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Valentine’s Day had unraveled in the most frustrating way possible for Phainon.
He had planned to leave work early. He had told himself all week that no matter what happened, he would wrap things up, shut his laptop, and walk out before sunset like a normal person with a normal relationship. Instead, the universe—or perhaps just his own responsibilities—decided otherwise. One meeting bled into another, a last-minute issue surfaced that only he could handle, messages stacked up, calls that should have been quick turned into never-ending discussions… Every time he glanced at the clock, the numbers had shifted further, and he didn’t like that at all.
By the time he finally processed how late it actually was, a cold weight settled in his stomach.
He was late.
On Valentine’s Day.
He was late on Valentine’s Day.
The thought alone made him swear under his breath as he reached for his phone. He didn’t hesitate; he typed immediately, thumbs moving faster than usual—countless apologies for being late, and reassuring Mydei that he didn’t forget about today.
The messages kept coming after that, not because Mydei demanded them, but because Phainon couldn’t stand the silence otherwise. He updated him when he finally left the building, when he got into the car, when traffic slowed unexpectedly, and when it cleared again. Each text was brief but urgent, threaded with guilt.
He imagined Mydei checking the time, maybe trying not to look disappointed. The idea alone made his jaw tighten. Being late felt like failing at something simple and important, and that bothered him more than he wanted to admit.
Across town, in their shared apartment, Mydei stood with his phone propped against the counter, the screen lighting up every few minutes with Phainon’s name.
Each buzz pulled a small, helpless smile from him.
He wiped his hands on a towel and picked up the phone again, scrolling through the steady stream of apologies and updates. There was something almost endearing about how consistent it was, how Phainon clearly couldn’t relax until he’d confirmed his exact location at every stage of the commute. Mydei could practically hear the tension in the clipped wording, the way the sentences felt typed quickly between breaths.
He typed back something simple, assuring him that it was all okay, and that he shouldn’t rush and stay safe. He meant it. He didn’t want Phainon speeding or stressing himself out more than he already was. The dinner would wait. He would wait.
Earlier that afternoon, however, waiting had been the least of his concerns when Castorice and Cipher dragged him to the mall.
Every storefront was screaming about love: heart balloons, two-for-one chocolate deals, giant teddy bears that probably cost someone’s entire paycheck. Couples kept brushing past them shoulder-to-shoulder, hands linked, all soft smiles and soft laughter, and the whole atmosphere made Mydei feel like he’d accidentally stepped into enemy territory.
He was sandwiched between the two girls, both of them hunched over their phones like they were conducting highly illegal research, thumbs moving at terrifying speed while he nursed an iced drink that had already gone watery.
“I’m telling you, all these articles are useless,” Cipher muttered, aggressively scrolling. “Look at this. ‘Write him a heartfelt letter.’ Girl, be serious.”
Castorice leaned closer. “‘Cook dinner together.’ ”
Mydei snorted. “Last time we cooked, Phainon almost set the kitchen on fire.”
Cipher didn’t even look up. “That’s true.”
He rubbed his face. “I literally just said I wanted to do something nice. Why is it so complicated?”
Castorice side-eyed him. “Because ‘nice’ is never the way to go, my dear Mydeimos.”
“Yeah, nice is like receiving socks on your birthday,” Cipher added and kept scrolling.
People passed by with shopping bags and heart-shaped boxes while café music played overhead, way too cheerful for how doomed he felt. Cipher’s thumb kept flicking, flicking, flicking, until she suddenly froze mid-scroll.
Her eyes went wide.
Castorice noticed immediately. “What did you find?”
Cipher slowly turned the phone around, giggling.
Mydei glanced at it.
Then he actually choked on his own spit.
“Are you insane?” he coughed, smacking his chest. “There’s no way. Absolutely not. Close that.”
On the screen was a picture of very much not subtle lingerie.
“For you,” Cipher said, dead serious.
He pointed at himself like there might be another Mydei hiding behind him. “Me. You mean me. As in this guy. You want me in that?”
Castorice’s smile turned evil in the most affectionate way possible. “Yes. Exactly you.”
Mydei scoffed. “I would literally pass away from embarrassment, and Phainon would go down with me too.”
Cipher rolled her eyes. “Babes, please. Have you seen yourself?”
“No.” The blonde just shook his head again, although a small blush was starting to creep up his face.
“Imagine this,” she continued, already ignoring him. “Valentine’s night and he walks in after work, and you’re just standing there looking at him.”
Castorice clasped her hands dramatically. “He’d short-circuit on the spot.”
“No, he’d fold,” Cipher said. “Immediately. The poor man would forget his own name.”
“I hate both of you. I actually hate you, this is bullying.” Mydei covered his burning face. He peeked through his fingers. “There is no universe where I’m walking into a store and buying that.”
Cipher stood up so abruptly her chair screeched. “Cool. Then we’ll walk you in.”
“What do you mean we’ll walk— hey, Cipher, don’t touch me—!”
It was too late. She grabbed his wrist and Castorice grabbed the other.
“Fuck my life,” he complained while stumbling after them. “I’m being kidnapped in public.”
“Relax,” Cipher said.
Castorice grinned. “Trust the process, Mydei!”
“I don’t trust either of you. You both look way too excited.”
They dragged him through the mall, straight toward the section with soft lighting and suspiciously fancy mannequins.
He recognized the storefront immediately.
He tried to stop walking.
They did not let him.
“Guys,” he hissed, digging his heels in, “be so serious right now.”
Cipher tightened her grip. “We are serious.”
“You’re about to traumatize me.” Mydei hissed.
“No,” Castorice said sweetly, steering him right toward the entrance, “we’re about to ruin your sweet boyfriend’s sanity.”
