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During Curtain Fall Hour, the streets of Okhema sank into silence and tranquility. The only sounds that lingered were the gentle hum of the wind and the faint rustling of Chimeras settling into quiet corners of the city. Their movements blended seamlessly with the stillness, leaving the air wrapped in a peaceful hush.
Phainon dragged his sore body from combat just a few more steps until he arrived right in front of the Chrysos Heirs’ quarters.
The previous day had unfolded much like any other between them. Phainon had sparred with Mydeimos, exchanged idle conversation, and shared the evening baths at his side. Yet as the night stretched on amid the lingering heat and curling steam, Mydei had provoked him—to put it lightly.
Sure, they had been dancing around each other for years, coming dangerously close to crossing that line more times than either of them cared to count.
Whether it was entrusting one another with their deepest secrets, always being there when it mattered most, or moments of undeniable tension during their sparring sessions, it had all remained casual—or at least, that was the lie they told themselves.
They were clearly more than friends, yet not quite lovers. Part of the blame lay with Phainon's selfishness; the rest with Mydei's stubborn refusal to confront his own feelings.
And that day, something clearly shifted between them.
It felt as though they had wandered into uncharted territory, neither of them quite knowing how to navigate it. The only solution seemed to be pushing forward and getting it over with—anything to put an end to the suffocating tension that had lingered between them for far too long.
Which was exactly what Mydei had done. Already on the verge of sleep, barely able to keep his eyes open, he had nevertheless insisted that he was awake enough to think clearly.
Phainon had just come back from his training, his muscles tense and his body sweaty. Clearly, the only thing on his mind was to get to the baths and seek comfort in the warmth and gentleness of the waters.
It wasn’t a surprise when he saw Mydei already soaking in the baths, his typical glass of pomegranate juice next to him.
“What could the mighty Deliverer be doing in the baths at such a late hour?” Phainon heard Mydei say, his voice louder than usual, almost sounding carefree. It made his heart jump.
He didn’t really bother answering Mydei, honestly. He took off his clothes quickly, wrapping a towel around his waist before joining Mydei in the baths.
The moment he sat down, Mydei shifted closer. Phainon shivered as soft hair brushed against his bare skin, the sensation unexpectedly distracting. Looking down, he found Mydei resting his head on his shoulder, comfortable and unguarded in a way that made something in his chest tighten.
Slowly, he had nuzzled into his neck, inhaling Phainon’s scent.
Poor, pathetic Phainon can still recall how hard his dick twitched when Mydei spoke again.
"I can smell just how much of a man you are..." Mydei murmured. The words were spoken so casually that Phainon almost convinced himself he had imagined them.
"Haha..." He forced out a laugh, though it sounded strained even to his own ears. Turning his head away, he fixed his gaze on the bathhouse wall instead of the man beside him. "...What do you mean by that?"
Mydei didn't answer right away.
Phainon could feel his pulse quicken as he waited. It was ridiculous, really. It was just a comment. Just another one of Mydei's strange observations.
Yet it didn't feel that simple.
When he finally glanced back, Mydei was already watching him. There was something unreadable in his expression—something that made Phainon's carefully rehearsed indifference falter.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
"I want you to come to my room tomorrow night," Mydei finally said.
The words left him in a rush, as though he had forced himself to say them before he could reconsider. His voice was lower than usual, carrying a strange seriousness that immediately caught Phainon's attention.
"After you're done with your mission, come in through the window. I'll leave it open. Does that work for you, Deliverer?"
The moment the invitation was out, Mydei reached for his pomegranate juice and took an unnecessarily large gulp, avoiding Phainon's gaze as if the drink could somehow save him from the awkwardness of what he'd just said.
Phainon remained silent for a moment. Then he nodded, keeping his expression as composed as he could manage. He refused to let any hint of eagerness show, even as questions raced through his mind.
Whatever Mydei intended, the invitation clearly meant something. And judging by the way neither of them seemed willing to elaborate, they both knew it.
Sex. We’re actually going to have sex, were the only words actively swirling in his mind.
His mind was still plagued by the same thoughts as before, but now they were sharpened by anticipation and a surge of adrenaline.
Steeling himself, Phainon tightened his grip on his claymore and launched upward. Moments later, he landed lightly on Mydei's narrow balcony. He carefully rested the weapon against the stone wall, taking a moment to ensure it was secure. The last thing he needed was for it to crash to the ground and draw unwanted attention.
Drawing a deep breath, he exhaled slowly and reached for the window handle. The latch yielded with a soft click.
Phainon slipped the crimson curtains aside—the same striking shade as the ink winding across Mydei's skin—and stepped into the room.
Only to nearly stumble immediately.
A shallow step had escaped his notice in the dim light, and he barely caught himself before pitching forward. Heat rushed to his face. Of all the ways to make an entrance, nearly falling flat on his face had certainly not been among the possibilities he'd imagined.
Said man was lying on his side, stark naked with only a silky layer of dark fabric covering his body as a makeshift blanket—and Phainon was still too unbothered to even glance his way.
Mydei lay on his side, a dark silk blanket draped haphazardly over him. It didn’t even look like a blanket, carelessly thrown across his frame before being forgotten entirely.
Phainon noticed and immediately pretended he hadn't. “Sorry for being late,” he said, turning away to inspect the room instead. His gaze lingered on the shelves lining the walls, the scattered books, the armor displayed in the corners—anything that would spare him from looking directly at the bed. “Lady Aglaea needed me for something.”
Mydei only hummed in response, the sound seemed unusually loud in the otherwise silent room.
“Did you know Bartholos decided it would be fun to mess with innocent children now?” Phainon continued. “The poor souls. So many families have become victims of their pranks.”
Mydei made a small noise. Phainon kept talking. The room itself seemed to conspire against him. Every surface he looked at eventually led his eyes back toward the bed, back toward the figure lying there with an ease and confidence that felt almost unfair.
Meanwhile, Mydei remained completely unbothered, as though inviting someone into his room under these circumstances was the most ordinary thing in the world.
Then came the creak of wood and Phainon's voice instantly faltered. The mattress shifted quick after, followed by the rustle of fabric.
At last, he looked up.
Right into his piercing amber eyes, already half-lidded and visibly filled with frustration.
Right at his pink, plump lips, looking so soft he wished he could just let loose of his self-control already and allow himself to kiss Mydei with no further hesitation.
Right at his collarbones and shoulders, decorated in red strokes of ink beckoning his gaze to follow their path downwards.
Before he could allow his eyes to drink in what they truly wanted to see, Mydei dropped the fragile fabric hugging his body, letting it pool down to his ankles.
Phainon gulped and quickly averted his eyes back up. Mydei only seemed to grow even more annoyed—it was clear he wanted Phainon to look and take every part of him in, completely bare and stripped of any additional coverage.
“Deliverer,” Mydei now stepped closer to Phainon, invading his space. “Look at me.”
“I—” he stuttered, not even able to conjure up former words to express himself. “Mydei…”
And he finally allowed himself to look—hearing it coming from Mydei was just the final push that permitted him to rid himself of any bits of doubt he still had.
Phainon clutched his hands uselessly at his sides, not quite knowing what to do with them. Was it okay to hold Mydei like this? He wasn’t sure. Would he prefer it if Phainon initiated everything? He didn’t have an answer. Even if they both clearly wanted and craved the same thing, he still remained completely inexperienced and clueless about practically everything.
The only thing he managed to do was reach for Mydei's hand. His fingers closed around it almost instinctively, as though acting on a decision his heart had made long before his mind could catch up. He lifted it carefully and pressed a gentle kiss against his knuckles.
When Phainon looked up, he found Mydei already staring at him: amber met azure, and neither of them looked away.
Mydei drew in a sharp breath, the sound startlingly loud in the stillness. His composure wavered for the briefest of moments, betrayed by the movement of his throat as he swallowed.
Being naked in front of Phainon was one thing, and being treated with such unwavering gentleness was another entirely.
Mydei had expected awkwardness, perhaps even tension. What he hadn't expected was the care. The way Phainon handled him seemed almost reverent, as though he were something precious that needed protecting rather than a warrior capable of standing on his own. It left him feeling strangely unsteady.
A swarm of butterflies erupted in his stomach, and suddenly it became difficult to remember how to breathe normally. Every careful gesture, every soft glance, only made the moment harder to endure.
For all his confidence, Mydei found himself completely disarmed.
Mydeimos was, indeed, a weak, weak man for Phainon.
Some weaknesses were never meant to be seen. They were far easier to bury than to expose.
