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The moment Phainon stepped into the training field he could instantly feel that something was off. His gaze discreetly swept across the place and its occupants and then set forward again, determined to continue on his way.

Most of the people he encountered looked nervous and on edge, the lingering feeling of wrongness was thick in the air, yet no one dared to say anything, going about their training as they normally would on any other day.

Phainon mentally shrugged, not wanting to waste more time as he was already running late to their date. Would he call it a date if anyone asked? No, no he wouldn't, but in the solitude of his mind he could do whatever he wanted, so if he wanted to imagine it was a date, he happily would do so.

When he finally arrived at his destination he immediately spotted the man he had been looking for, the figure draped in red and gold already exercising on a quiet and empty corner of the training field, dory in hand.

Sunlight shone on his strawberry blond mane, making it look as if his locks were made from the most exquisite gold, strands of hair falling down his nape and sticking to his neck like a second skin.

He swallowed the feeling of a sudden lump forming in his throat and licked his dry lips before calling the other’s name.

“Mydei!” Phainon's cheery voice rang out in the silence of the secluded place they were in, making the blond turn towards the sound and finally set his gaze on the slowly approaching form of the Deliverer.

“Sorry for being late.” the white-haired man said, sheepishly, a small wince appearing on his face while he cupped the back of his neck with one of his hands while the other remained on his hip. “I had some… let's say, unavoidable circumstances. You know how things can get in the Marmoreal Market at Action Hour.”

The kremnoan stared at him for some seconds that, if anyone had asked Phainon, felt more like hours, his eyes zeroing on the hand on his neck. Then he squinted at him.

“You reek.” Mydei wrinkled his nose as a frown settled on his strikingly handsome face, his voice coming out as a low growl, hard and rough from the back of his throat.

It lasted for just a fleeting moment, making Phainon believe that it could have been his own mind playing tricks on him. He dumbly stood there, sky blue eyes watching the other man as he tried to asses if he had heard correctly or if his mind had reached the point of no return and was now making him have auditory hallucinations of what he wanted to hear.

“I do?” Phainon sniffed himself hesitantly and frowned when he couldn't pinpoint the source of the other man’s souring mood. “I don't smell anything… maybe some scent from when I passed through the market clung to me and I didn't notice.”

He took off his coat —he was going to take it off for their spar anyway— and sniffed again, still not finding any unusual smell. He gently folded the fabric and placed it on the bench next to the wood stand that was currently missing a spear, one that the other man had clearly taken to practice with.

Phainon rolled his shoulders and started stretching his arms, the practised movements easily showing how the action was already part of a well-maintained routine. He could feel the previous tension, one he had been carrying ever since he entered the training field, start to leave his body as he did some light exercises in order to prevent his muscles from getting cramped once they started their daily spar. He knew that once they got into it, they could last for hours on end. Better be safe than sorry.

“So, how are we going to do it today? Any preferences?” Phainon turned and his blue eyes found Mydei's golden ones again, a playful grin adorning his lips. “Not that it matters what you choose, I'll be the one winning this time.”

The kremnoan kept staring at him, his intense golden gaze unreadable. After a brief moment of silence, he scoffed.

“HKS. You should learn to think before you speak.” Mydei tossed the spear at him, eyes gleaming with amusement when Phainon almost dropped it to the ground due to the suddenness of an unexpected object flying towards him. “Barehanded, the first to make the other yield wins.”

The white-haired man's face transformed into a pout as he diligently placed the spear back to where it belonged. Once he had made sure that it was securely fastened with the rest and would not fall to the ground, he schooled his expression and turned to face the kremnoan again.

“Then start taking off those mighty gauntlets of yours, I don't particularly feel like losing an eye today.” Phainon’s steps came to a halt some meters away from the blond, eyes looking intensely at said pieces of metal. “Your bare fists alone are already a deadly weapon."

Phainon watched with bated breath as Mydei expertly loosened his gauntlets and took them off, dropping them on the ground next to him without much subtlety. The way the sun reflected on them made them look like some kind of divine artefacts, ones that should not be touched by mere mortal hands.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his thoughts in check. This was definitely not the time to be thinking about… certain things, especially those that the gauntlets the other man always wore certainly should not partake in.

Mydei watched him in silence —he had been staring a lot today hadn't he?— and changed his stance, placing his legs shoulder-width apart and his rear foot a half-step behind his lead foot, with both of his fists in front of his own face. Phainon smirked, locking his previous thoughts away for later, and mirrored his posture, both of them now waiting to see who would make the first move.

The prince was on him in the blink of an eye, his muscular body exerting force and throwing an uppercut, which Phainon clumsily managed to block at the last moment; the fist barely missed him.

“What’s wrong, Deliverer? All that confidence and look at you now.” The kremnoan snickered at him, pearly white teeth showing in something akin to a mocking snarl.

Phainon's throat bobbed nervously. Every time he thought he couldn't get even more attracted to the other man, he was always proven delightfully wrong.

“Don't act so cocky. You just caught me off guard, that's all.” The white-haired man scoffed, positioning his stance properly once more.

They continued to exchange blows for hours, neither willing to give in to the other. At the beginning of the Curtain-Fall Hour, Phainon's muscles were screaming at him, the strain on his body becoming almost unbearable. It wasn't a surprise when his own body betrayed him and his foot slipped, making him stagger.

Phainon's unexpected unsteadiness caused Mydei to instinctively reach out and grab him, causing them both to topple to the ground in a tangle of limbs and grunts, the blond quickly using his hand to cushion the back of Phainon's head.

Silence reigned on the training field anew. The few people who had been also training had gone home whilst their sparring had continued on until only they were left. In the stillness, Phainon could only hear his own ragged breath trying to catch the air his lungs so desperately needed.

They stayed like that, Mydei on top of him with his hand gently cradling Phainon's head as his face rested near the crook of the white-haired man's neck, their limbs intertwined in disarray. Phainon could feel the deep breaths the other man heaved next to his ear in an attempt to also catch his breath. He swallowed, suddenly feeling his throat getting parched.

“Um, sorry about that... hahaha." Phainon let out what could only be described as an awkward laugh, the prince's hair moving slightly from their closeness, the soft locks tickling his cheek. "Thanks, Mydei. I probably would have gotten a terrible headache if it weren't for your incredible inhuman reflexes.”

