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“Mydei, may I know the secrets behind your perfect, well-built body?”
Mydei slowly stands up from his crouching position. He doesn’t miss the way Phainon’s eyes follow his movements as he dusts the dirt off his clothes. “What are you doing here?”
Phainon flashes him his signature smile. “I spotted that broad back of yours, flexed and striking with your bold red tattoos, from way over there… and I just had to come over and say hi.”
Then, he tilts his head with a curious glance. “Are you looking for something?”
Mydei scoffs, turning away from him. “It’s none of your business.”
“It might be better to have another pair of eyes, you know,” Phainon laughs. “I mean, I do have an exceptional talent for finding things.”
“Then maybe you should try finding a way to stop getting scammed all the time.”
“That’s a low blow, Mydei,” Phainon huffs, but the glint in his eyes tells Mydei that he isn’t bothered by the comment at all. “But I’m serious. What are you looking for?”
It seems like Phainon’s making it his life’s mission to stick to him today. He sighs, but finally, he says, “… A girl lost her bracelet around here and asked if I’ve seen it.”
“Oh? She didn’t even ask you for help, and yet here you are, getting on the ground to look for it,” Phainon teases, though his smile is genuine. “How awfully kind of you, Mydei.”
“It seemed…” Mydei mutters, looking away. “Like it’s important to her.”
Phainon’s grin softens, but he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, his eyes start scanning the area around them. “Where haven’t you searched yet?”
Mydei stares at him for a moment. He expected Phainon would try to help anyway, but seeing it happen always leaves him at a loss for words.
Phainon raises an eyebrow at him, waiting for his response.
“… That side. I didn’t check there yet,” Mydei replies gruffly. Phainon smiles at him and walks over to the spot Mydei pointed out, bending forward to peer into the bushes.
From Mydei’s angle, all he sees is Phainon’s butt sticking up in the air, wiggling slightly as he pushes the branches aside.
“… Don’t point that at me.”
“… What?” Phainon says, his voice slightly muffled from inside the bushes. “Point what?”
“Your butt,” Mydei replies, deadpan.
Phainon laughs into the leaves, shaking his butt on purpose this time. “And why are you staring instead of searching, hmm?”
Mydei lets out a long sigh, but unfortunately, Phainon’s right. He trudges over to another area, crouching down once again to rummage through a bush. Nevertheless, he steals glances in Phainon’s direction from time to time, just to make sure he isn’t about to fall headfirst into the shrubs.
Phainon managed to find the bracelet. It was camouflaged among some weeds at a corner, apparently.
To Mydei’s chagrin, even after they found the girl and returned the bracelet to her, Phainon’s shit-eating grin still hasn’t disappeared. “So? Are you going to share your secrets with me now?”
“Tch. What secrets?” Mydei grumbles, folding his arms.
“Your training regimen.”
“Is that it?” Mydei asks. “I usually—”
“No no no, Mydei, you have to show it to me,” Phainon interjects with a small pout, patting lightly on his bare arm. “There are just some things that can only be learned the physical way. In exchange, I can share some of my workouts with you!”
Mydei gives him a pointed look. “Are you serious.”
“Of course! I’m a visual learner, after all,” Phainon replies cheekily. He adjusts his stance, lifting his coat with one hand as he twists his hip out, extending his right leg just a little. “And aren’t you curious to know how I get thighs like these?”
He flexes his leg, and Mydei’s eyes betray him immediately by flicking downwards. They linger on the curves and lines of his strong thighs, thick and strained against the fabric of his trousers. The godforsaken black thigh strap digs into the meat of his right thigh, squeezing it tightly – and Mydei has to remind himself to swallow his saliva down before speaking. “… Whatever.”
Phainon smiles like he knows he’s won. “So… what I’m hearing is that the exchange is on, right?”
“Fine,” Mydei grunts, turning around to leave. “Tomorrow, then.”
“Sure. See you tomorrow!”
Mydei humphs, walking away without turning back.
“So! Time for our training exchange?”
Phainon corners Mydei the moment he steps out of his home during the entry hour. At least let him eat some honeycakes first, damn it.
“Aren’t you too excited about this?” Mydei grumbles, swatting Phainon’s hands away before they can grab his arm.
“It’s not every day that I get to learn something special from the Crown Prince himself, you know?” Phainon replies, nudging him lightly with his elbow instead. “Besides, there’s something I’d like to try out with you later.”
“And what exactly is it?” Mydei asks, wary of the scheming look on Phainon’s face.
“Hehe,” Phainon chuckles softly. “Look forward to it.”
Mydei decides that he shall not. But before he can object further, Phainon drags him over to one of the empty training grounds and turns around to face him.
“Let’s run three hundred and thirty-five laps around the grounds first as a warm-up!” Phainon exclaims brightly, clapping his hands together. “First one to finish gets to show the other person something first.”
Mydei’s eye twitches. “What kind of pri—”
But he doesn’t get to finish his question.
Because Phainon suddenly takes off, sprinting like his life depends on it. Mydei stares at him, momentarily speechless, but his competitive spirit kicks in. He clicks his tongue, pushing off the ground and bursting into a run. There’s no way he’s letting this idiot beat him without a fight.
He races after Phainon, closing the distance. But somehow, every time Phainon sees Mydei gaining speed, he manages to run even faster. By the time they finish the 335th lap, they’re both sweating and panting a little hard from running too fast.
“Phew!” Phainon wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. “Looks like I won.”
Mydei glares at him. “You cheated, HKS.”
“Wow, making excuses already?” Phainon says, grinning smugly. “Anyway! Since I won—”
“That’s debatable.”
“—Since I won,” Phainon repeats, “I get to show you something first. Trust me, you’re going to enjoy it. Now, lie down.”
Mydei stares at him in slight confusion. “… On the ground?”
Phainon nods seriously, placing his hands firmly on Mydei’s shoulders. “Yep. Right on your back.”
Mydei reluctantly lies down on the ground, staring up at the sky with a mixture of mild bewilderment and disbelief. Phainon leans over him with that familiar, mischievous grin on his face.
“You know,” he says casually, “back when I used to train with the other Okheman guards, I’d do this with them all the time.”
Mydei narrows his eyes. “With the other guards?”