Mydei stared at the glowing sign above the lingerie store like it personally betrayed him. Somewhere deep down, beneath all the embarrassment and impending doom, his heart was beating way too fast at the thought of it actually working.
He hated that part the most.
The closer they got to the lingerie section, the softer the lighting became, like the store itself was trying to set the mood. The air even smelled different, all perfume and fabric softener, and Mydei immediately felt like he had stepped into a place he was certainly not meant to enter.
“This is insane,” he muttered.
“You’re so dramatic,” Cipher said, already scanning the racks.
“I’m being serious. Even the mannequins are looking at me weird…”
“They’re plastic,” Castorice replied.
“Yeah, and they still look at me weird.”
He lingered near the entrance like a nervous dad waiting outside a dressing room while the two of them marched deeper inside with way too much confidence. He had fully decided he would simply not participate, maybe pretend to scroll on his phone until they gave up.
That plan lasted about six seconds as Cipher stopped dead in her tracks.
“Oh my god,” she whispered.
Castorice followed her gaze. “No way. That’s actually perfect.”
Mydei didn’t even want to know, he already knew it was over. He sighed. “If you two say ‘this is the one,’ I’m leaving and never speaking to either of you ag—”
“This is the one,” Cipher said immediately.
He physically turned his head away on instinct. Unfortunately, Castorice grabbed his chin and tried to turn him back like he was a misbehaving cat.
“Look.”
“I don’t consent to seeing this.”
“Look,” she repeated, laughing.
Against his will, his eyes flicked over. It was a soft pink set, sheer and light and barely there, the kind of thing made of more air than fabric. The top was flowy and delicate, almost innocent-looking at first glance, until you noticed how little it actually covered.
His brain short-circuited.
He immediately looked at the ceiling like the lights were suddenly fascinating.
“Absolutely not,” he said, voice cracking. “That can’t be clothing.”
Cipher gasped. “It’s so cute though.”
“Stop being dramatic,” she said, already grabbing the hanger.
Before he could escape, both girls hooked their arms around his and dragged him fully into the store.
“Traitors,” he hissed. “I trusted you. I told you my secrets.”
“You’ll thank us later,” Castorice said.
“I will not.”
Heat crawled up his neck and into his cheeks, burning so bad he felt like everyone in the store could see it. He ducked his head, mumbling curses under his breath while they steered him straight toward that stupid pink set like it was destiny.
Up close, it somehow looked even worse. Or better. Which was worse. He stared at it for two seconds, then immediately looked away again.
“…so,” he muttered, gesturing vaguely, “how is this even supposed to work? Where is anything supposed to— like, where does anything go.”
Cipher blinked at him.
“In Phainon’s mouth, obviously,” she said, way too casually, “you’re just overthinking. ”
“I’m being serious,” he insisted, flustered.
She leaned closer and stage-whispered, “Pretty sure Phainon won’t care.”
Castorice snorted.
Cipher added, “Trust me, his tiny brain is not gonna be thinking about that.”
Mydei stared at her. Then he raised his hand like he was about to smack her arm.
“You’re being disgusting,” he groaned, face completely red now. “Why are you like this?”
“Because you need help,” she said sweetly, shoving the hanger into his chest. “Now go try it on before you chicken out.”
He looked down at the delicate pink fabric in his hands like it personally betrayed him.
In the end, he had still walked out of the store with it folded neatly in a discreet bag.
Now, hours later, the thin fabric rested against his skin beneath a simple apron. The babydoll top brushed lightly over his torso, barely there. The lace felt soft, almost innocent to the touch, which only made it more dangerous. Every shift of his hips, every step across the kitchen tile, reminded him exactly what he was wearing and why.
He adjusted the heat on the stove and tried not to overthink it when his phone buzzed again.
Phainon was five minutes out.
His stomach flipped in response, anticipation tightening low and steady in his chest. He told himself to calm down, that this was simply dinner, that he wasn’t about to combust just because his boyfriend was coming home.
Once the lock finally turned, the sound cut cleanly through the apartment.
Mydei’s breath caught before he could stop it.
And the moment the door clicked shut behind him, Phainon knew something was different.
The smell.
Butter melting into something savory, herbs and spice rising into the air in slow waves. It wrapped around him the second he stepped inside, and he stood there for a second longer than necessary.
Then he dropped his keys and bag onto the table by the entrance without even looking, and followed the scent down the hallway like it had a physical pull on him.
The faint sound of a pan sizzling reached him before he even turned the corner. He stepped into the kitchen and stopped, his breath catching so suddenly it almost hurt.
There, illuminated by the soft golden light above the stove, stood Mydei.
Blond hair tied up, exposing the elegant line of his neck, shoulders slightly tense in concentration. One hand steady on the pan, the other adjusting the heat with careful precision.
And he was wearing an apron.
Only an apron.
It hung low on his hips, tied snugly at the back, the fabric shifting lightly with every small movement. Beneath it, Phainon caught a glimpse of his bare thigh, decorated by the crimson tattoos he so deeply loved. Smooth skin. No fabric in sight.
His pupils dilated instantly and his heart twisted so tight in his chest it almost ached.
Mydei, who was cooking for him. Mydei, who was practically glowing in the middle of the kitchen.
Mydei, who was wearing almost nothing.
Phainon fell in love a thousand times over in the span of a heartbeat, and desire followed close behind it.
He moved before his brain even decided to.
Mydei’s shoulders stiffened slightly. He had heard him. And suddenly, he became hyper-aware of everything.
Of the thin lace against his skin. Of how sheer the fabric actually was. Of how the apron barely concealed the delicate pink babydoll top and the matching set underneath. Of how much skin was exposed if Phainon looked too closely.
