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It's hot.
Way too hot.
For Mydei, it's already bad enough when the compressor in his AC at his fancy apartment broke down and he feels sticky and disgusting from the weather, and the maintenance team are still finding a replacement for it for a few days now.
But what makes it worse is that his big boyfriend whom he loves very very much, runs lava hot and insists on still being a big clingy puppy.
His love for Phainon can never be tested. His tolerance, however, is another thing.
He's supposed to have finished his latest reading about food industry business practices, but he's spent the last five minutes wrestling Phainon's hold off of him after the man has tried to stick his chest against the back of his already soaked tank top. His boyfriend put up a fight, sure, but Mydei pulled away from the squirming lug of a beast with a victorious look as he brushed off his tank top and shorts.
“Mydeeeei! I promise I won't do it again, please," Phainon whimpered and struggled against his bindings, which was literally just Mydei's face towel wrapped around his wrists twice and tied up twice more for good measure. Mydei was worried it might cut off circulation, but Phainon has done nothing but whine so he's definitely, utterly still fine.
"That's what you said before you slobbered over my back again and put your hands on me. I keep telling you, it's too damn hot!” Mydei shouted, exactly like he was scolding a big dog, especially since Phainon was now looking at him with big, doe blue eyes under his glasses. Oh Titans, his white hair is sticking to his forehead. Does he not feel that?
"But I miss cuddling with you…we've been so busy since our schedules changed,” Phainon really tries to make himself look pitiable, even clasping his hands while they're still tied together. “Today is finally the first day we get to be at home together again."
“Well, tough luck. You can hog me all you want once the AC is repaired," Mydei huffs, turning his face away to not fall for the same puppy trap and hide the little blush on his cheeks. He sits back down on the couch and pulls his tablet back to his lap as he turns away from his still whimpering boyfriend, who no doubt frowns as much as he can behind him.
"But the repair guys are taking way too long! I'll wear gloves with ice cubes in them if you want,” Phainon shifts close, to which Mydei turns back slightly in warning to make him stop.
"You'll get the couch dirty once they melt," the blonde reasons, and turns back to his tablet again, hopefully having defeated whatever other stupid thought that may pop up in Phainon's head.
Mydei thinks he's won for now. Later, he'll free Phainon (and kiss his wrists in case they did hurt), turn the fan to the highest setting, and let him cuddle for a total of three minutes, as long as he's behaved for the time being. At least, that's what seems to be what the silence is signifying…
…Until Mydei feels Phainon slump over his back entirely, and he hears the hitch in his boyfriend's breath.
“O-Oh shit," Phainon breathes out, panicky. “I-I didn't mean to fall right over- I just wanted to get closer, I swear…"
He says that, but then he's brushing his lips over Mydei's nape.
“Phainon." Mydei says as one, final warning.
“But you still smell so good even if you're all sweaty…" Phainon ignores it all completely and kisses his skin.
Oh, Titans-
“HKS!" Mydei turns around with enough force that the white haired man slams against the back of the couch with a gasp. The blonde gives him no reprieve, and he hovers his tattooed hands over Phainon's waist, his tight print shirt cut sinfully against his torso which gives Mydei the wonderful vision of his strong boyfriend's vulnerable sides.
And Phainon realizes, with doom behind his glasses, just what his infuriated boyfriend is about to do.
“No," Phainon chuckles nervously, trying to squirm, but it's no use with Mydei straddling him and pressing a knee against his hip. “M-Mydei, hey, baby, let's talk about this-"
“Too late," Mydei declares, and puts his hands down.
They immediately skirt and scratch at Phainon's waist and up his sides, right across his ribcage erratically, tickling the white haired man with no mercy. A burst of helpless laughter falls from Phainon's lips in between gasps and pleas for Mydei to stop.
“Oh, man up! Face your consequences- I've told you to not touch me and yet here we are!" Mydei exclaims, a little smile playing on his lips watching his thrashing boyfriend squirm and try to get away from his hands. “Isn't this what you wanted? You should be grateful I'm touching you!”
