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The room is painted orange when Anaxa opens his eyes.
He feels sticky and warm, most likely because his boyfriend is clinging to him, skin to skin, and he has not washed away the sweat and cum from their sex earlier. His boyfriend is lightly snoring by his ear. They must have both dozed off after fucking.
(Anaxa might have already been dozing off while his boyfriend was still chasing his pleasure. His boyfriend is a wonderful man that is kind, responsible, and smart that loves him with all his sincere heart.
But, the sex… Oh, the sex is so painstakingly boring.)
Anaxa gently detaches himself from his hold and picks up his underwear and his boyfriend's old shirt to put on. Feeling a bit peckish, he shuffles out of the room to find something to eat.
He is in the kitchen, in the middle of preparing instant ramen for himself, when the front door opens and his boyfriend’s roommate, Phainon, walks in. He immediately tenses up, and when the footsteps stop after rounding out of the entry hallway, Anaxa knows those blue eyes are feasting on his state of undress.
Anaxa did not meet Phainon for the first time through his boyfriend.
It was in a loud club Hysilens and Cipher had pulled him in a few months before he met his beau. It started as it always does: eyes meeting from across the room, pressing against each other on the dance floor, buying each other’s drink, and giggling in each other’s ear. Then, before Anaxa could even feel the alcohol settle in his body, he was bracing himself on the dirty cubicle door while this handsome white-haired stranger was pounding his dripping cunt with his big cock. They could not get enough of each other afterwards and Anaxa allowed himself to be dragged into a motel where they dirtied all surfaces in their rented room all night long.
At that time, Anaxa was not looking into any commitments, so he had refused Phainon’s number the next day.
Then, he met his current boyfriend, and his heart jumped at his throat when he was brought into his lover’s apartment for the first time and met the roommate.
Since then, Anaxa has always preferred to bring his boyfriend to his own apartment, citing their own privacy, but in reality, he feels on edge every time he shares the same space with Phainon and his smug face and glib tongue. Anaxa has never told his boyfriend of that passionate night he spent with his roommate, and with how clueless his lover is from the tension whenever they see each other, Phainon has not either.
“Hey.” Phainon greets, stepping in the kitchen to join Anaxa, who keeps his head low, refusing to see the taller man. “Didn’t know you would be coming over.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be gone for the weekend?” Anaxa grumbles under his breath. The packet of noodles crinkles loudly in his grip.
Phainon laughs, low and arrogant, and Anaxa already knows that he is up to something. He walks closer until he is standing beside Anaxa then brushes those mint locks behind a blushing ear to better see his face. “You've been avoiding me.” He says, his fingers still trailing in between his soft hair.
Anaxa slaps his hand away before tilting his head up to glare, seething at the smirking man, but he does not dignify Phainon with an answer. He turns away to grab a small pot and he places it down on the stove with greater strength than he would have liked. The metals clang loudly, making Anaxa wince at the noise.
“There's no need, you know.” Phainon continues. “You're with him now and I'm just his roommate. Although, with the way you act, I just wonder…” His arm slides behind Anaxa's back then he holds the countertop, trapping the smaller man in his embrace. “You've been thinking about it, aren't you?”
A vein pops in Anaxa's forehead. He spins around to push Phainon away, but the other man does not even budge, much to his chagrin, but he is able to step back, putting some much needed distance between them. “You, you..!” He points his finger at his smirking face. “You're insufferable!”
It is not his best argument, far from it, but Anaxa refuses to acknowledge, let alone voice out, that Phainon isn’t wrong, that he has been plagued with guilt because of the unfaithful thoughts that linger in his mind. It comes up when he sees Phainon. It comes up when he lays with his boyfriend. It comes up when he’s alone and he’s craving to be disrespected.
Phainon only continues to smile. He grabs Anaxa’s wrist then pulls him close. Anaxa shivers as Phainon suckles at the tip of his ear, his hands sliding down to his waist.