Heat crept up his neck and into his cheeks.
Phainon reached him and slid his arms around Mydei’s waist from behind, pulling him flush against his chest in one smooth motion.
He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the back of Mydei’s neck, right where his pulse fluttered.
“Happy Valentine’s, baby.” he murmured. “I’m home.”
He said it a second time, then a third, then a fourth.
Each repetition was softer than the last, like he couldn’t quite believe this was real.
Mydei inhaled sharply. “You’re drooling all over me,” he muttered, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him. “Stop.”
Phainon only smiled against his skin and pressed another slow kiss just below his ear.
“Your glasses are cold,” Mydei complained when the metal frame brushed his heated skin. “And you’re distracting me. Let me cook in peace.”
“I don’t want to.”
His hands tightened at Mydei’s waist, fingers spreading over his hips as if mapping the shape of him. He kissed along the line of his neck again, slower this time.
“Phainon,” Mydei warned softly but it lacked conviction.
Phainon’s right hand began to wander, sliding from Mydei’s waist to the curve of his hip. His fingers dipped beneath the edge of the apron ties, intending to graze bare skin.
Instead, his fingertips caught on something delicate and thin.
Lace.
He stilled.
Very slowly, experimentally, he pressed his palm flatter against Mydei’s hip, feeling it properly this time. The unmistakable softness of sheer fabric stretched over warm skin.
His other hand followed, sliding beneath the apron as well, brushing lower just above his groin and confirming it.
Lace again.
His grip tightened involuntarily.
Desire hit him like a physical force immediately, flooding through his body so fast it made his head spin. The image of Mydei choosing this, putting it on, standing at the stove like this, for him—
His jaw clenched.
He pulled back just enough to look down, eyes dark behind his glasses.
“…What are you wearing?” He asked quietly, voice already sounding deeper.
Mydei’s entire face was flushed now, stubbornness barely keeping him upright. “Clothes, I guess,” he said flatly.
Phainon’s thumb traced the edge of the lace slowly, as if testing how far he could push.
“These are not clothes.”
“They are technically clothes,” Mydei shot back, though his voice wavered. “You’re just overreacting.”
Phainon let out a low, disbelieved laugh. His body reacted before he could stop it—heat pooled low in his stomach, tightening, and when he pressed closer again, his arousal was impossible to hide.
Mydei stiffened before he very clearly felt it.
He glanced down, then back up, then down again.
His face went red in a way that had nothing to do with the stove.
“You’re unbelievable,” Mydei muttered, trying to focus on the pan and failing miserably. “You’ve been home for five minutes and you’re already like this.”
Phainon kissed the side of his neck again, slower now, more intent. “You’re wearing lace under an apron.”
“And?”
“And you’re cooking for me.”
“That doesn’t explain—”
“You expect me to stay calm?”
Mydei shifted slightly, and the movement made the situation even more obvious. He huffed, scandalized and flustered all at once.
“You’re such a pervert,” he accused, voice dropping to a heated whisper.
Phainon’s hands tightened on his hips.
“If that makes me a pervert,” he murmured against Mydei’s ear, “what does that make you for wearing this?”
Mydei faltered.
His fingers tightened around the handle of the pan, though the food was long forgotten.
“You’re impossible,” he muttered.
Phainon kissed him again, his lips lingering at the base of his throat, his hands no longer pretending to behave as they explored the lace with growing confidence.
The stove clicked off with a soft twist of Mydei’s wrist.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then Mydei turned around, slowly.
The apron shifted with him, the thin fabric beneath catching the light just enough to hint at what it concealed. His cheeks were flushed a deep, unmistakable pink, and his breathing wasn’t steady anymore. It rose and fell too fast, like he’d been running instead of standing still.
He met Phainon’s gaze directly.
Phainon felt it like a physical impact.
The way Mydei looked at him was heated, charged, like the air between them had been stretched too tight for too long. The apron did nothing to hide the outline of lace beneath it, and knowing what was under there—feeling it earlier under his hands—made his throat go dry all over again.
He swallowed hard. His face warmed despite himself, a flush creeping up his neck as his eyes dropped briefly and then returned to Mydei’s.
“You’re staring,” Mydei murmured, voice low and slightly breathless.
“You’re—” Phainon started, then stopped, because there weren’t enough words in any language for this.
Mydei didn’t give him time to recover.
He stepped forward and grabbed the front of Phainon’s shirt, fisting the fabric without hesitation. In one decisive motion, he pulled him down into a kiss.
It was heated and immediate, and Phainon’s hands instinctively came up to Mydei’s waist, gripping tight as if anchoring himself.
Mydei kissed him like he had something to prove and Phainon answered just as fiercely.
He moved without thinking, guiding Mydei backward until the edge of the stove pressed lightly against him. The kitchen counter framed him in, apron brushing against metal, and Phainon stepped in closer, settling himself firmly between Mydei’s legs.
The contact pulled a quiet, involuntary sound from Mydei’s throat.
Phainon’s hands roamed with urgency, sliding from his waist to his hips, then upward along his sides beneath the apron. His palms skimmed over the thin lace again, tracing the delicate fabric slowly as if reacquainting himself with it.
Mydei’s breath hitched against his mouth.
His hands came up to loop around Phainon’s neck, fingers threading into his hair and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. The angle shifted, mouths parting slightly, the kiss turning slower but heavier, weighted with intent.
Phainon’s glasses pressed awkwardly between them, but neither cared enough to fix it. He kissed down to Mydei’s jaw, then back to his mouth, hands gripping tighter at his hips as though he needed to feel every inch of him.
“You planned this,” Phainon murmured against his lips, voice rough.
Mydei’s eyes were dark now, pupils blown wide. “Maybe.”
