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The sun has just started to set, and the rush of warm wind rustled Phainon's snow-white hair, as the environment blurred around the edges of his vision. He felt the arms around his waist tighten as he abruptly turned the handlebars of the bike, swerving them around the corner.
Phainon felt a cold droplet of sweat roll down his temple before Mydei yelled behind him, his head on Phainon's shoulder, "For Nikador's sake, brake here!"
Hurriedly, Phainon rolled the throttle of the bike before trying his best to swiftly brake in front of the convenience store. Right before they hit the curb, he shifted his weight to bring the bike to a stop, pressing down on the rear brake pedal with his foot. He sighed with relief as he felt Mydei's death grip on his waist release to put down the kickstand and hop off the bike.
"You still suck at parking," Mydei groaned, lifting his helmet off of his head. After Phainon got off the bike aswell, Mydei swiftly pulled up Phainon's silly dromas-themed helmet.
"Ah- Sorry Mydei," Phainon chuckled, as Mydei raised his hand to sift through Phainon's soft, ruffled hair. "I don't know why I trusted you to drive this time," Mydei scoffed in a false display of annoyance, locking their helmets onto the bike. Phainon flashed his cutest, dumb crooked smile, making Mydei's heart flutter just a bit. He won't admit it though. "It's cause you adore me, don't you, Mydeimos?"
"Don't be such a sap," Mydei sighed as he sat himself on the curb of the sidewalk, with Phainon following soon after, sitting down beside him. "Then, I'll pay for us both to make it up to you," he offered, leaning his head on Mydei's shoulder. Mydei paused before rolling his eyes, "There's no need, and you know that." They sat together in comfortable silence, the warmth of their bodies flush against each other. Phainon played with the little braid in Mydei's hair, making him avert his gaze towards the cement ground.
Twirling the lock of hair between his fingers, he drawled, "Won't you let me do nice things for you?" Mydei dismissively shook his head. "You do enough already," he stated, playfully pulling on Phainon's soft cheek.
Mydei didn't enjoy feeling like he was a demanding partner, but Phainon loved to give in any way he could, always finding a way around Mydei's refusal of gifts. Mydei saw it as unnecessary, but he knew that such acts of appreciation and affection is what makes Phainon most happy. It just felt strange to be the one receiving such attentive care.
The summer breeze brushed against Mydei's slightly flushed cheek, as he subconsciously leaned into Phainon's touch. He would miss quiet, peaceful nights like these before they both set off to university. Of course, school wouldn't seperate them. They had gotten into the same university, the most renowned in Okhema. They had studied day and night together, not hesitating to lend a hand to one another when needed, often falling asleep at each others places. Many all-nighters later, they opened their emails together. Phainon rushed to scoop Mydei into his embrace when he saw that both of their admissions were accepted. Mydei sighed with relief, body less tense with anticipation, before eventually reciprocating the embrace.
After that, It wasn't long until their parents caught onto their feelings for one another. Thankfully, both of their parents were as accepting as could be, disregarding Eurypon's initial overprotectiveness at first.
A sharp whistle from his left side snapped him out of the moment. Cipher waved her arm high up enthusiastically, while Castorice paused and mouthed a gasp, flushing at the sight of Phainon and Mydei. "You got here quick," Cipher chirped as the two approached them. Castorice sweetly smiled, "It's good to see you two."
Cipher narrowed her eyes as her gaze lingered over Phainon's shirt. A purple tee with a yellow sleeping chimera on it. "Do you have any good looking shirts in your closet? A single one," she snorted.
"Leave me and my shirt alone," Phainon playfully retorted. "It's not like anyone from school is gonna be here at this hour... Plus, the little chimera is pretty cute!" Castorice nodded at that. She didn't quite agree with his fashion statement either, but she'll make an exception for a cute, small animal.
"Little prince, why don't you teach your guy some fashion sense before our life gets too busy," she chuckled. Mydei shrugged dismissively as he stood up from the curb, tapping on Phainon's shoulder to signal he should get up aswell. "If he starts dressing better, I might have to fight to keep people's hands off," he snarked. Phainon's face quickly heated up at that. Castorice couldn't hold in her giggle this time as Cipher made a 'blegh' motion in response.
