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When Mydei cut contact with his father on his eighteenth birthday and moved to Okhema, all he had was his trusted electric guitar and a foolish dream of making it big with his friends.

Most would consider it to be an impulsive, childish decision that would end quicker than it started when the harsh reality undeniably met them face to face. For anyone else, it probably would be the case, but Mydei was determined as hell to prove his father wrong and live on his own terms. Two years of living in a cramped, shabby apartment, eating food that barely passed safety regulations and a constant fight to find at least one producer willing to give a bunch of Kremnoans a chance often wore them out, but not even once did they consider giving up.

And all that hard work eventually paid off – even more than any of them could ever dream off – when their latest album dominated several popularity charts.

Their schedules were now packed with concert tours, studio recordings, interviews and multiple collaboration offers. The huge success even granted them an invitation to the red carpet and to the afterparty with all the entertainment industry big shots.

“Oh come on, Heph! Let our poor Mydeimos live a little!” Perdikkas whines as he grabs Mydei by the shoulders, bringing him closer towards himself and away from Hephaestion's reach. The sudden movement combined with the dizziness from the alcohol almost makes Mydei fall right on top of the man. 

You see, Mydei isn't usually the type to drink a lot; he doesn't enjoy how alcohol strips him of his sense of control and more often than not makes him act dumb. He only made the exception tonight because it's a special occasion and they all deserve to celebrate the success they've been working so hard for. 

“You know damn well he's a lightweight and he clearly drank too much!” Hephaestion states sternly, pulling on his arm and trying to snatch him away from Perdikkas’ hold. “Ptolemy and Peucesta are already in the cab. They can take him home.”

“Have you even asked him if he wants to go?” Leonnius chimes in and Mydei once again finds himself dragged into the opposite direction. It's getting ridiculous. “Besides, he won't be alone! Perdikkas and I are staying, so we'll keep an eye on him.”

The grip on his arm finally loosens slightly. He looks up at Hephaestion and, even with blurry vision, he can tell the man isn't fully convinced just yet. Looks like he needs to finally take matters in his own hands.

“I'll be fine. One more hour or two and we'll be back, promise.” Despite his best efforts, the words come out slurred, but thankfully coherent enough for Hephaestion to finally let go of him.

The man sighs as he eyes the three of them up and down carefully. “Fine! But no more drinks for Mydei.” 

Both Perdikkas and Leonnius nod vigorously and before Mydei can object, Hephaestion is already on his way out. Mydei sinks into the couch with a pout, crossing his arms over his chest. Who does Hephaestion think he is to decide for him!?

The laughter and a light punch to his arm bring him out of his thoughts.

“Alright, since mother hen is gone, what about one more round?” 

Needless to say, it didn't end on just one more round. 

Mydei doesn't know the exact number, but he remembers at least five extra ones. Even now, he picks up another shot that Perdikkas handed him, barely managing to not spill half of it in the process, and downs it in one go. At this point, he no longer feels the burn of the alcohol, which should be a good indicator to stop. 

Not getting up right then and going home is Mydei's first mistake.

The second one comes right after, as he looks around the hall and finally locks eyes with a blond man on the other side of the room. 

Mydei had been eyeing him since the beginning of the party, stealing glances whenever he was sure his friends weren't looking. The stranger is tall, well-built and incredibly sexy. With looks like these, Mydei assumes the man must be either a model or an actor.

And like a final nail to his coffin, Mydei’s drunken mind decides the best course of action is to find out this information himself as he slips away from his friends’ watchful gaze and returns the smile on his way towards the handsome stranger.

“Hey, where did Mydeimos go?” Leonnius asks upon noticing the blond's absence. 

Perdikkas quickly looks around, trying to spot Mydei somewhere in the crowd. Failing to see him anywhere, the man swallows heavily before slowly turning towards his friend. They look at each other in silence; the realization that they lost Mydei settles in. Perdikkas grabs the other man by his shoulders and stares right into his eyes with sheer horror.

“Leonnius, we are so fucked.”

The first thing Mydei feels after waking up is a splitting headache and dryness in his mouth.

He rolls onto his side with a groan, bringing one of his arms up to shield himself from the sunlight. It doesn't help much with the headache, but at least saves his poor eyes from the burning sun and pushes the slight nausea down. He takes a few deep breaths and uses the moment to get his mind straight.

First of all, he's obviously hungover. Very hungover. Probably the most he has ever been in his life. Not that it happened often; he could count every instance on the fingers of one hand, but he was never in such a pitiful state like right now. That's just another reason to stay away from alcohol.

When the initial wave of the sharp headache slowly starts subduing into more manageable dull pain, Mydei focuses on the memories from last night– 

Or lack thereof. 

He furrows his brows, trying to remember the course of events, but his mind is completely blank. The last fuzzy memory he has is Hephaestion pestering him to go home… and checking out a sexy guy at the bar. That's certainly helpful. 

He tries again, searching for anything that could help him figure out what happened after that, but fails miserably. Great, not only is he hungover as hell now, but apparently he was blackout drunk last night too. As annoying as having a huge gap in memory is, he's sure his friends will be more than happy to fill him in on everything he missed as soon as he gets out of bed.

After finally gathering enough strength, Mydei opens his eyes and looks around… not his room. 

It's big and fancy and definitely not his. It's definitely not any of his friends’ either. 

The realization makes his heart beat faster and he quickly sits up, ignoring his pounding headache and stiff muscles. To make matters worse, he's suddenly aware of the fact that he's practically naked too. Panic starts to settle in and he looks around again, blinking furiously, hoping it's all just his brain playing tricks on him.

But no matter how many times Mydei closes and opens his eyes again, he finds himself in not his room, sitting on not his bed with only a pair of boxers and no recollection of how he got here.

Coming back to his senses, he immediately jumps to his feet and searches for his phone. Fate must have smiled upon him because he finds the device barely hanging on a measly one percent battery on the bedside table next to the glass of water and some pills. Yeah, he's absolutely not touching that.

His happiness is very short-lived when he sees the notifications on the screen: 100+ missed calls and 50+ unread messages, all from his friends. He opens the chat with Hephaestion, scrolling through messages to maybe at least get some insight on what happened. 

Hephaestion 

Hephaestion

Mydeimos where the hell are you

3:49 am

Hephaestion

The security guard says you left with some guy

Have you completely lost your mind?

4:06 am

Hephaestion

Pick up the damn phone

I've been calling you for 2 hours

4:37 am

Hephaestion

I knew I shouldn't have left you with those two

Titans, I swear I'm going to kill them

4:50 am

Hephaestion

If you don't give a sign of life till morning, I'm calling Gorgo

5:15 am

Me

I'm alive 

But my battery is dying

I'll contact you later

Do not call mother

7:28 am

Hephaestion is typing…

Mydei doesn't get a chance to read the next message as his screen turns black. At least he managed to send his own in time and hopefully put his friends’ minds at ease. Although, considering he's still at an unfamiliar place with now no way of calling for help, maybe it wasn't the smartest move to assure Hephaestion that he's fine.

Nothing he can do about it now. Besides, he's still alive, so it surely can't be that bad…

But it also can't be this good either when he looks everywhere for his clothes with no success. He glances around in hopes of finding something to cover himself with and his eyes land on a purple shirt draped over the chair. With no other options, he puts on the clothing and steps out into the hallway.

At first glance, the minimalistic decor might be misleading, but Mydei has spent most of his life in luxury, so he quickly notes that the whole house just screams rich. It's spacious, perfectly finished and all the materials are of the highest quality. 

He catches a glimpse of himself in a big mirror next to the stairs and can't help but grimace slightly – somehow he looks even worse than he feels. He's as pale as a sheet of paper and there are very prominent dark eyebags under his bloodshot eyes. His hair is a total mess, the blond strands sticking in every direction and his lips are so dry as if he hasn't drunk in days. On top of that, the shirt he found is a bit too long for him, adding to the sickly and miserable look.

With a sigh, he goes down the stairs quietly and finds himself in the spacious living room. It's decorated in a similar fashion as the upper floor with an addition of some abstract paintings that don't really fit the interior design. 

Mydei abruptly stops in his tracks when he notices a man standing in the open kitchen. He curses himself mentally when the sudden stop results in one of the wooden tiles creaking under his foot. The sound is loud enough to make the man turn around and face Mydei with a small smile.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.”

‘Beauty’ is certainly not a word he would choose to describe himself in his current state. The man is either a complete idiot or straight up mocking him. Assuming it’s the latter, Mydei only grants him a glare in response.

It doesn't seem to deter the stranger in the slightest. The smile is still present on his face and his golden eyes are locked onto Mydei. They glide over his body, glinting when they skim over the shirt draped over his shoulders; the intense gaze makes Mydei instinctively cross his arms in an attempt to cover himself up more.

Realizing he won’t get any verbal reply, the man chuckles softly and gestures towards the chair. “Come on, take a seat. I don’t bite.”

Just bring blackout drunk strangers to your house, Mydei thinks as he weighs his options carefully. He still has no idea where exactly he is and his phone is dead, so he can’t ask any of his friends to come pick him up without first talking to the man. He can’t exactly just leave on his own either, unless he asks the guy for his clothes. A resigned sigh leaves his mouth as he comes to the realization that, ultimately, all roads lead to the stranger. 

Reluctantly, he makes his way towards the kitchen and takes the moment to observe the man closely. Similarly to Mydei, he has blond hair, albeit shorter and a few shades lighter than his own. The tight black T-shirt he's wearing accentuates his muscles and Mydei finds it surprisingly hard to shift his gaze away from the man's bulging bicep. Focus Mydeimos. The guy might be a total creep for all he knows, but he just can’t shake the feeling he has seen him before. 

Instead of using one of the chairs, Mydei pulls himself up to sit directly on top of the counter, close to the man. This way he makes up for the slight height difference between the two of them and Mydei notices a golden sun tattoo on the man’s neck poking from under the T-shirt's collar. The stranger raises an eyebrow in amusement and he leans against the counter, eyes boring into Mydei's. The small wrinkles in their corners betray the fact that the man is much older than his looks would suggest. 

Suddenly, he picks up a cup and holds it out to Mydei. 

“Coffee?” He offers, tilting his head. Hesitantly, Mydei takes the steaming cup from his hands with a small nod. That brings out another small laugh from the man as he reaches for another mug and starts the coffee machine. “You were far more vocal last night.”

Mydei almost drops the cup he's holding at the comment. A million thoughts run through his head and for a moment he even forgets about his throbbing headache. If he was vocal – as the man put it – that means he had to at least be sober enough to talk when they first met and not wasted to the point of unconsciousness. The choice of words was peculiar too, and a dreadful thought he's been trying to push away finally settles in his mind.

“Did we-” Mydei starts, his voice still raspy after the night. With his coffee finally done, the man's attention is fully back on him. Mydei swallows hard and clears his throat before continuing. “Did we do it…?”

The stranger blinks at him slowly a few times, clearly a bit lost. It doesn't take long before his eyes widen in understanding and the initial confusion quickly dissipates.

“Oh- No,” the man lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “No, we didn’t.” Mydei sighs with relief at that. He still has no idea what happened last night, but at least he can cross out getting fucked by a stranger from the list of possibilities. “Don't get me wrong, you looked absolutely ravishing and were extremely eager, but too drunk for me to indulge you.”

Nevermind. Any relief he felt for a brief moment disappeared instantly. What did the man mean by ‘extremely eager’? 

“But,” Mydei doesn't get a chance to ponder about it any longer when the man suddenly finds himself right in front of him and pushes his knees apart. “I don't mind doing it right now.”

The situation leaves Mydei completely speechless and he can't do anything other than stare in absolute shock at the stranger now settled between his legs. 

The older man's golden eyes meet his own as he leisurely strokes up and down Mydei's bare thighs. From this close, Mydei can make out more faint wrinkles and he catches himself thinking that the stranger is undeniably attractive. His breath hitches at the light squeeze, which in response, grants him a warm smile that is so, so inviting–

“I don't know you,” Mydei manages to choke out, but doesn't move away from the man; the last sliver of rationality finds its way to his mind and pulls him back to reality. No matter how tempting the offer might be, he needs answers first.

Something seems to click inside the stranger's mind at that and he pulls away with a serious expression on his face.

“Wait, you don’t remember anything?” He asks and Mydei just nods his head in confirmation. In an instant, he takes his hands off Mydei and finally gives him much needed space to set his thoughts straight. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I thought you at least recall some of it…”

The slight guilt is present on his face and Mydei can’t help but find the resemblance to a kicked puppy. Quite a pathetic look for a grown man. Mydei just sighs; time for him to save them both any more awkwardness. 

“So, would you mind filling me in on what happened last night?” He gets straight to the point, his posture a bit more relaxed now. “Preferably starting with your name.”

Thankfully, it seems to be enough to put the man at ease and even bring back the smile on his face. He extends a hand towards Mydei, who almost scoffs at the sudden politeness, considering that the same hand had been all over his thigh just a moment ago. 

“Khaslana,” the stranger – Khaslana – says as Mydei shakes his hand. “Come sit at the table. I'll make us breakfast, Mydeimos.”

Oh, right. It makes sense for the man to remember his name, but it still takes Mydei by surprise. “Just Mydei is fine.” He mumbles, jumping down from the counter. 

Khaslana quickly gets to work, settling for simple scrambled eggs for both of them. Mydei observes him quietly from his spot as he sips on the coffee and winces at the bitter taste. Normally, he would add milk, but he supposes this should get him back on his feet faster. 

In no time, a plate lands in front of him and, with a quick thanks, he starts eating while Khaslana takes a seat across from him. If it weren't for the circumstances, Mydei would consider it almost domestic. After a moment, Khaslana clears his throat, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to find a good way to start.

“There was a party last night right after the ceremony. You came with a group of friends, spending most of the time in each other's company. We started exchanging glances, but you always turned your gaze away quickly, but I assume you remember this much,” Mydei hums in agreement; he does remember checking out a hot guy at the party, he just didn't connect the dots that it was Khaslana. “At some point later in the night you finally made a move and came up to me.”

…that's the part Mydei has no recollection of. He looks up at Khaslana questioningly, prompting him to continue. 

“We chatted, I bought you a few drinks and you got quite clingy,” Khaslana recounts with a small laugh. Could be worse, Mydei thinks, trying to push the embarrassment down. “So I told you I'm probably old enough to be your father, which brought out an ah–... interesting reaction from you.”

The words hit him like a truck. Okay, it just got worse. He doesn't even need to ask what kind of reaction it was; the sheepish smile and a light blush on Khaslana's face tell him more than enough. The mental image of himself getting all excited at the mere mention of the man's age makes him groan. He's too embarrassed to even look at Khaslana and nothing could prepare him for what comes next.

“We found a cozy spot and made out for a while before your ideas started getting indecent so we had to leave to avoid trouble.”

Thanatos just take him now, he's ready.

Mydei regrets asking. He should have stayed in blissful ignorance and never thought back to that night. But no, he just had to know everything, as if waking up in a strangers’ house wasn't bad enough in itself. After what feels like eternity, he lifts his head just to be met with Khaslana's playful smirk. That bastard is clearly enjoying his suffering and Mydei decides he much more preferred the guilty puppy look on him. 

“Give me my clothes back,” he snaps, wanting nothing more than to just get out of here as quickly as possible. 

“Oh? But I haven't finished yet and you look rather good in my shirt–”

“Clothes. Now.” Mydei doesn't care; it's been more than enough humiliation for today and he is in no mood to humor the old man any longer. “And get me home.”

“So bossy,” Khaslana comments as he gets up from the chair. He stops next to Mydei, placing his hand in front of him on the table and leaning down just slightly. “I think we should work on that attitude of yours.”

There's the same hungry glint in Khaslana's eyes as before and Mydei hates the way his heart skips a beat at the low voice. It doesn't sound like a threat – more like an invitation. First the touching, now this… it’s all too much too quickly. Just what exactly is Khaslana's deal… and does he really think a quick recap of last night would be enough for Mydei to suddenly change his mind and be all over him again!? The thought sets Mydei back on track before his stupid hungover brain gets some silly ideas.

Seems like Khaslana got the hint and swiftly moves away to continue on his task. Mydei decides to follow him, hoping to clear his mind from the recent interaction. Calm down, you don’t know him, he tries to convince himself, but can’t hide the fact how his heart is still pounding in his chest. They get to the living room and Khaslana hands him his clothes back. Mydei raises an eyebrow upon finding them to be freshly washed.

