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Anaxa was in his office with a neatly-organized stack of essays in front of him. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t able to grade any of them at the moment and would have to take them home later on. Instead, his attention was focused solely on the student in front of him, who had dropped by during his office hours to ask about the fundamentals of Nousporism.
He was just finishing another re-explanation to the student who, quite frankly, looked terrified. Like the other six times before, he could already tell that he lost her halfway through. Despite his best attempts to break down the content, the only thing that could hold her attention for longer than five minutes was the stuffed dromas doll on the bookshelf behind him, which looked fairly out of place amongst the other texts that were shelved in an order only he could understand.
He suspected that the only reason that she was still here was because she thought it would be too awkward to leave in the middle of his speech, but that was alright. The only reason why he was still here was because he had already gotten too many reprimands about cutting his office hours short.
Fortunately for her, salvation came in the form of another visitor, who sauntered in with a sunny smile and a gait that promised nothing but trouble. Internally, Anaxa suppressed a sigh. Phainon was far past the point of needing to attend his office hours, so there was no good reason for him to be here.
With the new opportunity for freedom and a hasty “Thank you!” thrown over her shoulder, the student tossed all her things into her bag and rushed out. Phainon took her vacated seat, but not before closing the door and flicking the lock shut. The man didn’t even have the decency to bring along a book bag or any sort of indication that he was here to talk about science.
Instead, Phainon tilted his head slightly, entirely guilt-free. “Hi, Professor Anaxa. About that essay you just released the grades for, I noticed that I got a failing grade. But I really, really need to pass this class. Is there anything I can do to make up the assignment?” He leaned forward suggestively. “Anything at all?”
Anaxa could only stare at him, deadpan. This type of idiocy was so entirely in character for Phainon that it broke so far past weird on Anaxa’s bullshit scale that it settled firmly back to normal.
“Phainon, you graduated two years ago.” And besides, he wasn’t about to grade anyone less harshly than they deserved, even his partner.
In response, Phainon batted his eyelashes not entirely unlike a particularly frantic, hairy moth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Professor Anaxa.” He tried winking. “Please, professor. I’ll do anything at all,” he repeated.
Please just play along, Phainon mouthed.
Anaxa briefly shut his eyes and took a moment to gather himself. This would normally be when an ordinary person would pray to Cerces for wisdom and patience, but Anaxa would rather lose his other eye than ask that accursed Titan for anything. He would just have to deal with further diminishing his rapidly-draining puddle of patience.
“Then at least call me Professor Anaxagoras.”
“Professor Anaxa— Anaxagoras. I failed my final project, and I desperately need to pass this class to graduate on time.” From an essay to a final project. Really, the only thing that made sense about Phainon’s story was his desperation to avoid another year here, given the attendance fees. “Isn’t there anything I could do to convince you to let me pass?” Anaxa was pretty sure Phainon was trying to look sultry, what with his attempt to bite his lip, but he mostly just looked like a deranged cat.
“I don’t break the rules for anyone, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae. You of all people should know this, given how extensively we’ve worked together in the past.”
Phainon smirked and stretched up. When Anaxa looked at him, confused, Phainon tried again and made sure his shirt rode up this time to show off his dromas-printed boxers. “But professor, I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”
This was the third time he was saying that. Anaxa resisted the urge to roll his singular eye and instead focused his full attention on Phainon. Two could play at this game. “Sit up straight. Stop slouching. Recite to me the creed of our school.”
As Phainon hastened to obey, Anaxa stood up and rounded the desk to stand behind Phainon. Once Phainon finished, he leaned closer and brushed his lips close to Phainon’s ear. “Anything at all, correct?”
Anaxa took no small pleasure in the way Phainon shivered from the heat of his breath on his sensitive flesh. “Yes, professor. Anything.”
Anaxa nodded. “Then meet me at my residence after my last class.” Tilting his lips into a disparaging smile, he cut off Phainon’s pre-emptive celebration by continuing with, “I need you to wipe down my kitchen, wax my floors, and organize my library.”
Phainon opened his mouth to protest, but Anaxa silenced any complaints with a disapproving look. “You said anything, remember?”
Shenanigans successfully dealt with, he grabbed his bag of lecture materials sitting next to his desk and flicked the lock back open before leaving his office. He had another lecture in five minutes, and he always made a habit of being on time.
When he left, Phainon hadn’t budged an inch, still stuck in a despondent slump. Anaxa was certain that this was enough of a deterrent for Phainon to stop bothering him with such ridiculous machinations. He’d bet his tenureship on it.