“Stop! We can’t do this!” Anaxa protests, but all he does is cling on Phainon’s broad shoulders. A trail of kisses litter his cheek, chin, and down to his neck. He can feel himself being lifted slightly until he is standing on his tiptoes. “Phainon..!”
“Gods, I missed the way you say my name.”
“I’m serious!” He grabs a handful of white hair and pulls the man behaving like a horny mutt off him. “He’s… He’s just in his room.”
Phainon pauses before a victorious grin slices on his face. “Then, you just gotta keep quiet. You can do that for me, don’t you?”
“What? No–!” Anaxa’s words halts as he gasps when Phainon’s thick, calloused fingers slip under his panty and rubs the wet lips of his cunt. He trembles, still standing on his toes, while Phainon teases him, his fingertips barely slipping between his lower lips.
“You don’t wear your lacy panties for him?” Phainon asks, referencing the black see-through underwear he had worn the night they fucked. “He doesn’t know how much of a slut you are? How you would shake your ass at anyone with a cock between their legs?” He spanks the perky butt once, twice, thrice, until Anaxa whimpers his name. Only then did he slide his fingers inside that hot cavern.
Anaxa whines as those long fingers finally penetrate him. He’s still a bit loose and sensitive from his romp earlier with his boyfriend, making it easier for Phainon to curl his fingers and massage that one spot that makes him leak even more. He reaches in between their bodies and fondles Phainon’s growing erection through his clothes, while he kisses and nips on the taller man’s collarbone and neck tattoo.
Phainon curses before lifting Anaxa on to the countertop, his actions a bit frantic, and pulls down Anaxa’s panty down his legs. A thread of his wetness sticks from his pussy to his underwear until it thins and snaps, leaving a trail of wetness on his inner thigh. Phainon watches it with great fascination and once the garment is off the older man, he brings it to his lips and licks the juices sticking on the panty, keeping his eyes on Anaxa as he does so.
“Fucking pervert.”
Said pervert laughs and pockets the panty before sliding his fingers back inside. Anaxa plants one of his feet up on the counter, spreading his legs further. Phainon drops down to his knees and breathes in deep and loud. “Fuck, you smell so good.” He says before he begins to lick the mess between Anaxa’s legs.
Anaxa sighs, combing those soft white locks. “Hurry. Stop teasing…” It comes out more desperate sounding than he would have liked, but thankfully the younger man does not mock him for it, instead, his tongue hungrily digs in his hole. “Yes, yes! Fuck!”
Phainon scoots closer and holds his thighs - his long fingers pressing harshly on his pale skin that might leave bruises - to keep it spread and steady as he tonguefucks Anaxa’s leaking pussy. A breathy moan escapes his lips, a little too loud for the small apartment, and Anaxa covers his own mouth with his hand.
One of the younger man’s arms loops around his thigh so that he could rub Anaxa’s clit. He pulls away and cunt juice glistens on his lips and chin. “You taste divine. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about tasting you again.” Phainon says, his thumb still playing with that sensitive bud. He resumes slurping the salty-sweet wetness that flows out of Anaxa’s cunt and thrusting his tongue in and out, driving Anaxa crazy.
He begins to thrash against his hold, unsure if he wants to get away or press himself closer to that devious mouth. “I’m close..! S-So close! Ah~!” Anaxa gasps, clawing on Phainon’s scalp. “P-Phainon! Fuck, please..!”
Phainon tightens his hold and rubs his clit faster. Anaxa is panting and whining, succumbing himself to pleasure, unable to hold his noises anymore. “Hnng~! Phai- ah~! Ahh~!” His thighs tremble and a gush of juices rush out of his pussy, which Phainon greedily laps up, not wasting a single drop.
“S-Stop! Too much! Hnn~!” His hands are frantic as he tries to get the larger man away from his sensitive cunt, who’s still licking his hole and pinching his clit. With one final loud slurp, Phainon takes mercy on him and separates from him with dismay, yet he also looks incredibly satisfied.
He looks up at the panting man seated on the kitchen counter. “That was a lot, sweetheart. Does he not make you cum?”
Only when I play with myself while we do it.