Phainon turned to Mydei with gleaming eyes, taking his hand in both of his palms. "So you do adore me, Mydei!" he grinned cheekily, making kissy motions in his face, in which Mydei swatted him away.
"You are such a weirdo," Mydei groaned in response to his stupid gesture. "Let's go, I need something to cool off." The other three nodded in agreement as they headed into the convenience store.
Lo and behold, as soon as they pushed the heavy doors open, Dan Heng and Stelle already have their eyes on the four from behind the counter. Phainon can feel Stelle's gaze on his shirt, and once he returns the glare, she's already laughing. Screw Phainon for saying anything about no one being there to see him in his shirt.
"Dude, you're dressed exactly how Prof Anaxa was when I ran into him at the grocery store!" she laughed before correcting her posture. "What brings you all here?"
"You didn't tell me you had a shift tonight, Gray Hair! Say, do you think we could get a little friendly discount?" Cipher smirked.
"Don't be silly," Castorice quickly chimed in, clearing her throat. "It's nice running into you two," she politely gleamed. Dan heng nodded in agreement. "Unfortunately, we can't give anything for free, lest Stelle get fired from another job this summer," he side-eyed Stelle, who was scratching the back of her head. "Enough of that talk," she lightly nudged his side before she focused her attention on Phainon.
"My guy, don't forget to let me know if you get some game tonight," she shamelessly teased, pointing two finger guns toward him. Both of their faces flushed red, Mydei slapping the palm of his hand over his face, and Phainon nervously laughing at that. Dan Heng flicked Stelles forehead, while Cipher looked like she was going to explode with amusement.
Through a hustle of laughter and playful jabs at each other, the four were soon paying for their snacks and saying their goodbyes to the two behind the counter. Although Phainon and Castorice insisted on paying for themselves, Mydei ended up paying for all four of them. Cipher, of course, didn't need any persuading.
"We really are Mydei's sugar-babies," Cipher giggled, heading out the door with a pep in her step, seemingly happy with her free treat.
"You know I'm the favorite," Phainon smirked, confident in his statement. The two started bickering back and forth like siblings fighting over a toy.
"You're both wrong," Mydei intervened, pausing to take a bite out of his pomegranate-yogurt popsicle. "Castorice is my favorite, since she's not an airhead, unlike you two," he chuckled. Castorice's gaze lifted from her drink, eyes sparkling with the joy of her small victory.
"Fair enough," Cipher sighed deflatedly, while Phainon grabbed Mydei's arm and gave him his signature guilt-tripping puppy eyes. With a deadpan expression, Mydei raised his arm to pat Phainon's head, resuming him back to his normal, playful state.
"You two are shameless," Cipher teased the both of them, as the four sat down on the curb in front of the store. Mydei rolled his eyes, "This one is the shameless one, not me. I'm just dragged into his shenanigans." Deep down, Mydei knew he wasn't dragged. He willingly followed along with Phainon, even if it embarrassed him. He was soft for him, and it was evident Phainon knew that, as he snaked his hand to rest on Mydei's thigh. He absentmindedly bit his bottom lip, trying not to get visibly flustered at how Phainon's big hand nearly covered so much of his thigh.
The gesture didn't escape Cipher's sly gaze, nor Castorice's soft eyes.
"See what I mean, Princess Homebody?!" Cipher laughed, arm linked with Castorice's. Castorice only giggled, choosing to stay respectful but still amuse Cipher. Castorice's knowing eyes glanced over to meet Mydei's. Castorice knew that Mydei struggled with outwardly expressing his expression, wether it be for friends or family. She could tell that Mydei has come a long way with letting himself show his fondness for his loved ones. She nodded at him, in which he softly smiled in response, normally sharp and alert eyes now displaying warmth.
By the time the four were set to part ways for the night, the sun had completely set, stars washing over the dark sky. Castorice and Cipher had already set off on their walk back to Cipher's place, while Phainon and Mydei were finishing up the remainder of their snacks.
Now that they were alone, Mydei was less hesitant to lean into Phainon's warmth, shifting closer to him. He brought his hand to rest over the one on his thigh. Without needing to say anything, Phainon laced his hands with Mydei's, and allowed Mydei to rest his head on his shoulder.