It was a good thing he wasn’t the gambling sort of man, seeing as how Phainon was already waiting for him outside of his apartment by the time he arrived back home. Seeing the other man made Anaxa falter slightly, grip tightening on his bag. Not because Phainon was here, but because of what he was wearing.
Standing in the doorway, Phainon was barely illuminated by the lanterns scattered throughout the street. Still, what was visible was enough to make Anaxa blink rapidly before composing himself. If he were any less certain in his sanity, he’d check himself into the Twilight Courtyard.
How shameless. It seemed like Phainon took his orders to do his housework a little too seriously. The man was dressed in a black and white maid outfit, complete with lacy stockings and a frilly apron. The skirt was short enough that Anaxa could still see the dromas print of his boxers. To top off the ensemble, perched on top of his head was a headband with dromas horns that contrasted with the silvery color of his hair.
The dromas accessory was a nice touch, but the costume as a whole was hardly enough to outweigh the sheer volume of the essays that he’d have to grade and the papers that he needed to revise.
Still, there wasn’t any reason not to invite Phainon in. Like Phainon had said, he’d do anything. Including chores.
“Phainon,” Anaxa said, slightly dipping his head in greeting when Phainon noticed his approach. “I didn’t expect you to come, but I assume you’re here to fulfill the promise you made to me earlier?”
“Of course,” Phainon replied, eyes twinkling. “How could I pass up on this?”
Anaxa shook his head before taking out his keys. Before he could use them, Phainon took them from his hand and pushed him back, unlocking the door for him. Then, he held the door open and bowed slightly. “After you, master.”
Strange, but not entirely unexpected. The less Anaxa had to do before getting to his office work, the better.
Phainon came inside as well and closed the door behind him, eyes jumping around despite having already visited multiple times before. It was barely furnished, a fact that Anaxa never felt particularly bad about. There was a threadbare couch, a bookshelf filled with his past reads, a dining table scattered with books, a poorly-stocked kitchen, and most important, his beloved second-floor office. He made a beeline for the staircase, with Phainon following close behind him.
“Get to work,” he tossed over his shoulder.
Of all responses, Phainon giggled. “Yes, master.”
Instead of obeying, Phainon continued to follow him. When Anaxa stepped inside his office, he held out a hand and pushed it against Phainon’s solid chest. Not that Anaxa was paying attention, but Phainon’s outfit felt soft to the touch and was clearly high quality. He wondered where on Amphoreus the other man had even gotten such a thing.
“Stop. Didn’t you say that you’d help me clean the place?” Anaxa asked, crossing his arms judgementally.
Phainon froze, then slowly tilted his head downwards until his gaze rested on the floor. His expression looked faintly petrified, not unlike the student who had come to his office hours earlier that day. “I thought this was a set-up for roleplay?” he tried.
Anaxa laughed in his face. “No,” he said as he shoved Phainon out of the way and shut the door behind him. He set his bag on the desk and started taking out his work, keeping an ear out to what was going on outside. There was silence for a few moments, until Anaxa heard slow footsteps that grew fainter as they descended the staircase.
Anaxa smiled to himself, satisfied.
There were two possibilities. Either Phainon would get bored of doing housework and sit patiently until Anaxa was finished, or he would do a bit of it then simply leave. There was no world in which Phainon would risk further disappointing him by bothering him during his work. This might not have been what Phainon was expecting, but it suited Anaxa’s purposes perfectly.
Maybe if Phainon did a good enough job, he’d reward him later. But for now, Anaxa mused as he settled into his plush armchair, he had work to do first.
Four hours later, Anaxa finished enough of his work to call it a night. He still had far too many revisions to get through, but there would be time for that later. He stood up and cracked his back, noting that there were faint noises coming from downstairs. Good, Phainon was still here.
When he opened the door to his office, he noticed a mouth-watering aroma fill the air. Anaxa wasn’t aware that Phainon knew how to cook anything other than salads, but he always had been full of surprises. He left his office, intent on finding him.
But for the second time that day, he had to do another double take. He didn’t have to look far to find the other man. In fact, Phainon was standing right next to the staircase, humming tunelessly as he used a feather duster to cheerfully sweep at the staircase’s banister. To be perfectly frank, Anaxa wasn’t even aware he owned one of those.