“Yeah. They’re really nice,” Phainon replies, nodding enthusiastically. “They’d always help me check my form and give me advice.”
For some unknown reason, he steps over Mydei’s body, placing his feet just above either side of his hips, blocking the light from above. “They’d lie down over here, like you, just to make sure I was doing it right.”
Mydei’s eyes widen. “What do you—”
And then Phainon bends his knees and lowers himself, all the way down.
He stops right above Mydei’s groin, and it’s close, so close that the heat from his body is almost palpable, but still out of reach.
Mydei can’t help but suck in a breath at the view before him – Phainon’s body positioned just above his own, the curve of his legs, the tension in his thighs, the way his pants stretch taut against his form. He shouldn’t be this… affected, but it’s impossible to look away.
Phainon smirks down at him. “See, it’s all about balance. I’ve got to hold steady, or else—”
He shifts ever so slightly, and Mydei can feel the weight of his presence, almost as if he’s actually bearing down on him without doing anything at all. He can definitely feel the warmth of Phainon’s cape draped over his legs, though, and that somehow makes it worse.
“—I’ll end up sitting on you,” Phainon finishes, his voice low and teasing. He leans back a little, planting his palms against the ground behind him, lifting his hips slowly in a way that draws Mydei’s attention to the proximity of their bodies.
Mydei can’t seem to focus on anything but him. The heat radiating from Phainon is all he can feel, and the soft breaths slipping past his lips are all he can hear.
Phainon knows exactly what he’s doing. He has to, looking like that. Looking at Mydei with that half-lidded gaze, a light flush warming his cheeks, legs bent and spread wide, and that infuriating smile.
“You wouldn’t like that, would you?” Phainon asks, voice light as he leans forward again. “So, I have to make sure I don’t fall.”
Mydei tries not to react, forcing himself to breath evenly. He refuses to give Phainon the satisfaction of seeing just how much this is getting to him. But still, the longer Phainon hovers above him, the harder it becomes to keep steady.
Suddenly, something Phainon said earlier clicks in Mydei’s mind. He clenches his jaw, hands curling into fists at his sides, scraping against the soil with a soft, sharp sound.
“… You did this with the other guards?” he grits out, barely keeping the edge out of his voice. Even then, his tone comes out rough and strained.
“Mhm,” Phainon murmurs, his voice thick with barely concealed amusement and something warmer. “With them under me, watching… I’d move up, and down, up, and down…”
He shifts his hips as he says it, moving in slow, deliberate rolls. He observes the way Mydei’s eyes track the movement, sharp and focused. It’s almost predatory, the way Mydei watches him. The sight puts a smile on Phainon’s face before he can stop it.
Then, leaning in just a little, he drops his voice to a low whisper, knowing Mydei can hear every word. “And I’d say thank you when I came down on them… every single time.”
Mydei’s brow furrows. “What… do you mean?”
“Hmm?” Phainon has the nerve to pretend to be deep in thought, tapping a finger to his chin. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s driving him insane right now, Mydei would have been mildly impressed by his squat stability. “Oh, you know. Just like this.”
He lifts his hips, then lowers them until he’s hovering just above Mydei once again. “Thank you.”
Mydei’s jaw tightens.
Clearly enjoying Mydei’s torment, Phainon does it again, slow and exaggerated. “… Thank you.”
Mydei grits his teeth harder, feeling the heat rise in his face.
And because Phainon is Phainon, and he enjoys getting under Mydei’s skin more often than not, he does it one more time, a little faster, lowering himself all the way down. “Thank—”
He must have misjudged the distance, because for just a brief moment, they actually touch.
The shock of it flickers across both their faces before Phainon jerks back up with a small gasp. He recovers quickly, flashing Mydei a little smile.
“… Thank you,” he repeats, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
This time, Mydei’s breath leaves him in a slow exhale.
“Are you,” he says without blinking, “trying to piss me off?”
Phainon, sensing just how close he is to pushing Mydei’s limit, allows a smug grin to spread across his face.
“… Maybe.”
They stare at each other in silence, the tension between them wound so tight it feels like something might snap.
Then, suddenly, Phainon relaxes, his smile shifting into something more innocent. “Haha, I’m just—"
Before he can finish his sentence, Mydei bends his knees sharply and thrusts his hips upwards, the sudden movement catching Phainon off guard. With a tiny yelp, he loses his balance and stumbles forward. The air is knocked out of his lungs as he lands on top of Mydei, his chest pressed flush against his.
There’s a moment of stunned silence before Phainon tries to lift himself off. But before he can rise, Mydei’s hands shoot up to clamp around his waist, yanking him back down.
He lets out a sharp gasp, his eyes widening at the sudden pressure of Mydei holding him in place. “W-what are you—"
Mydei cuts him off by tightening his grip, claws digging into the fabric. His voice comes out low, rough. “They really let you… do such things with them?”
Phainon stares at him in surprise. Then, as if realising something, a quiet breath escapes him, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small smile.
“Careful, Mydei,” he murmurs, sliding his hand back to hold Mydei’s wrist. “Any harder and you’ll tear my clothes off.”
Mydei’s eyes narrow.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” he mutters quietly. “You’re always doing this. Spouting all this nonsense, teasing, dragging me along, but never actually saying what you want.”
Without waiting for a response, he thrusts his hips up again, relishing the soft noise that spills from Phainon’s throat.
“If you just wanted me to fuck you so badly…” he whispers, his voice laced with heat, “all you had to do was ask.”
Phainon blinks down at him, already a little dazed. He manages a shaky laugh, the teasing lilt never quite leaving his voice.
“Ah… but I do want you to teach me,” he murmurs, his gaze locking with Mydei’s. He lets his fingers trail along the line of Mydei’s arm, tracing the muscle there with quiet appreciation. “Such opportunities are hard to come by, after all.”
Before Phainon can say another word, Mydei flips them around. With Phainon now pinned beneath him, he tightens his grip on Phainon’s waist with a challenging smirk.
“Sure,” he says, voice low and controlled. He leans in just enough to let his breath brush against Phainon’s ear. “I’ll make a regimen for you. But you’d better follow it, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”
“Hah… Uuh… Mydei…”
Mydei watches Phainon with a smirk, his eyes fixed on the bare expanse of his back. The way Phainon’s muscles tremble with each movement, the sheen of sweat coating his skin, the laboured pants that fill the room – they all send a thrill through him.
