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Ever since their ten day duel, Phainon has known he was into Mydei. He was refusing to admit it to himself at first, pushing aside any thoughts that arise about the man, and chalking it up to admiration of an equal and fellow warrior when he started talking about Mydei’s body and praising his strength to anyone willing to listen.
But as time went by, especially after he started dragging the man to the baths twice a day, Phainon slowly realized, with horror, that what he felt for Mydei was more than just admiration— it was something akin to obsession. What Phainons felt exactly, he didn't know, but what he was sure of was that his heart started pounding faster whenever Mydei got a little too close, that his chest tightened at the knowledge of Mydei spending time with another, even if it was something as simple as a spar, and that he felt butterflies in his stomach whenever he managed to squeeze a compliment out of the man, albeit usually snarky and a little back handed.
Phainon wanted Mydei. He wanted to spend every waking moment with him, he wanted to get closer to him in the baths, he wanted to see his naked body, he wanted to touch him, and to be touched by him.
But Mydei was Phainon’s friend. A fellow chrysos heir, a warrior, a prince, and a man. Hence the horror— none of what Phainon desired was possible, for lack of time, or worse, reciprocation.
So Phainon decided he was content with just looking at Mydei. From a distance— a reasonable distance, he had to remind himself.
Reasonable distance, he reminded himself again, walking closer to Mydei’s quarters, and looking up at his room’s balcony. Phainon was able to make out Mydei's silhouette through the blinds.
It was dark out by this point, the two of them had already taken their last joint bath of the day, and Phainon definitely wasn't supposed to be near Mydei’s place at this hour— his own place was two building blocks away, and this was the very opposite direction he would take from the baths there.
And yet here he was, standing beside the bushes that line the building's entrance, staring up at Mydei’s silhouette as the man moved around in his room. Shamelessly and guiltily, yet incapable of leaving. This distance was, in fact, not reasonable.
Not much was visible from where he was, Phainon could barely see Mydei’s upper body, the balcony's railing obstructing his already limited view.
Phainon felt like a pervert. He had never thought of doing such a thing before, convinced he was content with what little of Mydei's body he got to see in the baths every day, even if he wished the man would drop the towel around his waist and end his misery. But as of late, he started wanting more— getting greedier.
Until the idea occurred to him— he would get a full view if he just watched Mydei change in the comfort of his quarters. Phainon had turned the idea over in his head for weeks, hesitating, mulling it over, weighing the pros and cons, until tonight, when he finally cracked.
Phainon was but a weak man. He understood his burning desire for Mydei— after so many years of knowing the man and getting closer to him, reading all sorts of novels and books, and looking within himself, there was no denying it anymore.
So his conclusion was; if he could only see it once. Phainon was sure it would quench his thirst and satisfy him, he was convinced this was all he needed to calm down and return to his normal self— composed, friendly, and with unwavering self restraint. Just how he had been the entire time, up until some months ago when his obsession began to spiral out of control. Phainon believed in his heart of hearts that all he needed was to see Mydei's naked body once, and then he would be over and done with it— no more curiosity, no more haunting thoughts— he would be satisfied.
So there he was, standing at the foot of Mydei's abode, fidgety and still hesitant, despite his conviction about this being the solution to his predicament. You see, even if it made sense to Phainon, it wouldn't make sense to anyone else if he got caught, and it would spell out his end if Mydei were to find out.
Then he saw Mydei’s silhouette begin to take his top layer off, and that was all it took. “Fuck it.” He whispered to himself, and began climbing up the wall, then very quietly and carefully landed onto the balcony. Thanks to the light from inside Mydei's room contrasting the darkness outside, along with the openings on the blinds being wider up close, Phainon got to see everything nearly in perfect clarity. He swallowed hard, his eyes locked on Mydei’s glorious frame.
Mydei was busy with his pants now, working them open. He was wearing nothing but that anymore— his top layer, boots, and gauntlets already discarded. Phainon licked his lips as he attentively watched the man slip out of his pants, now only in his briefs. There it was. Any moment now.