“You spilled a drink all over yourself, so I washed them for you,” Khaslana explains with his typical gentle smile back on his face. Mydei really hopes it was in fact just a drink; he wouldn't survive the possibility of throwing up all over himself and having the older man clean up the mess.

He quickly pulls his jeans up and throws on a top and a leather jacket, before tying up his boots. All his jewelry is tucked away safely in one of the pockets and only his sunglasses are missing from their case. He must have lost them at the party. Such a shame it was his favorite pair.

With a sigh, he puts the empty case back in his pocket and looks around for Khaslana. The man is already waiting for him at the door in a simple navy blue coat and a pair of black sunglasses. 

Khaslana opens the front door for him and then leads him to the expensive black car. He closes the passenger door behind him and Mydei can't help but roll his eyes at that. The old man likes playing a gentleman, huh?

The ride home was uneventful. Mydei's headache got even worse, so after giving Khaslana his address, he just pressed his head against the cold glass in hopes of soothing the pain. 

“You didn't take the painkillers I left you?” Khaslana asks, slight worry in his voice as he glances at Mydei from the corner of his eye.

“Of course not. I'm not that stupid to just take random pills after waking up in a stranger’s bed.” But stupid enough to even get there in the first place.

Khaslana chuckles at the audible pout in his voice. “I suppose that's fair.” 

After that, they both stay quiet, which Mydei greatly appreciates. The memory of Khaslana between his legs in the kitchen and then the low scold are still fresh in his mind, playing with his brain. The car drives swiftly through relatively empty roads and soon they arrive at their destination. 

“Thanks for the ride.”

Just when Mydei is about to open the door, a hand wraps around his wrist to stop him. He turns towards Khaslana with a puzzled look, but before he can say anything, the man puts his sunglasses on Mydei's face.

“I know you lost your pair so keep mine as a replacement for now,” he says with a wink and a pat on his chest.

Mydei doesn't really need them – he can easily afford a new pair and he's sure Khaslana knows that too. Still, he doesn't mention that, just nods his head and gets out of the car without another word. He watches Khaslana drive off and makes his way towards the front door.

Even more confusing thoughts cloud his mind and he dreams of nothing more than throwing himself back to bed with Fig Stew cuddled in his arms. He can figure out his conflicting feelings regarding Khaslana later.

Mydei fumbles with the keys just to find his door surprisingly unlocked.

“You look like shit.”

As soon as he walks in, an annoyed voice reaches his ears. With a deep sigh, he slowly turns his head towards the man standing in the hallway. “Good morning to you too, Hephaestion.”

Hephaestion drops his hands, utterly exasperated and Mydei can feel the lecture coming. “‘Good morning’,” he mocks with a hysterical laugh. “You disappear without a trace and all you have to say is good morning!? Where have you been, Mydeimos?”

Despite all the anger, Mydei is well aware Hephaestion is truly worried about him. He can see his foot tapping against the floor and fingers twitching as a multitude of dark scenarios probably still haunt his mind. Mydei feels a sudden pang of guilt in his chest when he remembers the frantic messages and missed calls; his friends must have been so concerned meanwhile all this time he was messing with a guy much older than him.

“Sorry…” Having to explain what happened won’t elude him, but apologizing for making them worry is the least he can do right now. A sigh falls from Hephaestion’s lips and Mydei notices his shoulders relax a little. That’s a good sign, but he knows the man won’t let him go off the hook so easily.

But someone else comes to Mydei’s aid upon the slight commotion. Small taps can be heard on the floor followed by a quiet meow when the fluffy orange cat rubs against his legs. Mydei smiles fondly at Fig Stew and scoops him up in his arms. The cat purrs contently as Mydei rubs his belly and only the sound of Hephaestion pointedly clearing his throat brings him back on track.

They sit down on the couch, Hephaestion’s intense stare urging Mydei to finally speak. With one last deep inhale, he repeats what Khaslana told him, omitting the embarrassing parts and useless details that his friend definitely doesn't need to know about. Silence falls when he finishes, disturbed only by Fig Stew meowing and pawing at Mydei to get all his attention back on himself. 

“So, you’re telling me,” Hephaestion starts slowly, finally breaking the suffocating silence, “that you flirted and went home with Khaslana? The Khaslana? One of the most popular actors on the whole Amphoreus and you didn’t even recognise him?” 

Any trace of anger in Hephaestion’s voice was completely replaced by sheer disbelief. So what that Mydei didn’t recognise the man? He doesn’t watch a lot of movies and he’s not particularly interested in which actor currently has the most fans drooling after them. What matters to him is his band and his music.

“Mydei,” Hephaestion speaks again, albeit much softer than before. “I don’t plan on getting involved in your love life or whatever you two have going on,” Mydei tries to object, but Hephaestion continues before he gets the chance, “But he's like twice your age so just watch out and pray that he's not some creep."

Well, Hephaestion has a point. That is, if Mydei ever planned on getting involved with the man, which he doesn't. Totally. He much rather forget the humiliating night and move on with his life.

“I’ll get going now. I still need to kill Leonnius and Perdikkas for losing you,” Hephaestion gets up with a laugh. The tension finally leaves his body after the talk.

Mydei chuckles too, feeling the weight of the eventful morning slowly lifting. “Don’t be too harsh on them. It was ultimately my fault.” 

“I’ll think about it. Now rest, I was serious about you looking like shit.”

And with that, Hephaestion walks out through the door. Mydei just huffs, and with Fig Stew still in his arms, maneuvers over the coach backrest to plug in his phone. It proves to be quite a challenge with how big the cat is.

“We need to get you on a diet. You’ve gotten quite heavy-” Mydei cuts off when he notices a small card falling out of his pocket. He picks it up and his amusement is quickly replaced with a frown when he reads what’s written on it.

I hope my behaviour didn’t offend you. I’d hate for us to end up on bad terms, so if you desire a proper apology or wish to set some things straight, don’t hesitate to contact me ~ Khaslana (xxx - xxx - 496)

It's been two weeks since that cursed night. 

And two weeks of Mydei losing his mind over that man. 

The card from Khaslana sits hidden in his bedside drawer, taunting Mydei everyday as he tries his best to leave the memory of the man in the past. He should have thrown it away immediately, but something prevented him from doing so. 

And it drives him insane. He has no business thinking about Khaslana everyday, but these golden eyes and a gentle smile flash in his mind whenever he closes his eyes and he can feel the phantom touch lingering on his body. Ironically, the harder he tries to push the thoughts away, the more prominent they get. 

“Sir, please relax your face. I can't do your makeup when you're frowning like that,” the girl's voice snaps him out of spiraling deeper into the pit of thoughts about Khaslana. He apologizes and loosens up his muscles, allowing the makeup artist to continue her work. 

Thanks to their huge success, their manager scored them a deal with a big production company for the music video for their newest single. Apparently, they even got a famous movie star to take part in it too. Mydei doesn't understand why it's necessary – their music sells perfectly well on its own and hiring a popular actor brings unnecessary costs. But everyone around him acts like it's a huge deal, whispering and giggling about how lucky they got, so he just trusts their judgment.

With his makeup now done, Mydei still has some time to spare before filming starts so he decides to waste it by scrolling on his phone.

He has no idea what prompts him to do that, but instead of opening any social media app to look at cute cat videos, he goes to the browser. It's a bad idea. He was supposed to forget Khaslana, so why is his finger now slowly typing the man's name into the search bar? Insane, Mydei thinks to himself, but doesn't stop. Completely insane. So much fighting with his thoughts just to willingly dig himself an even deeper hole.

Mydei hits enter and multiple sites pop out on his screen. Unsurprisingly, a decent chunk of them are gossip articles with clickbait titles. He goes over them quickly to make sure none of them mention the red carpet afterparty, but thankfully it's all clear. Just a bunch of typical ‘11 Unbelievable Facts about Khaslana – The Main Lead of Popular TV Series ‘Saga of Heroes'’ (he wonders if it includes his awful interior design skills) or ‘Is Khaslana a Dog or a Cat Person? Find Out in Our Q&A With Amphoreus’ Beloved Star’. Definitely a dog person, Mydei thinks to himself before going further. ‘Things Are Getting Spicy! A Fan Calculated The Estimated Size of Khaslana’s–’ Mydei immediately scrolls down with a red face. Nope, not reading this one. It's the last thing he wants to think about right now.

In order to distract himself from unwanted thoughts, he opens the actor's profile on a trusted movie database. The first thing that shows up is the man's personal information and Mydei swallows hard when he reads: Age: 39. Khaslana really wasn't exaggerating when he said he's old enough to be his father. 

Deliberately ignoring the heat pooling between his legs, Mydei scrolls down to another section. Khaslana's filmography is impressive, with most of his movies getting top ratings and winning multiple awards. 

After going through a (very) long list of films, TV series and guest appearances, Mydei finally gets to the photo gallery. One picture in particular catches his attention and he clicks on it for more information. It's from the set of the old popular TV series ‘Saga of Heroes’, in which Khaslana played the main role of a young knight destined to save the world. He couldn't be older than Mydei in this photo, with his boyish features, messy white wig and blue contact lenses. Handsome back then and even hotter now, aging like a fine wine.

“Please sir, take a seat. We will be starting off shortly,” the assistant says to someone, but Mydei is too busy going through the rest of the photos to pay attention. He hears the door closing and steps moving in his direction.

“If you had called, I'd have gladly showed you the real thing.”

Oh, that voice.

Mydei freezes, his finger still hovering over a photo of a shirtless Khaslana as he looks up to see the same man looking down at him, clearly amused. Blush spreads across his face and he wishes the ground could just swallow him whole.

Of course that the big star working with them just had to be no other than Khaslana.

The filming went surprisingly well considering Mydei could barely focus for the majority of it, especially during the many scenes he shared with Khaslana. Who even came up with this idea?

With everything wrapping up, they all get a moment to rest in the wardrobe. At this point, all of his friends are aware of the events of that dreadful night, so of course, they use the occasion to tease him. 

“Man, we totally should have added a kissing scene,” Leonnius sighs, sprawling on the couch dramatically.

“Or even better: a whole ass making out session,” Perdikkas adds enthusiastically. “Our love birds would absolutely love that and we would hit like a billion views!”

Ptolemy just shuts his book with an exhausted exhale. “I'd like to remind you we were filming a music video, not an erotic movie.”

“Besides, our Mydeimos still hasn't made a single move since two weeks even though it's about time,” Peucesta, who's been quietly tuning his guitar, chimes in.

Mydei doesn't even care to listen to whatever nonsense they're all spitting. But one thing is correct: it's about damn time to do something with Khaslana now that he showed up in his life again. He watches the older man chatting with his manager and he looks for the opportunity to have a quick talk with him.

Hephaestion must have noticed his slight anxiety because he patted his back reassuringly in hopes of calming him down. Good to know that at least one of his friends is on his side.

Khaslana finally finishes speaking and when their eyes meet, Mydei springs to his feet and drags the man to the side. After making sure the spot is secluded enough, he glares at the older man.

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” Mydei asks. There's no point in dancing around the subject when he has already learnt the role was picked by the actor himself. 

Khaslana raises his hand in surrender, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Guilty as charged.”

“Why?”

The older shrugs as a smirk creeps up on his face. “I couldn't get you out of my head and since you didn't contact me, I decided to take matters into my own hands. It just so happened that the perfect opportunity arose.” 

Mydei scoffs at that, but quickly falls silent when a hand cups his cheek. “What are you–”

“And I know you've been thinking about me too,” a thumb brushes over his bottom lip and Mydei can feel his pulse quickening. “Don't think I already forgot how you looked at me that night and the morning after and even at these old photos today,” the pressure is almost enough to pry his lips open as Khaslana leans down closer to him. “You are clearly attracted to me and I'm clearly attracted to you. That's why I'm offering one more night together, the one you won't regret this time.”

It's the same tone as back then in the kitchen. A clear invitation. Khaslana's words make his head spin. His breathing is rigid, but he can't turn his gaze away from the blinding gold. Insane. They're both insane. There's no way Khaslana did it all just for a one-night stand and there's absolutely no way that Mydei is even considering it. 

Suddenly, Khaslana pulls away with a light tap to his cheek and with the same warm smile that clashes harshly with the offer he just made.

“Call me when you make up your mind.”

The phone screen illuminates Mydei's face in the dark bedroom. He's been staring at it for a solid hour now, grimacing as if the typed out number personally offended him. He was supposed to rest after filming, but instead spent the whole evening thinking about his previous interaction with Khaslana and even now he can't sleep all thanks to the man.

It's true that he finds him attractive, but honestly, who doesn’t? If the number of outright obscene comments he's seen online about the man is any indicator, then over half of Amphoreus shares the sentiment. But not half of Amphoreus gets an invitation for sex…

Mydei groans. Stupid Khaslana has been messing with his head since he first laid his eyes on the older man. The events at the party can be blamed on alcohol, the following morning on a hangover and confusion, but there is no explanation for the past two weeks spent with Khaslana on his mind. He can try, but in the end there is no denying that he simply wants that man. And he clearly wants Mydei in return. One more night…

A soft meow eases his tormented mind. He picks Fig Stew up and looks straight into his big round eyes. With his mind set on a decision, he whispers seriously to the fluffy creature. “Fig Stew, your dad is about to do something very stupid.”

“Meow?”

What the hell is he doing?

As soon as he finishes the call, Mydei goes straight for his closet. Adrenaline is still pumping in his veins, drowning down the thoughts as he quickly gets dressed in a simple v-neck red top, black boot cut jeans and trusted leather jacket. He ignores the slight tremble of his hands as he crosses a few strands of his hair into a small braid.

The second thoughts start to flood Mydei's mind as he waits at his front door. He's not sure why he decided to meet with Khaslana immediately; he could have easily chosen a different date, given himself more time to think and approach the situation with a clearer head. But maybe that's exactly why he jumped straight into it, too afraid he would never find the courage again to make this decision. 

Before the doubt can fully settle in, a car pulls up in the driveway. For a second, Mydei considers turning on his heels, running back inside his house to bury himself under the covers and pretend nothing ever happened. 

Instead, the car door closes with a click when he sits down in the passenger seat. Mydei doesn't say a word; doesn't even look at Khaslana as the car starts moving. Despite his best efforts, he must look nervous anyway because soon he feels a hand on his knee giving him a reassuring squeeze. As much as he hates to admit it, the firm hold actually helps to calm down his nerves and even a tinge of excitement starts blooming in his chest. 

Mydei finally decides to glance at the man next to him. Even with his eyes focused on the road, Khaslana looks relaxed, pleased almost. Like driving a guy home for a hookup is the most normal thing in the world to him. And maybe it is – with Khaslana's popularity and looks, it's probably easy to find someone for casual fun. For some reason, the thought leaves a bitter taste in Mydei's mouth. 

The car stops in front of Khaslana's house and the man squeezes Mydei's knee again to get his attention. “We don't have to do this. One word and I'll drive you back home.” 

That's… not what Mydei expected to hear. Not because it was a weird thing, quite the contrary, he just didn't consider backing off since they left. The decision had settled in his mind some time ago and almost all the remaining anxiety turned into anticipation. If he's already making a mistake, then he might as well get the most out of it. 

With his new-found courage, he meets the man's soft gaze and smirks. “Getting cold feet now? You were practically ready to eat me up earlier on the set,” Mydei mocks as he leans closer, eyes lighting up in challenge. “Or maybe you're just scared you won't be able to keep up, old man?”

Something shifts between them. Khaslana's gaze hardens and the grip on Mydei's knee tightens, but the smile on his face is as soft as before.

“No, I'm just making sure you know there's an exit in case you change your mind.” 

Hmph as if. He hasn't spent all this time fighting his emotions to just bury them again right after finally letting his desire take the lead. 

Instead of any verbal reply, Mydei chooses a more direct measure and lunges forward to kiss the man. Before his lips can reach Khaslana, a hand quickly grabs his face, keeping him in place. Mydei frowns and tries to get away from the restraint, but the hold is relentless. 

“Eager aren't we?” Khaslana muses. He tilts his head and squeezes Mydei's cheeks, enjoying how the gesture makes him furrow his brows. “I'll take that as a yes. Anything off the table before we start?” 

The question takes Mydei slightly aback. “What?”

“I'm asking if there's something you particularly don't want to do.” 