For a few quiet moments, they stayed like that, at peace in the warmth of each others company. Mydei's arm found it's way to Phainon's back, rubbing soft circles into the tense muscle. He felt Phainon relax into his touch before he broke the comfortable silence between them.
"Do you want me to take you home?"
Phainon's ears perked up upon hearing his question. Before he could respond, Mydei continued.
"...My parent's aren't home. They won't be this entire week," he added, tone laced with caution.
Is he implying that he stays the night? No, obviously he is. But theres something else behind his tone, something Phainon can't quite decipher, yet he can still feel it. Phainon's heart beats a little faster in his chest. He doesn't even think to confirm with his mother before blurting out his response. "Yes. I mean, yes, I'll stay over!"
"...If that's what you meant," he quickly adds. Much to his delight, Mydei nods. His cerulean eyes gleam with barely contained excitement before wrapping both of his arms around Mydei, pulling him against his chest. After a few breaths, Mydei returns the embrace, pulling their bodies closer together. Phainon can feel the beating of his heart against his chest admist the silence of the moment. Mydei clears his throat as he pulls away, averting his gaze away from Phainon's.
"To be clear, I'm the one driving home. It's too dark for you to be in the front," Mydei insisted, standing up from the cold cement.
"Whatever you say, Mydei!" he smiles, following behind him like an eager puppy.
Unlocking the door to Mydei's place, the house echoes with the jingling of the keys, and the sound of their shoes dropping to the floor. The next moment is a blur. Not bothering to turn on the lights, Phainon's hand is quickly enveloped by the warmth of Mydei's in a tight grip without a word. Mydei leads him up the dark staircase with the exact destination in mind. Soon, they're in Mydei's room, door shut behind them. There's no source of light other than the dim moonlight shining through the curtains.
For what seems like minutes, Mydei doesn't face Phainon, though their hands are still intertwined. He wants to speak, but before he gets a word out, he's lightly pushed onto the bed, a prolonged exhale escaping his chest. Phainon blinks, and Mydei is suddenly crawling into his lap, his hands resting on each of Phainon's shoulders.
It's like everything is a blur, except for the view of Mydei infront of him, and the sound of their shaky breaths. Mydei's gaze isnt on his face. He keeps his head down, staring at his lap, where he props himself, legs bent over Phainon's thighs. Phainon can't think of anything to say as his hands drift to settle on Mydei's hips. As if naturally, Mydei settles into Phainon's lap, bodies slotting together like a key and a locket.
"...Dei."
A beat of silence, and Mydei raises his gaze to meet Phainon's, honey-golden irises meeting cerulean. He can tell Mydei wants to lean in, but instead, he only settles his face into the crook of Phainon's neck, arms wrapping around his back. His body feels like a furnace.
Phainon flinches at the vibration of Mydei's quiet hum against his skin. He's not sure what to do, and without thinking, Phainon starts pressing soft kisses on Mydei's collarbone, slowly trailing up to his neck. He feels Mydei's breath hitch against his skin, but he quickly eases into him.
"M-Mydei..." he trails off, "you smell so nice." Phainon presses his face into Mydei's soft hair as his hands find their way to snake beneath Mydei's shirt, warm hands making contact with what feels like even hotter skin. His hands press into the soft muscle of his toned back, sending a shiver up Mydei's spine.
With bated breath, Mydei faces Phainon directly once more, so close their foreheads are touching. When they're this close, Phainon can't help but want to lean into Mydei's soft lips.
And so he does.
A soft, gentle peck at first. Until Mydei finds it in him to chase after Phainon's lips once more. The kiss is messy, tender, and so hot. It feels like his tongue is melting into Mydei's mouth, wincing when his teeth catch onto his bottom lip for a moment.
Taken by surprise, he softly groans into Mydei's mouth when he feels his hips lazily roll into his half-hard dick. Instinctively, his hips buck up into the heat of Mydei, which elicits a whine from Mydei that is swallowed immediately. His head feels lighter than ever, the lack of air getting to him, but he still presses his face deeper into Mydei's mouth. Only when he can feel himself forgetting how to breath does he pull away, the sound of their lips seperating wet and obscene. Phainon gasps, and Mydei whines at the loss.
Their chests heave against each other as they both catch their breath, a fleeting moment of reprieve as Mydei's hand cups Phainon's cheek. He leans into the touch, softly sighing.
