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In Phainon's defense, there was no way he could've known his truck’s AC was going to choose today of all days to shit out on them.
Sure, maybe it was his idea to spend the summer at his parents’ ranch, and maybe it was his idea to take the truck instead of a plane so they could do some sight-seeing along the way, and maybe it was his constant pestering that finally got Mydei to cave and agree to it… But it wasn’t his fault that the AC stopped working eight hours into their seventy hour trip.
Hopes were high and spirits were higher when they woke up that morning. The sun was out, the birds were chirping, and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky as far as the eye could see. Mydei packed, Phainon loaded, and they set out just before dawn so they could watch the sunrise from over the hills. Phainon busted out his collection of decades old CDs and bumped the junky radio up as loud as it'd go, singing his heart out to every passing car while Mydei buried his face in his hands.
They drove straight through the morning so they could set up a picnic blanket and have lunch next to the lake on their favorite hiking trail outside of the city, the last stop they planned on making before a day-long stint in the car to their next destination. Phainon stuck an arm out of the window and hummed along to the melody while Mydei nodded off in the passenger seat in preparation to take the night shift.
What started as a warm, sunny morning quickly turned into a scorching hot, muggy afternoon, and all the windows came up so they could blast the AC to keep cool. Everything was going exactly according to plan… Until halfway down the highway, when Phainon watched all his hopes and dreams for an idyllic countryside roadtrip go down the shitter right alongside the functionality of the air conditioner.
Phainon had spent so long living it up in the big city that he forgot just how hot it could get out in the country. The sun beat down mercilessly on endless stretches of wheat fields and dirt roads without a lick of shade to escape the blistering heat for even a second. He’s sweating so bad he could feel it in his asscrack, coasting down the road with all the windows rolled down while his jeans and button up stick to his skin.
In an effort to mitigate some of the suffocating heat in the truck, Mydei had taken to dangling himself out of the window, knees planted in the seat, back arched like a cat with his arms stretched out to catch the wind. He'd exercised way more foresight than Phainon that morning and chose to dress down for the weather; Tight muscle tee, frayed jean shorts and running shoes; Clothes that showed off just about every perfectly chiseled, perfectly sweaty muscle on his body. Phainon didn’t have any complaints there.
The kind of self-discipline it took to not grab Mydei's ass and go to town could rival that of the great warriors of Kremnos’ past. As tempting a prospect as it was, Phainon had the sneaking suspicion that if he took his foot off the gas for even a second to try and get some, Mydei was going to chop him up into a million pieces and scatter his remains on the side of the road.
“How are you holding up, Papa bear?” Phainon asks, gingerly sneaking a hand over to the inside of Mydei's thigh in an attempt to soothe him.
Mydei whips his head around with a sour scowl and swats Phainon away. “Don't touch me right now. I'm mad at you.”
“What!? Baby, whyyy!?” Phainon cries, retracting his hand into his chest like he'd been burned.
“You know why.”
“Baby, please!” Phainon’s hand slips beneath Mydei’s wet tee to rub his back, the thick layer of sweat caked on his skin sticking to Phainon’s palm. “I didn’t know–!”
“You didn’t need to!” Mydei snaps, shooting daggers over his shoulder. “I told you to let me service this piece of shit-metal-fuck tin can before we left, but you insisted it’d be fine,” Mydei harshly reminds him. Admittedly, that was something he did… But not without reason!
“Because I didn't want you under the truck!” Phainon desperately pleads his case to the judge, jury and executioner sitting beside him. Was it really such a crime for a man to not want his pregnant fiance to be doing any manual labor!?
“Yeah, and now I'm in the truck. Sweating fucking balls. And it's all your fault.” As if Phainon couldn't already tell how aggravated he is with the situation, Mydei lifts his leg and kicks the dashboard.
“Don't kick Viggy!”
“Fuck Viggy.”
Phainon let out a startled gasp, drawing his hand back into his chest. “Hey! You can be mad at me, but you leave her out of this!”
“She's a piece of shit truck.”
“She's my piece of shit truck.”
“She's scrap metal!”
“She's family!”
Phainon's truck, affectionately dubbed ‘Vigethos’ (Viggy for short) had been with him practically his entire life. She’d seen it all; the good, the bad, the pretty, the ugly. She drove Phainon to the homecoming game where he first met Mydei as a cheerleader for the opposing team, and then came with him from Aedes Elysiae to Okhema for four years of college, where he met Mydei again as the star quarterback of their D1 football team. She brought Phainon to Mydei's dorm after their first big fight, and then to the lake outside of town where they kissed and made up and promised to just talk to each other next time. Holidays, weekend getaways, road trips… Viggy had watched these two dumb teenagers meet, kiss, fuck, grow up, fall in love and get pregnant with their first baby.