Oh. Well, honestly speaking, Mydei has no way of knowing that with his lack of experience. He still at least thinks about it as Khaslana awaits his answer patiently. After a moment, he shrugs his shoulders and a grin spreads across his face.

“No. Show me what you've got.”

It seems to be all the confirmation Khaslana needs. His eyes glint dangerously and the soft smile sharpens as his hand leaves Mydei's face and travels to the back of his head. Khaslana leans closer and Mydei tries to go for a kiss again just for the man to dodge his mouth swiftly. 

“Are you fucking kidding me,” he groans, clearly growing frustrated at yet another fail.

Khaslana sneaks his hand into the blond locks and tugs on his hair harshly. Disappointment is painted on his face as if he's looking down on a misbehaving child. “We should start with teaching you some respect.”

Mydei snickers as he once again meets Khaslana's gaze head on. 

“Respect is earned, not taught. Don't think you'll get any just because you're old.”

He yelps when his head gets yanked backwards forcefully. He tries to move, but the grip just tightens at every attempt. With the new angle, Khaslana now looms over him, his eyes cold and Mydei suddenly feels so, so small under the man's gaze.

“I'd like to remind you that this is my house and my rules. So, unless you want me to take you back to your place, you will behave. Understood?”

This new tone is much lower than any other Khaslana used on him before and carries much more authority. Every word is said with precision, leaving no room for objections. Mydei would love to try regardless, but he's on thin ice already, so he bites his tongue for now and nods his head. 

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir,” Mydei hisses through gritted teeth. 

This finally satisfies Khaslana and he lets go of his hair and he's back to his gentle self. Mydei finds it a bit scary how quickly the man's whole demeanor can change completely. Scary and exciting. This might just be the best mistake of his life.

“Good,” Khaslana says fondly as he leans over to place a soft kiss on Mydei's forehead. The unexpected gesture leaves Mydei stunned and he can only watch with eyes wide open as the man gets out of the car. He circles the vehicle and opens the passenger door, offering his hand for Mydei to take. “Shall we go inside now?”

One part of Mydei wants to slap the hand away – walk on his own with his chin up and save his remaining pride. The other folds at the sweetness of Khaslana's voice, masking his earlier harsh commands. 

Mydei reaches out and allows Khaslana to interlock their fingers together. They walk hand in hand, shoulders brushing with every step. Mydei's pulse is ringing in his ears and adrenaline rushing through his veins in anticipation of what's to come. 

When the lock clicks behind them, Mydei shreds all his remaining sanity and pulls Khaslana down for a feverish kiss. He pours all the bottled up emotions of the past two weeks into it, melting against the older man's lips. This time, Khaslana doesn't stop him and even tilts his head for a more comfortable angle. He lets Mydei guide the kiss for a while, which he uses to try pushing his tongue between the man's lips.

Before he gets the chance to venture deeper, Mydei feels himself flipped around, face pressed into the wall. Khaslana twists both of his arms behind his back, keeping them in place with one hand while the other rests on Mydei's thigh. 

“Don't get ahead of yourself, Mydeimos,” a hot breath ghosts over Mydei's ear as the man behind him presses closer, trapping him between the wall and his body. With Khaslana's chest glued to his back, Mydei can feel the older's heartbeat surprisingly steady compared to his own racing one. “You take only what I give you, unless you ask nicely.”

Despite the painful strain of his arms and his knees getting weak from their proximity, Mydei laughs breathily. The hand on his thigh squeezes in a warning as he cocks his head backwards to look Khaslana in the eyes with a mocking smirk.

“Well, too bad sir, because I always get what I want.”

A momentarily distraction is all Mydei needs to brush his lips against Khaslana's. It lasts barely a second before the hand on his leg shoots up to pin him by his nape. Even in new uncomfortable position, he still smiles gloatingly, because seeing the fleeting shocked expression on Khaslana's face is the sweetest victory in his book. 

“Spoiled brat,” Khaslana says under his breath, inching even closer. 

The movement quickly wipes the smirk off Mydei's face when he feels the hardness pressing against his ass. He even forgets about the straining pain as he swallows dryly just thinking about the size of Khaslana's length. The older man must have felt his throat bobbing because he rolls his hips experimentally and Mydei whimpers. Blush spreads across his cheeks at the embarrassing sound and he bites on his lip to not let any more of them slip. It proves to be harder than expected with Khaslana now rubbing against him.

“Hm, what happened, Mydei?” Khaslana asks with a feigned concern, as if he's not fully aware of what exactly he's doing. Mydei stays silent, not trusting his voice at the moment and his legs quiver at a particularly harsh thrust. “You loved to run your mouth just a moment ago.”

Khaslana nips on his ear, his hips still moving and making Mydei dizzy. A shaky breath leaves his lips as the heat between his legs becomes more apparent with every passing second. After a few more slow humps, the grip on his wrists and neck finally loosens. Mydei stays in place, only rolling his shoulders to relieve the strain. 

The air cools his heated skin when Khaslana takes off his jacket and top, throwing them to the side. Even before the command comes, Mydei puts his hands up against a wall; not to please the man, just to ground himself. Or at least that's what he tells himself.

“Good boy,” Khaslana presses a kiss to his cheek as he whispers against his skin. And oh. These two words shouldn't have affected him this much. They shouldn't have made his pussy throb and his skin flush all over. 

And definitely not make him want to curl up in Khaslana's arms and listen to that deep voice whisper soft praises into his ear.

Hands now roam freely over his muscular back, fingers tracing along the tattoos spreading there and Mydei focuses on the touch to bring himself back down to earth. Soon lips follow the path mapped out by red ink, moving up along his spine and finishing with a wet kiss on his nape. 

“I've been dreaming everyday about having you like this since the party,” Khaslana's hands move towards Mydei's chest and waist, wrapping around him tightly. He nuzzles his face into the crook of Mydei's neck, leaving small pecks on the column of his throat. “Imagining you in my bed, under my hands,” he murmurs into the heated skin. One hand squeezes Mydei's peck, drawing out a sharp gasp out of him, while the other is splayed over his toned abs. “Wearing my shirt just like you did that morning. I wanted to fuck you so badly on that kitchen counter,” the fingers on his stomach travel lower and reach the waistband of his jeans. Khaslana's cock presses against him, even harder than before. The sensations from every side overwhelm Mydei and he can taste blood on his tongue when he bites too hard on his lip.

“Nobody has ever made me lose my mind like you have, Mydei.”

The hand finally dips into his underwear and rips the first proper moan from Mydei as his knees buckle under him. Khaslana spreads his folds and immediately pushes his middle finger inside and Mydei can feel him smile against his skin at how easily it slips inside thanks to the wetness. Even his own body betrays him. Before Mydei gets a chance to curse him out, the finger inside him curls, successfully preventing him from even opening his mouth. 

His nails scrape against the wall as he tries to regulate his breathing. Almost impossible task given how Khaslana is now mouthing all over his neck. Teeth sink into his skin just for the warm tongue to lick over the marks. It's laughable how easily Khaslana can get him to this state with just a single finger and a few touches. He usually needs solid stimulation to even start getting close; meanwhile, the old man did it in minutes with barely anything.

“Look at you, folding so easily at the smallest of pleasure,” the second finger slides in and Mydei shivers. 

“Shut up,” it comes out way weaker than Mydei would like to with the two digits now working together to stretch him open. Although, given how much slick is pooling between his legs, he wonders if it's even needed.

“Tsk you finally decide to speak again just to act disrespectful," Khaslana sighs, disappointed. His movements slow down and instead of giving Mydei the pressure he craves, the fingers just tease around his opening, shallowly slipping in and out. “And here I thought you've learned a thing or two, Mydeimos.”

Mydei wants to hit his head against the wall when Khaslana's hand starts to retreat completely, stripping him from any stimulation. He's so worked up already, wanting nothing more than those fingers back inside his cunt giving him awaited release, so he grits his teeth and pushes back against the clothed length.

“You talk way too damn much and do too little for someone so desperate to get his dick wet since two weeks–”

Before he can finish, he gets cut off by fingers plunging into his mouth. 

“After consideration, I think I actually prefer you being quiet,” Khaslana muses, rubbing Mydei's tongue leisurely.

It really has no business feeling as good as it does. It should piss him off even more; first getting denied pleasure and now the right to speak, but Mydei's shocked expression quickly relaxes, annoyance almost fully forgotten as his tongue laps at the fingers instinctively. He doesn't even realize that he's about to suck at the fingers when a low chuckle snaps him back to reality. What the hell is he doing!? Letting the old man make a laughingstock out of him. Get a grip Mydeimos.

He's ready to shoot Khaslana a glare and spit his fingers out when the man laughs again, snapping Mydei's patience.

“All bark and no bite–” 

Oh, but Mydei does bite. And he bites hard.

He bites hard enough to make Khaslana hiss and spin him around. The fingers hit the back of Mydei’s throat and he chokes around them, hand flying up to wrap around the man's wrist. Tears gather in the corners of his eyes and he looks up at Khaslana just to be met with a cold, dark gaze. Mydei squirms under the scowl, but he can't look away.

Khaslana continues to push his fingers deeper, forcing Mydei's jaw open and flattening them against his wet tongue. Drool runs down his chin and his breathing becomes labored, but Khaslana pays it no mind – still pressing further with that commanding expression. It breaks something in Mydei. His eyelashes flutter and he blinks once, twice and then he moans, loudly and unabashedly as he–

“You–” the hold on Khaslana's wrist loosens as he slips his fingers out of Mydei's mouth; only a string of saliva connects them to his lips. “You… came,” Khaslana huffs, completely astounded, “You came just from that.”

Khaslana's pupils are blown wide; no trace of anger is left as he looks down at Mydei in pure bewilderment. 

He… what?

Quick, heavy pants are falling from his still parted lips as Mydei glances down at his shaking legs. He feels hot all over, his vision is hazy and his cunt is twitching in – what he's suddenly very aware of – sticky underwear. His mind finally catches on and he burns up from embarrassment. 

He really did come.

And all it took to tip him over the edge was Khaslana's stern glare.

Mydei turns his head away in shame; his bottom lip is trembling and he feels tears pricking at the back of his eyes. Whether they are from his recent orgasm or humiliation, he doesn't know. And he doesn't care. All he thinks about now is getting out of here, saving himself the scraps of his dignity. 

A man like Khaslana would surely prefer a better sex partner anyway; preferably one that's not a virgin or at least doesn't cum like one.

With his gaze still averted, Mydei tries to push Khaslana out of his way when suddenly he finds himself pulled into a passionate kiss. It's enough to stop him in his tracks and his eyes widen at the abrupt change. The man cradles his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks as a tongue pushes past his lips. Despite the obvious hunger in the movements, the kiss feels oddly comforting and Mydei lets himself be guided by Khaslana's mouth.

Apparently, everything involving this man is bound to leave him confused, because why is Khaslana kissing him so intensely after he just ruined the mood? Why does he hold Mydei's face so tenderly with their tongues intertwined, making him melt and forget the shame.

“Titans, what am I going to do with you,” Khaslana says with a shake of his head as he breaks the kiss. He stares into Mydei's still glassy eyes with fascination and a hint of something almost predatory. 

Ah, so that's why – Khaslana is actually enjoying it. Mydei truly is not sure whether he should be glad or feel even more humiliated because of that.

It's not like he gets the chance to worry about it any longer when, all of the sudden, he's lifted up by a pair of strong arms. His legs instinctively wrap around Khaslana's waist to not fall down, but seeing how effortlessly the man carries him deeper into the house, he would manage to keep him up just fine.

“HKS, I can walk,” Mydei complains, but it lacks any real bite to it. He's more relaxed now and even drapes his arms loosely around the man's neck as they go up the stairs. 

Khaslana props Mydei on one arm as he opens the bedroom door with a hum. Hmph, what a showoff. Mydei rolls his eyes, but he can't ignore his mouth watering at the display of strength. But his legs squeezing harder are purely a result of not fully trusting the man to hold his weight. 

“Not for long,” a barely audible laugh reaches Mydei's ears as he gets thrown on the (already familiar) bed. 

He props himself on the silky sheets, about to give some snarky remark, but the words die in his throat at the view in front of him. 

And oh what a view it is.

Khaslana stands at the foot of the bed, looking down at Mydei with hunger as he unbuttons his shirt, slowly revealing his firm chest. Mydei's gaze trails over his form – from the golden tattoo right under his collarbones, down his chiseled abs and finally reaching the prominent tent in his pants. It should be illegal for a man his age to be built this well on top of having a pretty face and packing… that. 

“Much better than that photo, isn't it?” 

Actually, talking that much should be illegal too. Mydei doesn't grant Khaslana any response – not like the man needed one – as the mattress dips under the added weight. Khaslana's moves are slow and deliberate, like a wolf stalking its prey. 

Mydei swallows at the sight and tries to wrap his legs around the man's waist again, but he barely manages to lift them up from bed when firm hands pin them back down.

“Oh no, sweetheart,” Khaslana's gaze hardens as he slips right back to his previous act. “As endearing your little performance downstairs was to watch, it doesn't excuse your behavior.” 

The hands pinning his thighs now wander towards his hips and up to his chest, feeling him up shamelessly on the way. “I was not expecting your call right away so unfortunately I didn't have time to prepare accordingly for the night, but we'll manage.” 

Khaslana moves further up, knees on both sides of Mydei's waist as he looms over him. “You clearly love using your mouth for better or worse,” he notes, pressing a thumb on Mydei's bottom lip for emphasis before trailing his hand higher to interlock his fingers in the blond strands. “A gag would be ideal, but with current circumstances, we'll have to work with something else.”

With that, Khaslana straightens up so he's now kneeling above Mydei. The hand in his hair tugs on it lightly to pull him up closer to his crotch. Mydei's lips part in a small gasp at the realization of what he is implying. He glances up at Khaslana, whose chest is heaving slightly; the man is clearly starting to get bothered by the painful tent in his pants despite his best efforts to keep his cool. 

Without breaking eye contact, Mydei leans in, nuzzling his face against the clothed length. The cock twitches at the much needed friction, followed by a sharp inhale as Mydei unbuckles the man's belt. A new rush of excitement courses through his body when he unzips Khaslana's pants. He mouths at his dick through the underwear, leaving wet patches on the material as he pulls the clothes down enough to free the aching length. 

It lies heavy against his cheek, the first beads of precum already collecting at the tip and Mydei gulps. 

That's pretty much as far as his instincts get him and now he's frankly a bit lost. He's not sure where to start and Khaslana's notable size is definitely not helping with his lack of experience. 

Nor does the nudge against his face urging him to continue.

He glares at Khaslana – a poor attempt considering how red his cheeks are and his earlier (for the lack of better word) pathetic display in the hallway. Well, experience or not, Mydei's surely not backing out. A pink tongue peeks from between parted lips as he settles on starting with a shy lick to the underside of the length. 

He hears a content hum as the fingers in his hair delicately massage his scalp. Mydei opens his mouth more and flattens his tongue against the cock, licking a long stripe from the base to the tip. The soft muscle flicks at the slit, gathering the salty precum leaking there. Mydei's face scrunches at the unpleasant taste, but his body betrays him as the new wave of heat pools in his lower abdomen.

He alternates between tracing the prominent vein with his tongue and leaving open-mouthed kisses along the shaft before finally wrapping his wet lips around the twitching head. A sense of satisfaction blooms in his chest when he hears a faint pant that follows after he sucked gently at the tip. 

“See, you can be so good if you just listen to me, baby.” Khaslana looks down at him with half-lidded eyes. Their golden color is barely peeking from behind the dilated pupils, feeding Mydei's pride, knowing he's able to affect Khaslana this way. And he realizes he wants to see even more as he sinks further, hollowing his cheeks and taking the cock deeper. 

Mydei bobs his head up and down, setting a solid - although a bit sloppy - rhythm for himself. But the problem arises when Khaslana starts thrusting shallowly into his mouth. Tears gather in Mydei's eyes and he gags whenever the cock hits the back of his throat. He tries to pull away, but the hand in his hair keeps him in place. The cock drags across his tongue as now Khaslana sets his own pace.

“You can take more, I know you can.” Mydei isn't so sure about that. Not when his mouth is already full and there's still half of the length left. “Tap me twice if you need a break.”

