw it as borderline impossible to look away from Khaslana.
“Can you add this to my take-out?” Phainon asked, while pointing at the magazine rack with a speed he didn’t think was possible, and equally as suspicious as he left the store with his purchases.
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“Phainon, when did you buy these?” Khaslana asked, his voice light with confusion. He raised his hands, the movement causing the handcuffs to rattle slightly and the sound to echo in their small bedroom.
Truth be told, ever since Phainon had brought that magazine, he had spent the past five hours flipping through and re-flipping the pages while locked in his room. Frankly, how could he not do that?
When the concept for the magazine was Khaslana lying in seductive poses in handcuffs.
On his back, on his side, looking over his shoulder with a fierce glare. It didn’t matter what pose he struck; in every last one of them, his hands were bound in front of himself, at the same time, dressed in that sinfully sheer white and golden-trimmed shirt that flashed slivers of pale skin. Not to mention how his ass was farmed in those black pants, hugging those delicious, thick thighs.
If Kephale above could forgive him for his lust, Phainon would appreciate it, but he would also do it again if given the chance.
Back to the beautiful man he shares an apartment and life with, Phainon tries to give his award-winning smile. However, from the look on Khaslana’s narrowed eyes, it does not work to dispel the suspicion his dear dawn was having.
“I brought them from Cypher after returning a favour I had owed her,” Phainon explained as he climbed further onto the bed and settled next to Khaslana. The two of them were dressed for the night, with Phainon in his sweatpants while Khaslana wore a pair of purple shorts and a tank top. Forgoing his usual outfit of a hoodie since it's getting closer to summer. “The pair she gave me should be for beginners and not hurt you!”
“And she just… has these?” Khaslana looked down at the cuffs in question. They had a painfully bright, pink fur around them, which did provide comfort from the coldness of the metal. The chain connecting them was short, preventing him from pulling his hands apart far.
“Yup! Pretty cheap and seems to be good quality,” Phainon’s smile then widened further, taking a position behind Khaslana. His long legs caged the older male as he wrapped his arms around his midwaist, leaning down until his breath tickled the white’s ear. “Plus, you look fantastic like this. Seeing the real deal, though, a magazine is clear as day.”
A small blush, pink as a rose blossom, across Khaslana’s cheeks. He was aware of what Phainon was getting at. He wasn’t expecting Phainon to find that magazine so soon, hoping that particular magazine would have faded out of the public before Phainon could be aware of it.
It wasn’t that Khaslana disliked when Phainon bought them, as he knew the younger would always go out of his way to buy the latest bundle or photo shoot as his way to support his lover.
The truth was, he was hesitant to take the job. Fearing that his face scars and burns, the handcuff concept would come off more as Khaslana looking like a criminal being brought forth for his mug shot. The feeling was lightened by how Phainon always made his compliments loud and clear, whether for himself or for his best friend, Mydei, which lit a fire under Khaslana’s heart.
“Phainon…what did I tell you about carelessly saying things?” Khaslana lightly chastised him, unable to hide the slight tremble in his voice as he relaxed in Phainon’s warm grasp.
“But you look so pretty, Lana. You know how hard it made me see you glare at that camera while lying helpless? That defiance of yours?” Phainon said, a small whine creeping into his voice. He rocks his hips, and Khaslana’s blush deepens as he feels a very familiar member rub against his backside.
Phainon pulled back his hands, releasing Khaslana’s stomach before moving upwards, sliding into the gaps of his tank top. His hands found Khaslana’s pecs easily, grinding the palm of his hand into the plump flesh. Despite Khaslana's quite muscular figure, his pecs were large enough to count as breasts. They squashed and moulded around Phainon’s frantic fingers, drawing tiny whines from Khaslana’s lips.
Khaslana arches his chest forward, seeking more of Phainon’s touch. Each touch sent waves of what Khaslana quickly found to be pleasure. The fire that had been there from before grew into a shimmer. “M-mhn. If…I had known you would become like this. I would have… accepted sooner.”
“How naughty of you, Lana.” As punishment for that, Phainon flicked Khaslana’s right nipple. He rolled the tiny nub around before tugging harshly on it, drawing out a loud cry from Khaslana. “Making me wait and suffer before I could get my hands on this.”
“How could you make it up to me?” Phainon leans forward, pepping Khaslana’s neck with soft kisses as he rolls the nipples. Khaslana wasn't a loud lover, and Phainon didn’t mind it; his cute huffs of breath to hide his moans, the deep rumble of his moan coming from his chest or when…
Phainon racks his teeth along the length of Khaslana’s neck, biting down hard enough to leave little marks around his neck. His kisses move upwards to Khaslana’s cheek, kissing along the scar tissues as gently as a cloud.
Khaslana felt the love in each kiss, his cheeks burning brighter as he was lavished and engulfed by Phainon’s love. He twisted around in Phainon’s lap, the blue-eyed man’s grip loosening to allow it, until he was facing Phainon face to face. Throwing his bound hands over Phainon’s head, they rested on his shoulders while his legs rested on either side of Phainon’s.
“Could…do this?” Khaslana uses the small chain to push Phainon’s head forward, catching his lips against his usually cold ones into a kiss. The two deepen it, seeking the softness of each other as Khaslana’s moans leak into Phainon’s mouth.