Phainon seemed to notice Mydei drifting away into his thoughts. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a silent attempt to draw him back.
Slowly, he turned Mydei's hand over and traced the lines of his palm with his thumb, studying them as though they held some secret only he could decipher. The gesture was uncharacteristically gentle, and somehow that made it all the more difficult for Mydei to bear.
Then Phainon lifted his gaze, and spoke.
"You are so beautiful, Mydei,” the words were scarcely louder than a whisper, almost swallowed by the quiet of the room.
For a moment, Mydei wondered if he had imagined them, but the look in Phainon's eyes left no room for doubt.
Mydei guided Phainon’s hand to rest against his waist. The contact alone was enough to break whatever fragile composure they were still clinging to. Both men shivered at the contact, with Mydei moaning quietly as Phainon softly squeezed the plush skin, still testing the waters.
Phainon hesitated for a moment too long before tightening his grip slightly, as if testing whether this was real or something that would vanish if he moved too suddenly.
His other hand settled on Mydei’s hip almost instinctively, betraying him completely. The moment Mydei leaned into him, that last thread of control snapped, and his hold turned unsteady.
Mydei let out a quiet laugh. “You seem nervous,” he murmured, hands finding Phainon’s shoulders as if to steady him—or perhaps to unsteady him further. His touch lingered there, unhurried, as though memorizing the shape of him.
His fingers were exploring every inch of his outfit—clothes that he yearned to feel up close every single day, to trace along the intricate patterns and slowly take off every last bit of armor.
Phainon swallowed. “I could say the same about you,” a short breath of laughter escaped him, but it didn’t quite hide the tension in his voice. “…is it really that easy to read me?”
Mydei didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned in just enough that the space between them disappeared into something neither of them was prepared to name.
The blonde leaned in closer, brushing his lips against Phainon’s. Electricity shocked through their bodies in tandem, making them gasp at the sudden, intimate touch.
“I-I apologize, I…” Mydei trailed off, his brain turning into mush when his gaze dropped down to witness Phainon’s obvious arousal making itself known against the front of his pants. “Deliverer…”
There was something about Mydei’s shyness that Phainon found irresistibly endearing.
“Is the Crown Prince chickening out?” He deliberately teased, leaning in and pressing a kiss right under Mydei’s ear. The noise—so close to his ear—made Mydei visibly squirm and shiver, his own cock now twitching.
“HKS,” Mydei spat back but Phainon could feel how his fingers dug deeper into the back of his white coat. “I would most certainly prefer you stay quiet rather than mock me.”
Phainon, despite growing even harder in his pants and cock begging to be freed with each weak twitch it gave, continued kissing over the expanse of Mydei’s neck, moving from his jaw to his shoulders. Yet, he never came close to his lips, almost as if he was purposely avoiding them.
“Is this alright?” He asked, drawing soothing circles over Mydei’s hip. His lips sucked a bite on his neck, the bruise blooming a pink-ish red. It created an adorable contrast with his crimson tattoos.
Mydei’s other hand now swooped around Phainon’s lower back as a reply, after a soft groan escaped his mouth due to the overgrown puppy seemingly ravaging his neck. He took a few steps back until the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress, pulling Phainon in.
Silence dragged on between them. Phainon finally gathered his courage and let his eyes trail downwards. The red strokes of ink guided his eyes and he followed them with no hesitation this time.
He took in the full expanse of Mydei’s chest, the part of him that was familiar to everyone’s eyes, and the sight of his perked nipples up close was now burned into his memory. Mydei grew oddly shy under Phainon’s gaze, as though it carried an effect he preferred not to name.
Next, they landed on his beautifully sculpted thighs from battle, the faintest scars visible. Phainon wanted to get on his knees and kiss every single one of them. However, whatever sense he still had unraveled as he watched Mydei’s cock twitch, a bead of precum making the tip glisten.
It took Phainon a moment before he finally looked up—his face was flushed and his pupils were blown wide, completely dilated. Mydei then pushed him closer to his own body, making Phainon’s clothed cock meet his. They both groaned at the strange feeling, and Mydei met Phainon’s gaze, his expression a mix of need and desperation.
Who knew the Crown Prince could be this adorable?
Phainon didn’t hesitate. He crossed the remaining space in a single breath and kissed him.
They froze. Neither dared move, as if even the smallest shift would break something neither of them could put back together.
Mydei broke the stillness by hugging Phainon closer, making their cocks rub on each other again. Phainon whimpered against his lips, pathetically humping his hips over Mydei’s.
“Deliverer,” the blonde hissed, arching into Phainon’s touch and gradually meeting the grinds of his hips. His nipples rubbed against Phainon’s attire, sensitive buds of flesh meeting cold and sharp golden diamonds which decorated the large ring at the center of his chest.
As the kiss dragged on, Phainon could feel a weight being taken off from his shoulders—literally. Mydei, happily kissing his way into Phainon’s mouth, busied himself by undressing the other man bit by bit.
A soft laugh escaped Phainon as the realization of what Mydei was doing dawned on him, followed by a twitch of his dick. He eagerly opened his mouth so that Mydei could properly tangle their tongues together, the strong taste of mint and eucalyptus meeting fresh pomegranate and sweet honey.
Mydei started with Phainon’s white and gold pauldron on his right shoulder. He trailed his fingers up his arm, squeezing the muscle underneath the fabric, and traced the sun patterns designed at its top delicately. Slowly, gently, he removed it and placed it carefully on his nightstand.
By removing it, the cape on his left shoulder almost came undone—since it was attached by a leather strap to the pauldron—but he caught it just in time to keep the moment alive.
Then, just as he planned, he moved to the other piece on his other shoulder. It was a large lapis cape made of the finest fabrics Amphoreus had to offer, attached to his attire by another set of black fabric. Mydei detached it and let it fall to the floor, pooling around behind Phainon’s feet.
“Mydei,” Phainon said as he now ground his hips harder against Mydei’s, whimpering in his mouth as his desperation grew. “Mydei.”
Mydei ignored the calls of his name and only kissed him deeper, now unbuckling the belt placed over his lower abdomen. Phainon moaned once he felt Mydei’s hands so close to his crotch, the ghost of them adding to the flames of lust within his body.
His long, ankle-length white coat came undone, joining the blue cape on the ground. Phainon was now only left in his black undershirt with golden carvings, his too-tight jeans, his gloves and his choker.
Just as Phainon let out another whimper and gave another roll of his hips over Mydei’s own, the latter broke the kiss and stared at Phainon, hunger swimming in his eyes. His hands now shamelessly traced over every ridge of muscle in Phainon’s arms, squeezing and feeling up his arms—as if he was mapping them out for his very own, selfish pleasure, in his head.
Phainon continued uselessly humping Mydei’s thigh like a dog, begging for any sort of attention. He wasn’t sure what he was doing—only that he was following Mydei’s lead, letting himself be guided by his pace. “I-I… I don’t know what I should do now.” He confessed, embarrassment clear in his tone.
Mydei smiled at him—a soft, genuine smile. “It’s okay,” he assured him, untangling himself from Phainon’s hold and opting to lay back down on his bed. “Come here.”
Like a man possessed, Phainon immediately climbed over Mydei and oh, if he wasn’t fully erect beforehand, he surely was now.
Blonde hair splayed out on the pillows like a halo, lips reddened from kisses, neck and ears flushed in the cutest shade of pink, Mydei looked beautiful like this.
Slowly, he leaned back down, his breath ghosting over Mydei’s lips. His heart was beating so fast he was sure Mydei could hear it—and he did. Said man reached his hand up to rest it on Phainon’s chest, feeling his heart beat under his palm, alive and solely for him.
“Relax,” Mydei spoke softly, his other hand tangling with the hairs at the back of his head. “I’ve got you.”
Phainon melted above him. Leaning back down to kiss Mydei, he ran his hands all over his arms, waist, hips—to make sure it was all still real. Their lips met a second time with far more intensity and passion, eliciting laughter from the two men as their obvious and shared eagerness was revealed.
“M-Mydeimos,” he whimpered, grinding on the meat of Mydei’s bare thigh. The latter bit his lip, gradually licking his way into his mouth a second time.
Phainon, as much as he was truly enjoying the moment, could feel doubt creeping in—small at first, then sharper, then multiplying before he could stop it. Stupid, ridiculous doubts. The kind he had promised himself he wouldn’t have when he and Mydei had already crossed the point of no return.