The words barely have time to register when Khaslana unexpectedly pushes all the way in, making Mydei fully choke on his dick with a sob. His hands twist into Khaslana's pants and he considers tapping out right away as his throat struggles to accommodate the length. He focuses on breathing through his nose in order to keep his gag reflex at bay and preferably not die from the lack of oxygen. 

But, of course, Khaslana, the asshole that he is, doesn't even grant him enough time to adjust when he starts moving his hips again, faster than before. Mydei's jaw and throat tighten instinctively at the sudden thrusts, trying to stop the length from going further.

“Relax. You're going to bite off my dick at this rate.”

Easy to say for someone who doesn't have a 10 inch cock shoved down his throat, Mydei thinks with a frown. 

Instead of loosening his tense muscles, he clenches his jaw even harder. Khaslana almost jerks away when teeth scrape against his shaft painfully. Mydei's eyes glint triumphantly, but it's very short-lived when a hand lands on his jaw, squeezing hard and forcing his mouth open. 

Titans, it hurts so much that Mydei is actually worried his jaw will dislocate. Broken sobs and moans slip past his stuffed lips as he has no other choice to sit there and let Khaslana use his mouth as he pleases. The man's groans reach his ears as he sets a brutal pace that will undoubtedly leave his poor throat bruised. 

One of Mydei's hands sneaks down to his underwear, aching to relieve the pressure quickly building up in his groin. The small voice in his head mocks him for getting aroused again just from sucking a dick, but he will maul over all the embarrassing realizations about himself later.

Before he can reach his wet heat, Khaslana catches his wrist in an iron grip. “No touching. You came like this before, you will do it again,” he says in between rugged breaths and Mydei whines. 

Tears that are now freely running down his face, cloud Mydei's vision as he glances up at Khaslana again. He takes in the sight of that stoic man slowly losing himself to pleasure; hips stuttering as he tries to bury himself deeper. 

Fuck. Mydei really will come untouched again. 

With his jaw now completely slack, the glide of Khaslana's cock is easy. It slides down his throat effortlessly and Mydei can feel the man is close just like him. All it takes is a few more harsh thrusts for his cunt to tighten and his body tenses as he comes for the second time that night. The moan vibrates around Khaslana's cock and with one last push the older man cums too, spilling down Mydei's throat with a loud groan. His body shudders as he's forced to swallow everything. 

The grip on his hair finally releases and Khaslana pulls out with a content sigh. Mydei immediately gasps for air, spit dripping past his swollen lips and down his chin. With a challenging look, he shows off his clean tongue as proof of getting every last drop. 

“Could've warned me first, asshole,” Mydei scoffs, his voice hoarse as he flops back on the silky sheets. Two orgasms in such a short span took their tool on his body and he feels exhaustion seeping in  on top of his strained muscles and abused throat. “You're lucky I don't have any recordings soon.”

“Mhm sorry,” Khaslana doesn't sound sorry at all. “I'll let your slip up just now go to amend, but don't forget it was a punishment. I need to make sure you'll learn to control your dirty mouth somehow,” he hums amused, finally taking off his shirt and pants. 

Mydei bites his lip when two big hands wrap around his waist and flip him effortlessly onto his stomach. He buries his face into the soft pillow, still too worn out to argue, but apparently not spent enough to not feel that warmth between his legs once more. Maybe he should actually pat himself on the back for somehow being needy for more.

The hands on his waist move lower to hoist his hips up, leaving his ass up in the air and pushing his face into the bed more in the process. A muffled groan gets cut off by a yelp when Khaslana palms at his clothed pussy.

The man drapes himself over Mydei's back, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. “You're so wet I can even feel it through your jeans,” he rubs his fingers over the damp material right between Mydei's folds. “It must feel so uncomfortable sitting in damp and sticky clothes…”

It fucking does, Mydei thinks, but doesn't say anything. Khaslana is clearly mocking him; if he were truly concerned he would have pulled his pants down already and not pressed his fingers harder, rubbing his already sensitive cunt raw.

“Do you want me to take them off?” He practically coos, brushing against Mydei's clit with every move.

Oh, Khaslana wants him to beg. Well, good luck with that because Mydei would never–

“Please…” his own words sound foreign to him as he mumbles them into the pillow. If Khaslana was any further he probably wouldn't hear the quiet plea.

“Aren't you forgetting something?” A hot breath brushes his shoulder. “Ask properly with a full sentence this time, Mydeimos.”

Mydei clutches the pillow hard enough he's worried it will rip open; Khaslana really is going to force it out of him, isn't he? His pride be damned.

“Please, undress me… sir.”

This time, his request is granted when that relentless hand finally leaves his pussy and instead hooks under the waistband of his jeans and underwear. Khaslana pulls both garments down in one swift motion, leaving Mydei completely bare. Slick now freely drips down his thighs and he can only imagine how ruined his boxers must be.

After a momentary break, fingers slip between his folds again. Mydei pushes back with a frustrated whine. There's no way Khaslana made him do all that just to tease him more.

“Patience,” Khaslana warns, pushing three fingers in and coaxing a breathless moan out of Mydei.

“Just say you're too old to get it back up fast enough.”

It's an utter lie, a flimsy one at that, with the way Khaslana's hard again cock presses against the back of his thigh. 

Despite murmuring it more to himself out of sheer frustration, it doesn't go unnoticed by Khaslana. “What was that?” He curls his fingers and his nails scrape against the soft walls, painfully enough for Mydei to reconsider his next words.

“Nothing, sir.”

Khaslana rewards him with a hard press against his G-spot, making Mydei's legs shake. The prolonged push and pull of the man's fingers is driving him insane and he's really a sliver away from breaking completely and begging Khaslana to fuck him already.

Luckily enough, all the touch suddenly stops when the older pulls away. Mydei hears him rummaging through the bedside drawer followed by the sound of a packet being ripped open. A moment later, Khaslana's cock slides across his folds, coating the length in his slick. An arm slips under Mydei's chest, lifting him up so he's on his hands and knees. 

His heart starts pounding in his chest in anticipation as Khaslana brings him closer, lining himself at his entrance. “Ready?”

Mydei nods his head; he's finally so close to resolving the tension and frustration of the past two weeks.

“Ah-!” The pained scream rips out of his lungs when Khaslana buries himself fully inside in one thrust. 

The sharp, unexpected pain quickly dulls, leaving only the hot pleasure coursing through his body as the scream morphs into a drawled out moan. Mydei has never felt anything like that before and his brain turns into mush at the overwhelming sensation. 

He doesn't realize when his body sizes and he cums again, nor when the hold on him tightens to keep him upright. Only the feeling of Khaslana's tongue lapping at his tears brings his focus back just in time for the man to pull his face into a messy kiss. 

Mydei mewls at the first move of Khaslana's hips. The shallow thrusts drag slowly against his still clenching walls and it feels like it's too much and not enough at the same time. The length presses on all the right spots, stretching him full and Mydei wonders how his throat even survived that earlier. 

He hangs his head low when the kiss breaks and lets the sounds fall freely in between deep breaths. Meanwhile, Khaslana busies himself with leaving marks across his skin, at least mindful enough to contain them to spots that can be easily covered up. 

“Fuck, you're so tight,” Khaslana groans, picking up the pace, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. His hand cups Mydei's breast and fingers pinch the perked nipple there, making Mydei squirm even more.

“Maybe you're… ngh– just too big…”

‘Big’ is an understatement – Mydei can swear Khaslana is fucking straight into his womb. The fact it even fit without tearing him open should be considered a miracle.

Khaslana dick twitches at that and if it weren't for rough thrusts making it hard to keep his eyes open, Mydei would roll them at how easy it is to feed the man's ego. “You're not hah– complaining though, are you?” He hooks his chin over Mydei's shoulder with an amused huff. 

“Fuck no,” Mydei responds with a small wheeze of his own as another precise push knocks the air out of his lungs.

Heavy breaths and broken moans soon fill the room as they are both getting close to finish. Khaslana's rhythm became erratic, the rolls of his hips now more drilling than pounding, not leaving an inch of Mydei's insides untouched. Slick runs down his thigh and his walls clench lightly while the knot in his gut slowly unwinds. He doesn't need to tell Khaslana that he's close when the man adjusts his position to hit his sweet spot repeatedly. 

Mydei comes with a cry as his pussy squeezes hard on the length. His arms give out under him and his head hits the soft pillows. The hand that's been holding him up now free moves to his hips, grabbing hard and definitely bruising the skin there. Mydei focuses on the arm next to his head, muscles flexed as Khaslana puts his weight on it to loom completely over him and fucking him through his orgasm. Burying himself to the hilt again, Khaslana cums too, holding Mydei's hips flush against himself. His cock pulses as he empties himself in the condom and a delirious thought occurs to Mydei that he actually wouldn't mind feeling it stuffing him up. He needs to do something about his fucked out brain's stupid ideas.

When Khaslana finally pulls out and shuffles out of bed, Mydei fully flops onto the mattress, not able to keep himself up on shaky knees. The pleasant post-orgasm bliss spreads across his body as he's panting for air. His racing heart slows down and his mind catches on the fact he just slept with someone for the first time. 

He's also reminded of his aching body when he finally comes down from his high. 

Khaslana comes back just in time to turn him over gently and clean off the slick clinging uncomfortably to his inner thighs and used pussy. Mydei observes him rubbing the damp towel over his sensitive parts carefully and the sight leaves him flustered. It's one thing getting pounded roughly into the mattress and the other watching the man responsible for that taking care of him afterward so tenderly.

A sudden need for a cigarette to distract his mind hits him so he scoots to the side of the bed, looking over the edge and trying to find his jeans. Hopefully he took the pack from home…

“Here,” Mydei turns back towards Khaslana, who throws him a pack of cigarettes. It's some fancy brand and Mydei cocks a brow in surprise.

“I didn't know you smoke,” he says, taking out one cigarette and placing it between his lips. Khaslana lits it up for him before lying down and pulling the covers over both of them. 

“I don’t really. You can say this is more of an emergency pack.”

“Quite a lot of emergencies considering it's almost empty,” Khaslana chuckles at the remark, snatching the cigarette from Mydei's mouth and taking a drag himself. Mydei scoffs as he quickly grabs it back. “Hmph, and what kind of emergency is this?”

“My heart is fluttering.” 

With his hand now free, Khaslana places it on Mydei's hipbone, arm wrapped loosely around his middle. Golden eyes shine as he sends him a sweet smile.

Titans, this man. “At your age it's probably a heart attack. Should I say my goodbyes?” 

A hearty laugh carries through the room as Khaslana moves closer. He nuzzles his face into the crook of Mydei's neck and starts rubbing circles on his hip. “No, but you can tell me how it was.” Is Khaslana always this clingy after sex?

There's a moment of silence as Mydei takes another slow drag, considering his next words. “Hard to tell when you don't have a comparison,” he blows out the smoke and feels Khaslana shift against his body. He turns his head towards the man and looks him straight in the eyes with a smirk. “Congrats Mr Khaslana for being my first.”

The hand on Mydei's hip completely stops. The new information makes Khaslana's eyes widen as he props himself on his forearm to get a better look at Mydei. The crease on his forehead pops out more thanks to narrowly furrowed brows and Mydei should probably focus on the upset expression rather than how attractive Khaslana looks when he's worried.

“Why didn't you say anything? I'd have been gentler.”

“I'm not made of glass, you know? Besides, I liked it.” Mydei shrugs his shoulders. There's no use in Khaslana worrying about something so irrelevant. If he hadn't enjoyed it, he would have made it very clear to the man. Most likely with his fist.

Khaslana's frown eases, but a sliver of skepticism still lingers in his gaze. “Even so, I'd appreciate it if you disclosed information like that beforehand.”

“I'll make sure to tell you I'm a virgin next time.”

Mydei takes one last drag and exhales the smoke straight into Khaslana's face, making the man cough involuntarily, before putting out the cigarette on the ashtray. 

“You're impossible,” Khaslana huffs with a shake of his head when, suddenly, his eyes spark up and a small grin pulls at the corners of his lips. Mydei's eyes narrow in suspicion of what stupid idea popped into the man's mind this time. “Oh, next time, you say? Not only did I leave you with no regrets, but made you plan another night?”

Nikador, strike this man. Pushing forty and acting like that. 

“Nevermind. I'm starting to regret this one.”

“Sorry, sorry. I'm merely joking,” the arm around Mydei's middle brings him closer and Khaslana's face is now mere centimeters away from his own. The concept of personal space might actually be nonexistent in the man's world. “Let me take you to dinner first? I still wish to apologize for tonight.”

You made me cum four times and still feel the need to apologize? Mydei thinks as he studies Khaslana's face, but the man sounds fully sincere. Khaslana is truly a peculiar individual. Just what has he gotten himself into…

Mydei pretends to be considering the offer while simultaneously making himself more comfortable against Khaslana's body. He glances up at the man with his best sweet, yet teasing, look and leans close to whisper. “I thought you were supposed to do that before taking my virginity,” he points out and before Khaslana gets the chance to defend himself, he continues, “But fine. I'll have dinner with you.”

Khaslana looks pleased with the answer, but there is something deeper in his eyes that Mydei can't exactly put his finger on. 

Either way, playing along for now won't hurt as long as he ignores the weird flutter of his heart.

Waking up in Khaslana's bed the next morning is a much more pleasant experience than last time. Sure, his throat is still sore and he feels dull pain in the bottom half of his body, but at least he's not disoriented and dying from a hangover.

Just like previously, Mydei finds Khaslana already in the kitchen, sipping on his coffee. The meeting is much less awkward this time and they even manage to enjoy the breakfast almost peacefully save for a teasing comment about his slight limping. Even despite that, it feels surprisingly nice; it's not like Mydei has any idea how a morning after a casual fling usually looks like, but this seems so… normal. He was expecting things to be more tense, but instead Khaslana is acting as if his presence in his house is the most ordinary thing in the world. 

The actor even offers him to stay for longer and Mydei needs to remind himself of poor Fig Stew, probably starving by now, to reject the proposition. Besides, spending the day with your hookup might be a bit too much for Mydei's mind right now. 

Khaslana drops him off in front of his house with a kiss on top of his head and a promise to stay in contact. The black car drives off and Mydei is once again left alone with his confusing feelings – the night was supposed to help resolve the tension, not make things even more complicated. 

With a sigh, he unlocks the door, expecting to be greeted by a meowing Fig Stew demanding breakfast, but the cat is nowhere to be seen. Is Fig Stew already waiting in the kitchen? Or is he mad at him–

“What are you all doing here?” Mydei's train of thoughts gets interrupted as he steps into the living room to be met by five – six if we count Fig Stew – pairs of eyes staring at him.

“A better question is why you weren't here,” Hephaestion notes, petting the orange cat in his lap. “We came to visit and only got greeted by this little guy screaming for food.” This not-so little guy is always doing that. “Judging by your outfit, it wasn't a quick morning jog. Were you out for the whole night?”

Is this some kind of interrogation? He really needs to take away Hephaestion’s spare key to his house.

Mydei folds his arms defensively. “Since when am I required to tell you about all my plans and whereabouts? I'm a grown man, I can take care of myself.”

“Were you at Khaslana's?” Ptolemy cuts in bluntly. It sounds more like a statement than a question, which makes Mydei even more defensive.

“Respectfully, it's none of your business.” 

“Did you sleep with him?” Leonnius blurts out and even the tips of Mydei's ears turn red at the words. He can't help but wonder under what circumstances killing your friends would be considered acceptable. 

“No.” 

Mydei has never been a good liar and even though he tries to sound convincing, he already knows his friends saw right through it. He feels his cheeks burning, but still keeps his composure, foolishly hoping that they'll leave the topic at that.

The reaction he gets is shocking – he was prepared for jokes and teasing, maybe even a lecture, but instead he sees them pulling out their wallets and handling each other money. The realization makes his jaw drop.

“That's why you wanted to know where I was? Because you were placing bets on me!?” And here he thought they were genuinely concerned after the last incident. “And you too, Hephaestion?” Even his best friend decided to betray him.

Hephaestion shrugs his shoulders apologetically, taking the money from Peucesta's hand. “Don't be mad, but it was quite obvious.”

“Yeah, it's hard not to see your glaring daddy issues,” Perdikkas adds as he counts the money in his hands.

His what?

“I don't have any issues,” Mydei objects. He's not even sure what exactly Perdikkas means by that. “My father is not even in my life anymore and how would problems between us relate to Khaslana anyway?” They were spitting absolute nonsense again as if betting on his sexual life wasn't enough. “Actually, don't answer. I don't want to know,” he quickly cuts in, preferring to save himself a headache. 