“Keep counting,” he whispers lowly. Quietly, he leans over Phainon, settling comfortably onto his back.
Phainon’s body immediately stiffens. His arms, already shaking with exertion, give an extra quiver as the added weight presses down on him.
He glances back over his shoulder, eyes narrowed with a mix of surprise and annoyance. “This is not exactly what I was picturing… when you dragged me into your room earlier,” he grits out with a tight smile, the words strained by his effort to hold steady.
Mydei chuckles.
“You wanted a challenge, didn’t you?” he replies, shifting his weight just enough to make sure Phainon feels every bit of it. “Come on, seventeen more push-ups.”
Phainon grinds his teeth, pushing up again with a grunt. Sweat drips from his forehead, brow furrowed, as he tries to continue the rhythm, even with Mydei sitting on him like this. “Four hundred and eighty-four…”
Mydei nods with a smirk. “Good,” he says, voice low and smooth. “Keep going. I knew you could handle it.”
Phainon’s jaw tightens, but the praise unfortunately has the desired effect. He pushes up again, harder this time, despite the strain. “Four hundred and eighty-five…”
Mydei, clearly aware of the shift, hums in approval. “See? You’re getting better already.”
Phainon pants out another number, forcing himself to keep going. “Four hundred—and eighty-six…”
“Good,” Mydei repeats, his smirk widening. “Just like that.”
“Mydei…” The weight on Phainon’s back feels heavier now, but the faint praise keeps him moving, even as his body continues to tremble. “I’m going to… steal all your pomegranate juice later…”
“As if you can.” Mydei gives Phainon a light smack on the shoulder. It’s barely a tap, but it’s enough to make him jolt with a startled gasp. “Focus on the training, Deliverer. You’re losing count.”
Phainon lets out a low groan, pushing back again with renewed stubbornness. “Four hundred and eighty-seven…”
Mydei smiles, shifting into a more comfortable position. “That’s it. You’re almost there. You’re doing so well.”
Phainon keeps going and going, even as the sweat stings his eyes and his arms are barely holding on.
“Five—hundred…”
“Well done. But you can do more, can’t you?” The praise from Mydei echoes in his mind, spurring him on. “I know you can. Just a little more.”
He pulls through two more times. Finally, with a desperate push, he lifts himself one last time.
“Five hundred and—three—”
The words hang in the air as he collapses, his body finally giving out. The weight on his back lifts, and for the first time in what feels like forever, he’s free from the force of Mydei’s presence.
He just lies there, face pressed into the floor, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. He can hear Mydei’s footsteps approach, but he doesn’t feel like lifting his head right now.
“Deliverer.” Mydei crouches beside him with a cloth and a bottle of water in hand. “How was the first part of your training?”
Phainon slowly blinks up at him, exhausted. Still, a stubborn smile pulls at his lips. “What a supportive trainer you are, Mydei.”
Mydei smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. He slowly guides Phainon to a sitting position, his arm wrapping around Phainon’s back to keep him steady. He leans in slightly, his chest brushing against Phainon’s side, as he holds the bottle of water close to his lips.
“This isn’t the end of it. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Ugh…” Phainon groans, tilting his head back to drink a few gulps of water. He leans into Mydei just a little more, but neither of them points it out. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you…”
“I’m just giving you what you want. Weren’t you thrilled about having this training exchange earlier?”
Phainon’s eyes narrow, though there’s a faint blush on his cheeks now that’s definitely not from exhaustion. “Well, that was before you turned it into… whatever this is.”
Mydei chuckles, bringing the cloth up to wipe Phainon’s face and neck. “I’m just making sure it’s worth your while. You were all too eager to show me how well you trained with other people, remember?”
Phainon stiffens slightly. His gaze drops for a moment, a flash of uncertainty crossing his face before he hides it behind a defensive frown. “That’s not the same.”
“Oh?” Mydei tilts his head, the challenge clear in his voice. “Because you were so excited to tell me exactly how you trained with them. How you… worked so closely with them—just like this, right?”
A rush of heat floods Phainon’s cheeks. He shifts a little, wanting to deny it, but not finding the words to do so.
“… Stop it,” he finally mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Stop?” Mydei echoes, his hand gently cupping Phainon’s chin and tilting his head to meet his gaze. “Then maybe you should stop being so roundabout and tell me directly what you want. Like I’ve said before: if you just wanted me to fuck you so badly, all you had to do was ask, right?”
Phainon’s jaw goes slack at Mydei’s boldness, his face flushing even more. Mydei lets out a small, satisfied huff at Phainon’s reaction.
“But then again,” he continues, his tone shifting to something more serious, “you never asked. So, I guess we’ll have to keep going with our training exchange.”
Phainon’s eyes shake with embarrassment and frustration. He glances down to avoid Mydei’s intense gaze, only to catch sight of something that turns his frown into a cheeky grin.
“I don’t mind, but are you sure you’re not the one who should be telling me what you want?” Phainon asks, pointedly eyeing the bulge in Mydei’s pants. “Liked watching me pant and groan that much?”
When Phainon looks back up, Mydei holds his gaze, his expression unreadable. Then, in a surprisingly calm voice, he says, “I did.”
Phainon’s breath catches for a split second, taken aback by his straightforwardness. The air between them thickens considerably, charged with unspoken tension.
With a slow exhale, Mydei leans in. His arm wraps tighter around Phainon’s back, his lips just a breath away from Phainon’s own. “Though I’m not the only one enjoying this.”
Phainon swallows hard. His eyes flick down to Mydei’s lips, just for a heartbeat, before darting back up again.
Mydei sees it. Of course he sees it.
“Hah. Thought so.”
Phainon doesn’t even manage to think of a comeback before Mydei closes the distance, his hand sliding up to the back of Phainon’s neck as he pulls him in. Their mouths crash together – heated, breathless, nothing like the teasing from before. Phainon lets out a soft, startled sound against Mydei’s lips, fingers curling instinctively against his chest as they deepen the kiss.