Was he doing this right? Was he missing something obvious? Was Mydei only tolerating him, or actually enjoying it? What if he was ruining it without realizing? What if he had already ruined it?
Would things become awkward afterward? Would Mydei regret this? Would he pretend it never happened?
And worse—would Mydei look at him the same way again, or would something shift the moment it ended?
The thoughts came faster than he could silence them, stacking on top of each other until he could barely tell where one ended and the next began.
Fate, cruel as ever, felt like it was only waiting for the exact moment everything would fall apart.
Mydei seemed to notice Phainon’s hesitation and broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva being the only remaining connection to the other’s lips.
“I can feel the gears turning in your empty head, Deliverer,” he remarked, breathless, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he looked up at Phainon. “Care to share what’s troubling you?”
Phainon let out a chuckle, though it landed wrong. It was thin, hollow, and entirely unlike himself.
“I’d rather not spoil the mood,” he said smoothly, forcing ease into his voice. “It can wait. It’s alright.”
But even as the words left his mouth, he knew Mydei had already noticed.
That was the worst part.
Mydei always noticed.
He reached for Phainon’s face this time, caressing his cheeks ever so softly it made the man above him let out a full body shiver. Phainon leaned into his hands, taking in the warmth of the touch—the feeling of Mydei’s soft palm, actively soothing his worries.
He immediately surged back down, capturing Mydei’s lips in a kiss again. Mydei kissed back with matched intensity, hunger manifesting its way between their mouths as their tongues met half a second later.
“Fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this,” Phainon mumbled incoherently between heated kisses—he wasn’t even thinking straight anymore, Mydei’s lips completely ruined him. “You’re going to be the death of me, Mydeimos.”
“Mmph, shut up,” Mydei groaned, his cock twitching against Phainon’s abdomen, leaking precum over his black shirt. “Seems like our beloved Deliverer does have a rebellious side after all, huh?”
Phainon laughed into his mouth, the sound low and honest this time. He slightly leaned back upwards to properly take off his black undershirt which led to the kiss unfortunately breaking again, straddling Mydei’s hips with his weight.
Mydei let his eyes wander freely, from Phainon’s leather collar around his flushed neck to his sculpted body, a sight he knew he would never stop loving to see. He watched with curious eyes as his biceps flexed when he brought his hands to his face, biting at the straps tied around his glove.
“What a show,” the blonde teased. “Has everyone you’ve slept with witnessed such a delightful performance, or is that an act just reserved for me?”
The words hit Phainon harder than he possibly imagined. His cheeks were now adorned in the softest shade of pink, scratching the back of his neck anxiously.
“I’ve never…” he trailed off, gulping nervously in fear of disappointing Mydei. “I’ve never had sex with anybody before.”
The words also hit Mydei harder than he possibly imagined. Assuming Phainon had already slept with people in the past was one thing, but realizing that Mydei was Phainon’s first like, although he was not actively aware in that specific moment, Phainon was Mydei’s first as well?
Mydei looked away as an attempt to hide his blush. “I apologize for… assuming you were not a virgin.”
Phainon threw his shirt away as if it could be a helpful distraction from the awkwardness. “I-It’s okay, really,” he quickly reassured Mydei, though it was clear he was embarrassed. “How about you? It seems to me you know exactly what you’re doing, so I would’ve also assumed you’re no virgin as well.”
Well.
“I… I am,” Mydei started, raking a hand through his blonde hair and rubbing his temples. “I am a… virgin.”
The white-haired man’s cock twitched embarrassingly in his pants.
They were both virgins. They were both each other’s first.
Phainon’s breathing grew heavy and he practically shoved his gloves off. He threw them across the room and crashed his lips with Mydei’s for the nth time.
Now, this kiss finally promised to be lasting. Mydei wrapped his arms around Phainon’s shoulders, teasingly pressing his knee right into his crotch. As a result, he got to swallow every single one of Phainon’s sweet, delicious moans.
“Mmh—” Mydei groaned against his lips, slowly digging his nails into Phainon’s back. “I would’ve liked taking these gloves off for you, Deliverer.”
Mydei was way too cute for his own good.
“I wouldn’t want to task the Crown Prince with such a vulgar act,” Phainon giggled into his mouth before moaning when Mydei dug his knee straight onto his cock. “It was my pleasure to, ah— t-to put on a hopefully pleasing show for his Highness.”
“Such a well-mannered boy,” Mydei praised, feeding into Phainon’s fantasy. “Maybe if he dropped some of these formalities, he could finally make me cum like I desperately wish for him to do?”
“Mydei, I—” Phainon was hushed with another bite to his lower lip followed by a press of Mydei’s knee on his dick, harder than previous times. “If you keep doing this I’m, fuck— I’m going to—”
“Going to what, Deliverer?” The blonde kept teasing, kissing Phainon impossibly deeper whilst he ground his knee into his member harder. “At least remove your pants. You wouldn’t want to spoil Lady Aglaea’s work, right?”
Phainon was going to die if he stayed in his pants a second longer. So, with Mydei seeming so eager to want them off, he did the next best thing that came to mind.
“Since my— ah, pardon me, the beloved Crown Prince is so adamant that I take my pants off,” Phainon quickly fixed his sentence at the start, avoiding all sorts of unnecessary embarrassment. “I’m sure he would find great joy in taking them off of me, isn’t that right?”
Mydei tried to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat when Phainon had begun speaking.
Nikador strike him down, he wouldn’t mind being Phainon’s at all.
Just as quickly as his thoughts began drifting elsewhere, he smirked, eyes sparkling with challenge. His hands found the front of Phainon’s pants, unbuttoning them before pulling the zipper downward. Mydei quickly pulled them down as best as he could from around his hips—leaving Phainon only clad in his boxers.
Once Phainon felt the ghost of Mydei’s hand right above his cock through the fabric of his undergarment, he swore to all the Titans that he could’ve come just like that. Mydei hummed in satisfaction at his reaction, now teasing Phainon by running the tips of his finger over his aching bulge.
“Big,” Mydei muttered, licking Phainon’s lips when he felt him twitching against his fingers. “And sensitive, aren’t you?”
Phainon whimpered weakly, thrusting his hips forward in an attempt to maybe get more of Mydei’s hand, more friction. However, Mydei was quick to notice and pulled his hand away, edging Phainon even further.
That was when something else in Phainon snapped. He grabbed Mydei by the hips and, in just the blink of an eye, switched their positions. Mydei was now on top of Phainon, straddling his lap—his lips were bruised and wet with saliva, his nipples hard and flushed and practically begging for Phainon’s attention, and cock still standing rigid between his legs.
Oh, how Mydei had always dreamed of being held and handled by such strong hands.
Quickly regaining his composure, Mydei took the rest of Phainon’s pants off, letting the piece of clothing fall down the front of the bed.
They stayed like this for a few more seconds, silent and panting, just basking in each other’s presence.
“Mydeimos,” Phainon spoke softly, like Mydei’s name was something sacred, a prayer. “May I kiss you again?”
Mydei scoffed at his ridiculous question. Phainon’s tongue was practically in his throat less than a minute ago, and now he’s asking for Mydei’s permission?
On another hand, it did make him blush and his heartbeat flutter.
“Idiot,” Mydei now settled on his pelvis, feeling the faint twitch of Phainon’s shaft against his behind when he not-so accidentally rolled his hips backwards. “And what makes you think I should let you?”
Phainon was taken aback by his sudden answer. His cheeks bloomed with color as he looked up at Mydei, sporting the most shameless pair of puppy eyes he had ever unleashed, before uttering a simple plea.
“Please?” His voice was soft but the need in it was undeniable.
Mydei's heart skipped a beat. It was almost embarrassing how easily Phainon could unravel him.
He scoffed, more to hide his flustered state than anything else, and slipped his arms around Phainon's neck. The gesture drew them closer, leaving little room for either to pretend indifference anymore.
Phainon instinctively settled his hands at Mydei's waist. His gaze lingered on the crimson tattoos winding across his skin, tracing their familiar patterns with admiration.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. They simply remained there, caught in the warmth of each other's presence, while everything else seemed to fade into the background.
Then, Mydei trailed one of his hands downwards from Phainon’s neck to his abdomen, just less than a centimeter away from his cock. Phainon whimpered against his lips, his shaft twitching and leaking precum when Mydei wrapped his hand around it.
As Mydei began stroking his length slowly, Phainon was barely able to breathe anymore and urgently broke the kiss yet still didn’t back away from Mydei’s face. The latter could watch all of Phainon’s expressions up close—the twitch of his brow when Mydei slowed his pace down, the squint of his eyes as he gave all his attention to his flushed head, and Phainon’s teeth digging into his lip when he dug his thumb into his leaking tip.