Clearing his throat, Peucesta finally joins the conversation, bringing their attention to himself. “Alright, enough fooling around. We actually do have some important news for you.”

Mydei tilts his head curiously as Peucesta nods towards Hephaestion, letting him explain the situation.

“Khaslana's manager liked your work on the set and she scored you an offer for a quick commercial job. You don't have to agree, of course, but we don't have anything coming up soon and it's an extra advertisement for us too, which is always nice to have.” 

A commercial job? It's quite unexpected to offer it to him, but Hephaestion is right – extra advertising won't hurt. 

“Oh and Khaslana would be working with you too.”

Something tells Mydei it wasn't purely Khaslana's manager's idea.

As on cue, his phone starts vibrating and he opens the incoming messages.

Khaslana 

Khaslana

Mydei, I'm sure you've heard by now about the work proposition Aglaea got for you. It's a quick project that shouldn't interfere with your schedule whatsoever, so I hope you accept the offer.

I'm looking forward to working with you again if you do. :)

11:53 am

Khaslana

Oh, and about our dinner, I booked a reservation at Vortex for next Friday at 8pm. I'll pick you up at 7:30.

Let me know if that works for you. 

I can't wait to see you again.

‪‪‪‪♡

11:54 am

The days till their date (date? It's not a date, just a dinner together) pass almost normally. Almost because extensive texts from Khaslana became a new constant in Mydei's life. 

It's not that he complains – he quite enjoys the casual talks with the man and flirty messages here and there. Occasionally, Mydei would even send him photos, mostly of Fig Stew, but there were a few instances of sharing more… intimate pics with Khaslana.

The shift in their relationship (can he even call it that?) is clear as day and Mydei doesn't even try to deny it in front of himself any longer. It's like something changed in him after their night together. He regularly thinks back to that day, usually when he lies alone and pent up in bed, trying to get even a semblance of what Khaslana gave him. 

His father would surely lose his mind if he knew his only son went crazy over the man twice his age.

When Friday morning arrives, Mydei receives a fancy package, undoubtedly from Khaslana. With a raised brow, he turns over the quite heavy box, wondering what this is about. Daily texting is one thing, but suddenly receiving gifts? Did he unknowingly become a sugar baby? Isn’t he too rich for that anyway?

Mydei finally opens the big package and finds luxury clothing inside with a small note on top.

I tried my best to pick something you'd like so, hopefully, this will live up to your tastes. Feel free to decline, but I truly wish to see you in it tonight. ~ Khaslana ♡

Mydei snorts; of course the old man would love to dress him up like a doll. He sets the note aside and looks through the clothes. There’s a black sheer shirt, a pair of wine red trousers, leather fingerless gloves of the same color and a black blazer with golden embroidery. The clothes, despite being simple, are quite nice, he must admit. With proper accessories, he's sure they'll present even better and since Khaslana already bought them, it would be a shame to let them go to waste…

Mydei spends the rest of the day with growing anticipation and when evening finally comes, Khaslana arrives right on time. Golden eyes openly rake over Mydei's body as he gets out of the car to greet him face to face.

“Just as I thought, you look stunning,” Khaslana says with a smile as he smoothens out the blazer on Mydei’s arms before reaching to his shirt, popping open a button to reveal his chest more. “Beautiful necklace, by the way. The gems match your eyes,” he adds, adjusting the golden chain.

This idiot. “The gems are blue,” Mydei states bluntly and slaps away the gloved hand sneaking under the sheer material. “We are going to be late if you keep this up.”

This doesn't seem to have any effect on Khaslana as the man leans even closer, looking hungrily at Mydei, “I'll reschedule the hour. I'd much rather start with the dessert anyway.”

Mydei meets his gaze, unimpressed, before swiftly pulling him down to his level by his loose tie. His eyes glint triumphantly as he looks at Khaslana, who in return sends him a dark glare.

“I agreed to the dinner you invited me to and even got all dressed up like you wanted. So, take me to the restaurant now.”

Ordering the older man around like this feels so good that Mydei actually might get addicted. He wonders just how far he can press tonight before Khaslana snaps. And what will he do when he does.

A hand wraps around his wrist tightly. “Of course,” Khaslana smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, “but if I were you, I’d watch my demeanor.” He gives his wrist a warning squeeze before taking his hand to lead him to the car. Mydei follows wordlessly, trying to contain the smirk pulling at his lips. 

The engine roars and with a sharp turn the car sets off on the route. Right as they get on the main road, Khaslana puts his hand on Mydei's thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. He rubs the flesh there as if the spot belongs to him, simultaneously trying to remind Mydei of his place.

Well they can't have that tonight.

When Khaslana tries to move higher, Mydei shifts closer to the side, crossing his legs and successfully preventing the actor from touching him. 

“Keep both hands on the wheel. I want to reach the restaurant without ending up in a ditch because you got distracted,” he hears a grit of teeth in response, but Khaslana, albeit reluctantly, does what he's told.

“Don't worry, I'm perfectly focused.”

Fingers thump against the wheel and Mydei notices Khaslana's jaw clenched tightly. Seems like someone doesn't like being denied. Maybe if they had more time, Khaslana would just swerve off the road and simply take what he wanted…

By the time they arrive at the restaurant, the tension loosens and Khaslana seems to be in a better mood again. He probably expects Mydei to tone down his little games now that they're here so they can enjoy their dinner. It's not that Mydei doesn't want that too, but he also has his own plan for tonight, which involves pushing Khaslana's buttons.

For now though, he can let the man believe in a peaceful dinner.

Mydei takes the offered arm and they walk closely together as the waiter leads them to their table. It's near the corner, next to two big vases secluding them slightly from the rest of the restaurant and giving them some privacy. The candles illuminate their faces in the dim room as they sit down and read through the menu. 

Mydei uses this opportunity to stretch out his leg and rub his foot against Khaslana's ankle. The man doesn't comment on it, but Mydei can feel the questioning gaze on himself. He pretends not to notice, focusing on the menu in his hands and continuing the slow movement of his foot. It's too innocent to warrant a proper reaction from Khaslana, but persistent enough to know he's plotting something. 

When the waiter comes, Mydei sneaks his foot higher with a playful smirk. His boot catches on the hem of Khaslana's dress pants and glides up along his bare calf. 

“May I take your order, sir?”

Khaslana nods his head with a polite smile, almost perfectly masking the tension on his face at Mydei's antics.

“Elysian seafood risotto and water for me,” Khaslana orders, and before Mydei gets a chance to speak, he cuts in, “and for my partner a glass of red wine and Kremnoan-style steak,” he returns the menus to the waiter and looks at Mydei with unreadable expression before adding “Rare, of course.”

The worker glances between both of them, wanting to say something, but decides against it and quietly hurries off.

“Who said you can order for me? Maybe I wanted something else.” 

Truthfully, he didn't, but Khaslana doesn't have to know that though.

“I invited you here and picked your clothes. I don't see why ordering should be any different,” Khaslana explains, smiling as if it's something obvious. “If you want, I can feed you too.”

Mydei leans back in his chair with a snort, arms crossed over his chest and foot kicking lightly against Khaslana's shin. What a ridiculous idea. “Hmph in your dreams.”

“You might fuss all you want, but we both know you like it, Mydei,” the words come out so casually it makes Mydei cock his brow as he tries to figure out where this is going. “Having me make these decisions for you, commanding you and doing what I please. It feels good to let yourself go, doesn't it?” Khaslana's eyes bore into him, effectively pulling the control back on the actor's side. “You haven't objected even once, yet you still act like a feisty kitten scratching at the hand petting you.”

Silence falls as they hold each other’s gazes, neither of them willing to break the contact first. It's unfair how easily Khaslana can read him and voice out the things he didn't even admit in front of himself. The man's confidence just makes it worse, but at the same time riles Mydei up more, urging him to push and pull even harder.

In the end, it's Mydei who lowers his gaze and breaks the silence. “Save your theatrics for the set. I thought it was supposed to be an apology date,” he changes the subject, hoping Khaslana won't drag it further. Even then, his foot never retreats, pressed against the man's leg and moving slowly. It keeps Khaslana tense, yet he still doesn't point it out. 

“Right. I wouldn't want our date to be unpleasant,” the emphasis makes Mydei realize what he said and he can't help but blush slightly. He will wipe that smirk off Khaslana's face soon.

A moment later, the waiter comes with their drinks and when he starts pouring the wine, an idea pops in Mydei's mind. Khaslana really does bring the worst out of him, making him do things that he would never expect of himself. 

He turns towards Khaslana, tilting his head and putting on his best innocent look. “Are you sure I can drink it, mister? Mom says I'm still a bit too young.”

Granted, his acting skills aren't great and with his tattoos and overall appearance, Mydei probably looks his age, but the serious implication is enough to put a sliver of doubt in the waiter's mind. Khaslana stares at him, pale as a ghost, as the worker shoots him an alarmed glance.

He swallows dryly, putting on a smile to clear up the situation. “Mydeimos, you shouldn't joke like that. Not everyone can recognize you, so they may take it seriously just like this young man.”

The waiter now turns his attention to Mydei, studying him closely as he tries to make sense of the whole situation.

“My bad. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding,” Mydei gives the waiter an apologetic nod as the worker finishes pouring the wine and practically runs off, wishing to get his job done as fast as possible to not have to deal with them any longer.

When he's out of sight, Khaslana leans over the table, clearly pissed. “What the hell was that, Mydeimos? Is this your idea of a pleasant date?” The actor tries to keep his composure, but Mydei sees the veins bulging on his clenched fist. He's on the right track, but he still needs to push more.

Mydei props his chin on the palm of his hand, bringing his face closer to Khaslana's. “I don't know, haven't been on any before. I do find this one quite fun though.” He challenges the older's cold expression with a snarky grin. 

Unfortunately, mentioning the lack of previous dates turns out to be a mistake, because Khaslana closes his eyes and pulls back with a deep inhale, keeping his thinning patience in check. A little misstep, but it doesn't deter Mydei from his goal.

The plates land in front of their faces and with a murmured ‘Enjoy your meal’, the waiter disappears as quickly as he appeared.

The portions are decently sized and the meals smell delicious. Mydei cuts through the steak, curious if it can rival the taste of the ones back at home. The last time he had the chance to eat one was probably on his sixteen birthday during a family dinner that felt more like an obligation than an honest celebration. His father spent almost the whole evening on the work phone and only his mother and friends surprised him with a home-baked cake and mini party afterward. 

His eyes widen when he takes the first bite; the taste is spot on and the meat is cooked perfectly. He happily cuts another piece and only after a moment notices Khaslana watching him with a softer gaze. 

“Not enjoying your food?” Mydei points at his almost untouched plate.

“Ah no, it's great. I just got a bit distracted,” Khaslana answers hurriedly and holds out a forkful of rice, “Want to try it?” 

Mydei considers it for a second before reaching for the fork just for Khaslana to move it out of his grasp.

“Nuh uh. Open up.”

Seriously? Mydei frowns, but Khaslana just wiggles the fork in front of him with a smile. It surely can't be that good anyway…

Mydei opens his mouth, allowing Khaslana to slide the utensil inside. The creamy sauce melts on his tongue as he savours the food.

“Good boy. Want some more?” He scoffs at the question, but still nods his head and opens his mouth once more.

A pleased hum follows as Khaslana continues feeding him, golden eyes gleaming with fascination. If their relationship was any different it could have been almost romantic; just the two of them at the secluded table with flickering candles, staring into each other's eyes and sharing dinner… Ha, what a thought. Mydei shakes his head mentally at the picture.

He lets them both enjoy the moment for a while before he turns his nose up and slaps Khaslana's hand away. “Enough. I'm done indulging in your weird fantasies and I still have to finish my own food.”

He purposely ignores how Khaslana's eyes narrow slightly at that and goes back to his steak. He picks up the fork, but before it can reach his mouth, the actor snatches it from his hand.

“Hey!-”

“I shared my food with you, so it's only fair if you let me have a taste of yours too,” Khaslana muses, observing the steak on the fork closely. “The chef did an exceptional job. Beautiful pink color and just enough moisture.” His focus shifts back to Mydei, who in return, meets him with a piercing gaze as he trails his foot higher. Khaslana's teeth clank against the metal as he takes a bite, chewing the meat slowly. “Mm tender and juicy. Tastes even better than it looks.”

Mydei's foot now rests against his inner thigh, threatening to move closer to his crotch. 

“Don't push it, Mydeimos,” it comes out as a whisper, leaving him the chance to retract.

So Khaslana can practically eye fuck him at the table, but when he retorts it's suddenly a problem? 

“I'm not the one getting hard from eating a piece of meat,” as to prove his words, Mydei presses his foot directly on Khaslana's half-hard dick, bringing a sharp gasp out of the man. 

A hand flies under the table to wrap around his ankle. The grip is strong enough to bruise even through the leather boot. “We are in public,” Khaslana reminds him; his golden eyes now cold as ice, glaring at him sharply.

It sends a rush of arousal through Mydei's body. “It didn't seem to bother you back then at the party,” he taunts, now lazily rubbing the sole of his boot over Khaslana's length.

“We both know it was different,” Khaslana pants out and the breathless sound makes Mydei press even harder, pleased to see the man slowly unraveling. Fingers on his ankle tighten to stop him from moving. “Do it one more time and there will be consequences.”

Almost as if he was hearing his father. The awful thought leads to an even worse idea and Mydei goes through with it without hesitation.

“Is your age getting to your head that you suddenly want to play my dad?”

“Mydeimos…” Khaslana's voice drops dangerously low. The words must have hit the right spot. Khalsana's whole body is tense – his jaw is clenched and knuckles white as his patience hangs on the last thin thread. 

Last chance to back off.

“You'd probably enjoy that, wouldn't you?” Mydei is too close to not cross that remaining line. “You already loved dressing me up, feeding me, guiding me,” he puts more pressure on Khaslana's cock. Perdikkas’ words echo in his mind as he flashes his teeth in a smirk, “What next, want me to call you daddy too?”

That's what finally makes Khaslana snap.

He bolts up from his seat and grabs Mydei harshly by the arm, dragging him away from the table. They get a couple of concerned glances, but neither of them cares at this point.

“Put it on my tab,” Khaslana tells the waiter as they pass him by on their way out. The worker just nods, too stunned by what's happening to even speak.

Once outside, Khaslana practically hauls him into the passenger seat before taking his own behind the wheel. “You want to act like a child? Fine, I'll treat you like one.” The gloved hand grabs his face firmly and Mydei grins wildly as he watches Khaslana's stoic facade completely vanish. “But be sure you will regret it.”

Oh, he absolutely won't. 

The car ride passed like a blur.

Khaslana hadn't spoken to him on the whole way to his house, nor when he dragged him by his clothes to the bedroom. His movements are fast, precise, working with a clear goal in mind.

And before Mydei knows it, he finds himself naked, on his knees with Khaslana's thigh between them, arms draped over the man's shoulders. The actor is still fully dressed, save for his tie that now binds Mydei's hands together. 

A smack lands on his ass and he buries his face in Khaslana's shoulder to muffle a whimper. Mydei has no idea how long they've been at it; he's been adamant on not giving Khaslana the satisfaction of counting, but stinging pain tells him they're definitely long past the set number.

His legs quiver and he slumps forward, pressing against Khaslana. A hand quickly grabs his hair and pulls him back upright while the other swats his cheek. “Head up,” Khaslana barks, not caring for the tears welling up in Mydei's eyes, threatening to spill down the reddened cheek.

Another slap comes, hitting right on the particularly sore spot and making Mydei hiss through gritted teeth.

“Fuck you– ah!”

A sharp moan falls from his lips when two gloved fingers press unexpectedly into his wet cunt. Khaslana starts a brutal pace right away, pulling the digits out and burying them back to his knuckles despite Mydei's pussy clenching hard around them. The feeling of leather rubbing roughly over his walls coaxes a few broken gasps thanks to an unusual sensation.

The hand in his hair suddenly lets go just to leave another slap, this time on the back of his thigh. The sharp pain and perfectly timed press of the fingers bring him over the edge and he cums with a groan. His shaking legs involuntarily spread out further, slick dripping down on the actor's thigh.

Khaslana pulls his fingers out and wipes them unceremoniously on Mydei's ass. “That's five more for coming without permission and ruining my pants,” he says flatly, and Mydei bites his lip when hands land on his hips to force him to stay upright. 