The kremnoan's hand twitched briefly at the teasing remark before slowly descending from the back of his head to the back of his neck. Phainon's body froze as an involuntary shiver ran down his spine when the other man's wrist brushed the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Now that they were flushed against each other, he could faintly smell it. The distinctive scent the other man always carried with him had grown sharper, demanding, slowly but steadily covering him whole. It was exhilarating. The beta could feel the beginning of what was undoubtedly arousal slowly travelling throughout his body in response to the clear show of dominance.

Phainon brought both of his hands to Mydei's shoulders and squeezed them lightly, trying to get his attention. If he, a beta, was able to smell the alpha, even if faintly, that could only mean that the scent coming off of him was strong. Too strong. No wonder everyone around had been so on edge earlier.

“Mydei?” The other man still had his head rooted on the crook of his neck, making it impossible to look at his face to try to assess his current state. The situation was starting to get quite a bit dangerous for Phainon's heart —and other parts of his body which he refused to mention— he had to find a way out before his body started reacting improperly in the middle of one of their sparring sessions.

He began to vigorously slap Mydei's shoulder with the palm of his hand.

“I yield!” Phainon's hurried voice echoed in the emptiness of the gymnasium, his tone carrying a heat barely disguised by urgency. “I admit defeat, you win this time.”

Mydei stopped his movements at that and pushed himself up, honeyed jewels looking down at Phainon with a glint of smugness before he finally got up with a soft grunt.

Phainon soon followed him. He was sure that the back of his clothes was dirty from falling to the ground, and adding to that the fact that he had been sweating before his fall, overall he didn't feel particularly pleasant. Blue eyes immediately searched for the other Chrysos Heir, who was already making his way towards the doors leading outside.

Mydei stopped in front of the doors and glanced back at the man still sprawled on the ground, waiting. A silent invitation.

Phainon grinned, eyes full of mirth, and quickly got up, trailing after the blond with hurried steps.

「 ✦ ✦ 」

The baths were empty as expected, no person in their right mind would be inside them past Curtain-Fall Hour, let alone using the gymnasium. Well, except for them.

Phainon rolled his shoulders and let out a muffled groan as he felt the growing stiffness of his muscles under his skin. He had taken some damage from the fall earlier, but nothing a good night of rest wouldn't solve. His eyes darted over to the kremnoan, who had already begun disrobing himself.

Mydei's back was always a sight for sore eyes, his strong and defined muscles rippling with every small movement he made. His skin had taken a sheen from the sweat, making it look even more enticing.

Phainon averted his gaze and began mimicking the other, quickly undressing and throwing his dirty clothes to the side, not caring about folding them properly this time. He picked up a towel and hastily wrapped it around his waist as he made his way towards the hot water.

The moment he sat down and his aching muscles were surrounded by warmth, he felt himself relax, his body going slack. The white-haired man closed his eyes as he heard the kremnoan approach slowly, his naked steps echoing in the emptiness of the silent bath.

Mydei glanced at Phainon's unguarded form as he got closer, his eyes never leaving the Deliverer's body. His teeth began to itch uncomfortably at the sight of the other man's neck, now completely free from the usual black choker he always wore. His slender neck looked even more alluring with the absence of the cloth, the sun tattoo resting innocently on it always giving him the urge to leave his own mark on the beta’s neck.

Mydei joined Phainon's side with a groan falling from his lips, the prince letting his body slump unceremoniously against the bath tiles. The warmth that slowly crept in settled deliciously over his muscles. He always preferred the hot bath. His immortal body always ran warmer than what could be considered normal and his kremnoan physique accentuated even more his resistance to hot temperatures, thus he could enjoy the pleasure of a scalding hot bath. He was sure the man sitting next to him could not say the same.

He let the back of his head hit the humid tiles. Soft, golden hair stuck to them as he looked up, pondering.

His rut was close and he knew it, it might even have started while sparring with the other. He knew, and yet he still came to spar with Phainon. The beta also probably was aware of his current predicament by now; it wasn't difficult to notice the change of pheromones when an alpha was in rut.

Mydei’s eyes settled on Phainon's figure. The pale skin had already begun to turn pinkish due to the heat and droplets of sweat travelled down his muscular body, leaving wet trails that his eyes meticulously followed until they reached the water and disappeared in it, teasingly covering his waist and everything below.

He looked breathtakingly beautiful.

“I must say, that was quite the show you put on today.” The alpha teased, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled in between them.

Phainon groaned and immediately brought both of his hands to cover his face dramatically. “Of course you wouldn't pass up the opportunity to remind me.”

Mydei huffed as he repositioned his head so it now rested on one of his closed fists, his elbow resting on the tiled floor. “Just making an observation.”

“So you're a scholar now.” The white-haired man grumbled, his voice carrying an unmistakable tone of sarcasm.

Mydei grinned, amused by the beta’s snarky attitude. This was one of the things that made the other man so endearing and perfect to his eyes. The way he never backed down from talking back when he had to, even in front of an alpha. The way he always managed to go hand in hand with him, a man cursed with immortality. The way he was his equal, his rival, his friend. It was all so intrinsically Phainon and his soul practically yearned for the other man.

Phainon tensed. He couldn't smell it properly, but his body could certainly feel the sudden spike of pheromones in the air, pheromones that could only belong to one person. His eyes travelled through the scope of the bath until they settled on the alpha, finding molten gold ones already locked on him.

He barely managed to hold back the shudder that trekked across his body. He suddenly felt exposed, vulnerable, like a prey who had made eye contact with a predator who laid in waiting.

Mydei looked at Phainon's every movement, his every reaction. He could tell that his pheromones were getting stronger as time went by. Any alpha in this situation would have already found a mate to pass their rut with or shut itself at home until the cycle had passed, but here he was instead; in the public bath of the gymnasium. Alone, with Phainon. He would be lying if something wasn't stirring inside of him, a deep want for the other man surfacing as the seconds ticked by.

Mydei stood up and slowly started making his way towards the other Chrysos Heir, the water undulating and splashing loudly in the quiet room with every step he took in his direction.