But Mydei didn't strip any more than that. He simply walked to his bed, slipping under the covers, and turned off the light on his bedside table.
What the fuck.
Phainon was disappointed, to say the least. But mostly mortified. He had acted like a complete pervert and creep, only to not even get to see what he needed to see. What was all this for then? It felt like wasted effort.
Phainon still needed to see. He already did this anyway, doing it again surely would be no different. He was officially a creep already, he might as well see it through. He decided he would come back the next day.
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“Deliverer.”
Phainon flinched at the name. “Mydeimos!” He greeted anyway, as cheerful as ever. Mydei raised a suspecting eyebrow. “What’s the matter with you?”
“Whatever do you mean?” Phainon chuckled nervously. Mydei stayed quiet, studying the man’s expression. “Nevermind.” He spoke after a beat. “Why did you wake up so late? It's almost noon and you're just now showing up to our morning spar. Did something keep you up?”
As a matter of fact, something did keep him up. Or rather, someone. And that person was standing right in front of him. When Phainon returned to his own quarters the night before, he couldn't stop thinking about Mydei— his body, his chiseled musculature, his beautiful face in the dim lighting of his night stand lamp, his tight briefs which were hiding his—
Well, it's safe to say Phainon touched himself to those thoughts that night. He felt great shame and guilt at doing so, he had shown such self restraint up until that point— but again, Phainon was but a weak man, and he had reached his limit.
He wasn't going to say that, though.
“Not really,” He chuckled again. “I slept quite early. I think I might've just been really tired yesterday, and ended up sleeping too much.”
“Is that so.” Was all he got as a response from Mydei. And without another word, they began their morning spar as they did every day.
When night time rolled around, and the two of them separated after their final bath of the day, Phainon turned on his heels and went the opposite direction once again. Surely Mydei would change his briefs tonight, and Phainon would finally get what he wanted and move on from this like it never happened.
Mydei did in fact change his briefs, but, much to Phainon's dismay, he was facing away from the balcony. Makes sense— he wouldn't want some pervert to watch him from outside and get a full view of his front. Who would do such a thing.
Phainon wanted to shrivel up and die on the spot.
He was acting the most shameful he ever has, for the second night in a row, yet he still didn't get what he came for.
But he was too deep in. Doing this more than once meant he had to commit, if he was going to continue having no decorum, he had to at least get something out of it.
So he came back the next day. Convinced he would see it this time. That is to say, Mydei’s dick. Phainon died inside every time he remembered that that was the goal of all this.
Yet, once again, he didn't see it.
Mydei changed into his new briefs while facing the other way again. Phainon's frustration was starting to ramp up.
Phainon wanted to barge into the room and strip Mydei himself.
Of course, he didn't. Once again, he masturbated to the thought of Mydei that night, relying on his imagination for the best part of the man’s body.
He simply continued to show up at Mydei’s balcony in the dead of night, watching him through the blinds like a creep, and every night, he went back to his room disappointed and horny.
“I have to kill myself.” He whispered to himself when he walked into his room, closing the door behind him and leaning his back against it.
Phainon's frustration reached a point where he could no longer be content with just picturing Mydei’s naked form— he started imagining the man in his bed, above him, between his legs. He wanted Mydei to spread them, to roam his hands on his inner thighs, and go lower, and lower—
Phainon needed Mydei inside him. Which was funny, because he didn't even know what the man’s cock looked like, but it didn't matter, because it was Mydei. No matter what it was, he wanted it. He could no longer deny that.
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By the seventh day in a row, Phainon was starting to lose hope. What if Mydei never turns to face his way while changing? What if all of this would end up being in vain? He had to stop eventually, and he considered it, but the thought of Mydei doing exactly what Phainon wanted him to do, right on the one day he decides not to watch him, haunted him.
Tonight was no different. Once again, Mydei changed into his new briefs without facing the balcony, then walked to bed and laid down.
Phainon sighed very quietly, shoulders slumping in defeat. Another failure.