It's so unfair how Khaslana seems completely unaffected by the whole situation while Mydei is already falling apart.

Fingers pinch his throbbing clit before slipping back into the warm heat; a momentary distraction when Khaslana spanks him once more, harder than before. The impact makes him curl closer to the man with a choked sob, a lone tear running down his cheek. 

“One…”

It's barely above a whisper, but Khaslana still hears it as he now rubs the raw skin in a mockery of a reward. “Finally decided to count? Twenty-nine to go, baby.”

The pet name makes Mydei's knees weak and he needs to use all his strength to not fully collapse on the actor. He counts each sharp strike meticulously, but with every passing second it just gets harder to focus. His brain is still clouded and the pain is simultaneously stinging and numb, making it impossible to think straight. 

Khaslana is now practically kneading his insides with deep and firm presses of his fingers and Mydei's mind goes blank for a second too long.

“Eighteen–”

“That was seventeen. Start over and don't miss count this time,” Khaslana squeezes his butt, tone still flat and Mydei really thinks it might be over for him.

He claws at the man's shirt, beads of sweat run down his spine and temple and he whines straight into his ear. “I can't-”

Khaslana doesn't let him finish as pain courses through his ass again before the man grabs him by his face.

“You brought this on yourself, Mydeimos,” fingers dig into his cheeks and Mydei almost sniffles. Khaslana's lips curl into a small, cruel smirk, “unless, you want to apologize for your earlier behavior.”

Golden eyes watch him like a hawk, waiting for him to slip. Mydei's throat bobs as he swallows hard and considers his next move. He really doesn't know if he can take much more, but he won't give the actor the satisfaction of surrendering so easily.

If Khaslana wants him to break, he has to break him himself.

He meets the overbearing gaze, jaw clenched as he spats through gritted teeth.

“One.”

Khaslana closes his eyes with a deep sigh, his face back to cold indifference. “Stubborn as always.”

The next slap lands dangerously close to his pussy and almost sends him over the edge. His hands flex under the bindings, twisting into Khaslana's shirt to ground himself. The actor doesn't grant him any sort of break, continuing his work at a steady pace. Each smack now leaves Mydei gasping as he tries his best to keep track of the count. 

Exactly at halfpoint, Mydei starts crying when he swears he can feel the skin breaking and the tiniest droplet of something wet and warm running down the back of his thigh. Khaslana's change in behaviour just confirms the thought, since the man now allows him to bury himself against his body and let the tears soak his shirt. 

Another hit lands on the opposite cheek, but is much lighter than the previous one. “Six-sixteen,” Mydei mumbles into Khaslana's shoulder, still counting despite everything.

Third finger joins right after that, making him jolt as the digits now work faster to make up for softer spanks. With how wet he is, the roughness of the leather gloves is almost unnoticeable, leaving only a pleasant sensation with every smooth slide. Mydei barely gets to twenty when his whole body sizes again and he cums with a loud cry. His hips involuntarily jolt forward, clit rubbing against the silky shirt as he rides out his orgasm on the fingers still plunged inside him.

When he finally calms down, Khaslana pulls his fingers out to adjust Mydei's slumped and overstimulated body. A thumb presses lightly onto the reddened skin as Khaslana quietly adds, “five more.”

“No… please…” It slips on its own before Mydei can bite his lip in time. 

He was supposed to hold on way longer, but Titans it's too much and somehow he feels like he folds even faster than the last time. 

“Begging won't work on me this time. You either apologize or we continue.” There's no emotion in Khaslana's voice and if it weren't for him subconsciously rubbing soothing circles with his thumb, Mydei would really think the cruel demeanor is not just an act. 

The silence stretches and Khaslana raises his hand again, but before he can continue, he hears a soft mumble.

“...I’m sorry.”

The prospect of even one more smack is too much to handle; not when his skin stings from repeated hits and numbness slips in beneath it. 

But as soon as the words leave his mouth, that tiny itch in his brain surfaces again, urging him to push for more and see just how much he can really take.

“Sorry for what? Tell me, baby,” Khaslana’s tone softens, thinking Mydei is finally cooperating, as he whispers into his chest. His lips brush against the skin as he rests his hands on trembling hips, waiting for a proper apology. 

Mydei closes his eyes and inhales slowly, trying to clear his mind before making a choice that might be his fall.

Khaslana’s patience seems to be running out as his grip tightens and the sweet voice hardens again. “Speak up, Mydeimos or I’ll take it as you backtracking.”

The actor’s annoyance is the last push Mydei needs to set his thoughts on the decision.

He musters up all his remaining strength and pulls himself up to look down at Khaslana with half-lidded eyes and a lopsided smile. “The only thing I'm sorry for is not making it clearer that you're nothing more than an old pervert–”

This earns him a face slap that Mydei meets with a wicked grin.

Khaslana maneuvers him around, pulling him down onto his lap. Mydei hisses when his bruised ass presses harshly against the prominent hardness. So after all, Khaslana hasn't been as unaffected as he seemed…

His thoughts get quickly interrupted when a hand wraps around his throat, not yet squeezing, but applying enough firm pressure to make his eyes widen in shock.

“You just don't know when to stop, do you?” Khaslana asks, visibly irritated. He doesn't even try to keep up the indifferent act as he fishes out the condom from the drawer. “I don't like playing mean, but you constantly leave me with no other choice. Is it really that fun?” Fuck yes it is, Mydei thinks. “I could make it so nice for both of us, give you anything you want and yet you crave this,” the fingers on his neck squeeze lightly and Mydei must be too far gone because for some reason he hears a slight sadness lacing the actor's words.

Khaslana swiftly pulls out his cock, rolling on a condom and sliding his length along Mydei's folds. It peeks out from underneath his pussy, head already flushed and leaking. Khaslana drags it back before lifting Mydei's hips and lining up with his entrance.

The cock pushes in slowly, stretching his walls little by little and he swears pushing all the way in was less agonizing than this. With every inch deeper, the pressure on his throat grows and the moment Khaslana bottoms out, the fingers press hard enough to cut off his airflow.

On instinct, he grabs onto the actor's wrist, but he doesn't try to pry his hand away. Khaslana holds him firmly in place and grinds his hips up, punching all the remaining air out of his lungs. 

Mydei's eyes water again from the choking and his vision gets blurry as the actor fucks into him deeper than before thanks to their position. His whole body shakes from the overwhelming sensations and only quiet whines and drool slip past his lips. 

With the lack of oxygen, he soon starts to get dizzy and the black dots float in front of his vision. Suddenly, the grip on his throat loosens and he frantically gasps for air, which turns out to be harder than expected, with Khaslana still slamming his hips into him. The actor's pants rub harshly against his sore ass with every thrust, reminding him of their earlier ministrations. 

Mydei doesn't have the chance to fully catch his breath when Khaslana's fingers squeeze again, cutting off a surprised moan. The actor is now practically bouncing him on his lap, the head of his cock hitting his cervix whenever he pulls Mydei down flush against his hips. There's even a prominent bulge in his abdomen from how deep Khaslana reaches and the image itself almost does it for him as a choked whimper catches in his throat. 

The thrusts just keep getting more ruthless as Khaslana is set on making sure that Mydei feels the consequences of his earlier actions. And there must be something deeply wrong with him because he accepts them with open arms as his eyes roll to the back of his skull when the fingers curl around his throat even tighter. 

Drool runs freely down his chin as he's unable to keep his mouth closed. His mind is blissfully woozy and all he can focus on is Khaslana panting into his ear and the rough drag of his cock. All his strength has left him already and he just lets Khaslana use him as he sees fit, sweet mewls persuading the actor to fully lose himself. 

Mydei falls apart when Khaslana's dick breaches his womb. His pussy clenches around the intruding length, the head bulging through his stomach and he cums harder than ever before when a hand presses against it.

The hold on Khaslana's wrist releases as Mydei's body goes limp, slumping down the actor's chest and his vision turns black.

The next thing Mydei knows is that he's under the covers, propped against something firm. His ass still hurts like hell and he's a bit out of it, and yet he feels surprisingly content. A hand gently strokes his hair and he lets out a soft sigh, involuntarily melting into the touch. 

Behind him, Khaslana shifts and leans over to get a better look on his face. “Are you alright?”

Despite giving him a soft smile, the man looks worried as he now moves his hand to caress Mydei's cheek. There's also a distinct smell of smoke clinging to his skin and, as expected, Mydei notices the familiar pack lying on the bedside drawer next to three cigarette butts crushed in the ashtray. Ah, did it stress out the poor guy that badly?

“You fucked me so well I passed out. I think I'm more than alright,” Mydei snorts. It's almost cute how soft Khaslana truly is behind that dominant front he puts on in bed; no wonder he's such a good actor. 

Even with Mydei's teasing tone, Khaslana doesn't look amused. “I went overboard, which I shouldn't have done knowing you have no sense of limitations regarding yourself.”

Does he really consider this going overboard? Mydei is no expert, but he's pretty sure he could handle worse. Maybe it's a bit bold coming from someone who just passed out mid fuck, but he always liked the challenge. 

And he's itching to see Khaslana lose himself completely.

“And don't you think there's a reason for that? Maybe I like it that way. No need to hold yourself back next time.” He shoots the actor a challenging glare as he reaches over for the pack.

“Even if you actually do like it, I don't. That's why for the sake of both of us, I'm setting the limits down myself.” Instead of a cigarette, Khaslana holds a glass of water to his lips, prompting him to drink. Mydei rolls his eyes, but quickly downs the whole glass, only now realizing how thirsty he actually was. “We can play around, but please don't force me to cross the lines I do not wish to cross, Mydei.”

Fingers start running through his hair again, massaging his scalp softly and he allows himself to lean into it more. He thinks about the man's words for a moment before letting out a resigned sigh.

“Alright. But I was being honest earlier. I'm fine so don't worry about tonight. You'll get even more wrinkles from frowning like that.” To get his point across, Mydei pokes Khaslana's forehead, earning an amused chuckle in response. Good, he doesn't want to deal with Khaslana beating himself up over thinking he hurt Mydei in any way. “Can I have that cigarette now?”

The actor shakes his head in disbelief, but can't stop the small smile from forming. A lighter flicks and Mydei parts his lips slightly, allowing Khaslana to bring the cigarette to his mouth. He sighs contently, making himself more comfortable against the man's chest before taking another drag from the cigarette still lodged between Khaslana's fingers.

Maybe it really does feel nice to let yourself go. 

After that night, their meetings became quite a frequent occurrence; a quick call and a few moments later Khaslana, would already be waiting in front of Mydei's house, ready to drive him to his place. Their little arrangement was something Mydei had never expected to take part in, but now he gladly ends up in Khaslana's bed yet again. 

It's fun, it's exciting, it's addicting. Khaslana broke the restraint he was so meticulously nursing inside him and left Mydei with unsatiated hunger, craving everything the man could offer and more. He would constantly push and pull, trying to take another inch, balancing on the thin line of Khaslana's limits and letting himself be brought to that point too in turn. 

Afterwards, he would allow Khaslana to hold him close, as if he was special; as if it wasn't just casual fun that could end as abruptly as it started. 

And Mydei is a fool for indulging in that fantasy.

Occasionally they’d see each other outside of the bedroom too, making the situation even more confusing. Khaslana taking him out for lunch, Mydei inviting him to a small concert at the bar and even going together for walks and coffee.

Texting has not only managed to increase in frequency, but also become much bolder. The lewd photos and suggestive messages were a norm now, keeping Mydei entertained on the nights they couldn't see each other. Somehow he found getting off to Khaslana's texts less embarrassing than the fact he's been spending most of his evenings binge watching ten seasons of ‘Saga of Heroes’.

Especially when, on one night, a line from the series slipped and the actor recognized it instantly, which led to the endless teasing. As if Khaslana was any better with blasting Mydei's songs in the car and wearing the band's T-shirt at home.

The things between them stayed steady like that and the day of the commercial job he ended up agreeing to finally arrives. Coincidentally, it's also the date their music video is set to go public and Mydei should have known it would make things go south.

When he arrives on the set, Khaslana and Aglaea are already waiting for him. Mydei expected a formal handshake since they're not alone, but instead the actor takes his hand and brings it to his lips before leaning closer and leaving a quick kiss on his forehead too. Just what is the old man pulling again!? 

Taken aback, Mydei glances at Aglaea, but the woman seems unfazed by the scene playing in front of her. If anything, she looks almost bored, as if she expected it from the beginning. Does it mean Khaslana told her about their… relationship? He did mention Aglaea being his good friend, but the thought of her knowing about them makes him feel awkward. Thankfully, Aglaea values her time and after polite greetings, swiftly drags them both to the wardrobe to get them ready.

The commercial turns out to be a photo shoot to promote a music shop opened by Aglaea's old friend. Now it made sense for him to get that offer (although he's not sure if an extra advertisement is even needed, considering the owner is a renowned violinist), but Khaslana on the other hand… Mydei suspects he might have begged Aglaea for a spot for himself too.

The shoot goes flawlessly and they're done in no time. Since the work wrapped up so quickly, Aglaea and Khaslana use the moment to catch up with their friend while Mydei finishes changing.

He finally has the time to check his phone and he's instantly met with multiple messages. Most of them from his friends, excitedly spamming about their music video hitting a million views in just an hour and sending news articles talking about the success. In between, there's also a bunch of comments about him and Khaslana, but, for his piece of mind, Mydei promptly ignores them. He can't help, but smile as he goes through the messages; he would lie if he said their huge success didn't fill him with a sense of pride and, most importantly, happiness for their efforts being noticed.

But the light atmosphere doesn't last for long when he opens the chat with his mother. 

Mom

Mom

I saw the music video and it was truly amazing, dear! 

I wish I could hug you right now and congratulate you and your friends in person for that huge achievement. I know how much work you all put into it and I couldn't be happier to see you succeed.

I showed the video to your dad and he liked it too.

We are so proud of you, don't ever forget that. We love you so much.

7:34pm 

Mydei stares at the message with a bitter look. ‘We are so proud of you’, more like only his mother truly is, because Eurypon would never. Not once in his life was his father even close to being as much as satisfied with him. Endless nagging about his interests because they were ‘useless’ and ‘unbecoming’ of their status. Constantly disappointed in him for practicing guitar instead of slouching over stupid math equations because ‘he needs to know how to count to lead a business’. Always angry at him for ‘misbehaving’ and Mydei was just a kid who didn't get how to act around a bunch of stuck-up businessmen. And now his mother tells him that his father is proud of him?

“Are you alright?” An arm wraps around his shoulders, startling Mydei out of his thoughts.

“I'm fine,” he shrugs and quickly shoves the phone into his pocket when Khaslana's eyes dart to the screen. “Since we are done I'll get going.”

The hold on him tightens slightly when he tries to move. Mydei shoots Khaslana a glare; he really doesn't want to talk about it right now and he can see the worry lingering in the actor's eyes.

“Let me drive you home?” Khaslana asks instead. There's a hopeful edge to it, as if he's scared Mydei will decline. 

He has no idea that deep down Mydei doesn't dream of anything more right now than melting into that embrace.

With a sigh, Mydei relaxes his shoulders and wordlessly lets Khaslana lead him to the car. The one time Mydei would actually appreciate the man running his mouth, he stays quiet for the whole ride, making him sulk into the seat swallowed by unwanted thoughts.

Mydei can't blame him for that though – Khaslana probably saw the glimpse of the message and his earlier reaction, so he doesn't want to push. Besides, they're still just sex partners at the end of the day, so it's not like Khaslana is in any way obligated to do anything more.

That's why he doesn't expect Khaslana to walk him to his door, hug him tightly and place a kiss on top of his head before turning away to leave.

Mydei is not sure what prompts him to finally do that, but the next thing he knows, he's grabbing Khaslana's sleeve, clutching onto the material as if it's his lifeline. The actor tilts his head with a puzzled look.

“Stay,” Mydei demands, unable to meet the man's gaze. 

He's asked Khaslana for a fuck multiple times before, but it's never been this hard as right now. They've always done it at Khaslana's place, it was less personal for Mydei… less vulnerable than doing it in the comfort of his own home.

So uncharacteristically for him, Khaslana looks troubled. “Are you sure tonight's is the right time–”

“I need this.” The grip on the actor's sleeve tightens. It doesn't matter how far they'll go, Mydei just needs something else to focus on. Anything to get rid of the mental image of Eurypon's disappointed face and the scolding voice ringing in his head.