It wasn't just about the truck, it was about all the memories she held.
“I bet if I killed you and stuffed your body in the trunk you wouldn't be so quick to sing her praises.”
“Yes, dear.” He surrenders with a miserable sigh.
Somewhere along the way, Mydei must’ve forgotten that they were in the exact same position right now; hot, sticky, reeking of a boy’s locker room and roasting alive in Phainon’s metal shit box. With the caveat that he wasn’t pregnant, of course, but… Still… that was only one difference, right?
Phainon turns to catch a glimpse as Mydei sticks his head out of the window. His strawberry blond hair billows against the wind, those pretty, long lashes fluttering like grass on the prairie. Any second now, Mydei would grow wings from his back and a halo over the crown of his head… And if Phainon didn’t get his eyes back on the road soon, that’d probably make two of them.
“What are you looking at?” Mydei asks, turning his face up towards the sun while looking at Phainon out of the corner of his eye.
To think… Mydei could’ve chosen anyone on the home team to taunt at that game all those years ago, and he chose Phainon every single time. Little did he know, while Mydei was standing on the bleachers and making a mockery of him every time he flubbed a pass, Phainon was falling deep, deeply in love.
“Oh… Nothing.”
There was no way he could ever take any of Mydei’s biting remarks personally, because that was just how they rolled since the very first day they met. What could he say? He was a country boy at heart, and he needed a feisty little thing to spice up his life. Of course, he had no idea at the time that his feisty little thing would turn out to be a tall, buff hunk of a man one day, but God was he glad for it. He couldn’t have made a better choice, because a better choice than Mydei just didn’t exist.
Besides, if Mydei was really as upset with him as he claimed, then he wouldn’t be letting Phainon grope his ass right now.
Minutes pass uneventfully and without relief. Phainon pops a few buttons on his shirt. Mydei pulls himself back through the window and starts puffing up his tee to get the air flowing beneath it. The sheen on his chest that gives him this ethereal, otherworldly glow, like the sun itself curved its light just to shine down on him.
“This baby is coming out char broiled,” Mydei says, spreading his legs and planting his feet on the dashboard. Phainon doesn't have it in him to comment about how dangerous that was, all things considered (all of the things being his nuts, which were within punching distance of Mydei's fist).
“I'm sure there's a shop somewhere up the road,” Phainon mutters.
Mydei looks over at him with stupefied confoundment. “Or you could just, you know, pop the hood and let me look at it now? It's probably just a refrigerant leak.”
Phainon vocalizes a grunt and waves the idea away with his hand. “I don't want you doing all that.”
Mydei rolls his eyes. “Okay, fine. Why don’t I just kick it a few times and see if that helps?”
Phainon gives Mydei a cautionary glance. “Mydei, I'm telling you now, don't go kicking my truck again.”
“Oh yeah?” Mydei tilts his head in with a smug grin on his lips and indifference in his eyes. Phainon knew that look well. That was Mydei’s game face. He didn’t even need to say anything, because that face came locked and loaded with the question: ‘And what are you going to do about it, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae?’
“Mydei.”
Mydei’s foot hurtles towards the dashboard, but he stops just short of impact and looks over at Phainon just to gauge his reaction.
“Oh my God. Could you be any more of a brat?” Rhetorical question. They both know he could.
Mydei deadpans and lifts his leg again.
“I'm warning you–”
Slam. Mydei kicks the dashboard.
Something flares up in Phainon's gut, but it's not anger. Far, far from it. “Fine. You wanna’ be like that?” Phainon slaps his hand down on the door and presses five of the few last functioning buttons in his truck– the four that rolled all the windows up, and the one that child locked Mydei's side only.
Mydei’s eyes fly open in shock and he sits straight up in his seat, furiously jiggling the button on his door as if it’d do anything. The look on his face when he realises the maneuver Phainon had pulled is priceless.
“Phainon, are you serious right now? Unlock my fucking window!” Mydei demands without an ounce of shame.
“Apologize first,” Phainon retorts, putting his foot down. Metaphorically, of course. He was already doing about thirty over the speed limit.
“You're going to cook your pregnant husband alive to prove a point?”