At the same time, Khaslana rolled his hips, grinding down on the hard member that slid up the crack of his ass cheek through his shorts. Phainon whines into the kiss, his hands groping Khaslana. The desire just to devour him kept building as his hands ran along Lana’s stomach, feeling the slight bump of muscle, down to his thick thighs before settling onto his plush ass and squeezing tight.
Khaslana cries out into the kiss, arching his back to push into Phainon’s hands. His one good eye fluttered seductively, nearly rolling back, and his shorts never felt so tight in his life until now. Percum stained the cloth of his pants as it throbbed needily.
Once they broke away for a breath of air, Phainon couldn’t handle the burning pain inside of himself. He needs Lana now, and wrecked underneath him. He babbled as much to the other, even if incoherently, “Lana, please. I need you. I need to make you feel good, oh my titans, please.”
Khaslana didn’t answer, not that he needed to, as Phainon could read the same lust gleaming in that dull, purple eye. He raised his hips enough above Phainon’s lap, and Phainon caught on quickly, hastily grabbing Khaslana’s shorts and tugging them over the swell of his ass.
“Get them nice and wet.” Phainon held up two fingers to Khaslana’s mouth, and the fire inside raged further at the sight of Khaslana licking his fingers. Up and down, Khaslana delicately wet the digits, looking up at Phainon through his thin white lashes with an excited eye.
Phainon’s breath stuttered, a shiver of desire sent down his spine at the sight and the feel of Khaslana’s warm mouth and the feel of his tongue. Once his fingers were nicely wet, he removed them and brought them down to Khaslana’s hole, prodding the entrance for a moment as if teasing Khaslana.
Phainon knew he was teasing himself by merely scissoring the hole, working in another finger just to hear a hitch in the inflexion of Khaslana’s breath, savouring the tight clutch on his digits, dragging him in as if not to risk releasing him.
There was a tug on the chains behind his neck, drawing Phainon into another kiss as he told himself fuck it and removed his fingers. Khaslana whimpered at the loss, knowing there wasn't enough lube for Phainon’s size, and yet that single fact made fire inside of Khaslana’s stomach burn.
Phainon’s hands frantically pulled the waistband of his pants down, his hard cock springing free from its confinement. Pulling back from the kiss, leaving behind a long bridge of spit, Phainon kisses Khaslana’s cheek, saying, “Get ready, Lana. You can take it, right? Just tell me otherwise.”
Phainon guides his cock just so his tip is close to breaching the hole, waiting for his lover’s response. Once Khaslana nods his head, Phainon thrusts his hips, slamming his cock fully inside.
A yell erupted from Khaslana’s lips, soon mellowing out into a sweet, cute moan as the pain quickly turned to pleasure, coursing through their body. Phainon’s cock stretched his hole in all the right places, clinging to the member as Phainon set a decent pace.
“All perfect for me, Lana,” Phainon murmurs into his ear. A groan soon rumbles inside Phainon’s chest as his hips meet Khaslana’s ass with heavy thrusts.
“P-Phai! Please go deeper…!” Khaslana moans, slotting his face into the crook of Phainon’s neck. Drool was collecting at the corners of his mouth, his hands clutching at nothing due to the handcuffs, as his nerves were fucked into overstimulation.
If Lana so wished for it, why would Phainon refuse? Phainon reached up and grabbed the back of Khaslana’s head, fingers raking through soft locks of white hair not unlike his own, promoting what sounded like a soft hum from where Khaslana’s face lay.
With his other hand grasping a bony hip firmly, Phainon leans back until Khaslana is lumped on top of him. The new position was almost like a tight hug; he drew his cock out a little, and Khaslana shifted his hips to bury it back into his hole.
“Don’t be restless. I’m only fulfilling your wish.” Phainon said, raising a hand and landing it hard on a plump asscheeks, hissing as the hole clenched up in pain from the heavy string.
“H….Hurry up, Phainon.” Khaslana mutters softly, sounding like he was whining, and Phainon smiles.
“As you wish.” Was the only warning before Phainon initiated a brutal fucking. The sound of hips smacking against flesh echoes loudly in the room, somehow still drowned out by the moans that were knocked out of Khaslana's lungs.
Khaslana felt he couldn’t breathe, blood rushing through the drums of his ears, and wanton moans fell from his lips like a river.
“Good boy, Lana. You’re always so good for me. That’s it.” Phainon babbled into Khaslana’s ears, showing the man with praise. How could he not? When his boyfriends mewl and moan like an adorable kitten, his velvet hole hugging his member as if to milk him faster.
“C-Come….in me. Phai.” Khaslana begged so sweetly that Phainon groaned, tightening his grip on the other.
Just the sound of that made Phainon break, panting heavily like a dog as he quickened his fucking. The lewd sound of sex was so loud and fast, the bed shook from the force of Phainon’s movement. With a final thrust, Phainon buried his cock up to the hilt and emptied inside.
Khaslana’s vision went white, his mouth hanging open as drool collected at the corners of his mouth. His insides were painted white; the warm cum was enough to drive Khaslana to his own climax. With a guttural moan, ropes of cum drenched both men’s chests.
“That was…awesome. We should use handcuffs more often.” Phainon asked after a faint beat of silence. His face was faintly red on his cheeks, and sweat plastered his hair to his forehead.
Khaslana huffed a laugh, feeling prickly due to the sweat and cum staining his top. “Maybe….next time. I….wouldn’t…mind it through.”
Phainon gives a hearty laugh in return, littering kisses on his dear Lana’s scarred cheek.