But right when he was about to leave, he saw Mydei do something Phainon wasn't quite ready to witness.
Mydei’s hand traveled down and cupped his crotch, groaning as he did. Phainon’s jaw dropped, he felt his face flush and his own cock twitch with interest in his pants. What the fuck.
To his utmost horror, Mydei slipped a hand inside his underwear, and pulled his dick out, half hard and leaking just a little. What the fuck. What the fuck.
Phainon didn't know what to do. He’s seen it— he has just seen Mydei’s dick— tattooed, girthy, veiny— just like he wanted, this was all he came here for. It was even more than what he hoped for; he managed to see him hard and throbbing, so he should leave!
Mydei started slowly stroking himself, using his precum as lubricant to smoothen the length, letting out small moans as he did.
Phainon should leave.
Mydei’s pace quickened, and his moans got louder, more frequent. His face was flushed now, glistening beautifully under the moonlight filtering through the blinds into his dark room, with the bit of sweat gathering on his forehead.
Phainon needs to leave. Now.
But he doesn't. Instead, he works his own pants open, and pulls out his cock, stroking himself in tandem with Mydei’s strokes, making sure to keep his voice perfectly quiet. He was far too horny to realize just how scandalous what he was doing was.
“Phainon—” Mydei moans the name softly, voice strained, as he cums into his own hand.
What.
Phainon’s orgasm rips through him. He cums all over his hand in turn, devastated that he had to be completely quiet instead of screaming Mydei’s name like he wanted. The same way Mydei said Phainon's name when he climaxed.
Coming down from his high, Phainon’s brain started trying to compute all the information it had just gathered.
Mydei just jerked off to him. And said his name as he came. Not even ‘deliverer’— Phainon. His actual name.
Oh, Titans.
If it weren't for the fact that he was in Mydei’s balcony like a creep, watching the man in his privacy when he should be respecting it, Phainon would've barged into Mydei’s room and jumped on him.
He tucked his shame back in his pants and turned to jump off and leave.
“Deliverer.”
Phainon froze.
“I can see you. Don't pretend you can't hear me.”
What the fuck. How was he able to see him? Since when has he been aware of his presence? Was Phainon hallucinating? He must be going crazy.
“Deliverer…” Came Mydei’s voice again, a little exasperation to his tone. Phainon stayed frozen in place, his back to the balcony window, from when he was ready to flee just now.
Then he heard the blinds open behind him. “How long are you going to stand there like a fool?”
Phainon turned around very, very slowly, stiff in his movement. “H-Heyyyyy Mydei— fancy seeing you here.” He tried to joke, but his voice was breaking, his smile unconvincing, and his face fully flushed.
“This is my house.” Good point, Mydeimos. Phainon truly wished Aquila would strike him down and kill him where he stands.
“I saw everything, deliverer. Just come in.”
“You what?!” Phainon was mortified, getting a little too loud for such a late hour, he turned around to fully face Mydei in one swift move. “I have to kill myself.” He added, voice lower, closing his eyes as if he was resigning to his fate, then he turned back around to try and jump off the balcony.
“No.” Mydei said simply, grabbing hold of Phainon’s cape before he could get away. “And jumping off the second story would not kill you, deliverer. Is that not how you’ve been leaving here every night?”
Phainon— who had one leg over the railing and both hands holding onto it, and had been pulling himself forward to try and free himself from Mydei’s grip and jump off— stilled, then snapped his head back, almost giving himself whiplash with how fast he turned his head to look at Mydei. “You said what?” His voice came surprisingly calm, but there was so much distress on his features, forehead sweaty from the nerves. “Every night. You said every night. You've known about this since the first time…?”
Mydei, still wearing nothing but his underwear, holding onto Phainon’s cape firmly as he stood near the window frame, simply smiled, a look of triumph all over his face. “You do know how lighting works, do you not? As soon as I turned my light off, the moonlight became brighter, and I was the one who could see clearly behind the blinds.”