Out of desperation, Phainon latched his bruised lips back onto Mydei’s neck. He sucked and bit on the sensitive skin, making Mydei groan at his turn, his hand stuttering slightly as he lost track of the pace he established. As his lips gave their full attention to one side, they were quick to move to the next, repeating the same ministrations.
“Deliverer,” Mydei grunted, fastening his pace both to annoy Phainon and to elicit more noises out of him. However, it just encouraged him further, now moving up to suck under his earlobe and making sure to kiss his earring—most specifically its blue gem. “Deliverer. Stop it.”
“Hm?” Phainon hummed. Mydei dug his thumb into his tip again as an attempt to wash away his cockiness for good. “Stop what? I’m afraid you’re going to have to enlighten me a— nngh, a-a little, Mydei.”
Mydei shivered at the sound of his voice just at the bottom of his ear, in addition to his hot breath fanning over it.
“Stop talking,” the blonde huffed, feeling more and more precum coat his hands the longer he kept going. “You still run that mouth of yours even when I have my hand on your dick? Ridiculous.”
Phainon whimpered right into his ear deliberately—well, half of it was. One part resulted from Mydei squeezing his entire shaft and the other to prove just how much Mydei could be affected by his voice.
That theory was indeed true. He could feel Mydei’s cock twitching as it barely brushed against his own, making both men groan in tandem.
However, Phainon quickly regained his composure and placed another wet kiss just under Mydei’s ear.
“But I thought you liked my voice,” he said, sounding sad and hurt. “You wound me, Mydeimos.”
Mydei wished he could cut his dick off.
So, he started stroking it faster, adding more vigor to his movements. Phainon desperately thrust his hips into Mydei’s grip, his body crackling with oversensitivity as he neared his orgasm.
And just like this, that was all it took him to reach his climax—white, hot ropes of cum spurted from his tip, spilling on Mydei’s hands as he stroked him through his release.
Phainon bit down rather harshly on Mydei’s neck, hard enough to draw blood. He started sucking around the wound and swallowing the golden liquid as an attempt to muffle his moans but to no avail. He was shaking under Mydei—a complete, pathetic mess, still cumming in Mydei’s hold whilst his body tingled from overstimulation.
Mydei brought one of his hands up to rest in Phainon’s scalp, reassuringly massaging it and softly tugging on his hair. Phainon panted into his neck, now kissing the mark he inflicted on Mydei’s neck as a makeshift apology.
“Hey, hey easy there,” Mydei purred, letting go of Phainon’s shaft to caress his cheek. “I’ve got you, I’m not going anywhere.”
Phainon’s breath hitched, his heart tightening in his chest—Mydei was surely clueless what the effect of his words had on Phainon just now.
Titans, what he would give to hear that soothing voice talking him through for the rest of his life.
“Mydei,” Phainon breathed out, his cock twitching as it slowly softened against his belly. He continued his ministrations on Mydei’s neck, now trailing his lips even further down while his hands reached downwards as well, squeezing his ass.
Mydei’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name falling from Phainon’s lips. He quickly recovered though, rolling his hips as he felt Phainon’s touch on his behind, chuckling.
“Wow,” the blonde teased deliberately. “Who would’ve ever known the Deliverer was such a pervert?”
Phainon gulped, slowly pulling Mydei downwards with his hands until his back met the mattress and Phainon loomed over him once more. This time, however, Phainon didn’t hesitate in spreading Mydei’s legs, making the man underneath him gasp in surprise.
Said man looked up at him with blown eyes, breathing heavily as Phainon’s gaze pierced through his soul. Phainon’s eyes were still filled with hunger, shyly settling himself between Mydei’s legs.
None of them cared for the unusual position they were in, considering they were quite literally doing everything the wrong way as well.
Slowly, he descended further until his breath ghosted over Mydei’s hardened nipples, flushed red since the start of the night. Phainon quickly took one in his mouth while rubbing and twisting the other, so methodical Mydei could hardly still believe that Phainon was actually a virgin.
Mydei’s hands found his hair once he bit down on the swollen bud, now twisting it between his teeth. Phainon gave it a couple more sucks before moving onto the next one and looked forward at Mydei with pleading eyes.
His grip on Phainon’s hair just tightened, and Phainon immediately took it as a cue to continue. He took Mydei’s nipple, still slick with his saliva, between his index and thumb and began rubbing it slowly, feeling it harden under the pads of his fingers.
“P-Phai— Deliverer,” Mydei cleared his throat though it sounded like a groan. “It’s too s-sensitive…”
Phainon’s ears perked up once Mydei just almost uttered his name. Not Deliverer. Not HKS.
Oh, how he longed to hear his name falling from Mydei’s lips—especially like this.
To avoid thinking about it much longer, his lips pulled away from the bud with a wet pop!, a thin string of saliva glistening in the low light of the room.
Their eyes locked together as Phainon looked up, gulping nervously.
“I’m afraid I’m quite unsure of what to do next,” he said while his hands trailed down to grip Mydei’s thighs, feeling goosebumps erupt over them the second he stilled his hand. “I apologize…”
“No, no it’s okay,” Mydei quickly reassured him. “We can stop here if you want?”
Phainon’s heart dropped to his ass.
“No!” He practically yelled out rather than just speaking like a normal person. Pink quickly dusted his cheeks in embarrassment. “I-I mean, you haven’t… orgasmed yet and I wouldn’t want to leave you like this.”
Mydei smiled, a soft and genuine smile. He spread his own legs wider this time in an invitation, his hands trailing downwards to fist his aching cock. Phainon watched, mesmerized, as Mydei’s hands glided up and down his shaft, his ears perking up at the soft groans the blonde let out when his fingers would squeeze around his tip.
“Mydei…” Phainon mumbled, his half-hard cock twitching in interest as his eyes were practically glued to the sight of Mydei touching himself. “I’m just afraid I’ll disappoint you.”
“You won’t,” Mydei breathed out, followed by a moan. “I know you won’t.”
Phainon swallowed the lump in his throat, inching his face forward as he half-laid on his stomach to be sure he’s on the same level as Mydei’s dick. Mydei slowly unwrapped his hand from around it, now reaching forward to settle on Phainon’s head, toying with his hair.
“I’ll start now, okay?” Phainon whispered under his breath in fear of ruining the mood.
Mydei couldn’t ever imagine the Deliverer acting so cute. His only response was a hum, enough for Phainon to start leaving kitten licks on the tip of his cock.
“Ah—” he groaned, grip tightening in Phainon’s hair. “N-Not there, fuck—”
Phainon quickly pulled back, afraid he had hurt Mydei. “Are you okay? Was I not supposed to do this?”
Mydei was blushing furiously. “No, no on the contrary—I guess I just got overwhelmed by the feeling all of a sudden and feared that I would finish a little too early.”
“Oh,” the white-haired man simply said. “I can stop if you’d like?”
“No, Titans, no Deliverer,” Mydei gave his scalp a reassuring massage. “Please, go on.”
“But, I don’t—”
He was quickly shut up by a harsh tug of his hair.
“Do as you please,” Mydei groaned out, frustration rising in his tone. “I’m at your complete mercy, am I not?”
Phainon licked his lips at that.
He quickly leaned back down, now licking a stripe up from Mydei’s base to his head. Phainon felt his whole body shivering from under his palms, still rubbing soothing circles into his thighs.
After taking a deep breath, Phainon began sucking around Mydei’s leaking tip, swiping his tongue over the slit as a way to lap up every drop of salty precum he could get. His body tingled at the taste—sweet with the perfect balance of salty.
Mydei arched his back slightly, his breathing growing heavy and his other hand clutching at the mattress underneath him. Phainon then glided his hand over Mydei’s thigh, gripping the muscle softly as he began taking Mydei into his mouth, inch by inch.
Hooking his hand under Mydei’s thigh now, Phainon pulled him closer in order to throw his leg over his shoulder. Once that worked—confirmed by the surprised moan Mydei let out—he repeated the same ministration with his second leg: Mydei was only lying on his back now, his legs resting comfortably over Phainon’s strong shoulders.
His teeth grazed over Mydei’s tip, eliciting another weak moan from his lips, his toes curling. Sparks of pain turned into unbearable pleasure and Mydei gripped hard on Phainon’s hair, thrusting upwards into his mouth and slamming his head down his cock.