Phainon leaned in again, capturing his mouth with renewed intensity, hands sliding lower before dragging back up, mapping him through lace and skin alike.
Mydei tightened his hold around Phainon’s neck and pulled him in as close as physically possible, bodies flush, heat building steadily between them while the forgotten dinner cooled behind them.
Phainon broke the kiss first, but only barely.
His forehead rested against Mydei’s for half a second, both of them breathing harder than they had any right to from just standing in a kitchen. His hands were still gripping Mydei’s hips, fingers pressing into lace like he needed the reminder that this was real.
“This is your fault,” Phainon muttered, voice low and strained.
Mydei blinked at him, lips swollen from the kiss. “Excuse me?”
“You cook for me,” Phainon continued, words tumbling out rougher now, “you wear that under an apron, and you expect me to stand here doing nothing?”
There was something almost accusing in the way he said it, except his hands were still roaming, still pulling Mydei closer.
“I’m too needy to wait,” he added, blunt and honest, breathing warm against Mydei’s mouth. “Bedroom. Right now.”
A slow, pleased expression spread across Mydei’s face.
“Oh,” he said lightly, though his voice carried a smug undertone. “So this is my fault?”
Phainon kissed him again instead of answering, harder this time, like he was proving a point. His hands slid down to Mydei’s thighs, gripping firmly.
“Yes,” he murmured against his lips. “Entirely yours.”
Mydei let out a soft huff that might have been a laugh, might have been something else entirely. He didn’t resist when Phainon’s grip tightened, didn’t protest when he was lifted smoothly by his thighs and pulled up off the floor.
Instinctively, his legs wrapped around Phainon’s waist. The movement brought them even closer, bodies flush from chest to hip, and the friction drew a sharp inhale from both of them. Mydei’s hands stayed hooked around Phainon’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair as he leaned down to capture his mouth again.
They kissed as they moved, stumbling only slightly as Phainon carried him down the hallway. Every step felt urgent, fueled by heat and impatience. Phainon’s hands adjusted under Mydei’s thighs to keep him secure, grip firm and possessive, while Mydei tilted his head to deepen the kiss, teeth grazing lightly over Phainon’s lower lip.
“You’re so ridiculous,” Mydei murmured between kisses, breath uneven.
“You started it,” Phainon shot back, barely coherent.
They reached the bedroom in a blur of movement and muffled laughter. The door barely had time to swing open fully before Phainon stepped inside and kicked it shut behind him.
He didn’t slow down.
He crossed the room in a few quick strides and lowered Mydei just enough to toss him back onto the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, apron shifting, lace catching the dim bedroom light in a way that made Phainon pause for half a heartbeat.
Mydei looked up at him, flushed and breathing hard, hair slightly messy from being carried.
Phainon swallowed before he moved toward him again, intent written all over his face. He loomed over Mydei on the bed, his pants strained tight with the thick bulge of his cock pressing against the fabric. His face burned red, sweat beading on his forehead, and his glasses sat crooked, lenses fogged from the heat of their earlier kisses.
Mydei lay back against the pillows, heart pounding as he watched Phainon's chest heave with ragged breaths.
Phainon's hands trembled slightly as he gripped the hem of Mydei's apron, the thin tie still knotted loosely around his waist. He tugged it free slowly, letting the white fabric slide off Mydei's shoulders and pool on the bed beside them.
Underneath, the pink babydoll top clung to Mydei's muscular frame, sheer lace barely covering his nipples, which hardened instantly in the cooler air. The matching crotchless panties framed his pussy perfectly, the lace edges hugging his inner thighs and leaving his slick folds exposed, already glistening with wetness.
Mydei's breath hitched at the hunger in Phainon's eyes, fixed on the way he spread his pussy lips slightly as a way of begging for touch. He felt his own arousal throb, a fresh gush of slick coating his entrance. Phainon's cock twitched visibly in his pants, the outline jerking as if it ached to bury itself inside. Mydei smirked, confidence surging through him despite the vulnerability of being splayed out like this. He reached up, fingers curling around Phainon's tie, yanking him down hard.
Their mouths crashed together again, tongues sliding wet and urgent, Mydei's moan vibrating into Phainon's throat. Phainon broke the kiss just long enough to rip off his glasses, tossing them onto the nightstand with a clatter. Now unhindered, his gaze raked over Mydei before diving back in, lips bruising as they devoured each other.
Phainon's hand slid down Mydei's body, rough palm skimming over the babydoll's lace before dipping between his spread thighs. His fingers found Mydei's exposed clit immediately, swollen and sensitive, and he rubbed it in firm circles, the pressure sending jolts of pleasure straight to Mydei's core.
Mydei arched off the bed, a loud moan tearing from his lips into their kiss, muffled but desperate. Phainon's other fingers traced lower, parting Mydei's pussy lips at his turn, feeling the hot, wet heat that clenched around nothing.
"Fuck, you're so wet already," Phainon growled against Mydei's mouth, his voice rough and low, breath hot on his skin.
Mydei whimpered, hips bucking up into Phainon's hand, chasing the friction. The dirty words made his cheeks flush hotter, but they only fueled his need, his pussy clenching as Phainon's fingers slid through his slick folds, coating themselves in his juices.
"Mm," Mydei gasped, breaking the kiss to nip at Phainon's jaw. "Touch me more—fuck, Phainon, don't stop."
Phainon obliged, pressing two fingers against Mydei's entrance and pushing in deep, the stretch burning sweet as he curled them inside, hitting that spot that made Mydei's vision blur. He cried out, legs trembling as Phainon pumped his fingers in and out, the wet squelch of his pussy filling the room.