“Mydei, I–” Khaslana tries again, but with no success.

“Please sir,” Mydei accentuates the words as he looks up at Khaslana. His cheeks are dusted with pink, honey gold eyes glinting with desperation. It must be a pitiful sight because the actor scans his face carefully.

Khaslana fights with his thoughts, keeping his gaze on Mydei for the entire time before finally closing his eyes with a beaten sigh.

“Okay,” the word comes out so softly that Mydei would almost miss it if Khaslana didn't take a step forward closer to him. A hand cups his cheek before moving down and unclenching Mydei's hold to instead lace their fingers together, giving a light squeeze.

In the blink of an eye, Mydei drags the actor through the door and kisses him hungrily. He opens his mouth right away, inviting Khaslana to push his tongue inside. Soft moans fall from his lips as he focuses solely on the kiss.

With their hands still intertwined, Mydei brings them down between his legs, pressing Khaslana's palm against his clothed pussy. Before he can get any real friction, the actor is already twisting out of his hold and pushing him gently against the wall. 

“Easy. I'm not going anywhere,” Khaslana breaks the kiss as his hands lay reassuringly on Mydei's hips, grounding him. He stays still while Khaslana leans in, leaving a trail of kisses along his jaw and neck before connecting their lips again. 

Only when he deems Mydei has calmed down enough, does he reward him by pressing a toned thigh between his legs. Mydei gasps as he moves his hips, finally getting some attention where he needs it the most. 

He grinds against the thigh slowly, finding leverage on Khaslana's shoulders to push himself down even harder. “Yeah, baby, just like that. Nice and slow,” Khaslana whispers as he guides Mydei's hips closer. The rubbing of the material against his clit makes him suck in a breath and bite down harshly on his lip. 

The friction starts to burn, but it's still not enough. Not enough to make him cum and not enough to wipe away the memories of Eurypon. Mydei rolls his hips again, tearing up from the frustration. He tries to speed up, but Khaslana's hands prevent him from doing so.

“Let me take care of it, hm? Where's your bedroom, honey?” Khaslana asks, still rocking Mydei gently against his thigh.

“First door on the left at the end of the corridor,” Mydei recites in one gasp and bares his throat to let Khaslana run his tongue over the red tattoo there. “Carry me, sir?”

Not like Khaslana had any other plans as he's already lifting him up from the ground, one arm secured under his ass and the other on his back. Mydei wraps his legs around the actor's middle and buries his face in the crook of his neck. He's rarely this compliant, but Khaslana seems to be enjoying the change, humming as Mydei mouths at his sun tattoo. 

Once they reach the bed, Mydei immediately tries to undress, but Khaslana stops him.

“I said I'll take care of this,” he reminds gently, yet with enough firmness for Mydei to let go of his top and let Khaslana do it for him.

There's no teasing, no taunting, just quick work of Khaslana's hands and the soft touch of his fingers on Mydei's skin. This gentleness is nowhere to be seen when the actor gets his own clothes off, haphazardly throwing them somewhere on the floor.

Khaslana crawls over him, pushing him to lie flat on his back, before laying down on the bed next to him. Mydei can feel the hardening cock nudging his hipbone as the actor props himself up, slotting one arm under Mydei's head. His other hand ventures down and Mydei spreads his legs willingly so it can settle between them.

Fingers find his clit straight away, rubbing slow circles over the sensitive bud. Mydei bucks his hips with a gasp, chasing the feeling despite the slight burn from earlier. His brain slowly starts to cloud with pleasure, but it's still nowhere enough to cover unwanted memories.

Khaslana spreads his fingers, running them over his folds and back to his clit while pulling him into another kiss. His mouth swallows all of Mydei's moans as he slowly applies more pressure on his pussy.

“Fuck, sir–” Mydei breaks the kiss with a hiss when fingers pinch his clit, “Inside– I need you inside…”

“Cum for me like this first and then I'll give you what you need, how about that?” Khaslana's breath ghosts over his cheek and Mydei nods without a second thought, wanting to get his reward as soon as possible.

The actor's hand now palms his pussy, fingers spread over his folds and thumb pressing roughly against his clit. Mydei focuses on the touch and bucks his hips twice before his cunt clenches and he spills over Khaslana's hand.

Lips press delicately against his temple. “Good job, baby.”

Before Mydei can savor the words, two fingers slip inside the wet hole. Khaslana finds his sweet spot with ease, pressing against it with every push and making him mewl. Normally, Mydei would ask for at least a second to catch his breath, but tonight the overwhelming pleasure is exactly what he needs. 

He closes his eyes and loses himself to the feeling, coming down from his high just to start climbing back towards the peak right after. His walls still clench weakly and moans mix with the sound of digits plunging inside him.

Khaslana presses deeper while his mouth moves to Mydei’s ear, licking and nibbling at his earlobe. A blush spreads across his face as the actor's tongue runs along his cartilage before it dips into the inner side of his ear. Khaslana alternates between biting and licking, blowing cold air onto the wet skin to make Mydei shiver. Oh, how Mydei wishes that mouth was somewhere else.

A third finger slides in, filling him up as Mydei lets his mind wander on that thought. 

He imagines Khaslana's face between his legs, pressing kisses on his thighs as he makes his way towards his aching heat. The actor would push his legs apart further with that typical smile of his before dipping down to press his tongue against his pussy. He would praise Mydei during it, tell him how well he's doing, how proud Khaslana is of him–

“Please, daddy–”

They both freeze. The bedroom falls deadly silent, only the sound of Mydei's pounding heart rings in his ears. He looks at the ceiling, then at the wall and then at the ceiling again – anywhere besides Khaslana. Maybe if he ignores the subject long enough they can forget it ever happened.

After what feels like eternity, Khaslana starts moving his fingers again, much slower than before.

“Is this what that stunt back then in the restaurant was about?” He whispers. Mydei pointedly stays quiet. “All this time all you had to do was ask for it. I don't mind.”

The fingers curl and only a whimper slips past Mydei's lips before he closes his jaw shut. As long as he doesn't acknowledge it, it's not real.

“Mydei.”

“Shut up.”

“Baby,” Khaslana tries again, his whole body now pressing against Mydei. “Say it again.”

“No.” 

It's ridiculous. He's not saying that, he has no idea how it even slipped the first time. 

“Come on. If this is what you need tonight, then say it.” Khaslana tilts his chin, forcing Mydei to finally look at him.

The actor's gaze holds him in place and Mydei feels his resolve slipping away. He rolls the word around his mouth like a sour candy that gets sweeter the longer it stays on his tongue. 

Khaslana's lips are almost touching his, his cheeks dusted with pink. And maybe his friends were right all along or maybe there's simply something wrong with him because he swallows hard and whispers.

“...daddy.” 

Khaslana pulls him into a deep kiss and flips his wrist, pressing the palm of his hand directly onto Mydei's clit. His pace quickens, ripping muffled moans out of Mydei. “That's it, baby. Good boy. My good boy,” Khaslana murmurs against his lips and it shouldn't sound this good.

Mydei feels the heaviness in his chest lifting as he allows himself to let go of everything, thinking only about Khaslana's hot breath on his skin, his touch and sweet gentle words whispered to him. 

“S-shit… I'm gonna–” he doesn't get to finish before his body tenses and he cums with a broken sob. Khaslana fingers him through his orgasm without a break, spreading open the clenching walls. “Wait–”

“Shh, you're doing so good for me,” Khaslana shushes him, wiping the lone tear running down his cheek from overstimulation. “You can give daddy one more, can't you?” 

It sounds so dirty coming from Khaslana and despite his face burning up, he nods weakly. The thumb on his cheek falls to his bottom lip and brushes over it before dipping inside to drag his jaw down and allow Khaslana to lick into his mouth.

Khaslana pulls away, a string of saliva still connecting their lips together, and tilts Mydei's head to look down between his legs.

“See how well you take me? So perfect.” Khaslana buries his fingers so deep that Mydei sees stars. He can barely keep his eyes focused on the digits disappearing inside him, hitting his sweet spot repeatedly. 

There's something rubbing his hip and Mydei turns his gaze there just to see Khaslana's cock rutting against it, smearing the dripping precum all over his hipbone. The sight of the actor desperately chasing his release does it for Mydei and he comes again, a mindless string of daddy, sir and Khaslana falls from his lips. His mind is finally blissfully empty; no nagging voice, no angered scowl, just blinding pleasure and Khaslana overwhelming all his senses.

The feeling of Mydei spasming around his fingers, coating them in even more slick just seems to make the actor go faster. “Fuck, yes, baby,” he pants as Mydei's legs clamp around his arm. He shifts slightly, practically humping Mydei like a dog in rut now before spilling all over his abdomen with a loud groan.

Only when Mydei sniffles from another orgasm rocking his body weakly, does Khaslana pull out his fingers and lie down fully on the bed, bringing Mydei closer to his chest.

Their rapid breathing slowly calms down and the awkward silence envelops them once more. Mydei tries to ignore it and closes his eyes, hoping the sleep will save him. 

“I saw that message from your mom,” Khaslana starts carefully. Mydei tenses.

“Yeah, I figured,” he responds after a moment, knowing all too well where this is going, but still hoping Khaslana will drop the subject.

“If you want to–”

“No,” he cuts the actor off. He doesn't want to talk about what happened in bed, nor about his relationship with his father or his ‘daddy issues’, as his friends put it. Especially not when he's sticky with cum and slick and tired from coming four times.

Thankfully, Khaslana doesn't pry further. “Okay,” he says with a kiss on Mydei's head before getting up. “Sorry for making a mess. I'll go get you cleaned up.” Mydei follows him with his eyes as the actor strolls through his bedroom. Khaslana stops momentarily in the doorway, turning towards him with a smile. “I'm proud of you too, Mydei.” 

He winks and disappears behind the door while Mydei curses him out under his breath and buries his red face into the pillow.

The words still play in his head on repeat as he closes his eyes shut. Stupid Khaslana with his stupid handsome face and stupid sweet words and the stupid tenderness in his eyes–

Mydei doesn't even notice when Khaslana comes back to clean him carefully and doesn't hear the words mumbled with a kiss to his temple as he already drifts to sleep with the actor on his mind.

“My birthday is tomorrow.”

Mydei lifts his head to look at Khaslana with a questioning gaze.

It's been a month since that night at Mydei's house. Neither of them brought it up again and their relationship stayed more or less the same.

Except that Mydei finds himself sometimes craving a simple kiss and a cute date more than a hot touch on his skin in bed. He enjoys the little outings and conversations about everything and nothing, small gifts and their hands brushing when they walk together.

Even now they're sitting together on a bench in a park, watching Fig Stew getting his enrichment time (which apparently includes sleeping on a fluffy golden retriever that surprisingly doesn't mind the cat's company).

“Remind me, how old are you? Sixty?” He teases.

“Good guess, but no. I'll be forty,” Khaslana chuckles and takes a sip of his coffee. He's quiet for a second, seemingly trying to figure out how to approach the topic further. “I wanted to know if you'd like to join us for dinner? Nothing fancy, just me, Cyrene and Aglaea.”

Mydei scoffs. It reminds him of all his birthday parties his father dragged him to. “Is this how old people celebrate their birthdays?” 

“No, the proper party is next week. This is just a small celebration for the closest friends.”

Mydei's heart skips a beat at that.

‘Celebration for the closest friends’ and Khaslana decides to invite him? Is this what they are in his eyes? Close friends?

Mydei doesn't know which one of the words hit him the most, but he shifts awkwardly in his spot. “Sorry, but I already made plans with the guys.” It's not exactly a lie, but he could probably find time for both. “Besides, I wouldn't want to make it awkward for your friends.”

Or for himself, for that matter. Mydei is not sure if he would be able to sit there with people he barely knows, introduced as Khaslana's ‘close friend’.

“Ah, of course, I understand,” the smile Khaslana offers him doesn't fully reach his eyes. “Will I see you afterwards then?” Khaslana asks with a kind of eagerness Mydei never heard from him.

At the same time, Fig Stew makes his way back to them, jumping on the bench and stretching on Khaslana's knees. Khaslana pets him behind his ears, eliciting a loud, satisfied purr. Mydei can't help, but smile at that as he too runs his hand through the fluffy fur, the action putting his mind at ease.

He moves closer to Khaslana, bumping his shoulder in the process. “You should have let me know earlier. I would have bought you a present.” 

This seems to be a satisfying enough answer for Khaslana as his eyes light up again.

“Believe me, your presence will be more than enough.”

Is this too much?

Mydei thinks to himself, already waiting for Khaslana at his door to surprise the man when he comes back from his dinner. He looks down at the cake in his hands that he baked earlier, decorated in purple and yellow icing (which was an absolute nightmare to get in relatively matching shades) and a small Happy Birthday and Khaslana's age written in the middle.

A cake. That he baked himself. For Khaslana. Who's his fuck buddy. Or worse – a ‘close friend’ as the man put it.

If he could, he would punch himself in the face right now. 

In hindsight, this idea was completely insane. The only reason he went through with it is that he felt bad not being able to get Khaslana a gift in time.  

A familiar car finally pulls over and Khaslana walks up to him, clearly puzzled.

“You've been waiting here for me?” Khaslana's tone quickly changes from surprised to fond when he notices the clear packaging in Mydei's hands. “And you baked me a cake?”

Mydei straightens up, bringing the cake higher to let Khaslana get a better look.

“Of course. The bakery ones are nothing but pure sugar, so to ensure it would taste good I had to make it myself.” 

The idea itself might be ridiculous, but Mydei thinks his explanation was perfectly normal, so he doesn't understand why Khaslana's face is twisting in some weird ways. Does he think it will taste bad? Mydei furrows his brows; he's a great baker. It's obviously going to be delicious–

Suddenly, he feels arms wrapping around his middle, careful not to crush the cake, as Khaslana pulls him into a tight hug.

“Titans, the things you do to me. Thank you, Mydei,” he whispers tenderly and Mydei's own heart flutters. Khaslana nuzzles his neck and a smirk creeps up on his lips. “I can't believe I'm getting two cakes for my birthday.”

Mydei looks utterly confused. “Do you need your eyes checked? There's only one cake.”

As soon as he says that, Khaslana's hands slide lower, grabbing a handful of his ass to get the message across. Oh.

“Hmph. You really are just an old pervert after all.”

Khaslana laughs at that, loud and bright and it makes Mydei warm all over. 

Before he knows it, the actor unlocks the door behind his back and scoops him up in a bridal carry. The unexpected action makes Mydei clutch onto the cake packaging to save it from falling. Khaslana gives him an apologetic nod as he hurriedly carries him to the bedroom.

Mydei sets the cake safely on the bedside drawer before falling back onto the sheets and pulling Khaslana with him. The actor hovers above him, caging him against the bed.

Hungry gold gaze meets Mydei's coy smile as he plays with Khaslana's tie.

“Since it's your birthday, you can do anything you want to me,” Mydei bats his eyelashes, slowly undoing the tie in his hands. The cake might have been the main gift, but it won't hurt to give Khaslana something extra. Especially something for both of them to enjoy.

Khaslana cocks his brow. “Really anything?” He inquires as his thumb finds its favorite spot on Mydei's bottom lip. A light press is enough for Mydei to wrap his lips around it and suck gently, looking straight into his eyes, luring him closer. “What if I said… I want to make love to you?” Khaslana asks, quietly. He slips his thumb out, brushing over Mydei's glossy lip. 

The question leaves Mydei stunned. He studies Khaslana's face, trying to figure out if it's just a new game or if the words are sincere. Oh, how Mydei wishes they were…

The realization comes unexpectedly, crashing over his body.

All those confusing feelings, the warmth spreading in his chest during their meetings, aching for more than just burning pleasure… it all falls into place, suddenly gaining a proper name in Mydei's mind.

Mydei didn't notice when he started holding his breath, but he exhales slowly. Khaslana is still looking at him with an unreadable expression and Mydei settles for the safest option, putting back on his playful smirk. Whether it's real or not, they still can at least pretend for tonight.

He offers his hands up, fully surrendering. “All yours, sir.”

Tension seems to leave Khaslana as he grabs both of Mydei's wrists in one hand and pins them above his head. He looms over Mydei, foreheads almost touching. “Just use my name tonight.”