Phainon gagged, his own cock twitching in interest as Mydei—despite the incredibly compromising position—used him to his own benefit. His nose buried itself in Mydei’s pubic hair, inhaling the scent of his musk: it made him dizzy.
“Don’t— fuck, u-use your teeth—!” Mydei groaned, covering his mouth with the palm of his hand as he let out a scream. “Deliverer, Deliverer I can’t— Titans, you feel so good.”
Phainon stayed still for a few more seconds, taking in the feeling of having Mydei balls deep in his throat. The hand that had still been resting on his thigh previously now wrapped around the base of Mydei’s cock, squeezing. He angled his head back up until only the tip was left in his mouth, and sunk right back down, taking Mydei in all at once.
Azure eyes filled with hunger trailed over Mydei’s shivering body, from the mounds of flesh of his chest, nipples still perked and throbbing, to his flushed face and gaping mouth, drooling over himself.
Mydei’s head was almost hanging off the bed, so he sat up on his forearms to support himself and to watch Phainon. When he felt the blonde’s gaze on him once more, Phainon began bobbing his head up and down his shaft while fondling with his balls, slurping and gulping down every drop of precum.
A finger now nudged at Mydei’s entrance. He gasped in surprise, moaning as the tip of it squeezed inside slowly.
“Deliverer, fuck—” Mydei groaned loudly, his walls instinctively clenching around Phainon’s finger. “Sensitive…”
Phainon hummed at his body’s reaction, sinking his digit further inside while still sucking him off. With each bob of his head, his finger moved in tandem—a perfect synchronization that was driving Mydei to the brink of insanity.
With one last, experimental suck around the head, Phainon latched his lips off Mydei’s dick. He opted to just lay kisses along its length, distracting Mydei from the second finger now nudging his rim.
“Relax, Mydei, you’re way too tight,” Phainon stated, his own cock twitching when Mydei’s did, a bead of precum falling on his cheek. “Can you do that for me?”
Mydei blushed furiously at his words. He nodded weakly, exhaling deeply in hopes of relaxing his body. Phainon shot him a smile from between his legs, hugging them closer to his face, and Mydei had never wanted so badly to just slap it off his face.
“Quit smiling and get back to sucking my dick, HKS,” Mydei sneered, looking away from Phainon as he blushed furiously. “Stupid Deliverer.”
Phainon giggled. He looked down at Mydei, his eyes wide as he saw how most of his body was flushed—from both embarrassment and arousal, he guessed.
Without warning, he dove back down and took Mydei’s full cock in his mouth in one go, squeezing the base with his other hand harder than before while his two fingers curled right on his prostate.
Mydei screamed. He arched his back, almost ripping Phainon’s hair out of his scalp by how hard he tugged on them, almost causing Phainon to fall over him. Sparks of sharp and strong pain shot through Phainon’s body, quickly turning into undeniable arousal shooting straight to his groin.
Phainon thrusted his fingers, in and out, faster and harder. His tongue dug into his leaking tip, teeth slightly scraping over the sensitive flesh.
And just like that, Mydei reached his climax. Hot, thick ropes of cum shot down Phainon’s throat, making him gag before gulping down every last drop. His lips were still sucking around his cock, milking his dick for all it was worth.
Mydei swore he never came this hard in his life before. How was he supposed to believe that Phainon was a virgin?
“Nmhh— ah,” he moaned softly as Phainon pulled off his cock, kissing the few stray drops of cum leaking down the length. His fingers were still buried deep inside Mydei’s clenching hole, ghosting over his prostate. “What the fuck is up with you, Deliverer.”
“Hm?” Phainon tilted his head, a sly smile forming on his lips. He pulled his fingers out from Mydei, brought his legs back down ever so gently and crawled over him—his cock was standing fully erect against his thigh and it made Mydei’s mouth water. “Was it not good? Did I not satisfy you?”
“HKS, no—” Mydei said, wincing when Phainon’s fingers trailed down his body to nudge at his hole again. “Fuck. How the hell did you get me to come this fast?”
“I don’t know,” Phainon put on an innocent and confused expression while his fingers sank inside his hole, agonizingly slow. He leaned down so that his lips ghosted over Mydei’s, asking for a kiss. “I guess I truly was solely made for your own pleasure, for you, your Highness.”
Mydei’s brain short-circuited at that last sentence, his heart skipping a beat. However, that moment was short- lived once Phainon curled his fingers right into his prostate—the blonde arched his back as pleasure shot through his overstimulated body, his softening cock twitching pathetically against his abdomen.
His hands wrapped around Phainon’s neck, pulling him down and knocking their lips together. It was all tongue and teeth, nothing about it was graceful or careful—everything was sheer, indescribable desperation and years of yearning, if not countless eras.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Phainon mumbled between kisses, his free hand holding Mydei by the waist. The latter groaned against his lips and dug his sharp nails into his back as a warning, but his body betrayed him completely when he squeezed tightly around Phainon’s fingers.
Mydei’s body was overwhelmed by overstimulation. He rapidly tried inching away from Phainon’s grip, crawling backwards and almost fell off the bed as result.
However, a strong hand immediately caught him, pulling him back from his waist. He whimpered as he was practically impaled back on Phainon’s fingers this time, the thick digits hitting all the right spots.
“Easy there,” Phainon said with that stupidly soft smile of his, teeth glinting under the warm light of the room, staring into Mydei’s eyes. “You were going to fall.”
Mydei doesn’t think he was ever this turned on and head over heels for someone before in his life.
Sure, it was in Phainon’s nature to be caring for the people around him but he never thought so many of his qualities could also apply to the bedroom as well—it was making Mydei dizzy.
His heart was aching.
Their eyes met once more, breaths mingling as silence settled between them.
Phainon’s bangs were covering most of his vision, white hair messy and sweaty. Mydei ran his hair through them, tucking the side parts behind Phainon’s ears—he did all this without even being asked to.
“Your hair was in the way.” Mydei commented as his hand now trailed down to cup Phainon’s cheek, and he could feel just how hot it was under his palm.
Phainon swallowed the lump in his throat yet practically melted into Mydei’s touch. He slowly retracted his fingers from his hole, and Mydei groaned at the loss, his walls fluttering and clenching around nothing.
Their breathing grew harder the longer silence stretched between them.
Mydei broke it by kissing Phainon. He angled his head upward and pulled Phainon downward with his hand, their lips meeting softly, sparks of passion prickling their skin.
He then opened his mouth, and Phainon greedily licked his way inside. Mydei smirked against his lips, kissing him deeper as their tongues tangled together.
“Careful, Mydei,” Phainon whispered into the kiss, his hands now trailing downwards, anchoring themselves on Mydei’s sides. “I’m going to lift you, alright?”
Mydei felt butterflies swirling in his stomach again. He wrapped his legs around Phainon’s waist, groaning when the other’s cock nudged his sensitive thigh.
“Okay,” he finally replied, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
Phainon broke the kiss, instead opting to nuzzle his face in Mydei’s neck now. He hugged the blonde closer, inhaling his scent and squeezing his ass in pure selfishness before he cleanly turned them both around.
Mydei landed on the mattress with a small oof, hair splaying across the pillow like a halo.
He always looked like a divine being in Phainon’s eyes, strong and graceful in every way possible yet he looked so vulnerable under Phainon now, face flushed and eyes glazed over with lust.
Phainon gulped as he placed his arms near both sides of Mydei’s head, leaning back down to initiate a kiss again.
“I’ve got you now,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as if his words were meant for Mydei and Mydei alone—he couldn’t possibly allow any breath of air to hear sentences of devotion dedicated to the Crown Prince.
He moved his hand to stroke Mydei’s cheek, caressing the heated skin. Mydei nuzzled into his touch as if he were a cat, humming in satisfaction.
“You are so gentle, yet you are not afraid to use your strength,” Mydei seemed to be thinking out loud, his eyes looking at anything but Phainon. “Why’s that?”
Phainon’s hand stilled. He slightly leaned in, their breaths mingling again. “Because,” he started, placing an open-mouthed kiss on Mydei’s jaw. “Well, that’s for you to find out, Mydeimos.”
Mydei’s breath hitched slightly before he tugged at Phainon’s hair harshly. “Still throwing riddles at me,” he placed his hand on Phainon’s cheek at his turn, their eyes meeting.
“You like that, no?” Phainon giggled breathlessly.
Mydei rolled his eyes. “That’s none of your business.”
Phainon chuckled, placing a kiss on his cheek.