Their kisses turned rougher, teeth clashing, Phainon's tongue fucking into Mydei's mouth in time with his thrusts below. Mydei's hands clawed at Phainon's shirt, yanking at buttons to feel the hard planes of his chest.
"Look at you," Phainon murmured, pulling back to watch Mydei's face contort in pleasure. His thumb ground against Mydei's clit while his fingers scissored inside, stretching him open. "You’re so tight… relax for me, okay?"
Mydei's response was a broken moan, his body writhing under Phainon's weight. The lingerie rubbed against his skin with every movement, the lace teasing his nipples into peaks, but all he could focus on was the relentless pleasure building in his core.
Slick dripped down his thighs, soaking the sheets, and he clenched around Phainon's fingers, so close already. "Please," he begged, voice hoarse. "Harder, go faster. Y-You know I can take it."
Phainon chuckled darkly, withdrawing his fingers with a wet pop that made Mydei whine at the emptiness. He brought them to Mydei's lips, smearing the slick across them before shoving them inside. "Taste how wet you are for me first," he demanded, eyes locked on Mydei's as he sucked obediently, the tangy flavor of his own arousal flooding his mouth.
The desperation between them escalated, Phainon's free hand fumbling with his belt, the clink of metal echoing as he freed his throbbing cock. It sprang out, already hard and erect, pre-cum beading at the tip, and Mydei licked his lips around Phainon's fingers, staring at it hungrily. Phainon leaned in again, capturing Mydei's mouth in a filthy kiss, tasting himself on his tongue while his fingers brushed over his cunt in a teasing manner.
His breath came in harsh pants against Mydei's skin, his cock throbbing hot and heavy against Mydei's thigh, smearing pre-cum over the lace edge of those crotchless panties. The tease was killing Mydei, his pussy clenching around nothing, slick leaking out to soak the sheets further.
However, Phainon pulled back suddenly, eyes wild with hunger as he shoved his pants and boxers down in one frantic motion, kicking them off along with his shoes. His shirt followed, buttons popping in his haste, revealing the lean, muscled chest Mydei loved to claw at.
Now fully naked, Phainon's cock stood even more rigid, thick veins pulsing along its length, the head flushed dark and glistening. It bobbed as he moved, slapping against his stomach before he gripped the base, giving it a rough stroke that made him groan.
Mydei's gaze locked on it, mouth watering at the sight, his own arousal spiking harder. He reached out, fingers brushing the tip, but Phainon batted his hand away with a smirk.
“Not yet, baby. I wanna make you feel good first.” He descended on Mydei like a man starved, lips crashing against his collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Mydei's back arched, a gasp escaping as Phainon's mouth trailed lower, hot and wet over the sheer pink babydoll.
Phainon's tongue flicked out, tracing the lace edge where it cupped Mydei's nipple, teasing the hardened peak through the fabric before pulling it down and latching on his nipple to suck greedily.
The touch shot straight to Mydei's core, his pussy fluttering with need. “Fuck, Phainon,” Mydei moaned, hands fisting the sheets as Phainon's teeth grazed the sensitive bud, then soothed it with a swirl of his tongue. He kissed down Mydei's sternum, nipping at the soft skin of his abdomen, following the curve of his hips where the babydoll flared out like a teasing skirt.
Every inch of Mydei's body burned under the attention, the lingerie shifting with each press of Phainon's lips, the lace scratching deliciously against his flushed skin. Phainon hooked his fingers into the panties, not removing them but tugging them inside further, squeezing Mydei's slick folds.
The tiny squelch that resulted from that motion almost made him cum in his pants right there and then.
His breath ghosted over Mydei's inner thigh, making him shiver, before Phainon gripped both legs and spread them wide, knees bent and feet planted on the bed. Mydei's pussy was on full display now, lips puffy and parted, clit throbbing visibly above the drenched entrance, framed obscenely by the pink lace that dug into his thighs and his crimson tattoos.
“Titans, look at this,” Phainon rasped, voice thick with lust as he stared, one hand holding Mydei's thigh open while the other traced the lace border, dipping just close enough to brush his clit. Mydei whimpered, hips jerking up instinctively, chasing the touch.
The vulnerability hit him hard, spread out like this in his obscene Valentine's outfit, but it only made him wetter, slick dripping down to his asshole. Phainon's eyes darkened, and he leaned in, nose brushing Mydei's folds, inhaling deep.
Mydei's hands moved on instinct, threading into Phainon's soft snowy hair—those white strands like fresh powder, silky under his fingers. He tugged, pulling Phainon closer, a silent beg that made Phainon chuckle low before his tongue finally made contact.
Flat and broad, it licked up Mydei's slit in one long, slow drag, gathering the slick that coated him. Mydei cried out, back bowing off the bed as pleasure exploded through him, sharp and electric. Phainon's mouth was relentless, lips sealing around Mydei's pussy as he sucked, tongue plunging inside to fuck his clenching hole.
“Yeah, just like that,” Phainon murmured against the wet flesh, the vibrations making Mydei tremble. He pulled back just enough to speak, hot breath fanning over Mydei's clit. “You look so perfect like this, and taste so good.” His words were sweet and filthy, laced with that rough praise that had Mydei moaning louder, fingers tightening in Phainon's hair to grind against his face.
Phainon dove back in, tongue circling Mydei's clit with urgent flicks before sucking it between his lips, teeth grazing just enough to sting. Mydei's thighs quivered around his head, the lace of the panties scraping Phainon's cheeks as he devoured him. He ate Mydei out like it was his last meal, tongue thrusting deep into the slick hole, curling to hit that spongy spot inside while his thumb rubbed firm circles over the clit.