His pace was unhurried, as if showing the other man that he had the option to leave, to not let him get near, to put up a line that wouldn't be crossed between them again.

And yet the other man remained unmoving.

In a matter of seconds, Mydei found himself standing in front of the beta.

Phainon inhaled sharply, his nose catching a barely there whiff of pomegranate, exquisitely blended with the soft scent of oleander. Certainly an unusually sweet and mellow combination for an alpha that could make any omega go weak at the knees. Fortunately —or unfortunately— he wasn't one.

“I'm not an omega.”

Mydei narrowed his eyes. “You say that as if that would be an impediment.”

The white-haired man averted his gaze. “Well—”

“Deliverer.” Mydei cut off what he could tell was the beginning of a complaint, “we've been dancing around each other for far too long for you to be thinking about that now.”

Phainon let his hands fall to his lap, the action making the water around him splash around with some force. Baby blue eyes meeting golden ones and bored into them, as if he could find all the answers to the questions currently fogging his mind in those honeyed irises.

“I didn't— I daren't hope to believe that you would feel the same.”

“You think I go around courting every person I spar with?” the kremnoan raised an accusatory eyebrow, the thought alone being ridiculous enough to bring a rare smile to his face.

Phainon's face morphed into a wince, the allegation immediately making him feel guilty. “No! I would never—”

Mydei grabbed Phainon's face with one hand and squeezed his cheeks, successfully cutting him off again.

The white-haired man frowned, his lips making a pout.

Mydei wanted to kiss him stupid.

“Stop doing that.” Phainon's words came out half muffled due to the strong hand currently squeezing his face.

“Stop spouting nonsense then.” The blond let go of his cheeks and ran a hand through his snowy hair, brushing back some strands that had stuck to his forehead because of the sweat.

“I was just being reasonable?”

“Not your forte, clearly.”

Phainon let out a bubbly laugh at their usual back and forth, slightly throwing his head back in the process.

Mydei seized the opportunity and grabbed Phainon's face with both hands, the lower half of his body submerging again in the water as he knelt in front of him, guiding it until their faces were a breath away from each other.

“Are you sure about this?” The swordsman asked with apparent apprehension in his voice, failing spectacularly on his attempt to keep it even.

Mydei huffed, amused, his hot breath hitting Phainon's face while both of his thumbs caressed the other man’s cheekbones with a gentleness you wouldn't expect from a kremnoan warrior. “I should be the one asking that, Deliverer.”

Their lips met softly, sweetly, neither of them wanting to rush the so awaited moment.

When they parted, their faces remained close. Their lips grazing while they looked into each other's eyes, breaths mingling as their hearts almost beat in perfect sync.

Phainon managed to take some air before Mydei started devouring his lips, making the next kiss last longer. He didn't know what to do with his hands; his touch-starved self wanted to run them through the kremnoan's hair and body, but his self-conscious mind still wouldn't let him act on his own desires.

Mydei woefully broke their kiss and began leaving fluttering pecks across Phainon's flushed face. He kissed his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, his forehead, then dove back to his lips. The warmth feeling inside of his chest slowly increasing and overpowering the warmth of the bath.

“You're perfect just as you are.”

Phainon felt the heat on his cheeks spike up, his face reddening like a ripe fruit at Mydeimos statement. He had always thought he wouldn't be able to live up to the prince's expectations even if the other insisted on calling him his equal; their statuses and secondary genders creating an enormous rift that at first glance couldn't be exceeded.

Mydei's lips trailed down from the corner of his mouth to his jaw, giving little nips and kisses until he reached his neck. Phainon felt his hair stand on end when the sensitive skin there got nibbled and marked by the kremnoan's sharp teeth.

“Mydei…” Phainon whispered the blond’s name at the same time he finally willed his hands to move, settling them on Mydei's broad shoulders and held on to him like the alpha would disappear at any moment, leaving behind only the ghost sensation of skin against skin and a warmth that only the other man was able to give him.

Mydei continued his journey across the beta's neck, persistent on marking the sun tattoo inked over his platysma, sinking his teeth into it.

Phainon gasped, his head lolling to the side, revealing more of his soft and tempting, unblemished throat. “Here?”

Mydei bit his neck again, jaw clamping down with far more strength than any of his previous teasing and playful nips. “If I could, I would have my way with you on my bed.” He lapped at the mark left by his teeth, his tongue starting a slow trek climbing up the white-haired man's neck, “I would drape you in my sheets, shower you with my scent until it entangles so deeply within your core that your own scent changes forever and you start smelling like you're mine.”

Phainon let out a shameful moan, the kremnoan's tongue continuing its journey through the expanse of his neck, making him shudder from the cold sensation his saliva left behind, until it reached his ear. “But to do that, first I'll need to fuck you at least twice for my rut to subside enough so I can take you there.” The wet appendage lapped playfully at his ear, the squelching noises sending a wave of embarrassment through the swordsman, making his cock twitch behind the soft towel.

Phainon's heart was hammering in his chest, his nerves on edge from the alpha's ministrations at the same time he reminded himself where they were; the public bath of the gymnasium, where anyone could easily walk in at any moment. It was late and every citizen of Okhema was probably already resting in the comfort and safety of their homes, but the possibility was still there. He swallowed the saliva that had been pooling in his mouth.

“So you don't mind getting reprimanded for public indecency, your Highness?” Phainon teased, voice coming out unsteady, bringing one of his hands to tangle in Mydei's soft strawberry blond locks.

“You worry about useless things.” The kremnoan's mouth finally parted from the white-haired man's neck, eyeing with satisfaction his handiwork of red marks now adorning the previous unblemished skin before moving his face until it was in front of the beta. “If someone does indeed come, they will know what's better for them and leave without interrupting.” With a squeeze to Phainon’s hips, he connected their lips again, a guttural groan surfacing from the depths of his throat.

Phainon's following moan was swallowed by Mydei's hungry lips. The kremnoan kissed him like a man starved, mouth moving against his own like he wanted to eat him whole.

Mydei's hand found Phainon's towel and removed it from his body in a swift movement, letting it fall wetly somewhere on the marbled floor. He grabbed Phainon's tights with both of his hands and pushed the other man up, making him sit on the edge of the cold tiles. Mydei kept kissing him with fervour, his teeth biting on Phainon's lower lip until he opened his mouth to let the prince's wandering tongue inside. The kiss turned sloppy, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths as their tongues met in a battle of dominance, neither of them wanting to lose, feeling competitive even in a situation such as this.