"Phainon..." Mydei murmurs against his cheek, hot breath tickling his skin.
"...Do you want to do this?"
He forgets how to speak once again. Yes. He wants this. He's never wanted something so bad until now. His hips roll up into the clothed heat of Mydei's groin, causing Mydei to bite down a groan.
"Yes," he stutters, "Please—Please Mydei."
Mydei is quick to nod his head, and before he realizes it, Phainon flips Mydei onto his back, towering above him with a gaze so hungry he feels utterly exposed. Phainon wastes no time pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it into some corner of the room. Mydei's breath catches in his throat as his bestowed upon him Phainon's toned and lean body. His hands naturally slide up to feel the solid, hard muscle of Phainon's abs.
"Mydei," Phainon murmurs, and he feels the knot in his stomach tighten from the sheer need in his voice. "You're so pretty," he sighs breathily, "can I touch you? Please, Dei..."
Mydei gulps in response, before nodding his head and bringing his hand to guide Phainon's. It slides over his chest, his stomach, until his fingers hook under the fabric of his panties. Black lace.
Phainon's chokes on his breath upon feeling the lace, before swiftly tugging Mydei's shorts off in one motion. He stares at the sight beneath him in awe, and Mydei can't help but try to shy away, turning his head away from Phainon's piercing gaze.
It's simply too erotic, seeing him in such a delicate piece of fabric, only hiding his most sensitive part, where he needs Phainon most. Phainon feels the gears turning in his head.
"Mydei," he runs his hand over the soft lace again, "did you plan this?" Phainon smirks with amusement upon realization. "I didn't know you were so needy."
Mydei presses his face into the sheets. He's sure his face is as bright as the tattoos scattered across his body. "Haikas, don't just stare," he mumbles, sucking in a breath. He wants to retort back again out of embarrassment, but the words die in his throat as Phainon starts to rub soft circles over his folds through the fabric. He can feel more slick dribble out of his hole.
"You're so wet already," Phainon rambles in awe as he pulls the lace garment to the side, revealing his puffy and wet cunt. Mydei lets out a barely restrained whimper, shutting his eyes in shame. Phainon rubs his wet slit before pressing two digits in, spreading and proding around his slick entrance. An experimental graze over his clit, and Mydei whines, back slightly bowing off the bed, hips raising to chase the sensation. Mydei slaps a hand over his mouth once he realizes the noise he just let out.
"Mydei, Mydei..." Phainon drops his head into Mydei's shoulder, before pressing wet and sloppy but gentle kisses to his neck. "Don't try to hide from me, please... It's just us. I wanna hear you," he whimpers. Mydei can't help but indulge him despite how horrified he is of how he's acting from such simple, fleeting touches. He uncovers his mouth, his hand moving to grip the sheets.
Phainon smiles, satisfied with Mydei's obedience, and continues to prod around his folds. Mydei lets out quiet whimpers, the wet squelch of Phainon's fingers in his pussy making the heat in his lower stomach flare up even more, despite feeling awfully humiliated. Knowing that it's Phainon manuevuring him to act like this, to feel pleasure like this... It makes him feel less ashamed and more needy.
Slowly, Phainon presses his finger inside of his wet hole, causing him to softly gasp. Sensing his worry, Mydei nods at Phainon, telling him that it's okay to keep going. Another shaky exhale, and another digit presses into his hole up to the knuckle. Mydei hisses at the stretch. Phainon is steadfast in soothing Mydei, making sure he's feeling good.
"Is this okay?" he softly whispers against Mydei's cheek, pressing a chaste kiss to it.
"S' good..." he murmurs, "Feels good..."
Phainon curls his fingers up at that, fingerpads hitting a spongy spot inside of Mydei's walls. The reaction is immediate, a moan slips past Mydei's quivering lips, legs starting to tremble as Phainon works his fingers inside of him. Twisting, thrusting and scissoring him open, Mydei finds himself unable to muffle his cries, eyebrows furrowing. "Ah, ah... Phai..."