“Shut up.” Anaxa glares at him, but it does not have any malice as he still has a furious blush down to his shoulders from his orgasm.
Phainon smirks and his lips part to reply, but the bedroom door opens and a voice coming from the man they both forgot is in the same space as them interrupts their adulterous act.
“Naxa?”
He pulls down his borrowed shirt, covering his wet cunt, while Phainon stands wiping his mouth with the sleeves of his own shirt. “Kitchen!” Anaxa answers, silently hoping that his post-orgasm daze cannot be heard from his voice.
His boyfriend shuffles out of the room, but given the layout of their apartment, he cannot see the kitchen yet. “What are you doing?”
“C-Cooking! Just uhm, some noodles!”
He hears his boyfriend open another door. “Oh, can you make some too? I’ll just take a shower.”
His chest still feels tight. “S-Sure!”
The bathroom door closes.
Right as it did so, Anaxa is grabbed by his arm and pulled towards the wall; the same wall that separates the kitchen and the bathroom where his boyfriend is in. He’s trapped between the structure and Phainon’s much larger and stronger body. His eyes widen when Phainon begins to unbuckle his belt.
“No, stop! Are you crazy?” He tries to push the taller man away from him to no avail.
Phainon kisses him. “I’ll be quick.” Something thick and fleshy slides in between his pussy lips, stimulating his protruding bud.
“We can’t- ahh!” Anaxa is interrupted by a girthy length entering him. “N-No♡!”
“Shh… Don’t be too loud.” Phainon says, “Do you want your boyfriend to see how much of a cheating slut you are?”
He shakes his head, but he can not stop the lustful noises that roll out of his mouth. Phainon is so big. He is not even fully in yet, but Anaxa already feels wrecked, just like their dirty one-night-stand all those months ago.
“Ah♡! Ah♡! Ah♡!” Anaxa’s moans are punctuated by Phainon continuing to bully his cock inside his pussy, burying more and more of his massive length with each thrust. The stretch hurts, but the pain feels so amazing. “No more♡!”
The younger man knows he meant the opposite and he breathes out a mocking chuckle. “You fucking slut. So desperate for a good fuck, huh?” His hand slides down until it reaches the back of Anaxa’s knee and raises it, giving him more space to press closer and spear the smaller man with his entire dick.
Anaxa’s mouth falls open in a soundless moan as his eyes roll to the back of his head. Phainon is not unaffected either as he groans right next his ear.
“Fuuckk… I missed your pussy so much…”
Phainon fucks him with no regard to his pleasure, but that’s alright because he’s so overwhelmingly big that he is hitting all the good spots inside his unfaithful pussy. Loud squelches and the metal of Phainon’s belt clicking follow each thrust. There’s also his juices that pitter-patter on the kitchen floor. He hopes the sound of water hitting the bathroom tiles and the thickness of the wall are enough to mask their sex because they are more focused now on chasing after their completion than keeping quiet.
Anaxa could feel that blunt mushroom cockhead hitting the tinier hole inside his cunt, no doubt with the intention of going inside and bloating his womb with his bastard.
The idea of getting pregnant from his infidelity excites him more than it should and his whorish hole clenches around Phainon’s cock. Phainon must have gotten the same image in his head as well because he curses loudly and focuses on abusing that smaller mouth as he pounds his cunt harder and harder. Anaxa whines, tears running down his face and legs, and fucks himself on that girthy length.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Milk my cock.” Phainon praises, his free hand holding the small of Anaxa’s back, guiding his movements. “Milk my fucking cock.”
What else could Anaxa do but obey? He quickens the motion of his hips, their skins slapping together, and he squeezes his cunt, making his already tight hole even tighter, and Phainon could barely pull out before burying himself back balls-deep.
Anaxa tilts his chin up and without even uttering a word, Phainon understands what he needs. Their lips meet in a filthy kiss, their tongues intertwining and making a mess, their saliva running down their chins. This is exactly what Anaxa needs, what he had been longing for months; a dirty, rough fuck.