Mydei let out a grunt of pure, unadulterated satisfaction as he moved his hips forward, making space for himself between Phainon's legs and spreading them in the process.

The white-haired man made a muffled sound when Mydei started slowly grinding their hard lengths together, the soft and fluffy feeling of the towel the kremnoan still wore around his hips making the drag of their arousals both enjoyable and unsatisfying at the same time.

Mydei's hands left the swordsman’s strong thighs and started going up slowly, caressing every inch of skin on his way until they grazed his nipples. Mydei gave both a sharp thug, making the white-haired man's legs convulse from the sudden spike of pleasure coming from his chest. Phainon keened, the sound dying in the other’s mouth as he kept kissing him roughly.

Mydei groaned when he finally parted from Phainon's mouth, leaving a thin thread of saliva connecting both of their lips, red and puffy from kissing. “You like that?” he smirked, repeating what he had just done to the other man's chest.

Phainon's body trembled as he let out a pitiful whine, the tugging on his nipples sending shocks of pleasure right below his navel.

“Wait, Mydei—” he was cut off by Mydei's fingers persistently clamping down on his now stiff buds.

“You're so sensitive here.” The kremnoan gave him a soft peck on the lips before licking them, hot and warm breath hitting his mouth. “Think you can cum just by this alone?”

“I don't—” Phainon’s breath hitched, his body foreign to this kind of stimulation, “I don't know.”

“You don't know?” Mydei mused, thumbs now rolling softly the perky nipples beneath them. Then he lovingly kissed Phainon's cheek, his lips barely holding back a smirk. “Well, I guess we're about to find out.”

He pinched both of Phainon's nipples again, hard.

Phainon's hands shot to grab Mydei's shoulders like they were his lifeline, body jolting from the pleasure-pain as a high pitched moan left his swollen-kissed lips. He couldn't help the way his hips eventually started thrusting up with every pinch and flick of Mydei's fingers, making both of their lower halves meet with every movement.

Mydei felt his arousal gradually grow as he watched Phainon squirm from the pleasure, his own hips joining Phainon’s at the same time he increased the speed of his hands. The elysian looked ethereal like this. Skin flushed from the heat and lust, lips cherry red from their rough kissing, body shivering as pleasure started to overtake all of his senses.

He wanted to devour him, he wanted to make him his.

The blond couldn't resist the temptation of kissing him again, the smack of their lips coming out messily as they both grinded against each other while Mydei's dexterous hands kept incessantly stimulating Phainon’s chest. He could feel the way Phainon's body trembled from it all, and yet he knew that at this rate he wouldn't be able to make the other man cum with just that. It still wasn't enough.

Mydei broke their kiss and with a final peck to Phainon’s soft lips, started making his way down. He kissed, licked and bit the pale skin, his mouth leaving a path of red marks and hickeys until he reached the soft, pink buds.

He stared at them for a few seconds, breath coming out raggedly, completely mesmerized by the deliciously flushed pink flesh in front of him. The skin of Phainon's chest had acquired a beautiful red tint and his nipples had become round and puffy from his previous ministrations.

Mydei licked his lips.

Phainon reached out and held one of the kremnoan’s cheeks, admiring how its colour now almost matched the red tattoos that covered his muscular and toned body. A soft chuckle left his lips. “Your eyes look scary.”

Mydei briefly glanced up before leaning towards him, and bit his chest.

Phainon hissed, surprised, eyes going wide. He quickly grabbed a fistful of golden hair and yanked on it, compelling the prince to slightly raise his head to look at him.

“Hey, watch your teeth!”

Mydei smirked like a cat that got the cream, and proceeded to lower his head again, defiantly maintaining eye contact as his mouth latched to one of Phainon's nipples.

He began to give soft bites to it while he kept his other hand busy with the other, tugging and pinching the small bud until Phainon's body started trembling. Mydei gave a few kitten licks before closing his mouth around it to start sucking, making Phainon’s words come out between stuttering gaps.

“Mydei… that feels… weird.”

The aforementioned stopped his ministrations on Phainon's chest to fully look at his face, golden eyes shadowed by sun-kissed lashes. “Weird?” Mydei softly kissed a spot on the swordsman's pectoral before putting Phainon's nipple between his teeth, tugging at it until Phainon let out a broken whimper. He released it, watching how the flesh turned red and swollen, a perfect match of the current state of the Deliverer's lips. “Not in a bad way, from what I can see.”

Phainon weakly glared at him, his gaze not carrying an ounce of true hatred behind, only the characteristic stubbornness that always appeared in the presence of the kremnoan prince. “Smartass.”

Mydei chuckled and smiled at him, honeyed irises swallowed by desire. That was the only warning Phainon got before teeth found his hard buds again, this time followed by a roll of Mydei's hips.

The white-haired man heaved from the stimulation, the feeling of the alpha grinding against him while his mouth was occupied sucking and biting his chest almost making him lose himself on the spot.

Phainon couldn't help the way his own hips joined Mydei's in a slow but deliberate grind, his mind and body too absorbed in the pursuit of his climax to realise what he was doing.

Mydei let go of his chest with a wet sound, his molten gaze watching how hard and puffy it had become. His tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips, cleaning the excess of saliva.

"I think I've found something I like even more than pomegranate juice.”

Phainon groaned in distaste at the quip, separating his lips to complain about Mydei's words. He was never able to voice his thoughts as Mydei sealed their lips again with a quick kiss, successfully silencing him, a mocking smile adorning his handsome face.

“You're so hot it's unfair.”

“That's my line.” Mydei’s smile morphed into a lopsided grin, one of his sharp fangs peeking out from the confines of his mouth. “If only you could see yourself.”

“I probably must look redder than a pomegranate.”

Mydei snorted at the comparison, leaving a fleeting kiss to one of Phainon's cheeks before softly biting the soft flesh. “And that's exactly why you look delicious.”

Phainon snorted back at Mydei's playful bite; this was a new side of the man that he wouldn't be opposed to see more often. “Is there also no word for shame in the kremnoan language?"