“Oh, Kephale.” Phainon mumbled, turning away from Mydei once again. “Let me go, Let me go! I need to die!” He began pulling his body forward again, but Mydei's grip was too firm.
“You're so dramatic.” Mydei said with a chuckle, then in one sudden and swift move, pulled at Phainon’s cape with enough power to make the man fall off the railing and stumble back, only to fall into Mydei’s arms.
“What the- !” Phainon complained, regaining his balance and pulling away from Mydei to turn his body around and face him. “Mydei—”
“Phainon.”
That shut him up. Phainon’s mind immediately circled back to a few minutes ago, when that very name fell from Mydei’s lips while he—
Wait a moment.
“You've been—”
“Hold on.” Phainon interrupted. “So you knew this whole time, and not only did you say nothing, you continued changing your clothes in front of me every night? And you decided to jerk off too?!” He refrained from mentioning the name drop. He feared he might've imagined it, he felt the memory was so fragile it might shatter if he spoke of it out loud.
Mydei just chuckled. “I didn't mind you watching me. I was just curious what it was for.” He explained with a hand on his hip. His very naked hip, on an almost naked body. Phainon tried really hard to keep eye contact. “And the- y’know- m-masturbating?” His shock from the revelation was wearing off, and he started to lose confidence again, voice weak and cheeks red.
“A test.”
“A test?”
“Yes,” Mydei crossed his arms, a smirk on his face. “I wasn't sure what you were here for, if it was just to observe for whatever reason, or for perverted motivations.” Phainon broke eye contact and looked to the side, embarrassed. Mydei continued; “So the only way I could think of that didn't involve confronting you, was to do that. If it was for sexual reasons, it would get a reaction out of you. And I was right.”
“Why did you want to avoid confronting me directly? Did you want to spare my feelings? Even though I was being creepy and improper toward you?” Phainon’s face was full of worry when he asked.
“Because I figured if I confronted you before I could ascertain your real motivation, you would simply dismiss me and never tell me the truth. And frankly—” Mydei walked closer to the man, swiftly slipping a finger under his choker and pulling him just a little closer. “I wanted it to be for sexual reasons.”
Phainon blushed harder, the redness reaching the tips of his ears. “Wha- What? Why?” His arms hung uselessly at his sides, unsure of where to go. He stared stupidly at Mydei, wide eyed, in disbelief.
Mydei rolled his eyes. “Must I spell it out for you?” There was a faint blush dusting his cheeks as well by this point. Phainon swallowed thickly, his brain finally starting to catch up and speculate about what the reason might be. But he needed to be certain. “Please do.”
Mydei didn't speak, instead he pulled at the man’s choker once more and brought him even closer, locking their lips in a kiss. Right there, on the balcony of Mydei’s room, looking over Okhema city.
Phainon stiffened at first, eyes wide, completely dumbfounded, but soon enough he relaxed his shoulders, melting into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Mydei’s neck. Mydei’s strong arms traveled lower and held Phainon's narrow waist, pulling him closer still, until they were chest to chest.
“Mydei, wait,” Phainon said as he broke the kiss with a hand on Mydei’s mouth. “Let's go inside.”
Phainon pulled himself out of Mydei’s hold, then pushed the man inside and closed the blinds. With his hands still on the handle, back turned to Mydei, Phainon stilled. “Deliverer?” Mydei's concerned voice spoke after a beat.
Phainon turned around in one swift motion, then approached Mydei with quick strides and put his hands on the man’s naked shoulders. “Mydei,” He inhaled, Mydei raised an eyebrow. “I'm going to say something so vulgar you may want to slap me— but because of the stuff you said earlier, and then you kissed me just now… I think it's probably fine—”
“Spit it out, deliverer.”
“I want to ride you until you can't form a human thought.” Phainon blurted out, prompted by Mydei’s command, and the words hung heavy in the air between them, both staring wide eyed at each other, their cheeks a deep shade of red. It's hard to get a reaction out of Mydei, but Phainon somehow always manages, and keeps surprising the man when he thinks he’s already seen it all.