“You heard me,” Phainon all but confirms. “Say you're sorry and I’ll let you roll the window down again.”
Phainon peeks back over, and Mydei is grinding his teeth behind the scowl on his face.
“Fine,” he grits. I'm sorry.”
Phainon blinks.
“...Wow. Thank you,” Phainon says, a sense of pride swelling up in his chest. He didn't think Mydei would actually cave that quickly. He was kind of enjoying that little power trip, but a deal’s a d–
“Sorry that you're genetically predisposed to being stupid,” Mydei spat, looking down at his stomach.
Phainon’s jaw hits the floor, and he looks towards Mydei aghast. If that was how Mydei wanted to play, then so be it. No one could say Phainon didn’t warn him.
“Fine? You wanna be like that–!?” Phainon snaps, reaching over the console with curled fingers. Mydei screams, and Phainon launches a merciless tickle attack against his terribly sensitive lover.
Mydei flails in his seat and lets out a terrified bleat. “Stop it! Stop it, Phainon! Y-You asshole!” He laughs uncontrollably, swatting at Phainon's arm and cowering into himself to try and get away from it, but Phainon chases him down every which way he turns. He doesn't stop until Mydei is red in the face and gasping for air, tears streaking down his pretty cheeks.
Mydei raises his hand up to his face, wiping his tears away while he panted and got the last of the chuckles out of his system. “I-I hate you– uhhhgh. You’re seriously… The worst–”
Before he could finish that thought, Phainon rips a startled wail from his throat when he plunges his hand into Mydei’s shorts. Mydei jolts, one hand smacking against the window and the other against Phainon’s thigh as he jerks up into Phainon’s fingers.
Phainon hums to himself victoriously, a husky groan rumbling up from his lover’s throat as he rubs his clit between two fingers. “What was that? What were you saying?”
“Y-You're terrible,” Mydei breathes out. For as terrible as Phainon was, Mydei sure seems to be enjoying himself, head rolled back, brows unknit, fingers clasping tight against his thigh as his fist curls closer to Phainon's bulge.
“I could always stop–”
Mydei grabs Phainon’s wrist so tightly it makes him wince. “Don’t even think about it.”
“A-Alright, alright,” he yields, shaking his wrist free and swirling his fingers around Mydei's clit at the same time. Those sugary sweet moans poured from his lips like molasses, and if Phainon wasn’t still driving, he’d lick every last drop right off his tongue.
Phainon teases Mydei's hole with his finger, prompting Mydei to pop open the button holding his tight booty shorts together with a quivering hand and pull them down to his knees, giving Phainon free range between his legs.
“No underwear either… Man after my own heart,” Phainon sings. Mydei breathlessly begs, gyrating his hips impatiently and leaving a slick trail up Phainon’s wrist. Phainon heeded that sacred call and slipped two fingers into Mydei’s cunt while he kept his thumb pressed up against Mydei’s engorged clit.
Mydei starts taking up a dangerous amount of his attention. His head slumps against Phainon’s shoulder as he sinks further and further into his seat, legs sprawled across the dashboard. Each tantalizing groan tempts Phainon closer and closer to slamming the breaks and pouncing on him.
“Does it really feel that good, Papa bear?” Phainon chuckles. He finds himself sucking in a shaky breath as the heel of Mydei’s palm presses into his bulge.
“Y-Yeah. Ohh… Fuck,” Mydei's teeth grit as he grinds his hips against Phainon's fingers.
“And are you gonna’ cum for Daddy?”
Mydei nods fervently, moaning into Phainon’s sleeve. Phainon could feel the tension rising up in Mydei’s gut. He wore his pleasure on his sleeve, trembling like a newborn kitten and clutching onto Phainon’s jeans like he’d float away if he didn’t. His heavy breaths turned short and staggered, firm, rock hard thighs trembling while his cunt twitched and strained around Phainon’s fingers.
Phainon removes his fingers from Mydei’s heat and focuses his attention to his clit, thumbing over the tip and rubbing it in circles until Phainon could see the tension inside of him release all at once. Mydei threw his head back, body convulsing as he let out one long, steady groan that fell on Phainon’s ears like liquid gold. Mydei’s pussy throbbed beneath Phainon’s fingers as he came, and Phainon made sure to milk it for all it was worth. It isn’t until Mydei closes his legs on his hand and whines that Phainon finally relents and lets him collapse into a heap at his side.
“There you go, baby. I bet that felt good, didn't it?”