Phainon had gone above and beyond his expectations. Beyond the staircase, the house was spotless. More importantly, Phainon had somehow managed to decipher the organizational system he used for his bookshelf and put away the books that cluttered his dining table in order to make way for the food that was still steaming on the table.
He had cooked salmon for the two of them, garnished with a slice of lemon and a few sprigs of parsley. It looked surprisingly delicious.
“Anaxa!” Phainon cheered. “I’ve been waiting ages for you to finish. If you’re hungry, dinner’s ready on the table.”
Anaxa was obligated to note that he was very much not into this, but even he could admit that the other man’s determination deserved gratitude, and maybe something more. “Thank you. You did well.” He paused and stepped closer to Phainon. “How would you like me to reward you?”
In response, Phainon swooned, falling in Anaxa’s direction. Anaxa had to brace himself to hastily catch the significantly taller and heavier man. His arms trembled under the weight. Even after all the work he did for him, If Phainon kept this act up, Anaxa wouldn’t hesitate to drop him.
Phainon cuddled closer to Anaxa, leaning his entire body on him. “So, you see, I’m not just a maid.”
Well, no shit, Anaxa thought.
“I am actually,” Phainon said, clutching a hand to his chest dramatically, “the jilted lover of the man who you left for dead on your pirate voyage, all those years ago.” What the fuck. If this was a roundabout reference to his eyepatch, Anaxa was going to kick him out of the house.
“While you were grading papers in your room, I rummaged through your private library for this long lost treasure map.” From the folds of his skirt, Phainon withdrew a book about the fundamentals of gardening and brandished it like a weapon. “And now that I have it in my grasp, I–”
Anaxa dropped him.
Phainon wheezed, collapsed on a heap on the floor with the book knocking into his spine. He was just lucky he hadn’t chosen one of the novels Anaxa actually cared about.
“Brat,” Anaxa said. “Let’s eat first, and I’ll consider indulging you after.” He sat himself down in front of an immaculate table setting, leaving Phainon scrambling off the floor to sit across from him on the other side of the dining table.
“Thank you for the food, Phainon. It looks quite delicious.”
“Anything for you,” Phainon grinned. He sat expectantly, clearly waiting for Anaxa to take the first bite. So, Anaxa carefully sectioned off a small chunk of the fish and watched as it flaked apart beautifully. It was glistening, still moist and steaming.
When he put a forkful into his mouth, the exquisite lemony flavor hit him like a brilliant starburst. He moaned at the flavor, slightly exaggerated for Phainon’s watching eyes, and smirked at the way the other man turned red. He didn’t miss the way Phainon tracked the swallowing of his throat and the way he dabbed at the sauce that trickled down the corner of his mouth.
“Stop staring and start eating,” Anaxa commanded when Phainon’s gaze grew a little too long. Phainon shook himself out of his stupor and began eating as well. He lifted great forkfuls of the food to his lips and started to devour the plate. It was obvious that he was eager for whatever Anaxa planned to do with him after the meal.
In contrast, Anaxa continued taking small, reasonable bites. He was intent on savoring the flavor, since it had been ages since someone else had cooked for him. He sighed at the ravenous way that Phainon was eating.
“Slow down.”
But Phainon didn’t listen, too intent on finishing up. In retaliation, Anaxa coughed lightly and lifted a foot, first placing it against Phainon’s own foot. He lifted it up, tracing the outlines of Phainon’s calves, his thighs. When he pressed against Phainon’s cock, the other man spluttered and began coughing as the bite of fish got stuck in his throat.
Hm. They hadn’t even done anything yet and he was already hard. Anaxa decided to leave his foot resting on Phainon’s lap.
“Slow down,” Anaxa said,” or you’ll choke.” He smirked slightly at Phainon’s betrayed expression, nudging his water glass closer. “Drink some water.”
Even though he had already stopped coughing, Phainon hastened to obey and grabbed the glass, pouring half of it down his throat. He hesitated, but blustered through and said, “But the sooner we finish eating, the sooner we can—”
“I think I’ve heard enough out of you.” Anaxa enunciated, “I will eat as slowly as I want to.”
Phainon didn’t argue back this time, but Anaxa began to eat faster anyway.
Ten minutes later, Phainon found himself lying down on Anaxa’s bed, blindfolded and gagged with his arms tied behind his back. A red flush spread from his cheeks down to his chest.
“Brat,” Anaxa repeated again. The way Phainon shivered was a little pathetic. His maid costume lay in pieces on the floor, but Anaxa left the stockings and the Dromas headband on him.