"N-Nooo, please, not like- hahaha! M-Mydei, hhh- no, no please, I can't anymore, baby-” Phainon wheezes, fingers gripping for dear life at his own hands. The towel is still holding up miraculously, and it's not doing his boyfriend any favors of getting away. “I'm soooorry! Pleaaase, stop- ahahahaha- Mydei!”
Mydei huffs as he lets the tickle torture last for a couple more seconds longer, scratching his nails against Phainon's waist lightly before he pulls away before his boyfriend actually ends up wetting his own cargo pants. (Or, maybe he'll let him, because he can do with not seeing these yellow-purple striped shorts for a while…)
Just as he's about to pull off his lap and go back to actually finishing his reading, thinking Phainon is absolutely exhausted at the forced laughter, his thigh brushes against something firm.
Mydei looks back and flushes, and whips his head back to look at Phainon's own flushed face.
“You're hard," the blonde grits his teeth. “Why are you hard."
“‘C-Cause you touched me and were on my lap…?” Phainon tried to sound reasonable. Really, it's cute when he tries to.
"I was tickling you!”
"Yeah and it feltamazingandgood?!?!?!” Phainon sounded so confused over his own feelings. Ugh, fucking adorable, even at a time like this.
Mydei just sighs, getting off of Phainon's lap to sit down at his side. “I swear, you get more kinks everyday just all for me to figure out accidentally…”
As Mydei weighs the option of kicking Phainon out of the couch and force him to take a cold shower while said boyfriend is trying to defend himself with no success because he has a myriad of other turn-ons that aren't even as strange as this one is, a wonderfully cruel idea suddenly popped up in his head.
One way to get a dog obedient is to give it some activity and tire it out so it's completely pliant and impressionable.
He takes a look at Phainon's adorably handsome and sputtering face, and hums in interest loud enough that his boyfriend finally turns his attention to him.
“A-Anyway, it's definitely some kind of p-physiological reaction, okay, because your hands were at my stomach a-and it was close to my-" Phainon gets cut off because suddenly Mydei is reaching over with his right hand and hovering over the ‘physiological reaction’.
There's a different kind of doom in Phainon's eyes, Mydei notices. Like a bit of fear mixed in with shocked arousal that the blonde can't help but smile a bit at.
Oh, maybe his smile is a little too telling, because a sweat drop visibly drips down Phainon's chin, and it's not from the hot wind that blew through the open window.
"Mydei,” he pleads. "I love you. Y-You love me, right?”
Oh, of course he does. "Mm.”
Mydei delights in the way Phainon's throat bobs as his boyfriend accepts despair.
And he hears the cutest whine get torn out of the man's throat as soon as Mydei gets his hand on the clothed hard-on, pumping it with firm, languid strokes as he squeezes at the tip just to feel Phainon shake against him.
"D-Dei,” Phainon gasps, wrists struggling in vain while they're still held tight by the towel around them. He's already so teary-eyed under his glasses. “Y-You’re so cruel, Dei, ah…”
Mydei huffs as he moves his hand up again and palms the tip of Phainon's erection directly, which deepens the flush on his boyfriend's face. "Oh? So you don't want me to help you?”
Phainon shakes his head frantically as he bucks up slightly into Mydei's hand. “T-That’s not what I-! It's just- n-not like this…”
Mydei bites his lip as he presses his thighs together, now acutely aware of the soaked mess he has in his shorts. Had he been wet this whole time? He almost thought it was just the sweat.
But Phainon begging him for mercy like this was definitely the defining variable…
"You've been bad, stubborn, and not following any of my orders…” Mydei lists them off as if he's a judge in a courtroom reading off charges, and accentuates each transgression with a pump of his hand over the now leaking length. "I don't think you have any kind of permission right now to ask me how I should touch you.”
Phainon whimpers, especially as Mydei focuses on the tip of his length again and runs his palm over it once more, but he doesn't say any protest, biting his quivering bottom lip.
“Either you take this," Mydei inches closer now too, his lips hovering over Phainon's tensed neck. “Or none at all. What will it be, puppy?"