"You're doing so well, baby, so good," Phainon reassures above him, whispering into his hot, damp skin. Mydei's hips move in tandem with each thrust of Phainon's fingers on his own accord. His pussy leaks profusely, the wet squelches and his soft whines making it harder for Phainon to control himself. His cock is painfully hard, straining against his boxers, so he can't help but rut his crotch against Mydei's shaking thigh. Phainon groans low in his ear, and just as Mydei feels him starting to lose himself to the pleasure, Phainon presses his thumb to his slit, wetting it with his slick, and firmly rubs circles over his sensitive clit.
"P-Phainon—!" Mydei's head falls back into the sheets, eyes glassy from the overwhelming sensation. "please," Mydei whines, before Phainon steals his breath in another hot kiss, swallowing down all of his cries. He presses on his clit in rhythm with each curl of his fingers inside of his pussy, and not long after, Mydei's vision flashes white behind his eyes, his body shuddering beneath Phainon as he reaches his climax. Phainon pulls away, a string of saliva connecting their mouths as Mydei struggles to hold back his grunts and whimpers. A fresh wave of slick pools around Phainon's fingers, clenching down on the digits as he gently rubs his clit throughout the aftershocks of his orgasm, causing Mydei to buck his hips.
As his high eventually subsides, Phainon moves his hair out of his face, pressing kisses to his temple. Mydei's chest heaves, trying to relax after his orgasm. "You did so good for me," Phainon whines, tone heavy with desire.
"Fuck... You're so pretty when you cum," he shakily breathes against Mydei's chest. With a wet 'shlck', Phainon retracts his fingers from Mydei's wet hole, his pussy fluttering around nothing. Phainon can't fight the urge to taste Mydei's cum. He pops his fingers, sticky with Mydei's spend, into his mouth and licks them clean. Mydei winces at the sight of Phainon tasting his slick like it's the finest ambrosia.
Phainon groans, guttural and low, as he licks his lips. Now that he's tasted Mydei, he doesn't think he'll never get enough of him.
"What... are you, a dog?" Mydei sputters out, feeling more vulnerable than ever under Phainon's predatory gaze.
"Mydei, Mydei... You taste so sweet," Phainon groans as he ruts against Mydei's leg with abandon. "Let me taste you again, please..."
And Mydei, who has the softest heart for Phainon, agrees on the spot, mind clouded with pleasure. Before he can process what Phainon is about to do, he's already kneeling on the hardwood floor, hoisting each of Mydei's legs over his shoulders. He swiftly drags off the soaked panties, letting them fall off of his ankles.
"W-wait, Phainon— Mmn!"
Whatever he was about to say is immediately disregarded, as Phainon licks a long stripe up Mydei's leaking slit. He jolts at the overwhelming sensation, biting his lip so hard he faintly tastes blood. Pressing the flat of his tongue over his clit, Phainon laps at the sensitive nub, Mydei's loud whines only fueling him to pleasure him more.
It feels like too much, and yet not enough. His legs attempt to close on instinct, but Phainon's strong hands stubbornly hold them apart, spreading him wide for Phainon to feast on him. "Oh," Mydei sharply gasps as he feels Phainon's mouth latch on his clit to suck. His legs tremor violently, though his hips rut into the wet heat of Phainon's unrelenting mouth.
"Too much!" Mydei's voice cracks at the edges, barely able to speak as cries tear out of his throat. He feels tears spilling over the corners of his eyes, vision blurry with hot-white pleasure. Phainon hums around his oversensitive clit before precisely applying pressure, sucking harder, and with that, Mydei comes undone with a loud, dragged out sob. His back arches off the bed, thighs clamping around Phainon's head. A jet of clear liquid gushes out, making a mess of Phainon's face, his mouth, the sheets. He doesn't stop. He laps up the mess gushing from Mydei's pussy greedily, until Mydei is trying to push Phainon's head away from his overstimulated core, the sensation too much for him to bare.
When Phainon pulls away, Mydei is barely coherent, a shaking and sobbing mess. Phainon licks his lips clean before gently kissing Mydei, on his neck, his forehead, his cheeks, in an attempt to calm him down.
"It's okay, Mydei," he coos, brushing away the tears that fell down his cheeks with the pad of his thumb. Mydei sniffles and nods, wrapping his arms around Phainon to pull him closer.
"Look at you... Fuck, Mydei— I love you, I love you," he absentmindedly rambles, whispering into his skin as if he were reciting a prayer.