Phainon was already hard and leaking, and all Anaxa had done was tie him up a little. Considering all that had happened today, his desperation really was astounding.
Anaxa smirked, running his eyes along the broad planes of Phainon’s chest and stroking his cock slowly. Blissfully, he enjoyed the quiet. There were no loudmouthed comments, no pleas to be touched. Only faint, whimpering moans.
It was invigorating to have such a powerful man pliant beneath him, willing to take anything Anaxa wanted to do to him.
Once Anaxa was fully hard, he let go of his cock and decided that he ought to pay some attention to Phainon. But not to his dick. Phainon didn’t deserve that yet. So he reached out a hand and placed it on Phainon’s chest, unmoving. Even this small gesture was enough to get Phainon to release a litany of muffled moans through the cloth gag.
Once Phainon was quiet again, Anaxa spread his fingers over his left pectoral and swiped at his nipple. Once, twice, thrice. Placidly, he watched as Phainon’s cock twitched and released a small string of precum onto his navel. Sensitive, as always. Phainon moaned loudly.
“So noisy,” he sighed. “Quiet down and hold still for me.” Breathless, Phainon did his best to obey as Anaxa reached out his other hand to play with the other pectoral, kneading at the plush flesh. Phainon’s muscles jerked underneath his skin in an attempt to stop his reactions, but it was no use. Anaxa knew what Phainon liked, and he also knew Phainon was far too responsive to follow this command for long.
The second Phainon couldn’t suppress his broken gasps anymore, Anaxa took both his hands away and sighed in disapproval. “I give you one simple command and you can’t even follow it. Tell me, how should I punish you?”
Phainon’s words were incomprehensible around the gag, but that was okay. Anaxa wasn’t going to let him choose anyway. He didn’t deserve to.
“Open your mouth,” Anaxa commanded, removing the gag. He moved closer to Phainon and straddled his chest. With one hand, he guided his cock to Phainon’s awaiting mouth and moaned as it was enveloped in the welcoming heat. Eagerly, Phainon began sucking, but Anaxa wrapped a hand against his throat and pushed his head back onto the mattress.
“Did I tell you to do that,” Anaxa crooned, more of a threat than a question.
Phainon could only let out a cut-off whimper, supplicating himself under Anaxa’s touch. A fresh stream of precum trickled down his cock.
Anaxa let Phainon’s throat go and waited to see how well Phainon would behave. Satisfied, he smiled at Phainon’s obedience.
“Now,” he allowed, “you may begin.”
And begin he did. Anaxa merely sat there as Phainon fought for the leverage to push his head away from the bed and take more of Anaxa into his mouth. After a few minutes of Phainon failing miserably to take more than half of his cock in his mouth, Anaxa decided to take pity on him and began moving, shoving his cock in and out. Slowly, then faster, until Phainon’s nose was repeatedly hitting the hair at the base of his dick. He watched as drool and precum mixed at the corners of Phainon’s mouth and slid down the edges.
Once Anaxa felt like he was just about to tip over the peak, he took his cock out and paused for a moment, gathering himself. Phainon was too fucked out to say anything, his breath coming out in heavy pants and gasps. Of all the ways to shut Phainon up, this was his favorite.
When Anaxa no longer felt so close to the edge, he took his spit-slick cock and smeared it all over Phainon’s chest and face. Clinically, he watched as the mess spread to Phainon’s pectorals, his nipples, his cheeks, his lips. He blatantly ignored Phainon’s cock.
By the time all of his mess was wiped off on Phainon’s body, Anaxa was ready to go again. “Suck,” he said, placing his cock against Phainon’s mouth.
He repeated this once, twice more. Each time, Anaxa watched as the mess on Phainon’s body only grew and grew, as Phainon’s cock twitched pathetically. The combination of spit and precum and sweat spread all over Phainon’s flushed skin was beautiful. It was enough for Anaxa to decide that this time, he would give Phainon what he wanted.
“One last time,” he commanded, “suck.” This time, he didn’t hold back, arching his body and slamming his dick into that wet heat as Phainon’s throat convulsed around him. Anaxa let himself get lost in the pleasure, riding higher and higher until he was inches away from the climax.
Right at the precipice, he took out his cock and ripped Phainon’s blindfold off with one hand, touching himself faster and faster with the other hand. Phainon’s eyes were slick with tears and dark with desire, and he moaned louder than Anaxa despite the lack of stimulation.