The strawberry blond licked a long stripe across the swordsman's cheek, leaving behind a wet and sticky sensation that made Phainon's hair stand on end. “When it comes to you? Never.”

“Yeah, unfortunately I can see that.”

“You're so bashful, Deliverer, just like a virgin.”

Phainon rolled his eyes, not falling for the obvious tease. “I'm no virgin.”

The prince growled at that, nostrils flaring and hands tightening on the other man’s waist as the scent of oleander turned slightly metallic with an undertone of rust. Phainon laughed, a rich and melodious thing.

“You were the one that brought it up!”

The kremnoan bit his neck again, leaving clear marks of his incisors and canines, marking what was his. His beta, his Deliverer, his Phainon, his, his, his.

He resumed the grind of their hips, both of them now bare, the last piece of clothing that had separated them having fallen to the water while Mydei bad been occupied with the other’s chest.

A high-pitched moan left Phainon's lips at the new feeling of their hot and hard lengths rubbing together. He squeezed his eyes closed, the sensation overwhelming him quickly.

Mydei was kissing him again, rough and unrelenting, making his head feel stuffed with cotton. He clawed at the kremnoan's arms, his nails leaving behind traces on the slightly tanned skin that would soon fade away thanks to his regenerative ability. Small perks of that conspicuous and indestructible body of his.

The blond increased the speed of his hips, practically rutting against the other. He kissed him like he needed it to live, like Phainon was the air he needed to breath, the water he needed to quench his thirst with, like he would die the moment they pulled apart. The alpha bit the beta's lip and with a final powerful thrust, he felt the elysian's body tense as he swallowed all the whimpers that left his lips.

When he finally took mercy on Phainon's lips, he looked down to see the mess on both of their stomachs. He pressed a hand on it and caressed the trembling body underneath him, slowly moving his hand up and spreading the sticky white substance until he reached the small nubs again, softly rubbing one with his thumb until the white-haired man's body writhed from the small touch.

“Ugh, stop touching them...” Phainon whimpered, feeling his chest already sore from the blond’s vicious attacks.

Mydei breathed out a soft laugh as he removed his hands from the swordsman’s oversensitive nipples and settled them on his shoulders. “Fine, it was already time to start focusing on other things anyway.” The kremnoan said as he pushed him down.

Phainon’s back hit the bath tiles, blue lidded eyes staring up at the blond from the new angle. The prince looked like a divine being that had descended to walk among mortals, strawberry golden mane tousled and sticking to his skin, flesh gaining a beautiful and irresistible pink and red tint due to the heat and the beginning of his rut, the tattoos covering his body looking as if they glowed under Okhema’s eternal day. Truly a sight to behold.

He continued watching with rapture as one of Mydei's hands left his body and started rummaging inside of the linen-covered wicker basket situated close to the edge of the bath. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

The kremnoan let out a frustrated sound, patience wearing thin, almost topping over the basket in his blind search. His hand finally found the object he was looking for, grabbing it at last.

“Bath oil. Really.” Phainon snorted, the situation feeling almost comical.

“We'll have to make do.” Mydei popped open the small bottle with a practised movement, spilling the content on his hand.

“I would love to push my tongue inside of you,” the alpha rubbed his fingers together, spreading the cold liquid and warming it up with his body heat, “watch you fall apart as I fuck your pretty hole with it” Mydei growled, mood souring by the idea of not being able to properly take his time with the white-haired man, “but I'm in a bit of a rush right now.”

“You truly have no shame.” Phainon doubled down on his previous statement, face flushing almost an entire new colour of red.

Mydei smirked, bringing his lubed hand down towards Phainon's most private part while his other hand rested on one of the beta’s knees, spreading the other man's legs even more. His gaze fell on the tight ring of muscle, the pretty pink colour making his cock twitch. He couldn't wait to see it spread wide around his cock, to see it open and bred once he finished giving it the love it deserved.

“Mydei, please.” Phainon’s leg twitched, the mortification of being watched so intensely in such a private place urging him to close his legs. “Stop being a pervert and get on with it.”

"Don't speak as if you're any better, HKS." Mydei pressed one of his lubed fingers against Phainon's fluttering entrance, briefly circling the tight passage before thrusting it inside. The reaction was immediate.

A pathetic sound left Phainon’s lips at the sensation of something breaching his insides. It wasn't the first time he had had something inside of him, but the knowledge that the thing being slowly inserted were Mydei's fingers started making him feel lightheaded.

Golden eyes watched every jolt and change of expression the other made, fascinated by the ethereal man under him. He couldn't believe they had been unnecessary dancing around each other for so long, when they could have been doing this practically ever since the moment they had duelled for ten nights and days.

The prince kept proding the white-haired man's insides, always careful in not harming him. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he made this a painful experience for him. His rut growled and shouted at him to just take and take and take but he would not listen to it, not this time.

Mydei took a deep breath, lungs filling with that faint scent of thyme and citrus he so dearly loved. “Tell me if it hurts.” He sent a pleading gaze towards the man underneath him, knowing that the swordsman tended to disregard himself to please others even if that brought him more harm than good. “Please.”

When the white-haired man nodded in affirmation, the alpha started inserting his finger up to the first knuckle and withdrawing it almost completely, slowly repeating the motion as he felt how the tender passage gave way to the intrusion.

The beta moaned at the feeling. It wasn't like he had never done this to himself, but Mydei's fingers were thicker, rougher, different. It felt nothing like his own.

“I'm putting another one.” Mydei’s throat bobbed, his free hand intertwining with Phainon's, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Remember what I told you, tell me if it hurts.”

The beta made an affirmative sound, the feeling of being stretched open starting to settle deep in his gut, making his insides squeeze the fingers inside of him.

Once both of Mydei's fingers were fully inside, he began to carefully separate them in a scissoring motion, pushing the muscles that were clamping down on his digits to make more space for what was to come. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to reel back the impulse that was telling him to already pull his fingers out and bend the other in half.

When the kremnoan opened his eyes again, he was greeted by teary blue eyes watching him. He immediately stilled.

"Phainon?" Mydei felt an uncomfortable knot appear on his stomach. "Am I hurting you? I'll take them out—"

The other man shook his head, his whole body trembling at the sensation of Mydei's slowly retreating fingers. "No. No, please." He wheezed out, eyes pleading. "I can take it."