They swallow each other’s panting breath and moans. Heat builds up until they near the precipice of their pleasure. He pulls away, but he presses himself closer to Phainon as he loops his arms over his broad shoulders.
“I-I’m c-close! Oh♡! Please..♡!” Anaxa whines.
His usually bright blue eyes are dark with desire. “I’m close too, f-fuck!” He curses as he thrusts even faster, chasing after his orgasm. “Let’s do it together, baby. Cum with me.”
“P-Phainon♡!” Anaxa writhes as he soaks Phainon’s cock with his juices even more and he cums so much that it drips down his bare leg and the heavy balls that houses the hot semen that is about to breed his pussy until it splashes on the floor.
“Fuck, fuck! Anaxa! Hnngg!” Thick, scalding cum pours into his womb, making them both moan. Anaxa threads his finger on the back of Phainon’s head and pulls him down for a kiss. Phainon continues to fuck his cum deeper inside his unfaithful cunt.
More, Anaxa thinks as he deepens his kiss, I want more♡!
But, before they could do more, the sound of a shower head being turned off, squeaky, is heard. Anaxa’s legs tremble and he has to brace himself on the wall when Phainon lets go of his other leg, now numb, and pulls his cock out of his pussy.
“Let’s do this again next time.” Phainon says, tucking himself back inside his pants.
Anaxa stares at him disbelievingly. “Absolutely not!” He protests, but his traitorous cunt twitches excitedly at the thought.
The taller man just smirks, all too knowing of Anaxa’s true desires, before looking down with a snort. It makes Anaxa look down also and sees their combined cum making a mess on the kitchen floor. A hot flush colors Anaxa’s cheeks and he squeezes his thighs together, trying to stop more evidence of his adulterous act from leaking out of him.
Phainon swipes their cum with his socked foot. “Ew.” Anaxa could not help but remark with a grossed out curl on the corner of his lips.
The bathroom door clicks and swings open.
He decides to risk it before he starts to drip Phainon’s cum in front of his boyfriend, so he rushes past his boyfriend, who is just exiting the bathroom, and locks himself inside of it. “Naxa, what’s wrong?” His boyfriend knocks on the bathroom door, worried, and Anaxa feels guilt weigh in his stomach.
But, he could not find it in himself to regret getting fucked by Phainon.
“Sorry, I just- I just really need to use the bathroom.”
“Oh, okay. Take your time.”
He hears his boyfriend walk away, then, “Hey, man. Didn’t know you were home!”
Anaxa could not hear the next words exchanged, too soft for him to hear.
He exits the bathroom after a few minutes of digging Phainon’s cum out of him. The two men are still in the kitchen, chatting, and two steaming bowls lay on the dining table. His sweet boyfriend must have finished the cooking for him. His man notices Anaxa and a soft smile carves itself on his face.
He really has no idea of what had just happened.
“I wasn’t sure if you still wanna eat, but…” His boyfriend says, pulling a chair for him.
“I still want to eat, yeah.” He answers, avoiding Phainon’s gaze that lingers on him.
Once he’s seated, his boyfriend takes the chair opposite to him with his back facing Phainon. “By the way, Phainon-” Anaxa tenses up at the mention of the white-haired man’s name. “-said there’s a big thunderstorm coming this evening. All flights got cancelled because of it.”
“I-Is that so?”
“Yeah, with strong winds too.” Phainon interrupts, but Anaxa still does not look at him.
His boyfriend nods. “So, I was thinking: why don’t you stay the night? You don’t have work this weekend, right?”
“I don’t know…”
“Please, Naxa?” His boyfriend caresses his hand.
Anaxa chews on his lips, but he could not deny his boyfriend once he begins pleading.
“Fine.” He answers.
As his boyfriend cheers at his agreement and lack of stubborn argument, Anaxa’s eyes finally gazes up to Phainon. He’s leaning with his arms crossed on the same wall where he had just fucked Anaxa raw not even an hour ago.
Phainon smiles at him, but unlike his boyfriend’s sweet smile, his is full of desire and the promise that he would take advantage of this weekend to act on it.