“My—Mmn, nnh, Mydei…”
With a flash of impatience he rarely shows, Mydei shifts his legs, slipping them between Phainon’s and dragging him closer. He pushes Phainon down, but his hand stays cupped behind his neck, easing him to the ground. Phainon responds by wrapping his arms around Mydei’s back with an encouraging moan, grinding slightly against him, and Mydei can’t help but groan back at the undeniable, growing pressure of their bodies aligning.
When they finally part for air, a thin strand of saliva briefly connects them before breaking off. Mydei looks down at Phainon with heated eyes, admiring the dazed look on his face and the way his wet lips tremble where they stay parted, as if still chasing the kiss they just shared.
“So,” he asks, his voice low, “ready for part two of your training?”
Phainon blinks up at him, his breath still a little unsteady, before a slow smile curves his lips. “If it’s the part you dragged me here for… maybe.”
They stumble onto the sheets, clothes thrown messily onto the floor. Mydei looms over Phainon, his golden eyes gleaming as he brushes his thumb along Phainon’s hip.
“So,” he murmurs, smiling at the way Phainon shivers with every light touch he gives him, “for the second part, how about you show me how flexible you are?”
Phainon looks up at him with a frown. “Really?”
“Yes,” Mydei answers with a seriousness that might have been convincing, if not for the way he’s already easing his knee between Phainon’s thighs. “We might have similar builds, but there are…”
His knee nudges deeper, spreading Phainon open under him. “… certain differences I need to test.”
Phainon glares weakly at him, but his legs bend and part without resistance. “That’s not testing anything.”
“It is,” Mydei insists. “Mobility. Range of motion.”
His hand slides up Phainon’s waist, fingers curving slowly around it. “And cooperation.”
Phainon’s breath hitches, his back arching slightly to the touch before he can stop it. “You—you’re not even pretending this is real training anymore.”
“But this is training,” Mydei replies. “You’re the one failing to follow instructions.”
He presses in just a bit more, drawing another involuntary sound from Phainon’s lips.
“Now,” he murmurs, voice dropping low. “Show me.”
Phainon turns his head away, biting down on his lower lip to keep anything else from slipping out. His fingers hesitate at his sides, curling briefly in the sheets in embarrassment. But gradually, his hands shift, hooking under his thighs and pushing them up, almost all the way to his chest.
“Is this… flexible enough for you?” Phainon mutters, voice tight with embarrassment, still refusing to look at him.
But Mydei is too overwhelmed by the sight of him – the heat blooming across his cheeks, lips parted on small, uneven breaths. The curve of his neck, the choker snug against his skin, the hint of the sun peeking out from beneath it. The flush spreading down his plush chest, rising and falling with every inhale, framed by the firm, full heft of his thighs spread wide apart.
And below—
His cock, curved and leaking against his abdomen, and the small, tight ring of muscle underneath, beckoning Mydei with each faint, subconscious twitch.
Mydei stares, and for a moment, he barely remembers how to breathe.
Then, Phainon risks a glance. Just a tiny one, quick and anxious, from under his lashes.
But even that is enough to snap something in Mydei. He inhales sharply, reaching out before he even realises it. He slides a hand along Phainon’s thigh with a slow, reverent touch, his fingers tracing the warmth of his skin.
With both hands now, he eases his palms inward, pressing against the inner curve of Phainon’s thighs. A faint tremor runs through Phainon as a startled breath escapes him.
“H-hey… Warn me next time,” Phainon mutters, heat flooding his ears.
Mydei raises an eyebrow, slightly amused. “You’d still flinch.”
Phainon tries to glare, but the corners of his mouth turn upwards anyway. “You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
His fingers tighten around Phainon’s thighs, firm yet careful, and Phainon lets out another breathless gasp. Mydei’s hands have always been hidden beneath his gauntlets, cold and sharp. But now, unarmoured and fully bare, they’re surprisingly warm against him. “I know you better than you think.”
He continues to watch Phainon, serious and too sincere for what they’re about to do. Finally, Phainon breaks, eyes darting away and squeezing shut.
“Don’t…” he mumbles, his voice small. “Don’t look at me like that. Look somewhere else.”
Mydei doesn’t stop looking. He lifts his hand – that same warm, solid hand – to Phainon’s jaw, gently guiding his face back towards him.
“Do you really think I can look anywhere else,” he says quietly, “when you’re right here, like this, in front of me?”
Phainon’s mouth falls open. “Wow… that’s… that’s fantastic.”
“Hmm,” Mydei hums smugly. “For a ten-time debate champion, you sure lose your words quite often.”
Phainon blinks, then huffs a breathy laugh, the tension in his shoulders finally easing a little.
“So… what you’re saying is that you like hearing me talk?” he teases softly, eyes flicking up to meet Mydei’s.
“Hmph. What I’m saying is that you like it when I shut you up.”
Phainon freezes—then shivers, visibly.
Mydei’s smirk deepens, but his eyes soften. He lifts one of Phainon’s legs, guiding it upwards and settling it carefully over his arm, holding him open with steady hands. Phainon’s breath hitches, fingers moving to curl into the sheets.
Mydei studies him for a moment. When he speaks again, his voice is gentler than before.
“Are you ready?”
Phainon swallows hard, nodding shakily. “Y-yeah. I am.”
Mydei takes a bottle of oil from the side of the bed, pouring a generous amount over his hand. He makes quick work of warming it up with his fingers, trailing them closer to Phainon’s entrance, lingering just out of reach. Phainon stares at them with anticipation, his breath caught in his throat.
“I’m putting a finger in,” Mydei says. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“… Okay.”
When Mydei finally pushes in, Phainon jerks, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to adjust to the sensation of Mydei’s finger sinking in just a little deeper. The movement is slight – careful, almost impossibly gentle, just like how Mydei truly is beneath that rough exterior – but his finger is a little thick, and the pressure sends a sharp tingle through him.
Watching Phainon’s reactions intently, Mydei slowly works his way further in, feeling the tight heat close around him. Phainon’s arousal leaks steadily against his stomach, throbbing slightly whenever Mydei tries to dig in deeper. Mydei lets out a pleased exhale; at least it doesn’t seem to be too unpleasant for Phainon.
“You can touch yourself if you want,” he adds, patting Phainon lightly on his leg.
Phainon gasps, blinking back into focus. “Okay…” he trails off, his hand hovering for a moment before resting on his stomach. Using the precum gathered there, he strokes himself slowly, eyes fluttering shut as he focuses on the sensations building inside him.