Wet slurps and smacks filled the room, mixing with Mydei's broken gasps and the creak of the bed. Slick smeared across Phainon's chin, dripping down as he lapped greedily, humming approval.
“Fuck, it’s like you taste even sweeter in these panties,” Phainon growled between licks, one hand sliding up to pinch Mydei's nipple through the babydoll, twisting just hard enough to make him yelp. Mydei could only whine in response, overwhelmed, his body a live wire under the assault.
Phainon's free hand gripped Mydei's ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he lifted him higher, tongue spearing deeper, faster. Mydei's hips bucked wildly, chasing the edge, but Phainon held him down, controlling the pace with ease.
“Come on, give it to me,” he demanded, voice muffled against Mydei's folds. “Cum for me, please cum for me…” the plea pushed Mydei closer, tension coiling tighter, his pussy fluttering as Phainon's tongue lashed his clit without mercy.
Mydei teetered on the brink, breaths coming in sobs, fingers yanking Phainon's snowy hair hard enough to sting. Phainon's cock leaked pre-cum onto the sheets below, untouched but throbbing with need, but he didn't stop, lost in the taste and feel of Mydei's pussy against his mouth.
His tongue flicked relentlessly over Mydei's swollen clit, the salty tang of his arousal flooding his mouth as he lapped deeper into the slick folds. Every suck and swirl built the tension, Mydei's thighs clamping around his ears like a vice, his breaths turning to ragged gasps.
Mydei's body arched suddenly, a sharp cry ripping from his throat as his pussy clenched and he squirted, hot jets of fluid splashing across Phainon's face and into his open mouth. Phainon gasped, the warm flood coating his cheeks and dripping down his chin, but he didn't pull away. He breathed hard through his nose, heart pounding, keeping his mouth sealed against the twitching entrance, savoring the way Mydei's inner walls pulsed against his lips.
The taste was intoxicating, making his head spin like he'd chugged a bottle of alcohol. His own cock jerked untouched, aching for friction, but he stayed put.
Mydei's fingers threaded into Phainon's hair, massaging slow circles through the damp strands, pulling him closer as the aftershocks rippled through his body. Phainon hummed against the soaked flesh, drunk on the scent clinging to his skin and the way Mydei's cum smeared across his lips and nose.
He nuzzled deeper, tongue darting out for one more lazy lick, feeling the heat radiate from Mydei's core. “Fuck,” Phainon mumbled, voice muffled and slurred, his words tumbling out in a haze. “I want to be inside you, Mydei. Please, let me make love to you.” His hands gripped Mydei's thighs, spreading them wider through the open panties, his submission pouring out in every desperate babble.
Mydei panted, chest heaving under the sheer fabric of his babydoll, his gaze locking onto Phainon's flushed face. “Then do it,” he commanded, voice rough and low, fingers tightening in Phainon's hair like reins.
Phainon surged up, heart slamming against his ribs, his slick cock bobbing heavily as he positioned himself between Mydei's legs. He kissed a wet trail up Mydei's stomach, tasting the faint salt of sweat mixed with his own saliva, then captured his mouth in a bruising kiss.
Mydei's tongue invaded and claimed his moith, as Phainon gripped his cock and aligned the fat head with his twitching entrance. The heat there was obscene, pulling him in like a magnet. He pushed forward, the tight ring of Mydei's hole stretching around his tip, and the sensation hit him like a punch—wet, velvety walls gripping him inch by inch.
A broken sob escaped Phainon as he slid fully inside, bottoming out in one thrust, his balls slapping against Mydei's ass. The pressure was too much, too quick; his cock pulsed wildly, and he came hard, ropes of thick cum flooding Mydei's sensitive pussy not even a second later. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mixing with the drying squirt on his face, as he cried out into the kiss, body shuddering.
“Shit, Mydei, I'm sorry—fuck, it feels so good,” he whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily, pumping more of his seed deep inside.
Mydei drank in every moan, sucking on Phainon's tongue like he was starving, his hands roaming down to grip Phainon's ass and pull him closer. The fullness of Phainon's cock, still hard despite the orgasm, stretched him perfectly, cum already leaking out around the base where the pink and delicate panties framed the messy union.
Mydei shifted his hips, rocking up and down in a teasing rhythm, riding Phainon's spent dick like it was his to command. Each slide dragged over his oversensitive walls, sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through him, making his pussy clench around the intrusion.
Phainon gasped into Mydei's mouth, the overstimulation burning through his nerves like fire, his cock twitching with every grind. “Too much—ah, fuck, Mydei, you're milking me dry,” he babbled, tears blurring his vision as he tried to thrust back, but Mydei controlled the pace, hips bucking up to take what he wanted.
Cum squelched obscenely between them, dripping down Mydei's ass and soaking the sheets, the wet sounds filling the room alongside their heavy breaths. Phainon's body trembled, caught in the delicious torment, his submission deepening with every roll of Mydei's pelvis.
Mydei broke the kiss, nipping at Phainon's jaw, his voice a growl. “I want,” He clenched deliberately around Phainon's cock, drawing a fresh sob from him. “Fuck—I want more.”
Phainon's sobs hitched in his throat, the request from Mydei igniting something feral beneath his submission. His hips snapped forward despite the burning overstimulation, thrusting his cock deep into Mydei's soaked pussy again, burying every inch until his balls pressed flush against the slick skin.
The wet squelch of cum-lubeb flesh echoed in the room, Mydei's inner walls gripping him like a fist, still fluttering from the earlier orgasm. Phainon groaned, tears streaking his face as he felt the heat envelop him completely, Mydei's body yielding just enough to take him whole.