“If you say so,” he replied. He began aligning his length with Mydei’s hole, gasping when his fingers curled around his own cock—so needy and pent up that even touching himself as simply as that could send him over the edge.
With a sigh, Mydei, removing his hand from Phainon’s cheek, extended his arm to reach for something on his nightstand—which Phainon identified as a sort of vial of oil.
Right. Oil. Lubricantion.
Phainon felt like a complete jerk: he had, indeed, completely forgotten the most important part about intercourse.
“Use this,” Mydei handed the object to Phainon and placed it in the palm of the hand that had been resting on his face. “It’ll help.”
Phainon nodded slowly and heat rushed up to his cheeks in embarrassment, his face turning a shade close to beet red.
He crouched on top of Mydei now, popped the vial open rather easily and poured a generous amount in his palm. The liquid felt cold against his skin, yet he swore it almost burned him once he poured a few drops on his length.
Slowly, Phainon stroked himself until his cock was glistening with oil. Then, he thrusted his fingers inside Mydei with no prior warning, causing the blonde to moan in pure bliss as Phainon’s long fingers directly hit his prostate.
Phainon gave just a few last thrusts before pulling out, his cock twitching around nothing when his eyes landed on Mydei’s reddened and shining hole. He inhaled deeply, leaning back down to cover Mydei’s body with his once more.
“Can I put it in?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper as it tickled Mydei’s ear. He then placed a wet kiss right underneath it while his hand trailed down to find peace on his waist, squeezing the flesh with his oily fingers. “Please?”
Mydei shot him a glare yet his cheeks blossomed with color once again.
He responded without using words, instead opting to spread his legs wider and wrap them around Phainon’s waist, locking him in place.
Phainon giggled softly at that. He hooked his hand, the one previously on his waist, under Mydei’s thigh to lift it slightly. The blonde gasped breathily, his body shivering when he felt Phainon’s tip nudging at his entrance.
“Mydei,” his voice broke the silence, sharp and charged with hunger. “Relax for me, please. I do not wish to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me,” Mydei spat out yet his words quickly divulged into a moan when Phainon inserted all of his tip inside. He hugged Phainon closer by his legs, one hand gripping the sheets under him and the other still resting on the side of Phainon’s face. “I’m not made of glass.”
“Still, I want to be gentle,” Phainon whispered out, inching himself further inside and becoming one with Mydei slowly. His tone held so much sincerity it made Mydei’s heart flutter. “You deserve gentleness, Mydeimos.”
The words hit Mydei like a stab to the heart.
He knew so very well that he was actively longing for something that would forever remain out of his reach.
Yet, Phainon’s promise—despite his awareness of it being an empty one—made him feel like this, against all odds, could be possible.
Waking up to Phainon’s lips, body, voice every morning.
Falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and breath.
Coming back home to the Deliverer and basking in the quiet evenings together.
Loving Phainon and being loved in return—that concept, that word, made his heart ache.
Nikador strike him down. He wants, he wants so badly.
Fuck.
Mydei felt tears welling in his eyes now. He quickly turned his head away to avoid all contact with Phainon, but that moment was short lived when Phainon gripped his jaw and leaned down to kiss him.
Their lips met softer than they previously did—there was something so much more intimate, something much rawer about this kiss they now shared. Mydei let his tears pour freely as he kissed Phainon harder, hugging him closer with his arms this time.
Phainon chuckled against his lips before he too began sobbing, swiping Mydei’s tears away ever so gently.
They laid all their feelings in their barest form at the door of the other’s heart. No words needed to be spoken to transfer the message.
The emotions they shared were far too complex to describe, to put in simple words.
However, the Deliverer and the Crown Prince just knew nobody else could understand them like they do.
“Don’t leave,” Phainon mumbled, his thoughts a mess—he couldn’t control anything he was saying. “Don’t leave me again, please.”
Salty tears mixed into their kiss now, and they both laughed in each other’s mouths at the absurdity yet sweetness of the moment. Phainon broke the kiss to catch his breath, staring deep in Mydei’s red-rimmed eyes, still wet with tears.
Another breathy, wholehearted laugh escaped the two men. Phainon couldn’t help but lean down and press his forehead right against Mydei’s, completely intruding his space. They now breathed the same air, the same particles that held all their unspoken feelings of love and fear.
“I’m here,” Mydei murmured, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
With a jerk of his hips, Phainon slammed inside Mydei in one go, burying himself balls deep in his ass. Mydei threw his head back in pure bliss at the sheer fullness of Phainon, moaning.
“Deliverer, Deliverer— oh Titans above,” Mydei cried out, digging his nails into Phainon’s back. He buried his flushed face into the white-haired man’s neck, inhaling his musk.
Phainon then pulled out slowly before slamming back inside, hitting Mydei’s prostate instantly.
The blonde had tears of pleasure rolling down his face, lost in pure bliss. He hugged Phainon impossibly closer to his own quivering body and Phainon had no other choice than to hold onto his hipbone to steady himself.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Phainon whispered into his ear, tucking a stray strand of blond hair behind it. “You feel so good, Mydei.”
Mydei’s cock twitched pathetically against his abdomen at Phainon’s words. His moans grew louder as their nipples brushed against each other, his toes curling in the air while his thighs gripped tighter around Phainon’s waist.
Phainon nibbled on his earlobe and he fastened his pace, the sounds of skin slapping skin echoing in the room. A quiet, almost inaudible string of small thank you’s escaped his mouth as he kept on thrusting deep inside Mydei, feeling the deepest and warmest parts of him wrapping around his cock.
Mydei couldn’t bother commenting, way too lost in his haze of pleasure. He just snaked his hands from Phainon’s back to his hair before landing on his cheeks, inciting Phainon to look at him.
Their eyes met and Phainon instantly crashed their lips together, lust and passion animating their every move. Tongues immediately met as they both opened their mouths in sheer eagerness, licking into each other’s warmth.
“Mydei…” Phainon mumbled against his lips, now giving deep and powerful thrusts, each one hitting Mydei’s prostate dead on.
All Mydei could do was kiss Phainon harder and moan, whimper and cry into his mouth. His body felt absolutely numb with pleasure, so full and stuffed with Phainon—the man was actively taking over each and every one of his senses, he didn’t know if he should feel worried or so good.
“Deliverer— ah!” Mydei moaned when Phainon gave a particularly harsh thrust inside his ass, enough to drive him over the edge. His cock twitched before pulsing out thick, hot ropes of cum all over his stomach that even reached his chest.
Phainon’s grip on his body tightened as he witnessed the sight, quickening his pace and fucking Mydei through the intensity of his orgasm.
“Let go for me,” he whispered against his lips, before he too quickly came inside Mydei, flooding his hole with warm and sticky semen. “I’ve got you, I’m here, Mydei.”
Mydei couldn’t form words anymore. He could only manage to hug Phainon closer and let out broken sobs.
Even when overstimulation overcame his body, Phainon could not stop moving his hips. He desperately fucked back his cum inside Mydei, stuffing him full with his heavy load.
Mydei whimpered with each thrust, his sensitive walls gripping around Phainon’s cock in an attempt to put a halt to his movements yet that only seemed to further spur Phainon on.
“You’re milking me dry…” Phainon groaned, slowing down his thrusts to pound his semen more thoroughly inside him.
The blonde gripped the sheets tightly, his whole body shivering from overstimulation and pleasure.
“Y-Yeah…” Mydei breathed out, looking up to meet Phainon’s eyes.
Their lips were still touching. They were breathing in the same air once more. Mydei’s eyes were glazed with lust, sparks of amber shining and beckoning Phainon to get lost in them.
Phainon’s breathing grew harder, from both Mydei’s gaze and overstimulation, and his cock couldn’t help but twitch, spurting out just a few more drops of cum inside.
“Still with me?” Phainon broke the silence, giggling breathily.
Mydei gave a weak smile, rolling his hips over Phainon’s shaft still buried inside him. “I want more.”
“You are so needy, Mydei,” Phainon groaned and his heart fluttered. “Yet how can I deny you such a thing?”
Blush dusted Mydei’s cheeks once more.
“You are indeed quite the flatterer, Deliverer,” Mydei teased, chuckling at his own words.
“Careful with your choice of words, my prince,” Phainon followed quickly with a breathy giggle. “Or I might start thinking you’re in love with me.”
Oh.
Oh.
Mydei didn’t exactly know what Phainon meant by these words, but he was actively praying to each and every Titan watching over him to strike him down right this instant.