Gradually, the pressure shifts – almost right, but not quite enough. Phainon can’t help but rock his hips, grinding against Mydei’s finger as he chases the contact.
“Mmm, Mydei… more, please,” he pleads, his voice cracking slightly. “I can take it—deeper…”
Mydei exhales softly with a huff of amusement, but he obliges. Slowly, he inches in deeper, slightly curving his finger inwards as if searching, feeling every quiver beneath his touch. When he finds the soft, sensitive spot inside, he rubs it with a controlled pressure – firm enough to elicit a shiver, gentle enough to make Phainon melt against him.
“That—yes, right there,” Phainon whispers, his hands settling back on the bed. “Don’t… don’t hold back, Mydei. You can add more.”
Mydei hums low, drawing his hand back to coat his fingers with more oil, then pushes in again with another finger this time. The heat between them builds, and each slow, careful press of his fingers draws sharp, shallow breaths from Phainon’s throat. Phainon’s hips jerk slightly with each motion, betraying how much he wants, how little he can contain.
“Mydei… I—hah, I can’t stop… making sounds…”
Mydei leans closer, voice teasing but warm. “You don’t have to hold back either.”
He slips another finger in, making Phainon gasp sharply. The sudden fullness, combined with Mydei’s unwavering gaze, sends a flood of heat rushing through him.
“Mydei, that’s… Oh—” His voice falters, caught between embarrassment and pleasure. His legs tremble where they rest on Mydei’s arm and the bed, and it really shouldn’t affect Mydei this much, seeing Phainon so bare, so pliant in front of him. But it does, and he can’t help the quiet sense of pride that swells in his chest at seeing this rare, vulnerable side of Phainon – the side he usually keeps hidden – just for him.
“Relax,” he murmurs, pressing in a little deeper, feeling the tight heat squeeze his fingers with each pass against his prostate. “Just a little more.”
Every motion, every word that leaves Mydei’s lips, makes Phainon flinch and gasp, his breath coming faster and shallower. “… I—I can’t… I—”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Mydei says softly, pressing closer to him. “Just focus on me.”
He continues to curl his fingers, thrusting them in and out, until Phainon stops him suddenly with a trembling hand against his wrist. Looking up at him, eyes half-lidded and glistening with need, Phainon swallows hard before trying to speak.
“Mydei…” he whispers, voice shaky but certain. “I’m ready.”
Mydei’s lips twitch into an almost imperceptible smile.
“Good,” he murmurs, slowing his movements before they stop completely. He carefully withdraws his fingers, letting the empty heat inside Phainon register fully, just long enough for him to squirm with impatience.
Then, finally, he uncaps the bottle of oil, pouring the remainder onto his throbbing length. He spreads the oil all over it with quick strokes, finally losing what little restraint he had left as he leans into Phainon, pressing the tip of his heated cock right against his slicked, twitching entrance. As he watches Phainon’s breathless, expectant gaze, he wonders if the expression he’s giving Phainon looks as crazy as he feels.
“I’m moving.”
And then, he finally gives in.
The burning stretch makes Phainon shudder, his head tipping back into the pillow behind him with a choked-out moan. As Mydei continues to sink in, Phainon bites his lip, trying to not to make another sound, but his breath stutters anyway. His hand flies to Mydei’s forearm, gripping it tightly to ground himself.
“Relax,” Mydei says, somehow soft despite the strain in his voice. He pauses briefly to slide his hand against Phainon’s thigh in slow strokes. “I’m right here.”
Phainon nods, his breath coming in small, ragged bursts. “Hah… hah… M-Mydei…”
Mydei stills immediately. Then, he gently smooths the sweaty bangs from Phainon’s forehead, searching his expression with concern. “Too much?”
Phainon lets out a shaky laugh. “No… no, just—”
His hand drifts down instinctively, brushing where he feels the girth of Mydei’s length press against his abdomen. “You’re finally inside me…”
Heat surges through Mydei so sharply it almost startles him. He grunts under his breath, his grip on Phainon tightening reflexively.
Phainon jolts, but he manages a weak grin. “You… really liked hearing that, huh.”
A slow exhale escapes Mydei. He shakes his head, trying to pull himself together, and finally gives Phainon a half-exasperated, half-challenging smile. “… You must be feeling pretty good if you can say things like that.”
“You made me do—nngh, over five hundred push-ups for this,” Phainon huffs. “Let me win just this once.”
“Sure,” Mydei replies, snapping his hips all the way in. They both moan lowly at the sensation. “… But don’t forget you still owe me something.”
Phainon’s brow furrows, still a little stunned from the fullness and heat inside him. “What…?”
“You should do that thing you did with the ‘other guards’,” Mydei says with a smirk. “Thanking them every time you came down on them.”
Phainon freezes, his eyes widening. Somehow, the warmth that’s creeped up his neck and across his cheeks becomes more pronounced. “Um… I-I don’t think—”
“Backing out already?” Mydei interrupts, voice sharp but smug, leaning a little closer. “This is a training exchange, isn’t it? I didn’t get a clear picture earlier since we cut it short, but I want to make sure I learn as much as possible from you.”
“So… show me as much as you can,” he adds, his voice dropping even lower. “I’m a visual learner too, after all.”
Phainon swallows hard, fumbling his words. “W-well… it’s not exactly like—”
“Come on,” Mydei urges, his gaze teasing, daring. “It’s not like you to run away from a challenge—especially one you started.”
Phainon attempts to glare at him, but all he manages is a small pout. “You don’t understand… it’s really embarrassing…”
Mydei raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Then maybe you should’ve thought about that before bringing it up in front of me.”
At that, Phainon breaks into a small grin despite the blush on his face, lingering from his earlier embarrassment. “I didn’t think it’d get you this riled up.”
Mydei just stares at him in silence. Then, his eyes narrow slightly, fingers skimming along Phainon’s waist, a light touch that sends a shiver up Phainon’s spine. “You’re awfully confident for someone who’s trembling this much.”
“Ugh…” Phainon groans as he looks away, his cheeks burning.
“And you’ve done it before, anyway,” Mydei mutters, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in with a grunt, “—so this shouldn’t be any different.”