“Keep your mouth open,” was the last thing Anaxa managed to make out before he was swept over the edge. As he admired the canvas that was Phainon’s body, he aimed his cock and painted stripes of cum across Phainon’s chest, his cheeks, his lips, his face. Surprised, Phainon shut his eyes and gasped as stripes landed on his eyelashes and his forehead.
Anaxa stroked himself through it until his entire release decorated Phainon. The white that coated Phainon’s body was the proof of his pleasure. He traced one hand through it, smearing the mess around until there wasn’t an inch of Phainon’s chest that was still clean. He held his dirtied hand to Phainon’s mouth.
“Clean this up.”
Phainon hastened to obey, lapping at his hand and taking each finger into his mouth. His tongue swept over every single one reverently. Even when Anaxa’s hand was clean, Phainon didn’t stop sucking until Anaxa took his hand back. Phainon let out a desperate moan, upset that he didn’t have anything in his mouth anymore.
“Are you ready for your reward?” Anaxa asked. He didn’t wait for a reply before returning to the base of the bed and finally, blessedly, taking Phainon’s cock into his hand. He slipped a finger into Phainon’s ass and felt around for that bundle of nerves. He massaged it, stroking Phainon before abruptly letting go of his cock when he noticed Phainon was about to finish.
“Not yet. Keep holding on for me, Phainon,” he murmured. Instead of returning his hand to Phainon’s dick, he added another finger and began scissoring, smug at how Phainon’s groaning and writhing and thrashing was stopped by the ties that bound him.
It took a while until Phainon accepted his fate and simply lay there and took it, shivering with feeling. Anaxa added a third finger and continued the assault on his prostate. He watched Phainon lose control again, neglected cock continuously leaking precum.
The next time Phainon settled down, Anaxa asked, “Are you done yet?” Phainon couldn’t respond, mind scattered into a million pieces under the weight of all the sensations.
Anaxa hummed, fingers moving languidly. “You look gorgeous tied up on my bed. How do you feel about staying here like this for the rest of the night?” He watched as a fresh wave of tears wet Phainon’s face. “I made a few toys to test on you, you know. What if I put one of them inside of you and left you alone until the morning?”
He continued, “Would you do that for me if I asked you? Would you give yourself up fully to my whims? Unable to move, unable to cum, unable to do anything but moan helplessly and simply take it until I decide otherwise?”
Overwhelmed, Phainon sobbed, but the only thing he could do was bite back a groan and jerk his head into an imitation of a nod. The idea of shaking his head never even crossed his mind. To Phainon, it sounded like painful complete bliss. It sounded like pleasurable agony. But for Anaxa, he had said he would do anything, and he was a man of his word.
At Phainon’s complete obedience, Anaxa’s eyes grew hazy with desire and satisfaction. It was time to finish up.
He moved his fingers faster, brutally hammering at Phainon’s prostate. With his other hand, he wrapped steady fingers around Phainon’s cock and stroked it fully from base to tip. One, twice, thrice, and then—
“Cum for me, Phainon.”
For the first time that night, Phainon obeyed him perfectly. Phainon sobbed, bucking his hips as the force of his orgasm shook through him like a force of nature. Anaxa didn’t stop stroking until Phainon reached the point of incoherent overstimulation, watching as more ropes of cum fell upon Phainon’s chest and stomach.
When Phainon finally stopped shaking, Anaxa swiped a hand through the mess again and lifted it to his mouth, savoring the combined taste of the two of them. He crawled on top of Phainon and tiled the other man’s head up. He kissed Phainon tenderly, slowly passing the taste of their cum between their mouths.
After the afterglow faded, Anaxa let Phainon flop boneless on top of him for a little while before shoving the other man aside and ignoring his whines as he headed to the bathroom. He quickly wiped himself down before wetting a towel with warm water and bringing it over to Phainon. He cleaned up Phainon’s cock and face and chest and stomach as well before stripping him of his headband and his stockings. He haphazardly tossed all of it into a corner of the room. One of them could clean it up later.
Before Anaxa could settle into bed himself, Phainon cracked an eye open and snagged an arm around his waist, dragging him close. Phainon pressed his lips to Anaxa’s neck and cuddled close as Anaxa carefully tucked the blanket around the both of them.
As Anaxa began to drowse off, cradled in warm arms, he heard Phainon laugh softly before sleepily murmuring one last thing.
“Does this mean I get a passing grade, professor?”
Anaxa didn’t bother opening his eyes as he blindly groped around for a pillow and shoved it in Phainon’s face.