“Alright then,” Mydei lifts his head to whisper against the actor's lips, “Khaslana.”

Khaslana closes the remaining distance between them, pulling Mydei into a passionate kiss. Their lips slot together perfectly and no matter how many times they've done it before, Mydei still finds himself lightheaded from the way Khaslana kisses him.

The actor's tongue doesn't leave a single spot in his mouth unclaimed and he only pulls away so he can hurriedly get their shirts off before diving back in. His hands venture over Mydei's exposed torso before settling on his chest, giving a light squeeze. 

Mydei breaks the kiss with a gasp when nails scrape his nipples and Khaslana takes this opportunity to lick the spit from his lips before moving down to his neck. Khaslana bites and sucks on the unmarked skin and Mydei can already feel hickeys blooming there. He instinctively angles his head, giving Khaslana a better access to his throat and he hums contently. 

With one last suck on the underside of Mydei's jaw, the actor's focus lands on his chest now. Khaslana kisses the tattooed over scars before wrapping his lips around one of the nipples. He twists the other bud between his fingers and Mydei moans, pressing his chest into Khaslana's face, chasing the pleasant feeling.

“Kephale, you are so beautiful,” Khaslana murmurs as he switches to now suck on the other nipple. 

The blush on Mydei's face spreads down to his chest; the simple complement somehow makes him more flustered than any filthy words ever did.

Khaslana pulls away and looks down proudly at his work – Mydei with his lips slightly parted, his skin dusted pink, dark spots already visible on his neck and puffy nipples glistening with spit.

“Quit staring.” Mydei kicks his thigh lightly to hopefully get the actor’s hands back on himself.

“I thought I'm supposed to savor my gift,” Khaslana hums as he grabs his waist, smiling at how nicely his hands fit the spot.

“You're not exactly doing a lot of savoring right now.”

The golden eyes glint at that as Khaslana leans down to leave a chaste kiss on Mydei's lips. “Don't worry, I will.”

He grabs the waistband of Mydei's jeans and takes them off in one smooth slide before settling between his thighs. Mydei's breath hitches when the actor places a kiss on his abdomen and throws his legs over his broad shoulders. 

Khaslana starts off slowly; mouthing at the skin of his thighs, leaving small pecks and licks. After a moment, he starts to apply more pressure, sucking hickeys to match the ones on Mydei's neck before finally sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. Mydei’s muscles twitch under the actor’s lips and he impatiently shifts his hips to press against Khaslana’s mouth, but the man holds him firmly in place.

Only when he’s satisfied with the amount of marks left does he finally move to Mydei’s crotch. Fingers hook under the band and hot breath hits his damp underwear as Khaslana flattens his tongue against it, lapping at his clit through the material. Mydei sighs softly and lifts his hips both to get more friction and to make it easier for Khaslana to take off his boxers. 

In a heartbeat, Khaslana's mouth is back on him. The man's tongue licks between his folds, gathering the pooling slick and going up to his clit. He starts sucking lightly on the bud and a hand twists into his hair.

“Hah… fuck, Khas–” Mydei moans, tugging at Khaslana's hair when he feels teeth nibbling gently at his clit.

The light pain spurs Khaslana to quicken his pace, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. Nails dig into his scalp and he finally gives Mydei's clit a break as he moves lower with a pleasured groan. The low sound rings sweetly in Mydei's ears and he pulls the man closer, bucking his hips into his face. Khaslana licks his folds tentatively, teasing around his hole before pushing his tongue inside. At first, it slips in and out shallowly, lapping at the dripping slick. The tongue worms its way deeper, finally reaching the bundle of nerves that makes Mydei's toes curl.

The man’s name falls freely in between needy moans as Khaslana eats him out fervently. Mydei arches his back when the hands gripping his thighs pull him closer towards the man's face. His walls clench around Khaslana's tongue, sucking it even deeper till the actor's nose bumps against his clit. The soft muscle works him open, curling perfectly to press on all his sweet spots and Mydei can feel the coil tighten in his stomach already.

“Khaslana, please… –don't stop… I'm so close–” Mydei's grip tightens and he looks down at Khaslana with teary eyes. 

The man is already watching him with a dazed gaze, brows knitted in concentration as he's adamant on making Mydei fall apart on his tongue. And after a few more pushes and a precise suck, Mydei breaks with a shuddered moan.

His legs squeeze around Khaslana's head and his hips move on their own. Khaslana stays still and relaxes his jaw, letting Mydei ride out his orgasm on his face. Wet moans slip past his lips when slick drips freely onto his tongue. 

“Fuck, you taste so good, Mydei. Did you know that?” Khaslana mumbles, drunk on Mydei's taste as he laps at his pussy to get every last drop, before finally pulling away and licking his lips clean. He rubs his face against Mydei's thigh, looking straight into his eyes. There's still some slick coating the man's chin and hair clings to his sweaty forehead and Mydei almost groans at the erotic display. 

“How… how would I know that?” He pants out as his body goes completely lax. 

As soon as he asks that, Khaslana pulls him into a sloppy kiss. Mydei lets out a surprised little mewl at the faint sweetness, only after a moment realizing he’s tasting himself on the man’s tongue. 

The tips of his ears turn red and he breaks the kiss with a pout. “Gross,” he concludes, too embarrassed to admit the filthy kiss actually turned him on. Before Khaslana gets a chance to tease him about it, Mydei quickly changes the subject. “Why are you still in your pants? It’s unfair I’m the only one fully naked.”

A low chuckle rumbles in Khaslana’s chest as he obediently takes his remaining clothes off. His cock springs out when he pulls down his boxers, already rock hard and leaking. Mydei's mouth salivates at the sight, but he swallows it quickly, pushing his arousal down to instead tease the man.

“Did you really get all worked up just from eating me out? That’s pathetic– Ah!” Two fingers push inside him without a warning and immediately start to scissor him open.

“And you are so wet and loose just from my tongue. I wonder if you even need preparation,” Khaslana points out, spreading out his fingers and smiling when Mydei's walls twitch, trying to squeeze around them.

Without stopping, Khaslana reaches for the bedside drawer to fish out a condom. Before he can open the packet, nails dig into his forearm and he turns his attention back to Mydei.

“Don't you fucking dare to put that on,” Mydei hisses. He needs to finally feel Khaslana bare inside him and he won't get a better chance than tonight.

Khaslana seems a bit taken aback by the request, but an intense stare Mydei sends him is enough to make him oblige and lean down with a smile. “As you wish, honey.”

Their lips connect again as Khaslana slips his fingers out to instead interlock them with Mydei's. The actor pins both of his hands on either side of his head, giving a light squeeze. 

Mydei smiles into the kiss as he squeezes back and wraps his legs around Khaslana's waist. He pulls the actor closer, moaning sweetly when his cock slides over his folds. Precum drips onto his pussy and he clamps his legs even harder at the thought of the man filling him up soon.

Mydei's needediness prompts Khaslana to start moving his hips. His cock presses between the folds, lubing the shaft in dripping slick and his tip breaches the wet hole, eliciting even more muffled whimpers. Khaslana breaks the kiss to suck new marks onto Mydei's neck as his hips continue their shallow thrusting.

“Stop teasing mmh- just… just put it in ah- already,” Mydei says impatiently, the pleasure coiling in his stomach making it hard to speak. If it lasts any longer, he's ready to flip them over and get the man's dick inside himself.

Luckily, Khaslana’s self-restraint seems to be running thin tonight too, as he pushes his cock inside in the next thrust. Even despite sleeping with the man so many times, taking him is still a challenge and Mydei needs to hold his breath when he feels the girthy ten inches stretch his walls to their limits. 

Teeth sink into his shoulder as Khaslana bottoms out inside him. The curved head brushes over his cervix in a slow grind, leaving him gasping.

“Shit, Mydei, you feel so divine,” Khaslana grunts as his dick twitches, making Mydei's walls clench harder around the length. Without the latex keeping them apart, Khaslana's cock feels even warmer inside him, coating him with precum as every vein pulses directly against his flesh. "You squeeze me so tight like you can't get enough of my cock. Want me even deeper, baby?”

Another deep thrust is almost enough to push past the tight ring of muscles. “Maybe start fucking me like you mean it first and then talk. Or do I have to do it myself?” Mydei lifts his hips with great effort and grinds back against the actor to get him moving.

Khaslana doesn't need to be told twice when he slams his hips flush against Mydei's. The tip of his cock bullies its way to Mydei's cervix, stretching the tight muscles to fit the swollen head. The man pulls out halfway before pushing back in, rutting against his sweet spot over and over again. 

Sex with Khaslana has always been amazing, but tonight Mydei feels like he's reaching new highs. Khaslana's mouth is back on his skin, adamant on marking up every spot he can reach as every drag of his cock batters Mydei's insides and makes his eyes roll back.

“Ah! Khaslana! Khas–!” Mydei throws his head back, screaming at each powerful thrust. 

Tears run down his face as he arches his back from blinding pleasure. Khaslana presses closer, folding him almost in half, and Mydei has never been more grateful for adding stretching to his workouts. His grip on Khaslana's hands tightens and the man gives a reassuring squeeze back as he pounds him faster, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Mydei is too far gone to understand half of them with his climax rapidly approaching, but he still mindlessly nuzzles his face against Khaslana.

“Oh Mydei, you're so perfect,” Khaslana mumbles, rubbing his nose into Mydei's wet cheek. “Ever since we met at that party, you've been occupying my every thought. I've wanted to keep you here forever,” his grunts are getting louder as he starts to lose himself in pleasure too. “And not just like this. I've been looking forward to every text, every meeting. I've dreamt of nothing more than to hold you, cherish you…” Khaslana's voice cracks slightly when he continues pouring out everything that's been on his mind. 

“I love you, Mydei.”

Mydei's eyes widen at the confession as Khaslana kisses him deep and passionately. His heart swells at the words; everything feels like too much and he can only kiss Khaslana back with fervor as a small sob hitches in the back of his throat. It only takes a couple more sloppy thrusts for Mydei to come with so much warmth in his chest he’s never felt before. His body shakes from pleasure and Khaslana lets go of his hands to instead cradle his face. The man rubs his cheeks tenderly as his movements fall out of the rhythm, nearing his climax too.  

Even rocked to overstimulation, Mydei still feels Khaslana trying to pull out, so he wraps his legs tighter, pushing him back in and locking him in place.

“Don’t. I need you inside… Khaslana, please– Khas…” Mydei throws his arms around the man’s neck to pull him closer. He’s been waiting for this too long to now let go of Khaslana so easily.

Khaslana puts his arms under his body to bring them chest to chest, hugging Mydei as tight as possible. “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispers as he grinds into Mydei's inviting heat.

Their tangled bodies move together, skin rubbing against skin as their pleasured sounds fill the room. Khaslana’s hips jerk and he finally comes, spilling inside Mydei with a muffled moan. The foreign feeling is enough to tip Mydei over the edge again and he spasms around the length. He feels so full and warm, his belly slightly bulging from how deep Khaslana pumps inside him. 

They pant heavily into each other’s mouths, slowly coming down from their highs with lazy thrusts. Mydei doesn’t have the strength to keep his legs up anymore as his body melts like jelly in Khaslana’s embrace. Only when their breathing comes back to normal, Khaslana pulls out with a squelch and lies down next to him. His arms are still wrapped tightly around Mydei as if he's scared he's going to move away.

Mydei winces at the cum leaking out of his used hole, but he feels satisfied more than ever. With his mind no longer clouded with pleasure, it comes back to Khaslana’s confession and his heart flutters. One specific question keeps repeating in his mind over and over again: what now? Suddenly, he’s very aware of the heavy silence between them and he realizes something very important– 

“I’m sorry.”

“I love you too.”

They blink at each other in confusion as their words come out at the same time.

Mydei is first to recover and he narrows his eyes. “What the hell are you apologizing for this time!?” He springs up to stare daggers at Khaslana. He just confessed back and Khaslana does that!? He’s going to strangle this old man one day.

Khaslana just looks back at him with the dumbest expression Mydei has ever seen on his face and he hates how his heart gets all giddy at that.

“I– You are still so young and have so much ahead of you. It’s unfair and selfish of me to want you to be stuck with me,” Khaslana explains, shifting his gaze away. Again with that guilty puppy look. “But I meant every word I said. I truly do love you.”

Nikador, give him strength because he will strike this man down himself. 

“I know I called you old, but stop acting as if you have one foot in the grave already,” Mydei sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. How can a man this confident (and an absolute beast in bed) get so insecure the moment Mydei's feelings get involved. “I’ve already said I love you too, so it's pretty clear what I want.” 

He finishes with a kiss on Khaslana's lips, grazing the bottom one with his teeth as he pulls away. Hopefully this will get through his thick skull. Khaslana looks at him completely smitten, eyes tender and a gentle smile on his lips. 

“So should I call you my boyfriend now?” Mydei asks with a hint of teasing, expecting Khaslana to fold at the words like earlier.

“I mean you can keep calling me daddy if you prefer– ow! Ow! Sorry,” Khaslana laughs as he massages the bruise on his arm from a close meeting with Mydei's fist. “I'm only half joking though. I'll gladly be whatever you need me to be for as long as you'll have me, Mydei.” 

And all of a sudden, it's Mydei's turn to lie there, blushing furiously at the serious confession. Damn Khaslana and his way with words.

“You need to start reading less sappy poetry,” Mydei grunts, shaking his head, but in reality the words make him melt and he'll gladly hear it over and over again. “Boyfriend is enough for now.” The other one… might stay only in the bedroom.

Khaslana hums approvingly as he tries to pull him back against his chest, but Mydei is already climbing atop of him with a different idea.

He sits comfortably in Khaslana's lap as the man's hands trail up his thighs with a seductive smile. “Oh? Want to go for round two?”

Well, it doesn't sound half bad actually. He won't be able to walk straight tomorrow anyway, but first…

A cake tray lands on Khaslana's chest. “I think you forgot about something,” Mydei says, already opening the box and scooping some cake onto a plastic teaspoon. He holds it out towards Khaslana, mimicking their first dinner together. “Say ahh.”

A lighthearted snort follows the command, but Khaslana opens his mouth obediently, allowing Mydei to feed him. Mydei watches amused as the actor licks his lips happily, savoring the taste of the homemade cake.

While he's busy spooning another piece, Khaslana – that bastard – dips two fingers into a cake and smears it all over Mydei's nipple. Before he gets the chance to react, the man is already licking the cream clean.

“You're nothing more than an old, pervy hyena!” Mydei yelps in disbelief, tugging Khaslana – who's just laughing in his face – by his hair away from his chest.

The actor sighs dreamily and Mydei regrets ever feeling bad for him. “Mhm tastes even better this way–” the words die on his tongue when Mydei shoves the spoon into his mouth and Khaslana gags when it hits the back of his throat.

Mydei smirks triumphantly, feeling himself get wet at the sight of Khaslana struggling to swallow the cake down. 

“You can't even last one night without being a brat, can you?” The actor's voice drops to that specific low that sends shivers down Mydei's spine and gets him going instantly. 

“I have no idea what you're talking about, sir,” he challenges, taking a lazy bite of the cake and licking the spoon clean.

The bait works wonderfully and the next thing he knows is that the cake lands back on the bedside drawer as Khaslana pulls himself up and grabs his hips possessively. Their gazes meet, so full of unsatiated hunger and pure devotion.

Excitement shoots through Mydei's body as he grinds down against the hardening cock and leans over to nibble at Khaslana’s ear.

“Happy birthday, Khas.” 

“Heph, stop texting him. He's in good hands,” Peucesta sighs, using the old guitar string to play with Fig Stew.

“In very good hands,” Ptolemy snorts as he flips through the books on Mydei's shelf.

Hephaestion groans, exasperated. Why is it always only him taking things seriously? “That's exactly the issue. I need his voice intact and his legs working in a few hours.”

Perdikkas stretches on the couch with a yawn. “I'm sure they're just finishing up the cake from yesterday.” He waves his hand dismissively. 

“Well, at least one of the cakes is for sure getting eaten,” Leonnius cuts in with a laugh as he shows the rest his phone. 

They all gather closer to look at the small screen. There's a new message from Mydei with a selfie attached.

He appears to be sitting on the kitchen counter, a purple shirt falling off his shoulder, fresh hickeys poking from underneath and his body almost fully covered from view by the broad back.

‘Tell Hephaestion to stop blowing up my phone again. My boyfriend will drop me off at home later.’