Mydei lets the clothed erection, hot and heavy through the fabric, rest against his hand as he waits for what Phainon will do. Though he knows his boyfriend will easily melt for him, he still gives him a choice every time if he wants to back out or keep going.
And, well, with the way Phainon took a shuddering, deep breath and clenched his fingers again, nodding so earnestly, Mydei knew that once again, his boyfriend took the latter route.
The blonde smiled and gave his big puppy a chaste kiss on the jaw.
“Good boy," he hums, and makes quick work of undoing Phainon's zipper and pulling his monster of a cock out of his boxers as he clenches his thighs harder. “Now breathe."
Mydei watches as Phainon immediately takes his advice yet loses his air anyway, as he gasps when the blonde wraps his hand around his shaft and rubs down. He carefully pulls at the skin so he could pull down his foreskin and take in the sight of such a wet, red tip.
“You're already so desperate," Mydei purrs against overheating skin, tasting on his lips the sheen of sweat that dripped down Phainon's jaw. “Barely started and you're so soaked. Can my puppy even handle it?"
He starts to pump slowly, twisting his wrist and hand around the tip whenever he slides up. Precum smears against his palm and he spreads it down Phainon's cock to lather it up for an easier slide, and it makes the breath in his boyfriend's throat catch.
“Dei, M-Mydei, ah-" Phainon inhales so sharply that it almost sounds like a sniffle, and his glasses slip down his nose slightly as he nods and bites his lip again. "I can. I c-can, I can- hh-"
“Can you now?" Mydei tests, and Phainon nods again as the blonde chuckles breathlessly and pulls his other hand from the back of the couch to slide Phainon's glasses up his face again. “Let's see about that."
So he moves his hand faster, until he's at a pace where he can hear the filthy, squelching slide of his skin against the heavy cock. Mydei keeps using the same technique, mostly because it makes Phainon feel like he nearly jumps out of his skin every time the blonde roughly brushes his palm over the still wet head.
And to test the waters, Mydei moved his hand up to the tip again and held his length by it gingerly, rubbing the pads of his fingers against the sensitive exposed underside of the head as he even scratched his nail lightly against the frenulum.
Now that makes Phainon choke on his spit and moan like he's crying.
"Ah, ah- it's too- hhah! I'll cum, Mydei, I-I might cum," Phainon warns, and Mydei feels a gush of wetness come out of his cunt and further dirty his shorts, and he moves his legs slightly so that he can slightly place one over his boyfriend's thigh and roll his hips slowly to ease some of his own pressure. “D-Don’t- Mydei, p-please-”
"Just a little more,” Mydei reassures him so sweetly it might be mistaken for mercy, but he immediately contradicts that as he moves his fingers faster, rubbing up and down and even squeezing lightly as Phainon bucks his hips up, only to be brought back down again by Mydei's thigh, but that doesn't stop the white haired man from still jerking up towards the torturous hand.
And just as Mydei feels Phainon about to fall over the peak, the precum oozing out of him like a faucet, he suddenly pulls his hand back.
Phainon gasps as his hips continue to buck up and his cock thrusts into the air- his brain not catching up yet to the sudden loss of stimulation.
He's so flushed and so teary-eyed, and Mydei just wants to finally see those tears actually fall down his cheeks so he could kiss his puppy better…
And what better way to do that than give Phainon absolutely no reprieve, getting his hand on his cock again and pumping fast once more as his boyfriend throws his head back in a strangled groan.
“T-Too fast, I- Mydeeei-!" He whines, and for the first time, the towel strains against his struggling. Though, Mydei doesn't let up, and when he feels Phainon throb in an all too familiar way against his hand, he drops down to the base of his cock and squeezes, tight enough to effectively stop any chance for Phainon to cum as his boyfriend chokes at the air in his throat and slumps against him with a shaky breath.
An inhuman, copious amount of precum leaks out of Phainon's slit, so much so that it makes it look like his cock is lubed up.
It was so filthy and so arousing, and Mydei had to bite his lip to keep an involuntary moan in.