Mydei's expression dropped after a little while, and he smiled, sharp and smug. “I'd like to see you try.”
Phainon loved a challenge. Even if said challenge involved him bouncing on Mydei’s dick. So he smirked. “I'll show you.”
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“Mydei, hnng-” Phainon felt like Mydei had been fingering him for hours. In reality, it had only been twenty minutes, but it was getting old. Phainon laying on his back on Mydei’s bed, legs spread, Mydei settled between them and straddling the man, holding himself up with an elbow on the side of Phainon’s head, while his other hand worked him open. Four fingers going in and out, slippery from the generous amount of oil on them, and making obscene squelching sounds with every movement. “Mydei! That's enough, ngh, I'm ready…” Phainon complained again, trying to pull at Mydei’s hair from the back of his head.
“I have to make sure you're ready. Be patient for me, okay?” Mydei soothed, caressing Phainon’s head with the hand nearest to it. Phainon nodded, eager to listen and be good for Mydei. As it turns out, he loved to do that.
After a few more minutes, Mydei leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Phainon’s temple. “I’m gonna pull my fingers out, now.” He whispered against Phainon's ear, earning a small whimper and a nod. “Okay.”
Mydei pulled his fingers out gently, and Phainon winced at the feeling. Mydei pecked Phainon's lips, then brought himself onto his knees, settled between Phainon’s spread legs, staring down and taking in every inch of his naked body. “So beautiful.“ He said after a while, caressing Phainon’s inner thighs with his calloused, yet gentle hands. Phainon blushed more somehow, but he smiled. “So are you.”
An understatement. Mydei was glorious. Perfectly sculpted muscles, a beautifully tattooed body—even his dick—and a pretty face unlike anything Phainon has seen. But deep down Phainon knew it wasn't just about the man’s beauty; anyone can be beautiful, but no one can be Mydei. His Mydei.
He wasn't going to say that, though. It was a little too early.
Mydei chuckled, blushing as well, then pulled Phainon closer by the waist, lining his cock with his entrance. “Ready?” He asked softly, one hand holding his own cock, the other rubbing gentle circles on Phainon’s hip. Phainon nodded, hands on the mattress, bracing himself.
“You're so pliant and passive. What happened to riding me until I can't form a human thought?” Mydei teased as he slowly eased in, drawing out a long moan from Phainon’s lips, as he arched his back off the bed, gripping the sheets tightly, tears gathering in his eyes. “I-I’ll still do it- I just need to- hnnn—”
“God, you're so tight.” Mydei breathed as he bottomed out, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling. “You just need to what?” He teased again, smiling deviously after opening his eyes to look at the man below him, already looking fucked out just from being penetrated.
“I need to get used to it.” Phainon whined, dragging out the last word. Mydei let out an amused sigh, and didn't press further. “Can I move?” He asked, brushing away the strands of hair sticking to Phainon’s forehead. Phainon nodded a few times, a little eager. “Yes, god, please.”
And that was all it took. Mydei started moving, bracing himself on his elbows above Phainon, his braid hitting Phainon's face softly with every slow, careful thrust, it made the blue eyed man giggle between moans.
“Mydei, faster please.” Phainon demanded after a while, the slow thrusts only edging him more than anything, after he got used to the feeling of being filled. “So polite, such a good boy.” Mydei teased, but he complied, picking up his pace and pounding faster. “Ah- Oh, Mydei— Nnghhh, god-” The praise was making Phainon lightheaded.
After a few more thrusts, Mydei’s view was flipped all of a sudden and he found himself on his back. Phainon, now settled on top of Mydei, his dick still sheathed inside of him, smiled. “Told you I just need to get used to it.” He said, and before Mydei could respond, he started moving his hips up and down the length. Slow at first, then faster, rougher, his ass slapping against Mydei’s abdomen with a filthy, wet sound each time. “Delive— Phainon- ah-” Mydei’s moans got louder, his grip on Phainon’s hips firm, as if trying to ground himself.