Phainon removes his sticky hand from Mydei's cunt and puts it back on the wheel so he can roll the windows down again. Who’s stupid idea was it to close those anyways?
Mydei springs back to life just long enough to forget all about Phainon and rest his head on the door and let the wind hit his face while the last aftershocks of his orgasm ebbed. Those hazy, amber eyes looked out to the fields listlessly, lips parted in a silent pant with a rosy hue spread across his cheeks. The post orgasmic glow was enough to make any man swoon, but on a face like his… Phainon let out a hum before peeling his eyes away to turn his attention back to the road.
Phainon wipes the sweat off his brow with his clean hand and pops another button on his shirt. It was so, suffocatingly hot in that truck, and as if that weren’t already enough, he was still trapped in that denim sarcophagus between his legs. Phainon shifts restlessly. The seat beneath him became itchy and uncomfortable, and all that pressure was starting to strangle his cock and balls.
The answer to all his unspoken prayers comes in the form of a pair of arms coiling around him and a hot tongue on his neck, taking the breath right out of his lungs. Phainon gulps as a hand not so gingerly rubs over the top of his bulge. Mydei is sitting up on his knees now, staring at him with an intensity in his eyes that could swallow up the sun.
“Phainon.”
Phainon swallows hard. “Yes, baby?”
“Pull over.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Pull over.”
“Why?”
Mydei’s breath is hot on his face, lips pressing just below his ear.
“Because I’m about to ride your cock like the morning commute.”
Phainon didn’t need to be told a third time. Mydei is already pawing at his belt while Phainon swerves like he saw a deer up the road. Every kind of belt in that truck came off in the ensuing scuffle. Buttons popped loose, shirts came off and pants hit the floor while Mydei climbed up into Phainon's lap, their lips never once parting through it all.
Mydei reaches down, and Phainon suddenly flattens out as his seat gracelessly flies backwards. Mydei straddles his waist, his skin flushed and radiant. Phainon didn’t know if the glow came from the sweat on his skin or the pregnancy hormones, but it didn’t matter either way. All that matters to him now is that Mydei is sitting on his cock and his exposed belly is bulging ever so slightly with the baby that Phainon put in it.
“H-Hey, Papa bear.”
“Hey Daddy.” Mydei leaned over, caressing Phainon's face with a bewitching smile before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
Phainon could’ve spent years looking up at him like that, held in place by the arms of a man he revered more so as a God than anything else… But he doesn’t mind it even one bit when Mydei spares a hand to reach between their legs and grab a gentle hold of his cock.
Phainon’s hands find purchase on Mydei’s thighs, tracing the hard lines of each muscle with his fingertips. Phainon had committed this feeling to memory a long time ago, enough so that he could tell Mydei had grown ever so softer in the legs. He was still ripped beyond belief and could undoubtedly pop Phainon’s head like a balloon if he sat on his face, but some of that muscle had given way to softer tissue more recently. His stud of a fiance was growing some padding for the baby. Oh, the man he is… And here Phainon had thought he was already perfection incarnate.
“Oh, I forgot to mention… I'm only going to do this if you let me pop the hood.”
Ah. It seems Phainon's sweet illusion was just that and nothing more after all. Mydei was no angel in disguise... He was a brat. And Phainon was a sucker.
“Mydei, I would let you put me in a trash compactor right now if it meant you'd drain my balls.”
“Okay, I didn't say all that, you big baby.”
Phainon whines impatiently, urging Mydei down until he could feel those rosy pink lips kiss up against his cock. Mydei is so wet and so warm it makes him dizzy. Or maybe that was heatstroke. Either way, still Mydei’s fault.
Mydei, the tease, rolls his hips forward, and Phainon chokes, his eyes rolling back as Mydei grinds on his neglected cock.
“Ohh, fuck baby. You're so good to me,” Phainon warbles, hands passing over Mydei’s hips as if he were scouring his body for the relief he so desperately craved.
“And to think you had the audacity to roll my window up. I ought to just leave you like this,” Mydei says, raising his hips. Phainon can't feel him anymore, his cock left hard and heavy and leaking between his legs.
Phainon's head shot straight up and he let out a pitiful sob. “W-Wait– Baby, please don't–!” Desperately, Phainon jerks his hips up to try and recapture some of that delicious warmth, but Mydei effortlessly skirts the maneuver and throws it back in his face, roughly grabbing onto Phainon’s throat and forcing his head back down.
A shock of pleasure rips through Phainon’s body like lightning, and he goes totally dead-limp.