Mydei kissed his forehead and took his finger out, causing the beta to whine at the loss.

"It's not about if you can take it or not, HKS." The kremnoan reached out again towards the oil, spilling the rest of it on his hand. "It's about you not having to endure any pain. I don't want you gritting your teeth just to please me."

"I'm sorry." Phainon gasped, shielding his face with both of his arms. "I'm trying."

"I know." Mydei positioned his hand next to the white-haired man's entrance again, but didn't push any fingers, instead, he rubbed the soft opening. "You're doing amazing."

After hearing those words the beta whimpered, his flushed cock giving a vigorous twitch. The kremnoan smiled, noticing the strong effect his praise had on the other man. His eyes softened. "Such a good boy."

The white-haired man's back arched, a loud moan falling from his lips. His body trembled uncontrollably as his face grew hotter and hotter by the second as embarrassment coursed from his entire body. "Mydei! Don't—"

The blond grabbed one of Phainon's arms covering his face and tugged, the limb falling easily to the side, revealing misty eyes clouded over by lust and pure affection.

"Beautiful." Mydei kissed his wrist. "Perfect." His stomach. "So pretty." His clavicle. "Ethereal." His neck. "My sweet beta." His cheek. "My equal."

Blue found gold again, their faces so close their noses were touching. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, sheepishly smiling like fools in love.

The white-haired man chuckled softly and rubbed their noses together. "Is the mighty prince of Kremnos growing soft?" His voice carried a teasing tone, almost singing.

Mydei smirked. "Quite the opposite, actually. I've never been more hard in my life."

Phainon barked a laugh so hard his entire body shook. "Oh for the love of Kephale—"

Their lips joined in a breathless kiss, the kremnoan pushing his tongue inside of the elysian again, earning a moan from the man.

While their mouths started another fierce battle, the blond squeezed one of the swordsman's glorious thighs with his lubed hand before slowly bringing it close to his entrance again. He lovingly rubbed the soft muscle twice and then inserted two of his fingers inside, the hot cavern twitching at the intrusion.

Phainon broke the kiss with a whiny moan falling from his lips, but it wasn't long before Mydei captured them once more as he started thrusting his fingers buried deep inside of the beta.

The kiss grew heated, saliva slowly sliding from the corners of their connected mouths. The alpha bit the other's lips until he tasted copper, the slight pain serving as a distraction from the third finger that had started to carve its way inside.

The white-haired man broke the kiss again with a shock running through his body, his lips parting and letting out one of the loudest moans he had let out that evening. Mydei watched it all with a heated gaze and gave a loving peck to his chin. "Found it."

Without any more warnings, he started ramming into that one spot that made Phainon see stars.

The beta trashed against his hold, his legs twitching uncontrollably in response to the pleasure, making the kremnoan grab one of his thighs with his free hand while the other kept wildly thrusting in and out of his hole, his prostate getting jammed again and again by the rough and relentless pace the alpha had set.

His body was on fire, his mind a mess, the only thought his brain managed to form was that he needed the blond inside of him. Desperately.

"Mydei… ngh— enough. I'm ready, please, please." His voice broke between moans, but the embarrassment he felt couldn't win against the anticipation of finally being together with the kremnoan. He had been waiting for this day ever since they had fought for ten days and nights, the moment he had seen the prince, he had known that he had already fallen for him.

Mydei watched how the swordsman unravelled beautifully. He was so hard it hurt. "Are you sure?"

Phainon nodded, feeling like words would fail him now if he tried to speak.

Mydei finally took his thick fingers out with a final brush to his prostate, making Phainon’s legs jerk from the pleasure-pain sensation, and pushed the other man's legs towards his own chest, leaving him open and pliant.

The kremnoan stared at the pink entrance, the once closed rim now winked at him, as if begging to be filled. He used his already lubed hand to stroke his painfully hard erection, slicking it as much as he could.

With a final rough stroke he lined up his throbbing member at the same time he spit a glob of saliva into the beta's open and awaiting hole.

“Mydei what the fu–” Phainon's complain was cut off by a new pressure on his entrance. It felt big, almost too big. Was that thing really going to fit inside of—

It entered inside of him with a single push, the head catching on his rim and staying there without going any further, giving him some time to adjust.

After what felt like minutes but were probably mere seconds, Mydei released Phainon’s legs and leaned down to kiss the white-haired man again, making his length go deeper inside of the struggling beta.

The swordsman whimpered, eyes glazing over with pain at the uncomfortable sensation of a thick member almost rearranging his insides. He closed his eyes when he felt calloused, warm hands tenderly hold his face.

“You're doing amazing.” Mydei lovingly kissed his lips again before moving to kiss his now wet eyelids. Phainon hadn't even realised he had started crying.

“Just– Just shove it in.” The beta groaned, his body clearly wasn't built to accommodate an alpha, let alone one as big as the kremnoan prince.

“No, I don't want to hurt you.” Mydei was the one to nuzzle their noses together this time, a soft rumble leaving his chest.

Phainon opened his eyes and glared weakly at the alpha. “You're purring. I'm dying here and you're purring.”

Mydei huffed out a breathy laugh, trying his best to not strain the man below him any further. He moved one of his hands to Phainon's neck and started rubbing soothing circles with his thumb at the same time he occupied himself leaving soft pecks on the white-haired man’s face.

“You're so sweet and clingy, aren't ruts supposed to make alphas go feral?” Phainon snorted, putting a hand on Mydei's cheek, “and here you are, looking like a big clingy cat.”

Mydei grunted, a frown settling on his face before moving his head to the side to bite the soft palm of Phainon's hand.

“Feisty.” The swordsman grinned and opened his mouth, probably to tease the kremnoan again, but was cut off by a sudden thrust, the head of the length inside of him barely missing the small bundle of nerves that made his body melt.

Mydei took the hand that Phainon had placed on his face and interlaced their fingers, bringing it to his face to kiss the back of his hand before pinning it to the marbled floor.

“If you have time for messing around then that means that you're ready.”