A heavy silence settled between them once more and Mydei felt tears welling in his eyes again. Titans, he hated crying—he hated showing any kind of emotion or vulnerability, he really did.
It seemed hearing Phainon pronounce the word ‘love’ gave his heart just a sliver of hope, hope that this was real and would happen in this life.
But it all came crashing down as a look of fear was plastered on Phainon’s face, an expression of absolute terror with just a twinge of disgust.
Phainon gulped, biting back tears as well. He clearly had not predicted nor foreseen the gravity of his words.
“I-I’m sorry—I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” the white-haired man quickly apologized, peppering Mydei’s cheeks with soft kisses.
“No, no,” Mydei said as he giggled through his tears, sniffling. “It’s alright. Please do not bother with apologies, Deliverer. I should’ve kept my own sentiments in check.”
“But, Mydei—” Before Phainon could even continue his sentence, Mydei silenced him with another deep and passionate kiss. Phainon immediately melted against his lips just like all their previous kisses throughout the night.
“Allow me selfishness,” Mydei said, his voice barely a whisper. “Please.”
As the kiss dragged on, Phainon intertwined their fingers together. He caressed and stroked every inch of Mydei’s palm, running his digits over each scar and each mole, memorizing the pattern his fingers were tracing.
And Mydei did the same—not with Phainon’s hands, but rather his lips. Since their first kiss that night, he was slightly taken aback by how soft the Deliverer’s lips were despite the multiple cuts and scars present on the flesh.
In addition to that, he found Phainon’s taste to be truly intoxicating. Mydei told himself he should be careful as to not get lost in this poison.
“Mydei,” Phainon said with a shaky breath.
Mydei looked up at Phainon again, his eyes still slightly wet. He was then met with that same spark of hunger and lust he saw in Phainon’s own eyes when he had let the fabric of his robes fall and pool around his ankles.
Phainon gulped. He was, indeed, still so hungry.
“You said you wanted more,” he breathed out, making the line of saliva connecting their lips tremble. He giggled, the sound soft, breaking the tension growing between them. “I don’t… I don’t know how I can give you more, Mydei.”
Mydei let out a quiet sigh. He untangled his fingers from Phainon’s and used his strength to slightly push the man above him away, sitting up on his forearms and elbows.
It was in that instant that Phainon thought he had truly, royally fucked up, that Mydei would ask of Phainon to leave his chambers and never speak of this again.
As he was pushed away, he had to resort to kneeling awkwardly on the mattress with his hands clenched in fists over his thighs. He didn’t dare meet Mydei’s face, too scared of finding an expression of disappointment and dissatisfaction.
However, he let out a surprised sound when he heard the mattress rustling. His eyes shot up quickly—and the sight he was met with almost made him come instantly.
Mydei was lying down on his stomach and presented himself to Phainon by arching his hips upwards. His hole gaped slightly, red and leaking with Phainon’s semen.
Oh, Phainon’s breath hitched, Kephale grant me strength.
“Mydei…” he murmured under his breath and watched attentively as Mydei looked at him from over his shoulder, his pupils dilated and glowing.
Phainon slowly crawled towards Mydei. His hands were shaking when he brought them forward to touch, to feel, yet his cock stood hard and proud against his abdomen, leaking pre-cum all over the skin.
Now hovering above him, he settled his hands on Mydei’s sides—running his palms from the blonde’s waist to the curve of his ass, Phainon began kneading the soft flesh as he lined himself up with Mydei’s wet hole again.
“What do you want from me?” Phainon asked as he leaned down to press himself over the full expanse of Mydei’s back. “Where do you want me?”
“Keep talking, and don’t stop touching,” Mydei groaned. “Please.”
Phainon shivered. He started mapping out Mydei’s skin with his hands, his thumbs following the graceful lines of crimson ink. He then settled them on his waist and shamelessly stroked along its curve, which reminded him exactly how sinful Mydei’s body was.
He licked a wet stripe from the blonde’s ear to the middle of his back, placing a kiss on the mole present at the ending tip of his tattoo. One of his hands traveled down to rest on Mydei’s ass, while the other traveled up to meet his lips and tongue.
“To have been the one entrusted with your weakness,” Phainon started, his voice dropping to a low tone. “I could kill you right this instant, hm?”
Mydei’s whole body shivered, both at the sound of Phainon’s voice and his words. His cock gave a weak twitch as he felt Phainon’s teeth grazing right over his tenth thoracic vertebra, just almost drawing blood.
Phainon chuckled at Mydei’s reaction, licking and pressing his tongue right into that spot as a kind of response.
“But I would never,” he continued. “I’d betray myself in that case, and break all the promises I made for you, Mydei.”
Mydei buried his face into the pillow to avoid having Phainon seeing his flushed expression.
Still, the blush spread across his whole body, the latter betraying him. Phainon’s fingers dug further into the heated skin and drew soothing circles over the warmth. He placed one last kiss on Mydei's back before speaking again.
“You are so beautiful, Mydei,” Phainon said softly, almost reverently. Taking his cock in one hand, he began aligning himself with Mydei’s entrance again, nudging his leaking tip against his rim. “So strong, and so perfect.”
Phainon eased in slowly, gasping in pleasure as the head of his cock was met with Mydei’s hot and wet walls. In truth, he almost lost his balance but quickly covered his stubbornness by just tightening his grip on Mydei’s hips.
“Deliverer—” Mydei’s voice was muffled by the pillow. He almost shouted into it once Phainon bottomed out in one go, filling him up from a whole new angle and hitting spots he hadn’t before.
Phainon’s cock twitched heavily inside Mydei, coating his walls in pre-cum. He stayed still for just a few more seconds to regain his balance, already overwhelmed by Mydei’s heat.
“Nngh— Mydei,” he whimpered softly. Phainon moved his hips in a slow rhythm at first, his body tingling at the sounds their bodies were making—wet and lewd noises filled up the whole room, it was driving him crazy.
Mydei had to fist the sheets underneath him to avoid screaming, knuckles turning white as he gasped and groaned in tandem with Phainon’s thrusts. It seemed that reaching his prostate was much easier in this position, and Phainon was taking full advantage of it.
Carefully, Phainon leaned down, forward, and tucked back strands of hair that were falling over Mydei’s ear—now all of Mydei’s hair rested on one side of his shoulders.
“You remind me of the trees and wheat fields back home.” Phainon breathed against his ear as he gave a deep and powerful thrust, feeling how Mydei clenched around his cock and hearing up close just how dirty his moans truly were. “Every time I’m with you, I feel like I’m home.”
Because you are my home, Phainon wanted to say but instead stayed quiet—he now avoided saying anything that seemed risky or crossed a line.
Mydei could only sob out weak moans from each press of Phainon’s dick to his sensitive spot.
“You, haah, your eyes remind me of Kremnos, Deliverer,” Mydei mumbled out, followed by a slump of his head straight into the pillow and a quiet whimper as Phainon continued pressing insistently against his prostate.
The latter chuckled against the blonde’s ear, licking around the lobe. “Oh? Is that so?”
Mydei moved his hips in reply, downright fucking himself on Phainon’s cock.
Fuck, that was the hottest thing Phainon had probably ever seen.
“Mm,” Mydei purred. “You’ll see gems in the color of your irises everywhere you go.”
“I’m quite flattered, Mydeimos,” Phainon chuckled, and Mydei could feel the grin in his voice, against his neck. “If there is a chance in the next life, and I do come visit your library, I’ll make sure to buy some since you seem quite captivated by them.”
He then gave a particularly hard thrust, kissing Mydei’s prostate from a new angle. Both men moaned in tandem and Mydei ripped the delicate fabric of his sheets apart by how hard his grip was.
Phainon chuckled and started speeding up his pace. He didn’t give a single second of recovery to Mydei as he rammed his cock through his ass.
“Your strength, your perseverance and determination, and your softness, these are all traits anyone would dream of having in a lover,” Phainon said softly despite his rough and mean thrusts—despite all that, obvious longing and yearning were still heavy in his tone. “If only you could see yourself through my own eyes.”
“Deliverer— shit,” Mydei shivered at his words again and he buried his face further inside the pillow underneath him. “There’s no, nngh, need for that—!”
Phainon could only chuckle again and he licked Mydei’s earlobe, his tongue drawing a wet and sticky line of saliva over the sensitive skin. He then bit down sensually, groaning in Mydei’s ear as the latter clenched around his cock again.
His hot breath fanned over Mydei’s ear—every exhale sounded raspy and half-broken, making shivers run down Mydei’s spine. Phainon gave his asscheek a small slap at that, gripping and digging his fingers into the reddening flesh.