“Such a good boy, what a good, good puppy…” Mydei kisses his wet cheeks, noticing Phainon is truly crying from being edged twice now. It makes his own cunt throb, but he pushes down his own need in the desire to be gratified by his boyfriend's pleasure and pain.
“One more. Just one more time, puppy," he hummed against the white haired man's heated skin, to which Phainon audibly sniffled over. "Mm? Do you want me to stop? I can, Phainon, just tell me…”
And even with his genuine consideration, Mydei sees the hazy, teary look in Phainon's blue eyes, staring at him with so much admiration and desire, and the blonde knew again exactly what the answer was. Phainon even nodded to emphasize it.
Kissing the corner of Phainon's mouth next as if to reward and encourage him further, Mydei savored his fun this time. He went slow, pulling his hand up his boyfriend's girthy length and then pulling down with so much care it would be called lazy.
Still, it seems Phainon loves it all the same, as he nuzzles into Mydei's sweaty neck, moaning into it as he clutched onto his hands for dear life while his wrists are still held by the now looser towel. He's already so obedient, not even trying to pull his hands apart and letting himself still be tied up…
But then, Mydei notices Phainon moving his head lower, nuzzling and whimpering into his body as the blonde moved slightly up to give his boyfriend more space, but Phainon stopped right over his clothed, plump chest, still covered by the tank top. The white haired man immediately nuzzled into the soft pec.
Mydei couldn't help but flush and chuckle knowingly, moving his hand up Phainon's length again as he got into a more comfortable position, reaching over more just so he can let his boyfriend press into his chest deeper.
“Needy thing," he purred, and Phainin doesn't seem to have any complaints towards the tease at all. “Well, since you've been good…go right ahead…"
Mydei let go of Phainon's cock just long enough that he can raise the hem of his tank top and bunch it up just under his collarbone, held up by the plumpness of his chest. He slightly shivered as his abs got hit by a rare cool breeze from the fan, but the sensation didn't last for long.
Because Phainon immediately latched onto his chest, with Mydei sighing at the sensation as the white haired man's lips moved from tracing the surgery scar covered by red ink under his pec, to licking over the brownish areola and sucking gently.
Phainon played with his chest enough times that more of his sensitivity was coming back, so Mydei was arching into the touch to happily welcome back more of the sensation.
"So gentle…" he hums in approval, giving Phainon a few fast pumps to show his appreciation. “Sucking like it'll give any milk…it's too early for that.”
Though his teasing words definitely got to Phainon, it seems like his boyfriend has some other plans, as he leaves a few kisses on his chest before he suddenly pulls away and nuzzles…under Mydei's arm?
Mydei slows his hand and rests at the base of Phainon's cock as he tilts his head in curiosity, and the white haired man just looks up at the blonde with the deepest flush, his glasses askew from nuzzling into the other man.
“Mydei…” he says softly against his bicep, "r-raise your arm, please…"
“My arm?" Mydei raised a brow first. “Why do you want to…"
Then, he sees exactly where Phainon's eyes are looking, and flushes deep too, but it only makes his shorts and even wetter mess as he smiles knowingly and pumps his hand again.
“You perverted dog…you are so lucky you're cute,” Mydei gives Phainon a delightful squeeze at the tip, and leans over his boyfriend just a little more so he can still reach for his cock and raise his other arm. "Go on then.”
As if offered the best treat in his life, Phainon buries his face into Mydei's armpit, and the blonde shivers at the ticklish, yet surprisingly pleasant sensation of his boyfriend's tongue against his skin there. He rests his forearm against his head as he stills his upper body enough to let the big puppy enjoy his unexpected meal, and he pumps his hand faster over his boyfriend's cock.
"Doesn't it- ah- doesn't it taste weird…?” He couldn't help but ask, even if it seems like Phainon's enjoying himself kissing and laving his tongue over the expanse of his pit, pulling at some of the hair there which gives enough spark of pain amidst the arousing sensitivity.