The white-haired man's eyes widened, his hand tightening around Mydei's. “Hold on–” Phainon opened his mouth in a silent gasp, not a sound coming out from the unexpected shock of the kremnoan’s hips pushing forward again, finally sheathing fully inside of the beta’s trembling and sensitive body.

Mydei closed his eyes, savouring the feeling of Phainon's heat closing on his aching member. He could feel every tremble and spasm of his soft insides trying to accommodate the foreign and large intrusion. Mydei gritted his teeth, his self-control struggling to push down the need to immediately snap his hips forward and start pistoning in and out of the body underneath him. The knowledge of that body being Phainon almost making him cum on the spot.

The white-haired man gasped before bringing his free hand to rest on his navel. He swore he could feel that a slight bump had formed, but maybe it was his lust driven mind playing tricks on him, the thought of having Mydei so deep inside made him clench even harder, squeezing the dick inside of him.

His suspicions were answered when Mydei’s hips slowly moved back until only the head of his length remained inside of him before roughly sinking deep into his heat again. The little bump on his stomach appearing and disappearing with every movement of the alpha's hips.

Phainon moaned with each new thrust, the only thing that could be heard now in the bath was the rhythmically slapping of flesh against flesh and the sounds of pleasure leaving both men’s lips.

“Fuck– Phainon, you're so beautiful like this.” Mydei bit his lip, looking at the body beneath him. He watched how his toned muscles jolted when his cock grazed the soft bundle of nerves inside of him, how his whole body was pushed forward with every thrust of his hips.

He leaned down, hands clasping Phainon's own as he started ramming against that same spot which made the other cry out in ecstasy.

“Mydei! Too– ngh!– too rough!” Phainon gasped, glistening tears falling down his eyes. His body was trapped by Mydei and the floor, the tiles rubbing his back with every push of Mydei's hips.

The alpha licked Phainon's sweaty neck, pace unfaltering, the white-haired man’s sweet moans serving as a reward for his eagerness in tasting the salty skin on the beta’s sun tattoo.

“I'm gonna cum!” Phainon’s broken voice stuttered, the kremnoan not giving him a single moment of respite. “Please, Mydei I'm– I'm going to–!”

“Cum.” Mydei moaned next to his ear, sending a shiver through Phainon's entire body. "Let me feel you cum while my cock is deep inside of you.”

That was what made Phainon break. His cum splattered messily on the white tiles, powerful thighs hugging Mydei's hips and heels pressing on the alpha’s lower back as his insides clamped down on the hard length still buried inside of him.

A long-winded groan left Mydei's lips at the feeling, eyes closing and hips faltering while his thighs quivered as he came inside of the beta.

Their ragged breaths echoed in the vacant room as everything stilled. The humidity of the hot bath mixed with their sweat settling on their skins like an uncomfortable blanket.

Mydei brought a hand to his hair, pushing back the strawberry golden locks that had fallen in front of his face and were starting to block his vision.

He didn't want to miss a single detail of the man writhing under him.

“We're not done yet.”

Phainon’s chest rose and fell trying to catch his breath as he opened his blue eyes, shiny with beautiful tears, his mind trying in vain to make sense of the words spoken by the other man.

“Huh?”

Mydei chuckled, the sound coming off deep and rough. “Don't tell me your memory is already failing you, Deliverer.” the alpha teased, the title coming out mockingly from his lips.

“I said I would need to fuck you twice.” Mydei licked his lips, tasting the saltiness of them. “One more to go.”

Phainon's eyes widened, his eyebrows shooting up to his forehead. He looked adorable. Mydei wanted to kiss him again. “You were serious about that?”

“I'm always serious.” The kremnoan grabbed both of Phainon's legs and pushed his body towards him, flushing their hips together once more.

Phainon gasped as his body was dragged and quickly pressed his hands against Mydei's chest, making the other stop before he could go any further. “Wait, wait, wait. My back is killing me.”

Mydei huffed, bringing both of his hands to Phainon's own, closing them around his wrists and making the other man’s grip falter. He clasped both of their hands together and pushed his body down until they were pressed chest to chest. He kissed apologetically his snowy hair. “Sorry.”

A soft laugh fell from Phainon's lips as his hands broke free from Mydei's hold to run them through the blond mane, pushing back the strawberry blond strands of hair that threatened to fall over his eyes again. “You're such a big softie.”

Mydei smirked and took one of Phainon's hands to his lips, lovingly kissing the palm of his hand. “What kind of partner would I be if I didn't treat my mate with the care he deserves?"

Phainon froze.

“...What?”

The prince huffed, equally exasperated and endeared at the white-haired man’s obliviousness.

“I've been scenting you for months.” He started giving kitten licks to the glands on one of Phainon's wrist, “If anyone had been opposed to it then they would have already voiced it by now.” Then he bit on them, not breaking the skin, but leaving a clear mark of his teeth as a reminder on the inside of his wrist. A clear sign to let other people know that the beta was off limits.

Mydei closed his eyes as the characteristic slight smell of mint and citrus the elysian always carried began to seep out and softly caress his nose. He breathed it in, enjoying the scent of his mate.

Phainon gaped as he looked at him, his skin turning a delicious, ripe red colour all the way down to his shoulders. “That's certainly not appropriate behaviour for a prince.”

Mydei snorted at the comment, kissing the freshly bitten mark on the white-haired man's skin.

The knowledge of Mydei's inappropriate behaviour made a new rush of heat go straight to his lower half. Indeed, Phainon liked it. Very much.

Mydei felt his desire spike again when the beta's light scent grew stronger, his rut coming back in full force after a short moment of respite. “Phainon.” He nuzzled the white-haired man’s neck as he let out a pitiful sound resembling a whine. “Please.”

The white-haired man sighed, resigning to his fate, and gave a fleeting kiss to the other's forehead. "Fine, but you're helping me get back home."

The kremnoan raised his head and blinked at him, engraving on his mind Phainon's current state, then gave him a long, sweet kiss. "Whatever my mate wants."

Mydei turned the beta around and dragged him towards his body once more, letting his legs fall into the water as his chest was pressed against the cold tiles.

He guided his hard length towards Phainon's messy hole, the head pressing on the rim as he kissed the other man’s shoulder, one of his strong hands resting on his throat as he bit down on the glands of the swordsman's neck. Then he thrusted inside of him in one swift movement.