Mydei's nails dug into Phainon's back, raking sharp lines down his spine as the fullness stretched him to the brim. The pain mixed with pleasure shot through Phainon, making his cock twitch inside his pussy, but he didn't stop. He pulled back slowly, savoring the drag of Mydei sucking around his shaft, then slammed in again, harder, the tip of his dick kissing the firm barrier of Mydei's cervix.
His back arched off the bed, a hiss escaping his lips as his nails bit deeper, drawing faint red welts across Phainon's skin. The babydoll top twisted around Mydei's torso, the sheer fabric damp with sweat, his body trembling under the relentless invasion.
“Fuck, you're so deep,” Mydei groaned, his hips angling upwards to meet each thrust. Phainon's mind reeled as he pounded in again, the head of his dick nudging that sensitive spot inside, grinding against his cervix with pressure. Cum from his first load sloshed around his length, leaking out with every withdrawal, soaking the open crotch of Mydei's panties and dripping down to stain the sheets.
Phainon's breath came in ragged pants, his tears blurring the sight of Mydei's flushed face, but he couldn't stop the words bubbling up, his submissive babble turning taunting in the heat of the moment. “Fuck, Mydei, I could knock you up like this,” he rasped, voice breaking as he thrust deep, the tip battering his cervix again. “You'd look so fucking hot with your belly round from me breeding you...” The words were blunt and dominant in tone, a playful edge to his puppy-like devotion as his hips rolled, grinding his cockhead against that unyielding depth.
Mydei moaned low and guttural, the sound vibrating through his chest, but his eyes flashed with that commanding fire. “Fuck off,” he snapped, even as his pussy clenched tight around Phainon's pounding cock, the walls rippling in a vise that milked every vein and ridge.
The contradiction fueled Phainon, his thrusts growing erratic, the overstimulation turning his nerves to fire. Phainon's hands gripped Mydei's hips through the panties, fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding him steady as he fucked harder, the slap of skin on skin drowning out their gasps.
Phainon leaned down, capturing Mydei's mouth in a messy kiss, tongues tangling as he drove in relentlessly. Mydei's claws scraped lower, nails scraping over Phainon's ass, urging him on even as he bit at Phainon's lip in warning. His cock swelled impossibly thicker inside the gripping heat, the pressure building again too fast, his body betraying him into another edge.
“Please, Mydei, ‘m gonna cum again,” Phainon whimpered against his lips, tears dripping onto Mydei's cheek, but he didn't slow. His thrusts turned punishing, short and deep, battering that cervix with each plunge. Mydei's pussy fluttered wildly, the clench turning rhythmic, pulling at him like it wanted every drop. Phainon broke the kiss with a cry, burying his face in Mydei's neck, inhaling the salty scent of his skin as his balls drew tight.
He came with a shattered sob, cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum erupted deep inside, flooding Mydei's pussy until it overflowed. His release gushed out around his shaft, warm and viscous, soaking the panties completely and trickling down Mydei's ass crack in sticky rivulets. Phainon kept thrusting through it, hips jerking as he pumped more seed in, the sensation dragging out his orgasm into agonizing waves.
“Take it all, fuck—take it all, Mydei…” he babbled, voice slurred with tears and ecstasy, his body shaking as he ground against the cervix, forcing the cum deeper.
Mydei's response was immediate, a raw moan tearing from his throat as his pussy spasmed hard around the invading cock. His hips bucked violently, riding the crest of overstimulation, nails gouging Phainon's back until faint beads of blood welled up.
Fluid squirted out in messy spurts, mixing with Phainon's load, the wet flood drenching their joined bodies and the sheets below. Mydei's body convulsed, the babydoll top clinging transparently to his sweat-slicked chest, his dominant control fracturing into pure, stretched pleasure. “So good,” he gasped, voice hoarse, clenching down to wring every last drop from Phainon.
Phainon collapsed on top of him, still buried deep, his cock twitching with aftershocks as cum continued to leak from Mydei's stuffed pussy. The raw stretch burned between them, both lost in the haze, breaths mingling hot and heavy. Mydei's fingers loosened their clawing grip, tracing lazy patterns over the marks he'd left, a smirk tugging at his lips despite the tremble in his limbs. Phainon's tears slowed, but his hips gave a weak twitch, chasing the lingering friction.
Phainon leaned down and kissed him again. Their lips moved together slowly, lazily, as if they had nowhere else to be and nothing else to chase. Mydei’s fingers slid up into Phainon’s hair, not pulling this time, just holding. Just keeping him there.
His hand rested at Mydei’s waist, thumb brushing back and forth in small patterns. The gesture was almost absentminded, but the tenderness in it made Mydei’s chest feel tight in a completely different way than before.
They were practically melting into the kiss, or rather melting into each other.
Phainon shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to Mydei’s cheek, then to the corner of his mouth, then lower along his jaw as if he couldn’t quite stop touching him. When he reached his ear, his voice dipped into something softer than usual, stripped of the sharp edges he carried so often.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured.
Mydei let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like a giggle, even if he tried to disguise it as a scoff. “You’re such a sap.”
Phainon ignored the accusation entirely. “You waited. You planned all that. You stood there in the kitchen pretending to cook like you weren’t trying to destroy me.”
“I was cooking,” Mydei protested weakly.
“You were baiting me,” Phainon corrected gently, lips brushing against his temple. “And it worked.”
Mydei’s cheeks warmed again, though this time there was no frantic embarrassment attached to it. Just softness. Just pride he wasn’t trying very hard to hide.
“You texted me every five minutes,” he said quietly. “You sounded so guilty.”
Phainon exhaled against his skin. “I hated being late.”
“I know.”
Phainon pulled back slightly then, eyes drifting down Mydei’s body. The delicate pink babydoll top was still clinging faintly to him, damp and rumpled and completely unnecessary at this point. It had survived far longer than Phainon expected, considering how impatient he’d been earlier.