“You really want to fuck me that bad…?” Mydei asks, narrowing his eyes as his fingers tighten around Phainon's jaw. Phainon’s arms and legs feel like jello, slipping uselessly to the seat below. All he can do is look up at Mydei with his jaw hanging loose and his eyes blown wide in shock. “Then apologize.”
Mydei releases Phainon's jaw, and Phainon can do little more than blink as his consciousness returns and swallow the drool in his mouth. Holy shit. What just happened to him…?
“I-I'm… I'm sorry,” he quietly whispers.
“You're what?”
“Sorry,” he repeats, louder this time.
“Oh? What for?” Mydei presses, tilting his head in eager suspense.
Phainon feels his cock twitch. “I-I'm sorry for rolling your window up.”
Mydei lowers his hips back down, and Phainon damn near trills when all that delicious pressure bears down on his erection.
“Is that all?” Mydei asks with an insistence that tells Phainon it absolutely shouldn’t have been.
“A-And I'm… S-Sorry for not letting you check the truck before we left.” Phainon gasps as a hand wraps around his cock, agonizingly spurring him on. “And I'm sorry that I– f-fuck– Talked you into the roadtrip–” Phainon can feel the heat of Mydei's cunt against the tip of his cock and he sees stars. He didn’t even know what he was saying anymore, belting out anything he thinks Mydei would want to hear. “A-And I'm sorry that I forgot to double check that your food didn't have any pistachios in it when I picked up dinner last month because I know you aren't the biggest fan of pistachios and I asked them not to put any in it but I– ohh– Fuck!” Phainon's eyes roll into the back of his head and he lets out a freakishly highpitched cry as Mydei takes his cock down to the hilt in one fluid motion.
“Alright. I think I've heard enough,” Mydei decides, covering Phainon's hand with his mouth. “Good boy.”
Phainon feels lightheaded. Mydei starts to move, and it's like all the stars in the sky explode behind his eyes. Phainon’s eyelids twitch, his heart hammering in his chest as Mydei gently works himself up and down on his cock. Phainon is leaking spit on his fingers, but Mydei doesn’t seem to mind it one bit, muffling all the cries bubbling up from his chest. When Mydei does finally take his hand back, it is to move it to his chest to balance himself as he lifts his knees to take Phainon in deeper.
“Oh my God. What have you done to me…?” Phainon asks, gripping onto Mydei's hips for dear life.
“I think they call it… behavioral training,” Mydei remarks with the utmost sincerity in his inflection.
The wet slap that comes from Mydei's ass every time it hits Phainon's pelvis drives him to the brink of insanity. How could he allow one man to accrue this much power over him? Mydei’s head rolls back, and Phainon watches his Adam’s apple bob as he gulps down what could only be saliva, and Phainon finds himself subconsciously sticking his tongue out. Okay, maybe he understood how that could’ve happened…
Mydei pops an eyebrow and looks down at him before the realization washes over him. He smirks and wordlessly leans over Phainon’s face, gently caressing his chin before spitting into his mouth. Phainon swallows it down like the sweetest of honey brews, and it has just about the same effect on him.
“Fuck, Mydei. You have no fucking idea what you do to me,” Phainon groans. His knuckles turn white against Mydei's waist, wave after wave of nothing but pure ecstasy hammering against his tightly wound pelvis.
“Then tell me,” Mydei softly whispers, voice gruff and low and all the things Phainon loves about him so.
“You make me– hahh… T-Totally crazy, baby. Everything you do. Ooh…! Y-You're just… So…” Phainon's voice fails him when he needs it most. Was Mydei going faster now? Oh, he was definitely going faster now. Phainon could hear it, less time between each delicious slap, louder grunts as Mydei worked his cock like it was his day job. “Can’t even fuckin’ think with you up there. G-God I love you. If y-you asked for the moon I’d give you the whole damn sky, baby.”
“Mmmh… Really? I’m not convinced,” Mydei drawls, ripping a whine from Phainon’s lips. “You know what– mmm… What you could do to convince me?”
“Anything,” Phainon vows, throat hoarse and voice wanton. “I'd do anything.”
Mydei's eyes soften. He let out a feathery light, satisfied hum, starkly contrasting with the brutal pace with which he rode Phainon’s cock while his cunt squeezed down around him, letting that proposition simmer in the air.
“I think… If you came in me, then I might be convinced.”
Phainon sighed in relief and let out a breathy chuckle. “Ohohh… I can definitely do that,” he mutters breathlessly.