“My—Mydei,” Phainon gasps, fingers clawing helplessly against the sheets. “I—ah—!"
He breaks off with a sharp moan as Mydei rolls his hips, pressing their bodies closer together. At first, he moves slowly, giving Phainon the time to feel every inch of his cock stretching him open.
When the pressure starts to ease, Mydei picks up the pace, driving in harder, faster, deeper, until Phainon can do nothing but cry out, weakly shifting his hips to meet Mydei’s movements.
Soon, Mydei’s pounding into Phainon with a force that has him sliding up the bed with every thrust, his fingers digging into Phainon’s skin as he drags him back down onto his cock. Each push fills Phainon to the brim with an overwhelming sense of fullness, and each pull scrapes something devastatingly deep inside him. His hand snaps to his stomach before he can think, the intensity of everything he’s feeling leaving him breathless.
“Oh, it’s—so deep, inside—feels—”
“—Good?”
“Mmm—”
Phainon nods frantically, his body shuddering, feeling Mydei’s thick cock slamming into and dragging against his insides. Overwhelmed, he circles his arms around Mydei’s back, pulling him in as soft, broken sounds leave his throat before he can swallow them down.
“Ah, ah, ah—ugh—Mydei—!”
Mydei groans, clutching Phainon even tighter. He starts losing his rhythm, filling the air with wet, squelching sounds as his thrusts grow rougher and harsher.
“Phainon,” he grunts, feeling Phainon’s walls tighten incredibly around him. Phainon’s legs jerk against his hold, toes curling with movements he can’t fully control, and Mydei knows he’s close.
“Mydei,” Phainon whimpers back, his breaths coming faster and faster. “I’m—hah, I’m gonna—"
Just as he’s teetering on the precipice of his climax, Mydei suddenly stops moving. He holds him right at the edge, pressing carefully around the head of his weeping cock, staving off his release.
Phainon gasps sharply, then heaves, his body trembling with need so fierce it almost feels painful.
“Not yet,” Mydei murmurs, holding him still. He pulls back, excruciatingly slow, intentionally avoiding giving Phainon the stimulation he needs.
“Mydei—” Phainon shivers, hips twitching uselessly as he’s pinned down by Mydei’s strong grip. “… Mydei, please… I really—can’t…”
But Mydei doesn’t give in. Phainon breathes heavily as his peak slowly ebbs away, leaving only the bitter feelings of frustration and emptiness swirling deep inside him.
“You’re—nnh… so cruel,” he whines weakly, blinking away the stray tears that cling to his lashes. “Put it back in…”
“You’re a lot more honest when you get like this,” Mydei notes absentmindedly. “Maybe we should do this more often.”
Flustered, Phainon tries to kick him, but Mydei easily pins his leg down. He leans over Phainon and rocks his hips against him, grinding deliberately against his dripping, aching cock. Phainon gasps at how Mydei’s thick length slides against and fully covers his own, and how unbelievable it is that it had been inside him just moments ago.
“Mydei…”
Mydei brushes against the tears gathered on Phainon’s lashes, his fingers lingering near his cheek. Before he can pull back, Phainon instantly leans into his palm as if craving the connection, eyes fluttering shut.
The unexpected, instinctive action hits Mydei square in the chest. His eyes widen, and a soft, shaky breath slips out of him.
“You’re… really something, Deliverer,” he mutters.
Phainon blinks up slowly at him, his usually bright blue eyes softened and hazy, and Mydei feels his composure crack just a little more. He leans in closer, lining himself up once more, unable to tear his gaze away no matter how hard he tries.
“… Do you think you can take another round?”
“My—dei—hhn—please—”
Mydei’s hands are on Phainon’s hips, jerking him back with each thrust. Phainon fists the sheets beneath him, back arching into Mydei as he tries to take him deeper. With his face half-buried in the pillows, he gasps and moans, helpless as his tears and drool smear across them, soaking into the fabric.
Mydei seems to know Phainon’s body better than Phainon does himself – every time Phainon feels the urge about to tip over, Mydei slows and pulls back, leaving Phainon shaking hard with frustration.
“You can take it, right?” Mydei murmurs, his voice low and edged with challenge. His breathing is harsh and uneven, betraying just how much this is affecting him too.
Phainon whines lowly in response. Even though he’s so close, he can’t stroke himself – every time he tries, Mydei slams forward, and Phainon has to cling to the pillows for dear life, gasping through every brutal thrust. And in this position, with his face pressed down, hips raised high, and legs spread apart, he can’t even grind against the sheets for any form of stimulation. He can’t do anything but whimper and tremble against Mydei, fully at his mercy.
“Mydei…” he mumbles weakly, turning his head just enough to meet Mydei’s gaze. “Stop… edging both of us already… Isn’t your Lance of Fury aching for release right now…?”
Mydei narrows his eyes at the inappropriate name, but unfortunately, Phainon’s right this time too. His gaze lingers on him for a moment as he considers something.
“Hold it off until I come first. I’ll let you have your turn the next round.”
A smug smile tugs at his lips – a smile he really only shows around Phainon.
“Consider this… training for your endurance.”
Mydei feels Phainon stiffen. Seeing that rare, dumbfounded expression on his face, Mydei has half a mind to find his teleslate and snap a photo of it to keep as his wallpaper.
“You…” Phainon breathes out, the shock and betrayal apparent in his tone. “You brute.”
“… Heh.”
“Remind me never to bring up the training exchange with you again…”
“Well,” Mydei says, shifting slightly and giving Phainon’s ass a firm squeeze, just to remind him of what’s still inside. “Are you up for this challenge?”
Phainon’s breath catches. He glares weakly at Mydei, then turns his face back into the pillow. “… Fine.”
“Good,” Mydei murmurs, pressing closer. “Then I won’t hold back this time.”
“When did you ever—ah!” Phainon cries out, his body arching instantly, every nerve alight as Mydei resumes his ruthless pace, his thrusts driving him closer to the edge once again.
He clenches deliberately around Mydei, obviously trying to make him come as soon as possible. The intent in it makes Mydei huff out a breathless laugh. He drives his hips forward with more force, then leans in, dragging his tongue slowly across Phainon’s neck.