That name did terrible things to Phainon’s gut. He took his own cock in his hand and started stroking it, fast, shallow, desperate, while his hips never faltered. “Say that again— my name.”
“Phainon.” Mydei’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it was enough for them to hear. Amber eyes stared deeply into ocean blues, Mydei’s hands squeezed Phainon's hips tighter without obstructing his movement, and his own hips started bucking upwards in tandem with Phainon's.
“Hah- again.”
“Phainon.” Mydei’s voice was syrupy and sweet, his head getting dizzy from the arousal, unable to focus on anything other than Phainon.
“Ah- Mydei, I'm gonna-” And before Phainon could finish, he was cumming all over his hand and Mydei’s abdomen, a long, strained moan falling from his lips. Mydei’s eyes widened, watching the events unfold before him. “Wow.”
“Shut up.” Phainon’s voice was whiny, he continued to pump his cock to ride out the last of his orgasm, his hips slowing down a little.
What he didn't realize, was that the way he looked right now was driving Mydei over the edge. His hold on Phainon’s hips tightened again, and Mydei’s own hips were driving up Phainon’s hole more desperately. Phainon, who was coming down from his high, saw the strained look on Mydei’s face, and felt the man’s desperation, so he smiled and started moving faster again. He leaned forward and settled his palms on Mydei’s abdomen, not caring that it was filthy with his own spend, and settled into a punishing pace, snapping his hips up and down harshly.
“Cum for me, Mydei, I know you want to.” Phainon coaxed the man, and it earned him a low groan. Mydei’s movements grew shallow and erratic, desperately chasing his high. “Phainon—” It was the last thing he said before Phainon felt himself being filled with Mydei’s fluids as he spilled inside him. It made both men moan at the feeling.
They stayed in the same position for a little while. One of Mydei’s hands was now on his own forehead, his chest heaving while catching his breath, while Phainon’s head was tipped forward, also breathing hard.
“Someone likes saying my name while cumming.” Phainon said in a teasing tone, lifting his head up after a while and looking at Mydei with a smirk. Mydei blushed, his eyebrows furrowing, making sure to continue avoiding Phainon's gaze. “Don't flatter yourself.”
Phainon’s face brightened, he smiled wider. “So you do!” He chirped, then pulled himself off Mydei’s cock, at last, making the both of them wince. He threw himself at Mydei’s side on the bed, smiling wide. “I wondered if the one from earlier was part of your test, since you told me that's what it was.”
Mydei looked to his side, finally meeting Phainon’s eyes. “It wasn't.” He admitted, making them both blush. “It just came on its own, because I've wanted you for so long.” His face was sincere, voice a little shaky, as if he was scared whatever they had would vanish at any moment. “Oh, Mydei!” Phainon pulled Mydei into a tight embrace, burying his face in the man’s neck. “Me too! I'm so happy you feel the same!”
“Oh I think you've made that pretty obvious, you pervert.” Mydei teased, but there was no bite to his tone, and he hugged Phainon back, tight but gentle.
Phainon chuckled, pulling his face away to look at Mydei. “You like it.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Wait so, now that I think about it, when you asked if something kept me up the other day, you knew what you were doing!” Phainon said after getting out of Mydei’s shower, his waist and hair wrapped in towels. Mydei was on the bed, having showered first and changed the sheets. He looked up from his teleslate and smirked. “Maybe.”
Phainon rolled his eyes. “Ugh- I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” Mydei said, his smile never leaving his face, confident and charming.
“No I don’t.” Phainon sighed, smiling back despite himself. He changed into the pajamas Mydei lent him, then walked up to the bed and slipped under the covers, snuggling up to the man, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.
“By the way, I won.” He whispered against Mydei’s face, who turned to face him and cuddled closer to him. “What did you win?”
Phainon’s smile widened. “Our bet. I rode you so hard you stopped thinking, I could tell.”
Mydei blushed and rolled his eyes. “Oh whatever.” Phainon giggled, then hugged Mydei even closer, ready to drift to sleep.