"Phainon, Phainon," Mydei whines, voice hoarse from crying with pleasure. He doesn't know what he's calling his name for. He only knows that in that moment, it's the only thing that feels right to say.
"Did I do good?" Phainon blabbered, "Did I make you feel good?" Mydei nods, chest heaving up and down as he tries to catch his breath.
"So good, Phainon, such a good boy," he reassured, running his hands over Phainon's back. Phainon sighed in response, kissing Mydei's wet cheeks, salty with tears.
"Hah... Mydei," he murmured, "I need to be inside you, Please."
Mydei whimpered as he felt Phainon's heavy cock, flushed and leaking, press against his thigh. He felt his mind go static as he focused in on it. Returning his gaze back to Phainon, he looked at him with such a desperate and needy look that Mydei couldn't ever think of denying him. "Yes," he breathlessly panted, pressing a soft kiss on the bridge of his nose.
In what felt like an instant, Mydei's slack body was moved higher onto the bed. Phainon swiftly positioned himself on top of him, grabbing each of Mydei's thighs and resting them on either side of his middle. Mydei wrapped his legs around his waist without needing to think. His strawberry blonde hair lay out sprawled across the pillows, strands sticking to his face, damp with sweat and tears. Phainon stared in admiration, azure irises seemingly glowing in the moonlight, with his soft white hair ruffled, bangs partly slicked against his forehead. They laid there like that, gazing at each other in awe of their mutually debauched states.
"Take it off," Phainon pleaded, pulling on Mydei's loose tee. Mydei quickly pulled it off, letting it fall onto the floor. Phainon could finally see Mydei in all of his beauty, red ink mapped accross his body, almost hypnotic to the sight. He traced the lines that lead down his waist, kissing his chest, down to his stomach. Mydei groaned impatiently.
"Phainon. I want you inside," he weakly whispered, hand wrapping around the base of his heavy and hot cock, guiding it to his wet slit. Phainon felt his heart skip a beat when the leaking head of his dick slid across the slick mess between Mydei's thighs. "M-Mydei, you're gonna kill me," Phainon whimpered as Mydei rolled his hips down.
Phainon exhaled shakily as he slowly pressed the head into Mydei's tight heat. Mydei's head fell back, mewling when the cockhead slipped and bumped against his clit. Carefully, pressed in with more force, sighing when he felt Mydei's hole start to give in and open for him. Mydei's legs shook profusely as he felt himself being speared open by the thick cock, the burn of the stretch causing him to wince. But still, it hurt so good.
"You're doing so good," Phainon coaxed, his tone sweet and laced with honey. "So good, you're so good for me." Mydei nodded, tears spilling over once more. Phainon bent down to kiss them away, saltiness on his tongue mixing with Mydei's earlier release.
"I know, baby. Just hold on for me," he crooned against the shell of Mydei's ear. The more he pushed in, the more the burn of the stretch gave away, turning into hot, overwhelming pleasure stirring in his guts.
"Hhn—" Mydei shuddered, feeling his thick cock throb inside of him, filling him up so well that he felt like he could barely breathe. Phainon groaned at the burn of Mydei's nails digging into his skin, leaving red trails across his back and biceps. He paused as his length was halfway inside of Mydei, bending down to whisper sweet nothings against his skin and steal his breath once more in a messy, heated kiss. As delirious as Mydei was, he still kissed back, chasing after Phainon's lips.
"Mydei," Phainon gasped as he pulled back. "I love you," he whispered against Mydei's lips, before he slid all the way inside of Mydei in one brutal thrust. Mydei cried out, raw and unrestrained, clenching harshly around Phainon's cock that was now sheathed all the way inside of him. He felt so full he could feel it in his guts. Phainon collapsed on top of his body with a shaky growl, the wet heat enveloping his cock so tightly that it felt like too much. The pressure of Phainon's thick cock distorting his insides made his mind go blank. It felt like they were melting together from the inside.
"You feel— s-so good," Phainon whined, the walls of Mydei's pussy constricting violently around his dick. "You were made for me, Mydei, Mydei—" Phainon thrusted shallowly, before pulling out almost completely, the head catching onto Mydei's entrance. Mydei shook under him, sobbing at the overwhelming feeling of ecstascy. Phainon gripped Mydei's waist hard enough to bruise as he sheathed himself all the way inside once more, tearing loud moans from the man under him.