Mydei couldn't stop his hips from roughly snapping back and forth the moment he felt Phainon's heat completely envelop him again. Pleasure quickly starting to permeate his mind, making him only care about the pliant man moaning under him.

Phainon's eyes watered anew as Mydei roughly hit his sweet spot dead on like a man on a mission— fucking Phainon until the only thing he could think about was his name.

“Ngh-! M-Mydei!” Phainon's moans echoed inside of the bath and could probably be heard even outside of it. Any reasonable thought leaving his mind at the sudden onslaught of pleasure the other man was making him feel. “S-Slow… down… I'm still—!”

Mydei groaned and secured the hold on his throat, using it as leverage to pull Phainon's body towards him, leaving them both standing, Phainon's back pressed against the alpha's chest as Mydei's hips continued pistoning without abandon into the pathetic mess the white-haired man had become.

Tears fell from Phainon's eyes as his body was manhandled by the blond, legs shaking while trying to keep himself upright even if he was starting to lose all his strength the more Mydei kept thrusting and hitting dead on what was undeniably his prostate.

“Phainon…” A hungry sound escaped from the kremnoan’s mouth as deft hands caressed Phainon's flushed skin until they found his chest again, starting to fondle and twist his nipples at the same time his hard length kept slamming on Phainon's most sensitive place. “You feel so good. You're perfect. My perfect beta. My perfect mate.”

Phainon came with a shout, voice breaking and body trembling uncontrollably as his legs finally lost the meagre strength they had left and couldn't support his own weight any longer.

Mydei's arms caught him before he could slump boneless into the water. He circled Phainon's torso with one of his arms and leaned back as he gave a sudden, powerful thrust, causing the white-haired man's feet to lift off the ground long enough for the kremnoan to get a hold on one of his thighs.

“NGH—!!?” Phainon's breath caught on his throat at the unexpected position, his heart hammering loudly in his chest as he felt Mydei's hard-on reach even deeper inside of him at the same time he stopped feeling the ground under one of his feet.

“It’s alright, I won't let you fall.” Mydei squeezed the hold on his secured thigh and kissed his cheek, tongue darting out to taste the wetness left behind by the white-haired man's tears. His other hand started moving down, massaging and groping supple flesh until it reached his hip. With a final, reassuring squeeze, he lifted Phainon's other leg.

Phainon yelped, one of his hands latching onto Mydei's hair in a death grip after both of his legs were left dangling in the air.

“Bear with me for a little longer.” Mydei roughly whispered as he placed a fluttering kiss behind the elysian's ear. “I know you can do it.”

Phainon’s head snapped back against Mydei's shoulder, a loud moan ripping from his sore throat when the alpha began jackhammering his hips. The kremnoan’s powerful arms held the back of the swordsman's knees, folding his body in a way that Phainon didn't even know he was capable of. Tears clogged his eyes and blurred his vision, the only senses the white-haired man could rely on were being completely overtaken by pleasure as the only thing he could feel and hear was Mydei.

He could sense the familiar sensation of a tightness beginning to unfurl below his navel as his prostate was relentlessly abused. His moans had transformed into pathetic mewls and whimpers that fell from his lips as Mydei’s hips pushed and pushed against his own. White spots were starting to appear in his vision as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“You're doing so good.” Mydei's hot breath brushed softly against the shell of his ear, voice faltering with each new, powerful thrust of his hips, making the words reach Phainon's ear in low, husky groans. “I'm close. Will you let me pour it all inside you again? Fill you up?”

An enthusiastic nod was the only answer Phainon could give.

Mydei moaned breathlessly at the show of silent approval, hands tightening his hold and rhythm becoming erratic. He started pounding into the other man with intent, the promise of sweet release and impregnating the pliant body of the beta the only thing on his mind.

He wanted —needed— to fill him up, to make him his.

Phainon came with a scream, toes curling from the mind-numbing pleasure at the same time Mydei's teeth broke the soft skin of his neck. His body trembled uncontrollably as he felt the prince's cock twitch inside of him and fill his insides again. His dick spurted weakly as the alpha’s hips grinded against his, trying to get his load as deep as he could. He felt so full, too full. The beta was sure that if he were an omega there was no possible way that he wouldn't have gotten pregnant after this.

After a brief moment of bliss, Phainon groaned in discomfort at the long exertion his legs and back were being put into, a tingling numbness starting to spread from his tailbone to his knees from the position the alpha had him locked in.

He let out a whine as Mydei shifted, every little movement sending a spark of overstimulation through the fried nerves of his sensitive body.

Mydei pulled out with a satisfied sound and carefully helped the other man’s legs back to the floor, the beta instantly dropping his tired body against the edge of the bath once his feet met solid ground. His eyes travelled through the expanse of Phainon's back, following the bites and marks he had left behind, until they reached his entrance. The kremnoan watched with hooded eyes how some of his spend was starting to trail down the milky white thighs. His hand squeezed one of them and slowly crept upwards, cleaning a lone trail of cum that had spilled from Phainon's used hole. Mydei's throat bobbed as he rubbed the digit against the now open entrance, returning his spend to where it belonged. Phainon moaned, voice broken and rough. The alpha's cock twitched in interest.

The kremnoan forced himself to look away and reach for a clean towel before he accidentally triggered another wave of his rut.

"You didn't….” Phainon hesitated, not knowing how to express the doubt that was currently plaguing his mind.

Nonetheless, as always, Mydei understood him.

“Knot you?” the alpha smiled teasingly, slowly assessing the state of the body in front of him. “I would have loved nothing more than that.” He placed another gentle kiss on top of the white-haired man's head, smiling softly when he smelled his scent mingling with Phainon's, “but right now it's not the right time.”

Phainon hummed, totally spent, and closed his eyes. Right. He had almost forgotten where they were.

Mydei smiled and bent his body towards him, fondly kissing the crown of his head one last time. “I'll clean this up quickly so we can go home.”

Home. A word so simple yet so foreign to him. He had had a house in Okhema ever since he joined the Flame-Chase, but a home? He hadn't had one since Aedes Elysiae.

The white-haired man sighed, he should probably ask Aglaea for a week off. At least until his alpha's rut subsided... and he could walk properly again.