Phainon jolts in surprise. Mydei presses flush against his back, hands wandering across the curves of his full chest and lean waist as if memorising them by touch alone.
“Mydei—nnh—!”
He grips Phainon firmly, fingers digging into his chest as he bottoms out again and again. With every harsh thrust, Mydei feels the familiar urge build up fast, too quickly, but he can’t bring himself to stop now. Phainon feels it too, and he rocks back against him with even more desperation, moaning and clamping around Mydei so intensely he drags a guttural groan from his throat.
But right at the brink, when Phainon can feel Mydei shaking, when he knows he’s almost there—
Mydei suddenly pulls out with a loud squelch.
Spurts of heat splatter across the curve of Phainon’s ass and back instead, trickling down his spine in slow, white trails. Phainon’s whole body trembles at the sudden absence, his hole twitching and leaking with oil and Mydei’s precum. For a short while, only the sound of their harsh breathing fills the silence, until Phainon lets a low murmur escape.
“Why didn’t you…?”
The question slips out soft and shaky, as if he’s barely hanging by a thread. Mydei exhales slowly, resting his forehead against the back of Phainon’s shoulder.
“… Didn’t want you to come too early,” he answers once he’s found his breath again.
“Mydei…”
Phainon’s needy whine snaps him out of his haze. He pulls back, studying him quietly now that he’s calmed down. He takes in the tremor in Phainon’s shoulders, the twitch in his fingers gripping the sheets, the shallow breaths catching in his throat – everything that shows just how close Phainon is to breaking.
“… Phainon,” he murmurs, voice gentler than usual. “If you still want to continue, we’ll do whatever you want. There won’t be any rules this time.”
Phainon slowly turns his head, cheeks flushed, eyes wet with unshed tears. A small, shaky smile tugs at his lips. “… Can I turn around?”
Mydei nods, backing away slightly to give him space, letting Phainon twist his body carefully. His movements are tentative at first, still a little shaky from being overwhelmed earlier, but the urgency grows with each shift.
Once he’s turned, Mydei sits up, hands hovering at his sides, unsure whether to reach out or simply watch. Phainon climbs onto his lap, resting a hand against Mydei’s shoulder for support as he lifts his hips up, right above Mydei’s cock.
“Can I…?”
Phainon looks at him, eyes shimmering and full of raw, unbridled desire. It hits Mydei all at once – the weight of his trust, the intensity of his need.
The realisation of what he’s about to do.
“… Yeah,” he breathes out, trying to keep his voice steady despite the heat pooling fast in his gut. “… You can.”
Phainon immediately reaches a hand behind him, guiding Mydei’s already hard length to his dripping hole.
Without waiting, he sinks all the way down to the base in one smooth slide.
“Shit, Phainon—!”
Mydei’s hands fly up to grab Phainon’s waist, holding him close as Phainon’s fingers dig into his shoulder with a drawn-out whimper. They both heave, rocking slightly as they adjust to the sudden rush of sensation.
When Mydei looks up, Phainon’s still panting. But even through heavy breaths, Phainon’s lips curve into a faint smile as Mydei meets his eyes.
“Are you okay?” Mydei asks, holding Phainon steady.
“Yeah,” Phainon whispers. “Thank you, Mydei.”
Before Mydei can reply, Phainon rises, clenching tight as he goes, before he drops his hips back down with a strained moan. He leans into Mydei, rolling his hips against him with growing desperation before trying to lift himself again, searching for a faster rhythm he can barely hold together.
The effort pulls trembling breaths from him, one after another. Mydei stays still beneath him, watching him with quiet, yet almost overwhelming earnestness – steady, focused, perhaps even fond.
And before Phainon can think, the words start spilling out of him – soft, frantic, almost breaking:
“… Th-thank you, hah, thank you, thank you, ah, thank you—”
His voice wavers with every shift of his hips, his heated breaths brushing right by Mydei’s ear.
“Fuck, Phainon,” Mydei grits out, digging his fingers into the sheets to restrain himself from taking over. “You’re—so tight. So good—for me.”
Phainon gasps, fingers clinging tightly to Mydei’s shoulders as he tries to move faster, tears rolling freely down his cheeks and dripping onto his chest with every slam downwards. The muscles there – usually firm and defined from years of training – are relaxed, soft and pliant with the intense movement. Each rise and drop of his hips send his chest swaying in a way that makes it impossible for Mydei to look anywhere else.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you—uuh, th-thank, you…”
“… Come here.”
Mydei places a firm hand against the small of his back, guiding him and keeping him upright. Every time Phainon pushes himself up and sinks down, his chest brushes against Mydei’s face, the faint drag of contact sending sparks down his spine. Mydei smiles to himself, tilting his head to lick a stripe over Phainon’s pert nipple before taking it into his mouth, biting and sucking softly on the sensitive flesh.
A broken keen leaves Phainon’s lips as he halts his movements, folding further into Mydei’s touch. Mydei’s hands are everywhere now, pressing, directing, holding him close as he rocks up into Phainon, his mouth leaving Phainon’s tender nipple with an audible pop before moving over to the other nub.
The sensation of everything happening at once almost overwhelms Phainon, and it’s only when Mydei brushes a hand along his thigh that he jolts, realising that he’s gone still. He inhales sharply, finding himself moving again and continuing his frantic pace.
“Hah—hah—thank you, thank you, thank you—"
His thighs strain with effort, but he can’t stop now. He keeps going, clinging to Mydei as though the warmth beneath his hands is the only thing anchoring him.
“Th-thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you—”
He impales himself on Mydei’s cock over and over with reckless need, pouring every last bit of strength into it, too far gone to care how desperate he must look.
He’s so close – so unbearably close – that the feeling almost hurts.
Mydei feels the way Phainon’s movements turn erratic, the way he’s driving himself down with no restraint left. He picks up the rhythm himself, his hands firm on Phainon’s waist as he lifts him just enough to grind into him, meeting him halfway.
“Ah! Ah, My—thank you, thank you—thank—you, thank you…”
A strange, sharp feeling unfurls in Mydei’s chest at the interrupted call of his name, but he pushes it aside, keeping his hands steady, guiding and grounding Phainon through each motion.