“Still so tight around me,” Phainon whispered out, his voice low and raspy. “Are you close, baby?”
Mydei’s cock twitched helplessly at the petname. Pre-cum dribbled down his tip to the sheets, forming a wet patch on the red surface.
“Fuck, don’t call me… that—” Mydei protested, annoyance clear in his voice—yet a whimper quickly followed, completely contradicting his words.
Phainon stilled the movements of his hips. His cock was buried deep inside Mydei, teasing and pressing against every inch of his walls; it was truly suffocating and ridiculous, having such a stupidly big dick filling you up in ways you’ve never imagined were possible.
“You seem to quite like that, though,” Phainon replied, biting down rather harshly on Mydei’s now exposed nape. “Don’t you?”
Mydei was on the verge of tears. He just wanted to turn around, slap Phainon across the face and use his dick for his very own personal benefit—he was sick of all the teasing, and he was getting frustrated at the inability of the man above him to be responsible and make him climax already.
“Shut up,” the blonde sneered. “Make me cum already, Deliverer.”
Phainon leaned back up. He took hold of Mydei’s ass with both his hands again, pulling out his cock slowly from Mydei’s hole.
Mydei whined at the loss, his balls trembling and churning with the need to ejaculate immediately.
“So demanding,” Phainon’s voice was louder this time. “I’ll make you cum, then, my sweet, needy prince.”
Barely a second after the words left his mouth, he rammed himself inside Mydei, whimpering at the familiar heat wrapping around his hard length. Mydei groaned and moaned, his cock rubbing against the wet sheets underneath him and creating more friction.
“Deliverer, Deliverer—” Mydei repeated over and over again as he was being thoroughly fucked into his pillow once more. The angle grew more uncomfortable as Phainon slightly parted his legs further and brought them upward just a few centimeters, granting himself better access to reach all of Mydei’s sweet spots.
That was all it took for Mydei to cum untouched. His seed soiled the sheets underneath his body, thick drops of white soaking into the fabric, creating wet patches all over.
However, Phainon didn’t stop. He fucked Mydei through his orgasm, his thrusts unforgiving and far too hard for Mydei’s oversensitive walls to handle. More semen seemed to spurt out from the tip of his cock, further staining his sheets.
“Just a little more, Mydei,” he whispered, moaning obnoxiously loud in his ear as if he was the one getting railed. “I’m close, I’m so close—”
Mydei’s overstimulated walls clenched and unclenched uncontrollably around his shaft, urging Phainon to climax so he could milk out every last drop of his cum.
“Phainon—” the blonde whimpered as quietly as possible into his pillow.
He never addressed Phainon by his name—he never dared to—and that was something commonly known by most of Amphoreus, especially Phainon, obviously.
Only in the quiet and peace of his quarters would he allow himself to. Only in the loneliness of his chambers would he take in hand an article of Phainon’s clothing he had forgotten in the baths and bring it to his nose, inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne, so deep and entirely Phainon.
Phainon thought his ears betrayed him for a second. There was no way Mydei just said his name, most specifically in such a shameless and dirty manner. It was already one thing to have the Crown Prince writing underneath him and begging for an orgasm. But to hear his name falling from Mydei’s lips after so long?
“Mydeimos,” he muttered as a reply, eyes welling with tears again from both the stimulation and the unending love he expressed for Mydei.
His balls slapped and twitched against Mydei’s skin as he came deep inside his asshole, filling him up to the absolute brim once more, broken moans and whimpers escaping his mouth. His eyes were now fixated on the place where he and Mydei were connected—his heart began rapidly beating for a reason he dared not name.
Phainon watched intently with curious and hungry eyes as his cock disappeared and reappeared inside Mydei. Lewd and wet noises filled every corner of the room, so much louder than before—fault of the amount of thick cum Phainon dumped inside Mydei.
Yet, the sound of Mydei’s voice—saying his name as if it was a sacred prayer, something he held onto so very dearly—was still echoing inside Phainon’s ears.
His heart hammered against his ribs frantically, an erratic rhythm that had nothing to do with physical exhaustion. He forced his hands to stay perfectly still on Mydei’s hips as he continued fucking him slowly and thoroughly.
Underneath him, Mydei’s heavy, post-orgasm breathing began to slow, his muscular shoulders shifting as he prepared to turn around and face Phainon once again.
The sudden movement startled Phainon and snapped him out of his paralysis. He pulled out of Mydei a little quicker than he anticipated, causing the other man to whine, surprised, at the sudden loss.
As Mydei turned himself around, sticky cum trickling uncomfortably between his thighs, Phainon was still hovering above him, on all fours. He was caged by his strong forearms and dilated azure eyes.
“Mydei,” Phainon said, his voice barely above a whisper. Their breaths mingled as he leaned in closer to Mydei’s face, foreheads and noses touching. “Oh, Mydei.”
Their lips met with renewed fervor and hunger, yet eras of pining and love fueled their every move. Mydei’s hands found peace around Phainon’s neck again as he kissed him harder, opening his mouth as an invitation for Phainon to dive his tongue inside like all the previous times.
Phainon didn’t know if his ears were playing a trick on him but he swore he heard Mydei mumble his name once more when their tongues met. And then a second time. Then a third. Then a fourth, until Phainon was sure he hadn’t gone crazy and was truly hearing things correctly.
“Say it again, Mydei—” hot tears dripped from his eyes onto Mydei’s cheeks. “Please, please Mydei. I need to hear it again.”
Mydei cradled Phainon’s face into his hands now, wiping away his tears with his thumb. He already knew why Phainon was crying again, that he was the reason for his sudden emotions.
“Hey, take it easy,” the blonde whispered against his lips, nuzzling their noses together as he broke the kiss. “Breathe.”
“Mydei,” Phainon giggled while tears still rolled down his face. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“I know, Phainon,” Mydei stared deeper into Phainon’s watery eyes, getting lost in that sea of blue. “I know.”
Phainon’s heart ached. A fresh wave of hot tears poured from his eyes, and he buried his face in Mydei’s neck out of shame and embarrassment. He nuzzled his runny nose against Mydei’s skin, breathing in his soothing scent of pomegranates and fresh jasmine soap.
Their nude bodies slotted together like puzzle pieces—it was as if their bodies were sculpted to be made into one. Phainon’s breathing slowed and his sobs quieted down. He wrapped his arms around Mydei to make sure everything was still real, running his hands up and down his sides.
Mydei tangled his fingers into his dear Deliverer’s hair. Phainon immediately melted into the soothing touch and started peppering his neck with kisses, particularly his pulse point right at the bottom.
To feel Mydei’s heartbeat on his tongue, to see and hear him alive, it made Phainon’s senses calm down a little and he allowed himself to bask in the intimacy of the moment.
“I don’t want to let you go,” Phainon whispered, his voice hoarse. “Please, Mydei.”
Said man leaned down to place a kiss at the top of his head, humming a reassuring tone. “Then stay. Don’t go.”
“You’re going to kill me like this,” Phainon let out another choked sob at his words, giggling. “You can’t say that to a man and expect him to stay calm.”
Mydei chuckled. He then hissed through gritted teeth when his sore body disapproved of his joy as it shot sparks of pain straight into every fiber of his muscles.
Phainon moved his body until he was no longer lying above Mydei, instead hovering over him on all fours like earlier. He placed his thumb on the blonde’s chin and pulled him into a sweet kiss, his body shivering when he felt Mydei’s hands tightening their grip in his hair.
The kiss dragged on longer than any previous one they shared. Phainon and Mydei completely lost track of time, their only concern was finding a comfortable enough angle for the both of them to make this kiss last.
The dance of their lips gradually grew lazier and slower, signaling the haze of sleep that was starting to settle over both their heads. Phainon kissed Mydei one last time before lowering himself back down to lay on the man, his head resting right between the mounds of flesh of Mydei’s chest.
The Deliverer drifted off to sleep quicker than usual—he was settled comfortably in the arms of the man he loved, adored, and cherished, after all.
Mydei smiled to himself at the peaceful sight of Phainon. He never thought we would ever be able to witness such peace. He then drifted off to sleep with his hand nestled in Phainon’s white, soft locks of hair after placing a kiss to his forehead and murmuring a phrase in Kremnoan.
Maybe one day he’ll reveal to Phainon that there is a word for love in the Kremnoan language.
Still, under Kephale’s dawn and the stars of the cosmos, “I love you,” would remain unspoken for millions of cycles.