He reached for it slowly, almost thoughtfully this time, fingers hooking beneath the thin straps.
Mydei raised an eyebrow. “Oh, now you take it off?”
Phainon gave him a look.
“Honestly,” Mydei continued, “I expected that to be gone five minutes in. Congratulations, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae. You have greatly surprised me once more.”
Phainon huffed a quiet laugh and slid the fabric up and over Mydei’s head, finally freeing him from it entirely. He let it fall somewhere off to the side without breaking eye contact.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Mydei replied with a smile.
Phainon leaned down and kissed him again to shut him up, firm and warm and unhurried. Mydei responded immediately, hands sliding up to cup the back of Phainon’s neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until it softened all over again.
When they finally parted, their foreheads rested together.
Phainon brushed his thumb along Mydei’s cheek, gaze gentler now. “Happy Valentine’s,” he whispered, quieter than he had earlier.
Mydei smiled faintly. “You’ve said that like six times.”
Then Phainon glanced toward the tangled sheets, the general state of both of them, the mix of fluids staining the sheets, and let out a quiet sigh. “We should probably clean up.”
Mydei nodded slowly, though he didn’t release him. “Yeah. Probably.”
Neither of them moved.
Instead, Mydei tilted his head and kissed him again, deeper this time, like he was testing whether Phainon actually intended to follow through on that suggestion. His fingers tightened slightly in Phainon’s hair, and the kiss stretched longer than necessary.
Phainon smiled against his mouth.
“You’re making this difficult,” he murmured.
“That’s the point,” Mydei replied softly before kissing him again.
For a few quiet seconds, neither of them spoke before Phainon brushed his thumb lightly along Mydei’s jaw.
“Talk to me,” he said quietly.
Mydei blinked up at him, still soft around the edges. “About what?”
“Anything.”
Mydei shifted slightly beneath him, stretching like a cat that had just decided the world was safe again. “I feel like I just ran a marathon,” he murmured.
Phainon’s mouth curved faintly. “You didn’t.”
“Feels like it.”
He reached up lazily and traced a finger along Phainon’s collarbone, following the line of it and the golden stroke right under it.
Phainon pressed a lingering kiss to his shoulder before finally sitting up fully. The movement let cooler air brush over both of them, and Mydei instinctively reached for the blanket, tugging it halfway over himself.
“I’ll be right back,” Phainon said.
He stood and crossed the short distance to the bathroom without hurry, running warm water and grabbing a clean towel. He took his time, wringing it out carefully so it wouldn’t drip everywhere, then returned to the bed and sat beside Mydei.
There was nothing awkward in the way he began to clean him up. He moved gently and attentively, making sure Mydei didn’t have to lift a finger unless he wanted to. Mydei watched him with an expression that was softer than any teasing grin he’d worn earlier.
“You don’t have to do all that,” he said lightly.
“I know,” Phainon replied.
That was it. No explanation needed.
When he finished, he set the towel aside and reached to take off the now-dirty panties uncomfortably clinging to Mydei’s groin. He hummed in satisfaction as Phainon slid it off and threw it on the ground.
And this time, when he lay down, he didn’t hover.
He pulled Mydei sideways against him, adjusting until their legs tangled naturally and Mydei’s head rested just below his chin. One arm wrapped securely around his waist while the other came up to stroke slow lines along his back.
Mydei exhaled deeply, the sound less about exhaustion and more about contentment. He nudged closer without thinking, fitting himself into the space Phainon made for him like he’d done it a hundred times before.
For a while, the only sound in the room was the soft rustle of sheets and the faint hum of the heater turning on in the apartment.
“You made me feel good,” Mydei murmured eventually, voice low against Phainon’s chest.
Phainon’s fingers paused briefly, then resumed their slow movement. “I’m glad.”
“Mm.” The blonde hummed.
A small silence followed.
“Honestly,” Phainon let out a quiet breath. “I was scared to disappoint you.”
Mydei, confused as to why Phainon would ever think of that, tilted his head slightly, enough to look up at him. “You didn’t.”
Phainon studied him, as if trying to measure the truth of that.
“Don’t think like that,” Mydei added softly. “I don’t want you to think like that.”
The words settled somewhere deep.
Phainon leaned down and pressed a slow kiss into his hair, lingering there. “You’re too good to me,” he murmured.
Mydei made a dismissive sound. “Don’t start.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know. That’s the problem.”
Phainon shifted slightly so he could reach the nightstand without fully letting go. He grabbed the glass of water he’d brought earlier and nudged it toward Mydei’s hand. “Drink more.”
Mydei rolled his eyes but obeyed, taking a few slow sips before setting it back down.
When he settled again, he didn’t speak right away. He just traced small shapes over Phainon’s chest, absentminded and relaxed.
The earlier tension was gone from his shoulders. From his jaw. From the way he held himself.
Phainon noticed.
He always noticed.
“You’re quiet,” Phainon said gently.
“Just thinking.”
“About?”
Mydei hesitated, then shrugged slightly. “You.”
Phainon huffed under his breath. “Me?”
“Yeah, you.”
“But I’m right here?”
Mydei smiled faintly against his chest. “I know.”
Phainon tightened his arm around him in response, not possessive, just secure.
Minutes passed like that, slow and uncounted. Eventually, Mydei’s breathing grew heavier, not from exertion but from drifting. His fingers slowed their idle tracing and his body relaxed fully into Phainon’s hold.
Phainon continued the gentle pattern along his back until he was sure Mydei was completely settled.
Only then did he close his own eyes, pressing one final kiss to the top of Mydei’s head before letting himself sink into the quiet too.