“A—ah, thank, thank you—thank—you, uuh, thank you—hnn…”
Phainon’s voice breaks off into a frustrated whine, his movements faltering as he finally loses steam. Mydei takes over at once, hands swiftly tightening around him as he thrusts up into him repeatedly with even greater force. Phainon immediately collapses against him, letting go completely.
He buries his face in Mydei’s shoulder, voice cracking as his tears soak Mydei’s skin. The words spill out of him faster than he can breathe. “Th-thank you, thank you, thankyou thankyouthankyouthankyou—"
A low snarl builds in Mydei, breaking the taut line of restraint he’d been holding all this time.
“Enough,” he snaps, the intensity in his voice surprising even him. “Don’t say that anymore. Say my name instead.”
Leaning forward, he gathers Phainon up and presses him down with him, the momentum tipping them back onto the bed. Mydei adjusts his position, settling over Phainon before driving relentlessly into him once again. Phainon instantly hooks his legs around Mydei’s hips, pulling him closer.
“Ahh—Thank y—Mydei, Mydei, mmh, Mydei, ah, Mydei—”
Mydei groans, quickening his pace, each thrust more forceful than the last. Their bodies meet again and again, the harsh, wet slaps of skin against skin echoing loudly against the walls of the room.
Phainon’s hands slide down Mydei’s back, nails grazing wildly over his skin, legs shifting and tightening around his waist. He’s crying out right next to his ear, squeezing so much around him, and it’s taking all of Mydei’s willpower not to come right there and then.
“Mydei—Can I—please?”
“What do you need?” Mydei forces the words out with strain, tightening his grip on Phainon’s waist.
“I want—I want to come,” Phainon sobs, hugging Mydei desperately like he’ll fall apart if he doesn’t. “Please let me come, please, please—”
Another surge of heat slams into Mydei, striking him so suddenly he almost feels dizzy. With renewed vigour, he pulls Phainon tight against him, moving with a fierce, unrestrained urgency that finally drives Phainon towards the release he’s been craving so desperately.
“Fuck, Phainon,” Mydei growls, thrusting all the way inside and grinding into his deepest parts, brushing his lips against his ear. “Come for me.”
With a strangled cry, Phainon’s body tenses, his back arching off the bed as his release pulses out of him in erratic, drawn-out spurts. It splatters against both their bodies, seemingly endless, even as he writhes and spasms around Mydei’s cock.
His intense climax hits Mydei like a shock, and he sinks his teeth into Phainon’s neck, muffling a groan against his skin. He thrusts in roughly, once, twice, and finally, buries himself deep inside as he pours everything he has into Phainon’s tight, welcoming heat.
It lasts for a while, and when Mydei finally unlatches himself from Phainon’s neck and pulls back, he finds that Phainon’s legs are still shaking, hips jerking faintly with the aftershocks. And lower, Mydei’s semen oozes slowly from Phainon’s twitching hole, trickling down onto the sheets below.
“… Mydei…”
At the sound of his name, Mydei lifts his head.
Phainon looks up at him through shaky breaths, eyes glistening with tears. His hands reach out to gently caress Mydei’s face, smiling warmly despite how overwhelmed he is.
And for some inconceivable reason, after everything they’ve been through, it’s this that undoes Mydei the most. He leans down to bury his face in the curve of Phainon’s neck, if only to hold back the heat rising in his chest from bursting through him.
“Mydei… I don’t think I can move for a while…” Phainon murmurs, laughing tiredly as he watches Mydei walk off to grab some clean towels. “You might have to carry me around as part of your training today.”
“Didn’t you say you never wanted to bring up the training exchange with me again?” Mydei scoffs, rummaging through his shelf.
“Well, I really meant it when I said I wanted to learn from you,” Phainon replies, stretching lightly with a slight wince. “You have a very nice, strong body. One that isn’t just for show… you earned that with all your discipline and hard work.”
“… You’re not so bad yourself,” Mydei mutters softly. When he turns back, he finds that Phainon’s already staring intently at him. “Stop looking at me like that.”
Phainon grins. “Are you getting shy now?”
“Are you asking me to fuck you again?” Mydei shoots back, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not sure if you can handle it.”
“Hey, when you say it like that, it makes me want to say yes just to spite you.”
Mydei smirks. “You seemed to enjoy it enough to thank me quite a few times earlier, at least.”
A pillow suddenly flies straight at his face. He catches it easily, but the flustered look on Phainon’s face is what throws him off instead.
“That’s because…” Phainon mumbles, his cheeks burning. “That’s because you asked…”
… Oh.
“Ah—but that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it at all! I… really did. And I guess the words did… just slip out…”
Phainon’s slightly panicked voice softens as he speaks, trailing into a whisper.
Mydei stares at him, then slowly exhales, his fingers tightening just slightly on the towels and pillow he’s holding.
“… I see.”
A moment of awkward silence stretches between them.
Then, Mydei clears his throat. “… Speaking of that.”
Phainon looks questioningly at him. “Hmm?”
“Did you really… do all that with them?”
“Who?”
“The guards. The ones you were talking about earlier.”
Phainon blinks at him. Then, he gives him a sheepish grin, his hand automatically coming up to rub the back of his neck. “Oh, that? I was just joking, haha.”
Mydei stares at him, the items in his hands slipping from his fingers and falling to the floor.
“I mean, isn’t it a little embarrassing to be doing all that with your buddies?” Phainon continues, laughing weakly. “Well, we did do squats together, though. Sometimes, we’d hold impromptu competitions to see who can do the most squats in one sitting. It was pretty fun!”
Mydei takes one step closer to him, silent.
“I was just referencing this video I saw online. It was kind of funny, so I wanted to try it out to see how you’d react.”
Mydei takes a few more steps until he’s leaning over the bed, his shadow spilling across Phainon’s sprawled form.
“I half-expected you to glare at me with contempt in your eyes as you say ‘What is wrong with you, HKS’, but I was pleasantly surprised when you thrusted up into me instead! I did try telling you a few times earlier, but you were so serious, so I… Uh, Mydei? Why are you looking at me like that…?”
Mydei inhales slowly. Then—
“It seems,” he mutters through gritted teeth, “that your regimen isn’t over yet.”
Phainon stares at him with wide eyes.
“W-wait, calm down, Mydei… I’m really sorry about that, okay? Let me off, just this once—Uwaaahh—!!!”