“Yeah?” Mydei challenges his resolve. “Are you close?”
If that coil tying his guts together was anything to go by… “Yeah.”
“What's stopping you then?”
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Phainon couldn't hold it back anymore, each gravelly moan and ecstatic whimper a testament to his unwavering adoration for the man on top of him. Blood thundered through his ears so hard he wasn't even sure what was coming out of his mouth anymore, just that it put a grin on Mydei’s lips as his brows knit together in intense concentration. It was that very grin that Phainon had fallen in love with all those years ago but better. Better, because it was his. Every tooth in that mouth and taunt from those lips belonged to him and no one else.
Maybe he really was a dog.
Phainon uses Mydei’s hips as an anchor to jerk up into him, earning himself a honeyed moan as Mydei throws his head back. He wildly chases after his pleasure like a coyote on the hunt, the pressure in his gut mounting while Mydei’s erotic whimpers sound off like a symphony until finally–
Snap.
The coil in Phainon’s gut doesn’t just unravel, it explodes. He cums so hard his vision whites out and his legs spasm and jerk up, slamming against the dashboard. He yells out every curse in every language he’d ever learned while shooting ropes into Mydei’s poor, spent cunt.
“Hahh… ooh… Fuck,” Phainon wheezes, his hands slipping from Mydei’s skin to brush back the hair stuck to his forehead before they went totally limp over his head.
Phainon’s breaths are heavy and labored, dazed eyes struggling to focus ahead of him, imagining shapes that weren’t even there swimming across the roof. Mydei’s weight drapes over his chest, tethering him to reality and preventing him from floating away. Phainon takes his lifeline and wraps his hands around his back, pulling him in close and drinking in his scent, basking in the postcoital euphoria.
Mydei suddenly starts to pull away from him, and Phainon whines in protest. Whatever Mydei says in response to him is lost to the ringing in his ears, and he begins to shift. At the very least, Phainon knows Mydei is still there and still on top of him, just facing forward now. Phainon doesn’t let that deter the cuddle sesh and instead wraps his arms around Mydei’s waist and pulls his ass back towards his face.
Mydei let out a sigh of relief, letting Phainon have his way.
The scent of sex hung heavy in the air… But it wasn’t nearly as hot as he was expecting. In fact, there was a nice breeze blowing through the truck that felt delightful on his feverish skin. Phainon let out a hum of contentment and nuzzled his cheek against Mydei’s plump ass.
“What are you doing up there anyway, baby?” Phainon asks, feeling like a million bucks.
“The AC is back on.”
Phainon’s brows lift in surprise. Not moving from his station as Mydei’s prized throne, Phainon reaches a hand up to wave it over the vent, cool air blowing through his fingers. “No shit…”
Mydei arches his back, looking at Phainon over his shoulder and swiping his tongue across his teeth. “I think it happened after you kicked it.”
Phainon's face falls flat.
“I bet you're feeling pretty proud of yourself right now.”
“Oh, I am. Nice and cool up here, too… How’s the weather down there?”
“God, you're such a brat,” Phainon muttered. “Someone ought to tame you one of these days.”
“That so?” Mydei ponders. He hums bemusedly and reorients himself, now facing Phainon while sitting over his chest, knees on either side of his head. “Because it's never going to be you, right?”
Phainon sucks in a breath. Oh, Mydei had such a way with words.
“You should be more careful with what you say, darling,” Phainon warns lowly. “Or I might get the wrong idea.”
“Mmm… I think you're getting the right idea, actually,” Mydei lilts, sending a shiver up Phainon's spine. Seems that hormone storm raging inside of him did more than just make him a little moodier than usual.
He looks up at Mydei, past the subtle bump on his belly and the scars on his chest to catch a glimpse of that lascivious shimmer in his eyes.
Phainon is a weak, weak man.
“Oh Papa bear… What are we going to tell my parents?”
Mydei smirks. “Eh… You'll think of something, won't you?”
Phainon's eyes flutter shut as he guides Mydei's hips over his face, and once he goes down, he doesn't come back up until the sun sets over the plains.
He has never been so grateful to have such a piece of shit truck before.
The rest of the trip went off without another hitch. They hit every stop on the itinerary, driving through steep mountains and over rushing water all the way to the golden plains of Aedes Elysiae, where his parents waited up all night for them.
When asked how they managed to show up a full day late, Phainon already had the perfect excuse locked and loaded.
Just some car trouble.