"Phai...!" Mydei choked, cries falling out of his mouth instead of words.
"You're taking me so well," Phainon cooed with another roll of his hips, causing Mydei to sob again. "Mydei, please... Don't hide from me." Phainon dragged Mydei's hand away from his face, lacing their fingers together instead. His free hand grabbed Mydei by the chin, forcing him to look at him. Phainon's thrusts halted to a slow and deep grind, pressing against the spot inside of him that made him see stars. "Phainon," Mydei whimpered, blinking through the tears that obscured his vision. "It's good," he sniffled, "It feels so good...!"
Phainon felt his chest well up at the sight of Mydei so lost in the heat of pleasure, all because of him.
"You're so pretty like this," he groaned inbetween another thrust, "Stuffed full of me... A-all of this is mine, Mydei." He brought the hand laced with Mydei's up to his lips, pressing wet, soft kisses on each of his fingers. Through soft cries and sniffles, Mydei nods again and again. In his dazed state, his hand slides down to touch his own clit, chasing his high. Phainon is quick to swat away his hand, making him whine at the loss.
"Let me make you feel good, baby," he drawled, hips stuttering. "Let me be the one— to make you cum..." He replaced Mydei's hand with his own, thumbing at his swollen clit. Mydei wailed in oversensitivity, back bowing off of the mattress. Sensing Mydei was close, Phainon pressed his weight onto Mydei's body, slamming deep inside with reckless abandon, fingerpads still rubbing at his clit. Mydei couldn't do anything but lay there and take all Phainon had to give, his breath punched out of his chest with every thrust.
Before he could warn him, Mydei's body pulled taut, legs clamping around Phainon's waist as he cried out in bliss. His mind blanked out, falling apart at the seams. His pussy gushed with his release, soaking Phainon's fingers and both of their abdomens. His pussy clenched down on Phainon's cock so hard it almost hurt.
"F-fuck, Mydei," Phainon groaned, low in his throat, resuming the pace of his thrusts to shallow and slow as Mydei rode out his release, his entire body shuddering. "You're ruining me..."
Mydei panted beneath him, trembling. "Mnh... Phainon—" he whined between shaky breaths.
"Close, I'm close..." Phainon moaned into Mydei's neck, hips moving erratically with no rhythm. His vision went blurry as he reached his climax. "Mydei...!" Phainon barely pulled out in time before he collapsed onto Mydei's chest, spurting ribbons of white hot cum onto his stomach. Mydei whimpered softly beneath him, feeling unbearably empty.
They laid there for a moment, hearts pounding in their chests, breath shaky and uneven. Mydei pressed his lips to Phainon's forehead as he panted in sharp breaths, coming down from his high.
"So good, Phainon," he whispered into his soft but damp hair. "You did perfect," he crooned. A few beats later, and Phainon raised his head from to look at Mydei.
He didn't say anything, he just let himself relax as Mydei stroked his snow-white hair, eventually calming his breathing.
"...I feel disgusting," Mydei winced, suddenly hyperaware of the stickiness between his legs and on his stomach, and the sweat drying uncomfortably on his body.
"I feel amazing," Phainon gleamed, grinning as if he were rejuvenated. Mydei could almost imagine a fluffy white puppy tail wagging behind him. Mydei chuckled softly, pulling at the cheek of his dumb puppy-like boyfriend.
"Get up," Mydei patted Phainon on his sweat-damp back. "Shower time." Phainon whined into Mydei's chest, unwilling to get up so soon. Mydei could only scoff and roll his eyes, not falling for the guilt tripping this time, no matter how dumb and cute Phainon tried to act.
"Fine, fine," he huffed in defeat. "But... Can we do that again? Tomorrow?" Phainon's eyes twinkled with mischief and enthusiasm.
Mydei yawned before answering, "Did you even call your mother before we got here?"
Well, he has some explaining to do. Phainon awkwardly scratches his head, playing dumb, before helping Mydei stand up on his shaky legs. When he opens his lockscreen to check the time, he ignores the 17 missed calls from Audata. That’s a problem for tomorrow Phainon. For now, he was going to enjoy his totally-innocent shower with his dear Mydeimos.