"Ev’ry par’ of you tastes amaz’ng,’ Phainon all but moans into his skin in the midst of his soft whimpering and deep groans, and Mydei almost rolls his eyes over at the romantic answer until Phainon licks against the dip of his armpit and the blonde feels something deep in him ache.
Well, he definitely needs that cock inside of him soon, but first…
"Well…since you're making me feel good now too…” Mydei hums as he feels Phainon pause for a second, and he grins without his boyfriend seeing it. "I think I'll give my puppy a very nice reward.”
His hand starts moving in faster strokes, twisting his wrist again just right at the tip as his boyfriend gasps against the side of his chest and moans brokenly, his hips shaking from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Mydei knows it won't be too long before Phainon tips over the edge, so he might as well help him jump.
“I’m going to ride you,” Mydei promises, watching with an amused smile as Phainon immediately pulls his face back from where it was nuzzled against the blonde's body and looks up at him through his fogged up glasses. “And then you're gonna behave, and you're going to wait, and if you're so so good, I'll ride you again, hmm? How does that sound?"
Clearly overtaken by the promise, Phainon nods frantically, a litany of yes, yes Mydei, I'll be good, I'll be so so good falling out of his boyfriend's lips as the blonde chuckles, leaning down to kiss the white haired man's forehead for a moment before he pulled away from the angry, red cock, and tugs his shorts down.
His soaked, ruined panties come with them as he quickly swings his leg over Phainon and straddles his lap, reaching back to line the hot length against his wet cunt, not giving his boyfriend the time to adjust as he spreads his legs and drops his hips-
"Ahh!” Mydei screams, guttural and needy as Phainon's cock fills him up in one swift move. Normally, he'd put a finger or two to make sure he's open for this gigantic girth but he himself is too desperate. Maybe it's the heat clouding his judgement. Though fortunately, he was definitely soaked enough that it was a slick slide into him and it went in deep, and that pushed him over the edge too as he squirted a little around his cock.
And just like he expected, Phainon immediately burst at the seams, throwing his head back against the couch as his wrists break free from the towel and yet he clenches them into fists in the air as he moans. Hot seed fills Mydei up completely as the blonde echoes a sob of pleasure back to him.
“Oh, good, that's good, it's so much, ah, Phainon," Mydei reaches for those shaky hands and places them on his hips, where they squeeze as the blonde rolls his hips against his boyfriend's lap, squeezing and milking him thoroughly. "Good boy, good puppy, you are such a good puppy…”
Mydei waited for Phainon to come down from his own high as his chest heaved, with the blonde placing his hands against it, almost feeling his heart thump right out of his chest. He savors the feeling of being filled up completely before he realizes his boyfriend still has his head hanging back.
“Um…Phainon?” He asks, worried and curious as he leans over to get a glimpse of the white haired man's face. "I did not kill you…did I?”
"Hhhnno,” came Phainon's heaving, low and raspy voice. "’S hhhooot. Gim’me a min’...”
Mydei couldn't help but snort over that, rolling his eyes as he reached over to help Phainon bring his head back up. His eyes were nearly glazed over, his glasses were a mess, all fogged up and dirty, and his hair was definitely a sweaty mess. He ran a hand through it to push it back and give his boyfriend's face some much needed air.
(The pushed back hair on his boyfriend made him, ah, squeeze a little around his cock.)
"Now you feel the heat,” Mydei chuckles softly as he cups Phainon's cheeks and his boyfriend nods slowly. "We get water first, and then we'll continue, hmm?”
It's so adorable and infuriating how those statements made Phainon almost come back to life. "R-Really? Again? We get to do that a-again?”
"Ah-ah-ah, what did I say?” Mydei rolled his hips as Phainon's breath hitches and he gave a sheepish, tired smile.
“B-Behave! I'll behave, yeah…” Phainon promises, and Mydei nods his head in approval as he taps his boyfriend's cheekbones with his fingers a little.
“Good boy. Do that, and I'll even let you lick my armpit again," Mydei offers, just to see the beaming expression on his big puppy's face as the blonde rolls his eyes.
“But first, water, before we both die of heatstroke."